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The Scarecrow of Oz ([personal profile] scarefaux) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2010-11-26 02:48 pm

Day 53: Sun Room, Morning

With breakfast finished and a new acquaintance made, the Scarecrow's mind turned to his other friends. The disappearance of Depth Charge's friend had brought back memories of how he'd felt when Kaiji went missing: helpless, useless, as though he should have and could have done something more to find him. If only he had his brain, then maybe he could have thought of something!

As much as he didn't like to admit it, it was unlikely his former roommate was still within the Institute's walls at this point, though the Scarecrow wouldn't know for sure unless Kaiji returned to visit him as Dorothy had, encouraging his supposed recovery. There was still the concern that Landel, despite his vile methods, was actually right and he was suffering from the delusion of having been a scarecrow in Oz. After all, that movie had been a pretty elaborate trick. Would he have planted it in town on purpose, knowing the Scarecrow would be taken there the night of the enchanted doors? And how could he guarantee that once he did find it, he'd take it and actually watch it? There was so much guesswork involved- it seemed the Wizard Landel either liked coincidences or he had more power on his side than any of the patients could have guessed.

The Scarecrow stopped by the bulletin board before heading for a seat, considering writing a note to his friends to check on them. He'd heard from Depth Charge, Remy, and Kibitoshin within a day's time, so he figured they were probably fine (as fine as Depth Charge could have been after last night, anyway). He'd seen Mele and Scar the day before. He put a finger to his head, thinking- he'd not heard from Abe or Sangamon in a day or so, but being professionals, they were probably very busy. Perhaps a note would be best for them.

[Kibby]

[identity profile] shorttank.livejournal.com 2010-12-13 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
Leela made a quick mental list of the other people she trusted. Gren, Guybrush, Niikura, Chise. Erika, provisionally; the younger woman was a bit bossy. Her admiration for Taura went up even more. Here was someone who'd made plans, real ones that didn't consist of 'kick everyone's butt and hope for the best.' She leaned in closer, hoping she wasn't broadcasting we're up to something.

"It would have to be during the day. Because at night, first of all, who would even notice? And second, that would get the monsters and any evil doubles or houses or anything out of the equation."

Think, Leela, think. She drummed her fingers on the arm of the couch, briefly attracting the attention of the cat again. "I just don't see any way of getting a message to them that isn't in person. And I'd hate to have to count on them just happening to find out what we're doing in time to help, or do their own thing. But hey! I'm a courier. Basically. 'Our crew is expendable, your package isn't.'" She laughed. Who would ever have thought that attitude would come in handy as training for a place like this?

No one, that was who. Leela didn't know anyone insane enough to imagine this situation, and that was saying a lot. "I can try to talk to Marc, and find out if he already has something planned that we could pitch in on."
ninelivesonce: (smile)

[personal profile] ninelivesonce 2010-12-16 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
A courier? Taura hadn't pegged that as a side business for Leela, but that sounded like a quote well-worn by familiarity. Besides, the best couriers were the ones nobody suspected. Ooh. This could be the first step she'd been looking for. Finally.

Last night hadn't shaken her resolve so much as cured it. Settled it down into the cracks, ready to freeze and blow this place to smithereens. Even if she had to do it one brick at a time.

"Would you? That'd be...an invaluable amount of help." Her go-go-Leela smile was entirely genuine, crinkling the corners of her eyes enough to show where the laugh lines would be in five years, though a photographic comparison might imply she'd swiped the details from the best recruiter she'd ever met. "I'll keep my ears open as well, though I don't know where we're headed tonight. History Club, that is. Got to keep in shape somehow; if it's a fight Marc wants, I'm expendable too. As long as I can take a few of them down with me."

[identity profile] shorttank.livejournal.com 2010-12-17 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll try to get out there to-- later." She wasn't sure why the other patients all seemed to think using code to talk about the nights was necessary, but there had to be a reason for it.

"And don't talk like that. You can take them down without going with them." Another bit of on-the-job experience that was helping was having been sent into certain death way more times than even the laxest employee safety regulations allowed, and having gotten out of all of them alive and relatively unmaimed. Landel may have been both more evil and less scatterbrained than the Professor, but Leela was pretty sure she could take on whatever he threw in her path.

"I'll check the board in the morning, and leave you a note if I get there first, okay?" She was smiling, too. This kind of female bonding was much more her style than shopping with Amy.