Day 54: Lunch

[full_score]

All things considered, last shift had been pretty low key. After this morning's disaster, though, that was perfectly fine by Claude. Some fresh air and a chance to make sure Guy and Okita were all right weren't things to take for granted. It was also good to have a fairly normal, conversation with Guy that didn't slip off into awkward territory

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is this revenge for when I did it in our dinner thread? <3

[bitpartgod]

"Right!" Kibitoshin agreed, surprising himself with how chipper he sounded. "That way, if anything happens to me," a slight wobble there, but he recovered quickly, "someone else might find it and then they'd know it, too!"

Well, how could he not sound hopeful? It felt like he never managed to do anything useful during the day, with every shift plodding past, just padding between one horrible, traumatic night and the next- but here they were now, exchanging names in case of emergency and acting like the professional, resourceful people he always saw exchanging important messages on the bulletin board. They did things like this, right? ... a-anyway, it was definitely a step forward!

"'Hunk Howard'," he read aloud, holding the piece of paper up in his fingers. "They really pick some strange names, huh? Here, this one is mine." Carefully, he ripped off the bottom half of the paper and printed out the name he'd had barked at him in the recreational field before handing it back to the Scarecrow. "Here. 'Immanuel Williams'. I think I like Scarecrow and Kibitoshin better."

As for the room... that put a slight dampener on things. He stopped, thinking hard as to how to remedy the situation. "Maybe other people know them. Or maybe if we kept looking through the files we'd find the right one eventually, if there were photos. How many boxes are there, anyway?"

<3 <3 <3

[scarefaux]

"Immanuel Williams," the Scarecrow read aloud in a similar fashion. "Oh, I agree. I definitely like Scarecrow and Kibitoshin better." He tucked the scrap into his journal for safekeeping, trying not to look too suspicious to the nurses as he did. There were plenty of blank pages in his journal- he really only had his maps and a few other things in there. Keeping track of his friends' "real names" would be putting it to good use.

"There were an awful lot of papers and drawers in the file room," the Scarecrow said once he'd put his journal away. "It'd take ages to search them all, even with help. There don't seem to be as many boxes in the room down the hall as there are files, but I'm not sure there's a box for those who have already been released. There was one for me, though- well, for 'Hunk Howard.'"

He paused, having a second thought. "And something else strange, too: on the ceiling of the box room- the Patient Possessions room, that is- there was some writing that said, 'Welcome to your life.' I'm not sure what it meant or who put it there, but it didn't seem like a good idea to stick around and find out."

[bitpartgod]

With that settled, Kibitoshin folded the piece of paper and put it carefully into his pocket, praying that he'd remember to take it out before he went out tonight. He wouldn't necessarily remember the Scarecrow's other name without it, and it wouldn't do to have the note get ripped or torn or covered in blood before he could note its contents down.

"Really?" He made a face that was part put out and part wounded, as though he'd been personally affronted by Landel's decision to make the Institute's filing system difficult for them to comprehend. Really, now! How were they supposed to find anything, if that was the case? "Well, searching is definitely out. But this other room..."

He'd never heard of it before, but it sounded interesting to say the least of it; boxes with things in, strange writing on the ceiling... it all spelled Trouble with a capital T to Kibitoshin. Which, perhaps, was why he found himself so irresistibly drawn to thinking about it. "Maybe it's to do with what's in the boxes. Did you get a look while you were there?"

[scarefaux]

"I got a look at the box with my own name on it," the Scarecrow said after swallowing a bite, tapping his fork to his plate, "but I didn't think to look in the other boxes. I thought it couldn't hurt to see what was inside the one, seeing how they must've thought it was mine anyway."

A good question was why the nurses thought those items were his to begin with. They weren't things he had on his person when he'd been brought to the institute- if they had been, his diploma would have been in there, along with the crown of the Emerald City. He could maybe have seen the watch being lost in some straw he'd been stuffed with, but that didn't explain the rest of the knickknacks.

"In my box, there was an odd collection of things." The Scarecrow put a finger to his head, thinking. "A watch, a shirt, a knife, and some other trinkets. Nothing I had on me before."

He perked up, having an idea. It was one that had crossed his mind before, but when put together with the box he'd found, it made more sense. "You know this isn't my original body, right?" he asked quietly. "I can't help but wonder if maybe this body belongs to someone really named Hunk Howard, and those things are his. Or maybe that this body just looks a lot like him and that they've got me mistaken for him."

[bitpartgod]

Listening to the Scarecrow talk was strange enough to get Kibitoshin wondering. What if he had a box? Or rather, what if 'Immanuel Williams' had a box? There was no reason that he wouldn't right? The objects the Scarecrow had described certainly seemed random, yes (he couldn't see the Scarecrow using a knife for anything but eating fish and chips like he was right at that moment, really), far too random for him to even hazard a guess at what might be in his own, but still. It was interesting to think about. And who knew, there could be something useful in there.

"How strange! There doesn't really seem to be a point to keeping those things around, does there?" he said, shaking his head in faint wonderment. "I might look for mine some time."

... maybe if he asked Sechs nicely, they could stop off before-- no! Bad Kibitoshin! He'd already stopped himself from planning too much once before today, and he wasn't about to give up on that now; the more he planned, the less likely he would be to get all of it done, and then the more miserable he would feel the next day. Perfect logic.

But when the Scarecrow's voice dropped, Kibitoshin knew what he would have to say next wouldn't be quite so curious before he'd even said it. As it turned out, the thought gave him pure chills.

"... really? You think these bodies-- this body-- could belong to someone else?" His hands crept up around his arms, clasping at himself uncomfortably. That was such a horrible thought! "I... I don't know... I really hope not. If that's right, then... well... what happened to Hunk Howard?" And what happened to Immanuel Williams?

[scarefaux]

A worried look crossed the Scarecrow's face as Kibitoshin posed a rather horrifying question: if he was in Hunk Howard's body, then just what had happened to Hunk Howard himself? Now that was something he hadn't thought of before: he knew well and good that he'd been given a human form somehow, but to think it might have been taken from someone else? That was just awful.

It did make sense, though. The possessions box, the fact that the staff was downright convinced he was this Hunk Howard- if he was simply a strawman borrowing a human's body rather than being stuck in one conjured just for him, some of the Wizard Landel's elaborate trickery may not have been that after all. Some parts couldn't be explained by that theory, like Dorothy's visit and the movie- he knew they would require more thought to figure out. If he could get his brain, he could reason out such things just fine.

"I certainly hope that's not what it is," the Scarecrow said, setting his fork down. He didn't feel much like eating anymore. "Though these bodies had to have come from somewhere. Either they used some sort of magic to actually turn us human, or these forms used to belong to someone. That would explain the items in the box, and why everyone is so adamant that we're who they say we are instead of ourselves. Why, if-- "

Oh! The Scarecrow stopped himself with a gasp, a worse thought coming to mind. "What if we're in their bodies, but our real bodies aren't here? What if they're back home, and the people we're supposed to be are having to be us in our bodies while we're them? No one I know of has seen the third floor, after all. I don't think anyone knows if our bodies are really here or not."

The entire concept seemed completely incredible, but it was hard to believe the Wizard Landel was incapable of anything, given his record of brainwashing success.