Night 57: M41-M50 Hallway

[unheroed]

Luckily for Harvey, Lunge didn't have much interest in chatting over dinner. It was possible that he'd picked up on his mood or just realized that he'd needed some time to himself -- and he really had. He'd forced as much of the food down as he could, and after that he'd resorted to pacing the small space that their room offered until he threw

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M44

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As laid back as his dinner with Firo had been, it was time to focus on the night ahead. Claude busily prepared his uniform and weapons, thankful to have gotten his possessions box again for the evening. The intercom post was almost enough to distract him, though. Although Claude knew he shouldn't have been surprised, it was unnerving to hear firsthand that the military had indeed been aiming to fool today's visitors. Was this how it was going to be for the rest of their time here?

Then again, Claude guessed the whole mental institute thing had always been there to act as some kind of facade. They weren't really crazy, after all. General Aguilar's rant made it sound like he thought the military was actually doing them all favors. But if they really cared about them, wouldn't they just send them all home?

Head Doctor, the General...in the end, it didn't change their situation all that much. A prison was still a prison.

But now wasn't the time to get depressed about that. After shrugging on his jacket and discreetly tucking his phase gun into his jacket, Claude grabbed his sword and said goodbye to Firo. Hopefully he'd have better luck with this place than his other roommates. And hopefully he and his friends would have better luck in the next portion of the basement than they'd had in the coliseum.

With that, he stepped out into the hallway.

((To here.))