Day 59: Cafeteria (noon)

[immortale]

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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[chippforprez]

A board in the Sun Room... Oh, he was talking about that big room with the open ceiling probably! Chipp thought he saw something like a board there, when he was circling that weird kind of blanket fort. He really ought to have taken another look at it, though maybe he could do that after lunch. Just a glance, since he couldn't think of anything to really write on it. Of course, he didn't think it was right to look at messages left for other people. Not unless it was messages he wanted to intercept, of course. As the ninja's mind continued to work in his mysterious ways, he tried to sort out exactly the kind of questions he had for Daemon, like why (or how) Landel left and was replaced with this other Aguilar idiot, and more about the outside and -

Then Daemon asked him about meeting someone and everything halted in Chipp's mind as he visibly brightened up, remembering the great discovery he made earlier. How did Daemon know about that? This guy was pretty amazing, which made Chipp glad he was on their side rather then the enemy's. Yep.

"Yeah! I met Venom, we uh..." Tried to kill each other once, that didn't exactly reflect their current relationship. What was that word Venom used? "We were supposed to work together back home, before I got kidnapped and he got kidnapped. Can't believe he's here, of all people, but that means the Assassin's Guild isn't part of this shit. They're probably going nuts without their leader."

Chipp looked almost disappointed. If he hadn't been careless... Then he could have been out there getting rid of the Guild for good. Sorry, Venom. It was then that he realized that he used the same word too: "home". Like ... this place obviously wasn't, but it was starting to really sink in with Chipp that this place was something else. Way different then what he would expect.

"So, uh... what about you?"

[bastard_sadi]

"At least there's a familiar face for you," Daemon replied with a faint smile, looking a little more relieved. he hoped whoever this Venom was, he could look after Chipp. Not that Chipp might not be capable of doing that himself, but Daemon had a protective streak in him for his friends.

...And Chipp had managed to get himself set on fire within hours of waking here. Something told Daemon this one might need a little looking out for.

At the man's question, his smile faded a little. "I did. There were some here when I first arrived. This place, though... they did something to me. I'm missing time. A couple weeks. I went to bed one night and woke up almost a month later. Everyone I'd known and met and worked with was gone. I don't know if they got out, or if they're held somewhere. I don't know what they thought if I vanished on them with no warning like I did. So... I've had to start from scratch again. Last night was my first night back out again."

[chippforprez]

Missing time? Chipp looked just as confused as Daemon did, but that confused look turned into a worried one as he considered the implications of what the guy just said. So he was asleep for a month... and in the meantime, everyone he knew had gotten out of this place one way or another. That sounded exceptionally harsh, and Chipp also had to wonder why Daemon had been knocked out in the first place. A coma? Or did the military do that to him? He looked sympathetic for a moment, before nodding once to show he got the message.

"Shit... You could've fooled me, you looked like you had your shit together," Chipp mumbled, feeling slightly guilty that he had burdened this guy with questions and shit when the guy just woke up. It sounded like they were almost in the same situation, even though this guy had still been here way longer. Still, a month? That was a long time to stay asleep, which meant someone did something.

Someone did something, and were they powerless to do anything about it? The more Chipp learned about this place, the more he got the idea that they were basically lab rats in a maze and there was nothing any of them could do but run around and try to survive. It really pissed him off.

"This is the most messed up..." He looked around, wondering why no one else looked as pissed as he did. Well, maybe they were, but then why wasn't anyone doing anything. Was that a mark of how powerful they were, or how powerless the rest of the them were against the military. He had to do something about this tonight, no matter what.

"Well, I'm not going anywhere. Not until I see this place burn to the ground." He declared stubbornly, crossing his arms and glaring down at the floor as if imagining it. That was going to be a promise.

[bastard_sadi]

"I'm very good at keeping my 'shit' together, even when thrown surprises," Daemon chuckled, his voice wry, looking as if he didn't mind Chipp's words. In truth, he still felt a gaping hole whenever he thought of how much he was missing. His father and Lucivar. The others that had briefly appeared from home. Ren. River. Renji.

His Jewels, he mentally added, thumb rubbing absently over his ring finger where his Birthright Red normally rested.

He shared Chipp's frustration, watching as the man tried to vent it, but there was nowhere for it to go. Not yet. "You may have to get in line," Daemon chuckled, but the sound held little humor. It hinted at violence smoldering just below the surface, however. A deep icy rage just waiting for an outlet. "They won't be allowed to continue their game. They will make a mistake somewhere. No one is perfect, not for long. You're not the only one who's vowed to leave this place a rubble."