Day 57: Arts & Crafts Room (Fourth Shift)

[gald_digger]

When she left the lobby, Anise still didn't know what to think about her visitor. All this time, she thought the one person the institute would never truly get to was the Colonel, and that if he was gone, then maybe he was hiding somewhere, plotting a way to rescue the rest of them. Now that she thought about it... maybe that was naïve of her. She

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Hahaha, sorry, but this was kind of a mistaken identity waiting to happen for him XD

[dork_at_duty]

So engrossed in his work, Meekins didn't even notice the woman approaching until she brought up the fact that he was standing at the table. He gave a little start, spilling glitter all over one of the pictures he had just finished. "Ooops!" Thankfully, the glue on it had already dried... and actually, the glitter that remained on it after he shook the bulk of it off did make it look kind of nice.

"Erm... sorry, Sir!" he turned to address the woman, his face glum. "I'm supposed to stay standing until dinner. I'm carrying out my punishment for talking too loud to one of the soldiers last night, Sir. But you're very welcome to take a seat, Sir! Please allow me," he brightened up, as he saluted the lovely lady and pulled out a chair for her.

"A pleasure to meet you, too, Sir! I'm Officer Mike Meekins, at your dut-- whaaaa?" he exclaimed in complete surprise as the woman's name sank in for him. In his amazement, he nearly tipped over the chair that he was still grabbing onto. "Maya? As in the Maya Fey?" Come to think of it, this lady did resemble Ms. Fey a lot, except that she was older and didn't wear a topknot or purple robes. Could she be... Maya Fey from the future? After all, there had been talk of people arriving from different points of time!

"I-- I beg your pardon, Sir, but you really do look like Ms. Fey if she were all grown up! Are you her, Sir?" His eyes were now wide with astonishment.

xDD

[selfnighted]

How unfortunate; was talking too loudly truly now a punishable offense? It must be an excuse for some more sinister design, surely? Though it seemed the soldiers (and nurses, she supposed) were in quite the optimal position for abusing their power (imagined or otherwise) over the patients. The general certainly seemed inclined to take advantage of it. But, enough. -It seemed a case of mistaken identity awaited her.

"I've not gone by that surname, no," Maya answered as she took a seat in the offered chair. And that was the second time she had been mistaken for someone else. What an unpleasant feeling. However, the asylum insisted she wear a name that was not hers; this new development should hardly be of note-but a lesser evil is still an evil, yes?

"Would I not know you if I were your acquaintance?" she asked cheerfully. "One can hardly forget you, I'd think." If only for calling women 'sir,' if not for the enthusiasm he so readily exhibited.

[dork_at_duty]

At the revelation that this wasn't the mystic Maya Fey, Meekins' face fell for a moment. After his talk to Mr. Tolten about the women of Kurain village, he had hoped to get some firsthand information about spirit channeling from the one and only Maya Fey. "My apologies for the mistaken identity, Sir. It's not the first time that's ever happened to me." Far from it, to be sure. "But you may take it as a compliment, as Ms. Fey is highly esteemed in my town, and she's talented and smart and very pretty, just like you, Sir!" He gave a guileless smile at the woman.

"I'm unforgettable, Sir? I'll take that as a compliment, too, Sir! Thank you, Maya!" He saluted her, absolutely no trace of irony in his voice nor in his action. "I'm always the one people leave behind, at least at my police department. And today..." he placed his hands on the blue sheaf of construction paper on the table, "I didn't even get a visit or a letter from my parents... and they've always doted on me."

"B-but," he forced himself to cheer up in front of Ms. Maya who wasn't a Fey, "I've only been here for a day, so maybe that's why. How about you, Sir? Did you get a letter from home, Sir?" he asked in genuine interest and genuine hope that the lady did indeed receive one.