Day 59: Sun Room

[witchdetective]

Erika stood back to survey her work, and she had no idea why no one seemed to care.

By 'no one', she was referring to the soldiers who were on guard, who should be looking particularly anxious due to the atmosphere of this place. It didn't make sense in her mind. Someone who just took up a large chunk of the middle of the Sun Room to build a

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[yin_yang_fox]

The events of the night had the Digimon contemplating more than a few things, and despite the tone the conversation had took, she found herself wondering exactly why Landel had bound Marc to secrecy. For one that was supposedly near absolute in power, it seemed strange that he would censor on his own abilities. And his business, if Marc was to be believed. Privacy? It seemed too lacking with that man's personality

[bastard_sadi]

Daemon had been intending to go to the library, but the sight that met his eyes in the Sunroom as he passed had him halting in his tracks and changing his mind. Yes, that was actually a pillow fort taking up the majority of the room. He laughed despite himself. Well. At least someone was making the best of their stay here.

It made him miss River. And Lucivar, who would have been delighted by the sight of it and no doubt would have dove right in. Daemon didn't, however, although his bemused smile remained on his lips as he moved to one of the last few free sofas not dominated by the makeshift structure. There was someone already at one end, a young female, and he paused after he approached, giving her an uncertain-but-game smile.

"Do you mind if I sit here?' he asked, motioning to the other end of the sofa. "We seem to be short on seats in here today."

[yin_yang_fox]

The man that stopped nearby to ask, pulled her attention to what she had been set on subconsciously ignoring. She looked past him for a moment, at the structure set there, before giving a slight smile in lack of comprehension. "I don't mind," she gave in reply. "I don't think there's much of a choice today."

The man wasn't one she recognized on sight, but there was enough of a familiarity that allowed she had seen him before. Not a new patient, then. She wasn't obligated to see if he had enough information to survive his first night. In that, they could do their own thing without needing to interact. Except in this place, that might lead to a lack of information on either side, and after last night, Renamon was reminded of how much she did lack. "I'm Renamon."

[bastard_sadi]

Daemon sank down on the end of the sofa and inclined his head in greeting. "Daemon Sadi," he introduced himself, lounging back against the back of the sofa and crossing one leg over the other, his movement casual and relaxed. "Thank you."

He didn't recognize her, although her name seemed vaguely familiar. Perhaps he'd seen her on the board?

"Have you been here long?"

[yin_yang_fox]

[starting to hate lj....]

The man moved with a casual grace she hadn't seen among most here. If her senses weren't telling her otherwise, she would wonder if he belonged in a different body as well. As it was, he could only be a graceful human.

He asked what she normally would have, and having that question directed at her for once was relatively interesting. She tilted her head politely. "A month, now," she gave with little emotion. "Yourself?"

[bastard_sadi]

[Clearly it's hating us back...]

A month. They might have crossed paths briefly there at the end, then. Or they could have missed each other entirely. It was hard to tell, without knowing exactly when and what had happened.

"Ahh... That's a little complicated," he answered, his lips quirking faintly into a wry expression. His shoulders lifted in a faint shrug. "I recall being here for around three weeks. Those three weeks were just... several weeks ago. I misplaced some time, or they misplaced it for me, and I only re-awoke a few days ago to find everything changed and very few familiar faces. Rather disconcerting, actually."

[yin_yang_fox]

...Ah. That could explain a familiarity without any clarity. The Digimon nodded in understanding. "It seems to happen to some here. Spans of time are missing from memory, or you're reported as gone for days or weeks. Most come back with no recollection of being here before. You fit the rare case of retaining your experiences." Something she wasn't sure if all would be grateful for.

It was more disturbing, she thought, to wake and learn you had been moving with no recollection of the acts. Though, as one who had lost time, albeit a day compared to weeks, the fact of any time lost at all was, as Daemon said, quite disconcerting.

At least she could offer to assist here. "You've missed a bit, then. I could try to catch you up, if you wish. What do you know?"

[bastard_sadi]

"Lucky me," Daemon drawled as he leaned back against the sofa, his golden eyes faintly bemused, his expression utterly wry. "I've heard of some returning with no memory, or some returning believing the false life they tried to instill us with. but you're right, I'd never heard of them doing what they did with me until this point either. Makes me a little suspicious, but the less they mess with my head, the more relieved I am at the moment."

Although the sleeping for four weeks was far beyond annoying.

Her offer made him smile faintly and he inclined his head in gratitude. "That would be much appreciated, actually," he answered, pausing to think a moment. "I've gotten most of the story about the military takeover, and them ousting Landel. Does anyone know where he's been dragged off to? Or why he's suddenly playing friendly? Have there been clues or conversations given? I confess, what I've heard has been... more vague than usual."

[yin_yang_fox]

It wasn't an unfamiliar sentiment. She agreed wholeheartedly in that respect. Even if the length of time lost was more than heavy to bear. She would at least help in the way she was able to. Daemon knew the basics, but not the details, which were... Less than she would prefer. However, last night had added some, in the way of the man referred to.

Renamon gave a dry smile, and moved to speak. "In truth, Landel's made an alliance with Marc, the new man on the radio and supposed adversary. They made a joint message a few nights ago, in which Landel opened a new door in the basement." The whole information given would sound like something to doubt to the Digimon if she hadn't met one of them herself. "I can attest to the first part, at least. Myself and two others met with Marc last night."

[bastard_sadi]

"You met with him?" Daemon leaned forward now, looking fascinated. Sora had mentioned this new man earlier today. "Outside the walls? Or was he here? Did he have anything interesting to say?"

Realizing he'd just peppered her with question after question, he shot her an apologetic look and raked his fingers through his hair, tousling it a bit. "I apologize. That was a lot of questions. I didn;t mean to overwhelm you. I'm just trying to catch up on what i might have missed."

Something else she'd said made him pause a moment, thinking back on something else Sora had said this morning. "The basement. A new door, you said? Have you been down to the basement? People seem a little close-lipped about how to get down there and what's actually there once you find your way in." Or so he'd been told. He hadn't had a chance to ask on the board for himself yet. Maybe he wouldn't need to?

[yin_yang_fox]

A part of her was amused. Daemon reacted much like she did in terms of new information. "It's no problem," she assured, then moved on to answer him. "Outside the walls. He was in the ruined town to the east, though I don't think he's there normally. He gave a hint of his location on the radio last night. He's willing enough to meet with people, which is interesting." To what the man had said.... She folded her arms across her chest in thought. "Despite his current partner he seems genuine about wanting to help. He's... earnest. It seems Landel has him unable to speak about certain things, but it was clear from what he did say that Landel has incomprehensible abilities and skills, to which the actual limits are unknown. He gave the example of Landel 'swiping his hand through the air, and suddenly you're bleeding out'. Along with the rumor that the one time the patients did revolt, he was able to put them all down without sedation... He's definitely a force to be reckoned with." A higher concern to the Digimon than a military which

[bastard_sadi]

Daemon pulled up the memory, going back over what he could recall being said over the radio the night before. "If he gives such a hint again, I may have to pursue that." But it was interesting to know that Landel was capable of such things himself. It made him an even more dangerous enemy. "I'm not surprised about the abilities. A friend and I spoke to the soldier in the chapel last night. He has the ability to call fire. My friend's clothes got a little charred when he tossed around too many threats," he added wryly. He hoped Chipp was alright, he still hadn't seen him yet today. He'd have to look for him soon

[yin_yang_fox]

And here was a fact Renamon did not yet know. She blinked in surprise at the man. "There was a soldier in the chapel?" Convenient place, but more to the point.... It had either been random or announced, and if the latter, Renamon's group had left the building rapidly and would have probably missed any announcement. "Why was he there?"

She nodded to his deduction. "Correct." There were careful bans in place, and like Daemon, she wondered exactly what was being hidden. "From what it seems like, the center door is just another trial to overcome. There's still the final door, which is likely the one Landel unlocked." She shook her head slightly. "I'm afraid I have no information on that door at all."

[bastard_sadi]

"There was," Daemon confirmed with a slight nod. "Called himself Harrington. It was announced overhead last night, so my companion and I went to check it out. Aguilar set him there. Apparently, they have a mole." This was said with a faint hint of satisfaction. Anything that made life difficult for those in charge was helpful. "I don't know the details, but I assume they think there were patients who knew the identity. Maybe someone who had gotten past one of those doors down below? Or maybe they were talking about Landel and didn't know it. There weren't a lot of details given about who they were looking for. It didn't sound as if anyone was very forthcoming, however. I'm guessing that's why the announcements today are rather stilted," he added, pointing a finger upwards to indicate the intercoms at large.

"I can't imagine there being enough time in a night to get through all the challenges at once," Daemon wondered aloud, frowning in thought now. "I wonder if its something you only have to accomplish once, or each time you pass

[yin_yang_fox]

A mole. The Digimon frowned in contemplation. And this right after Utena admitted to being called into an office to be asked questions on Marc. Were the issues related? If one of the military was working with Marc... It didn't seem that way, but she should have asked more than she did. A loss, but one that could possibly be circumvented. "It's interesting that those who might know are holding their own. Mildly reassuring."

From what she knew on the subject.... "I believe you only have to go through them once. Once a challenge of the side doors is completed you receive a small item. From what I know of the third door, you place both items into it to unlock it." From there, she did not know.

[bastard_sadi]

"One would hope they would," Daemon drawled wryly, leaning back on the sofa, absently inspecting his nails as his mind wandered momentarily. "The one thing I think everyone here has in common is that we all want out. We all want to go home. I doubt aiding our captors factors high on anyone's to-do list. Unless they actually belong in a place like this."

He digested this new information, tucking it away. He'd have to pass it on to Sora in case the boy didn't already know. "So possibly three consecutive nights, if you could manage to get there that many times uninterrupted. Although who knows what's through that door then? It could be even more. I can't imagine anything in this place ever being simple. Or coming without a price."