By the time lunch rolled around, things still weren't getting any better. The voices hadn't gone away; instead, Firo was pretty sure they were getting more frequent. Ennis had been silent since last night, but Czes's voice had been an insistent buzz in his ear all morning
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Sighing a little, she turned her attention more wholly to Mikado. "I never said you were lying." Lying about spoiled food that obvious wasn't didn't make any sense, and from what Ema could tell his disgust was completely real. "But I think you're mistaken. They've tampered with our food before, so it's possible that you're hallucin..."
Realizing something awful, Ema trailed off. What if the one hallucinating was her? Maybe they had drugged breakfast in order to lull them into complacency to eat something awful for lunch in order to make them sick and lower their resistances? Actually, that hypothesis made more sense than the reverse. Mikado had missed breakfast. There had been no opportunity to drug him before now.
Sitting up slowly and going a bit paler, she pushed the tray away. "But maybe it's better I not eat. Just in case." She gave the goop one last poke from the side, willing herself to see the truth in it. Nothing about its appearance changed.
"We should talk about something else. To distract ourselves."
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He nodded in agreement to her, still smiling a little. "Okay. I'm sorry for being so... strange about that, Skye-san." But he would easily concede to her now and keep to other subjects. "Where are you from?"
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Thankfully, he took her up on her suggestion to change the topic. Smiling herself, Ema replied, "I'm from Los Angeles, in the U.S. It's not a perfect place--there are lots of reasons for the police force to keep their jobs--but I like it. It's home.
"How about you? You don't seem American to me." He did, however, seem human. And Earth-ish. At least, he seemed that way from what she could tell; she had to admit that there was no solid, empirical process by which she could discern otherwise.
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Ah, wow. She was from a ways away. Or, er. Technically Mikado was from further, if this really was America, which... seemed pretty likely at this point. He swallowed, then offered an awkward smile. "No, I'm definitely not American...." He had never been out of the country before this. "I'm from Ikebukuro, in Japan." He glanced to the side, slightly uncomfortable. "This is all a little strange to me." Something of a large understatement.
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At that last statement, Ema frowned slightly with concern. The boy seemed incredibly uncomfortable, which she supposed she couldn't blame him for. It was hard to feel at ease in this place. "It's strange to everybody, even us Americans." Assuming they were in America, but there really hadn't been any indication that they weren't. Unfalsified running theory. "Are you still new? I'd say it gets easier, but it really doesn't. We just have to hang in there and hope for the best until we find a way out of here."
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"I've, uh, been here a couple days now," Mikado answered. "This is my third day." Did that make him new still? He was still getting the hang of things here.... And from the sound of it, everyone still was as well. Well, most except people like Snow, it seemed. "It's an experience, at least. How long have you been here, Skye-san?"
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At his question, she had to stop and actually think. Timewise, she was getting ready to wrap up her second week in the institute. That was depressing, and the frown on her face served as a pretty clear indicator of the downturn of mood that the realization brought her. "Two weeks this Thursday, which I think is two days from now. So, I've been here awhile." After a pause, she added, "If you have questions, I can try to answer them. We're usually not under a military like we are now, so things are weird for all of us--not just the new people."
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