Day 54: Sun Room

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Peter entered the Sun Room with a dour expression. Goody, he was the first one here. Fancy that. Pick of the couches was his then. Eeeny meeny miney...moe. Peter stalked over to what he knew from experience was the fluffiest couch in the room and eased himself into its downy soft embrace. Ordinarily he would have just pounced on that sucker, but yeah. His arm was in a sling for a reason. He sighed and wormed his way into a full body sprawl. He didn't care if it was irresponsible of him. This shift's only mission was to remain as still as possible.

Of course, being the first one in here had some stipulations. With great opportunity came great responsibility. Which today, came in the form of a soft meow from below. Then the sound of puncturing fabric, advancing upwards towards him. More meows, independent of one another and even more tiny punctures.

Peter Parker was now officially the cat sitter.

"...Oh hi... lonely kittens," he said uneasily as the first scrambled over the edge of the cushion. It padded towards his face. "No no, kittens don't belong near faces." He gently picked it up and put it on his chest. Two more crawled over the edge.

He had never really had a pet growing up. And he didn't hang out with a lot of people with cats or dogs, either. So of course, he didn't have a good idea of how to properly handle most animals without ticking them off. It looked like he was going to have to make up for lost time now, as the cats' numbers swelled to four. Two were exploring his legs, another batted at a fraying string on his sling, and the first stumbled back towards his face and mewed plaintively. Peter frowned and gave it a ginger pat on the head. That seemed to to the trick. He put it back on his chest again and scratched behind its ears.

"You guys had better not start doing that claw thing on my leg. I can't reach right now, but revenge will be mine if you do."

"Meeeeew!"

"I'm still petting you! Geez."

[For Elle Bishop.]

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[inherited]

The extent of his knowledge with that was mostly placed with Kairi, and he didn't know of much else. He considered her words and shook his head. "Not that I know of. I could ask my friend, Sora. He's been here a lot longer." Riku's hands pressed against his thighs as he further considered the question, and added, "Why? Do you know anything like that?" It seemed like quite the pointed question considering.

Part of him wondered if and when he would have to confront these circumstances himself. He wondered if he would ever be made to hurt other people—or if he would have to sit in on experimentation. He hoped not. What bearings he had in this place were already frequently stripped away by the small amount of changes which seemed to always create a butterfly effect.

[hasnomeaning]

The named mentioned was committed to memory as clearly as it was said. There was no need to approach the other at this point and time; Rei was not yet fully committed to the idea of choosing experimentation as her goal to research. It was something to consider, however. She nodded once to the other's question--she had been overzealous in her line of questioning. An offer of truth was all she could do.

"The same experiment seems to have been done on two comrades under a week in time. That is all I know." Truth and a lie. She had been at both, when the doors unlocked, but she knew nothing about the procedure done. However. At Kaworu Nagisa's there was the minuscule Lance, which was still hidden between mattress and box-string, taken without reason once she had seen it.

[inherited]

His immediate conclusion from her words was that it had to do with where they came from. There was no other explanation for why the experiments had happened in such a similar manner. If someone were to draw out the darkness in Sora's heart or add to it, it would become a similar condition to what happened with Kairi. Neither Sora nor Kairi were meant to be as tainted in such a manner; Sora had Darkness and was willing to be the Darkness, but that was different.

He didn't belong there, not like Riku.

"Were they from the same place?" Better to ask than to simply conclude.

[hasnomeaning]

She nodded in the affirmative. "Yes." It was the only thing the two held in common--to an extreme, if she took certain things into detail. The other thing they both carried was the weight of being an Eva pilot. Two of the four had been taken. Both of the male pilots, human or no. Did the same fate hold for the Second Child and herself? And what was the experiment done?

It disturbed her, and she would admit that to herself. The existences that they held lacked in many ways, and the others had unraveled in bits and pieces. What did they have, that could be taken for use? There was nothing, other than their piloting, that placed them apart.

This could be a lie. She wasn't of the mind to know.

[inherited]

"That might be why. But you could write and see, too. Sora won't be the only person who knows." If he knew, Riku thought. The idea that these experiments were uniform bothered him. He wondered if they intended to do the same to other people—or to do things differently. His observation of Ansem indicated that scientists could do a fast number of things if they wanted, and he worried that this would end badly for his friends.

It already had, for Kairi. But she seemed to be handling it well. Then again, that was just the way she was acting. Could he ever really know for sure?

He sighed and then added, "I wonder if the experiments will be different now."