It took him a moment to realize he didn't remember falling asleep at all... and he definitely didn't remember returning to his room. He'd had his own clothes returned to him and he'd gone out; he'd seen with his own eyes that there really were creatures roaming the halls, and he and Dexter had come under attack by them... But now here he was, sitting up in bed, dressed in uniform like he had been the day before.
The speaker came alive as he pulled out of bed, and the man on it introduced himself as Lieutenant General Berg. Firo headed for the closet as Berg began to speak about what was apparently an upcoming trip, looking for the box that had held his clothes. It was nowhere to be seen, and Firo frowned. Last night... He was sure it had been here; he hadn't just imagined everything... had he? Yet here he was, as if everything last night had been a dream. It had seemed real, but maybe he was going crazy.
Just as he'd begun to entertain that notion, the words he'd been partially paying attention to caught his attention fully. Five dollars. Ten dollars; fifteen... Generosity was one thing, but that much these days? And giving money to prisoners, no less... If the poor begging for work knew about this, the prisons would be bursting at the seams, Firo was sure. But even without overcrowding, how could the prison afford this?
The announcement ended with a warning, and a moment later the door opened. The person who came through wasn't the soldier from yesterday. The lady handed him a bag of clothes and ordered him to change before stepping out to allow him a moment to do so in private. Firo stared down at the bag.
It was the second time he'd been delivered clothes in under 24 hours, but this time, they were entirely unfamiliar: there was a blue and white plaid shirt and dark corduroy trousers, along with a pair of scuffed leather shoes. The woman returned as he finished changed into them, leaving the top buttons of his collar undone, and handed him gloves and a heavy coat. Firo pulled them on and followed her out of the room, curious about the trip.
The woman led him in the direction of the Sun Room, but then turned right instead of left, heading across a lobby and outside of the building, where some odd-looking buses awaited. He headed for the first one, and a paper sack was shoved into his hands before boarding. Standing in the aisle, he looked around for anyone he recognized, but didn't see any familiar faces-or anyone sitting alone.
Firo headed for the first empty seat, sliding across to be by the window, and then opened the paper bag.
And the next thing she knew, Lion was slowly being awoken by the voice over the intercom.
It was disconcerting, because in what felt like moments ago Lion was still upstairs in a hallway, and Franziska had just asked her if she were capable of getting a locked door to open. Not that she could-- or at the very least, didn't know if she were capable of doing so. Nonetheless, the sudden change in setting was one way to get Lion to wake up quickly, eyes darting around the room as if she hadn't been sleeping at all.
... How did this happen?
Only a few minutes passed before the door to the room clicked open, and one of the personnel came through; they were just as unresponsive as all the others yesterday, but handed Lion a change of attire and ordered her to dress into them quickly. This in itself was surprising as well, but she hardly had any qualms with changing into something less... militarily. Even if the clothes she was given looked somewhat worn out, Lion was noticing once she really got a good look at them-- she was never given stuff like this to wear, but... beggars couldn't quite be choosers, could they? The men in charge here weren't going to care what sort of background she came from, and so, sighing lightly in defeat, Lion changed into the winter appropriate clothing and was soon afterward given a coat as well.
Figuring this would be much like the day before in which she had to be escorted to various places, Lion followed all the way through the halls, and unlike yesterday led outside to where the buses had been. The announcement had said as much, but Lion still hadn't expected that they were actually leaving to elsewhere until she saw it for herself. They were able to do this without the outside world becoming privy to what happens in the institute?
Tentatively, and now with a sack in hand, Lion made her way into a bus picked at random. And a seat, as well; she had only hoped its current occupant wouldn't have minded any company.
"Excuse me," Lion said to grab his attention before sitting. "Do you mind if I sit here?"
The bag had held breakfast, as well as a couple of papers (the coupons that had been mentioned) along with a card that Firo couldn't help but stare at as he turned it over in his hands. It looked like it was made of plastic, and had a color photograph he didn't remember having taken on it, along with the fake name he'd been assigned. It must have been for identification, but the card seemed too fancy for so little information...
He was still staring at it when a voice cut through his thoughts. Shoving the card into the pocket of his coat, Firo looked up to see a blonde that looked maybe a couple years younger than him.
"Go ahead," he answered, gesturing towards the seat in question. "I don't mind."
It took him a moment to realize he didn't remember falling asleep at all... and he definitely didn't remember returning to his room. He'd had his own clothes returned to him and he'd gone out; he'd seen with his own eyes that there really were creatures roaming the halls, and he and Dexter had come under attack by them... But now here he was, sitting up in bed, dressed in uniform like he had been the day before.
The speaker came alive as he pulled out of bed, and the man on it introduced himself as Lieutenant General Berg. Firo headed for the closet as Berg began to speak about what was apparently an upcoming trip, looking for the box that had held his clothes. It was nowhere to be seen, and Firo frowned. Last night... He was sure it had been here; he hadn't just imagined everything... had he? Yet here he was, as if everything last night had been a dream. It had seemed real, but maybe he was going crazy.
Just as he'd begun to entertain that notion, the words he'd been partially paying attention to caught his attention fully. Five dollars. Ten dollars; fifteen... Generosity was one thing, but that much these days? And giving money to prisoners, no less... If the poor begging for work knew about this, the prisons would be bursting at the seams, Firo was sure. But even without overcrowding, how could the prison afford this?
The announcement ended with a warning, and a moment later the door opened. The person who came through wasn't the soldier from yesterday. The lady handed him a bag of clothes and ordered him to change before stepping out to allow him a moment to do so in private. Firo stared down at the bag.
It was the second time he'd been delivered clothes in under 24 hours, but this time, they were entirely unfamiliar: there was a blue and white plaid shirt and dark corduroy trousers, along with a pair of scuffed leather shoes. The woman returned as he finished changed into them, leaving the top buttons of his collar undone, and handed him gloves and a heavy coat. Firo pulled them on and followed her out of the room, curious about the trip.
The woman led him in the direction of the Sun Room, but then turned right instead of left, heading across a lobby and outside of the building, where some odd-looking buses awaited. He headed for the first one, and a paper sack was shoved into his hands before boarding. Standing in the aisle, he looked around for anyone he recognized, but didn't see any familiar faces-or anyone sitting alone.
Firo headed for the first empty seat, sliding across to be by the window, and then opened the paper bag.
[For Lion]
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It was disconcerting, because in what felt like moments ago Lion was still upstairs in a hallway, and Franziska had just asked her if she were capable of getting a locked door to open. Not that she could-- or at the very least, didn't know if she were capable of doing so. Nonetheless, the sudden change in setting was one way to get Lion to wake up quickly, eyes darting around the room as if she hadn't been sleeping at all.
... How did this happen?
Only a few minutes passed before the door to the room clicked open, and one of the personnel came through; they were just as unresponsive as all the others yesterday, but handed Lion a change of attire and ordered her to dress into them quickly. This in itself was surprising as well, but she hardly had any qualms with changing into something less... militarily. Even if the clothes she was given looked somewhat worn out, Lion was noticing once she really got a good look at them-- she was never given stuff like this to wear, but... beggars couldn't quite be choosers, could they? The men in charge here weren't going to care what sort of background she came from, and so, sighing lightly in defeat, Lion changed into the winter appropriate clothing and was soon afterward given a coat as well.
Figuring this would be much like the day before in which she had to be escorted to various places, Lion followed all the way through the halls, and unlike yesterday led outside to where the buses had been. The announcement had said as much, but Lion still hadn't expected that they were actually leaving to elsewhere until she saw it for herself. They were able to do this without the outside world becoming privy to what happens in the institute?
Tentatively, and now with a sack in hand, Lion made her way into a bus picked at random. And a seat, as well; she had only hoped its current occupant wouldn't have minded any company.
"Excuse me," Lion said to grab his attention before sitting. "Do you mind if I sit here?"
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He was still staring at it when a voice cut through his thoughts. Shoving the card into the pocket of his coat, Firo looked up to see a blonde that looked maybe a couple years younger than him.
"Go ahead," he answered, gesturing towards the seat in question. "I don't mind."
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