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for_a_song December 2 2011, 20:38:02 UTC
Apparently, he wasn't going to have to spend a chunk of his day sitting in front of some doctor who was totally confused as to what year it was, today. For that, Gren could only count himself lucky. Granted, a lot had happened in the last week, and he couldn't argue that maybe a little genuine therapy wouldn't be uncalled for, but he would have vastly preferred it not come from the same place that had just inflicted most of that emotional and physical trauma.

The lack of military presence was making him feel more grounded, at least. Sure, whatever situation had caused their appearance was likely still lurking under the surface, along with whatever other derangement was going on in this place, but at least he couldn't see it right now, and that was doing a lot to make him feel less jumpy and cornered than he had in days.

He wasn't totally in the clear--they'd still passed him that little cup of pills when he'd woken up, which meant that particular hell was still in effect--but he felt like he could breathe again. The relief might have shown on his face as he found an empty spot to sit and relax, content for the moment to people-watch as they went about their business.

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witchdetective December 2 2011, 23:33:34 UTC
As much as Erika enjoyed actually having food again, she came to quickly realize that everything else she worked for had left with the rest of the military. The pins were gone, though they might have been replaced with those weird stickers, and she already knew it was out of the question to expect the nurses to let her walk around freely. What a bother, she hardly even enjoyed that privilege, but she might have lost it solely due to her blanket fort shenanigans yesterday. Maybe she really was being punished.

Since Erika was now bored, it was only natural that she gravitated towards the most familiar face in the room that wasn't someone she despised too thoroughly, Gren from a week ago. Yeah, he was there when the military first arrived and that food fight happened. Now, it was like none of that ever happened. Surely, he had to have some thoughts about that.

"Gren, right?" Erika asked him in lieu of a greeting when she approached where he was sitting, keeping enough distance in case he was feeling grumpy (though why, she wouldn't know; everyone should have been grateful for food. "Do you remember me?"

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for_a_song December 3 2011, 00:52:04 UTC
Gren pulled himself from his mental musings when he heard his name and nodded slightly. "That's right. Erika, right? I remember." It was rather hard to forget, given what had happened the day they'd met.

"How are you? It looked like you were pretty busy, yesterday." He was still completely baffled as to why she'd been allowed to build that fort here in the Sun Room without any sort of reprisal. Maybe she'd be able to clarify that matter for him. Or maybe she'd simply been testing the system and gotten lucky for some reason. It would be useful information, either way.

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witchdetective December 3 2011, 01:05:59 UTC
Ah, of course. If he didn't remember her from breakfast, then he'd definitely remember her for the fort. Luckily for Erika, it seemed like he remembered her for both reasons, and she was always more then happy to report her findings from the fort. It still made her feel the slightest bit proud that she got away with it, after all.

"It's funny, they didn't even ask me to clean up after myself. I suppose they had bigger problems," The detective replied. She had a curious look on her face as a thought occurred to her, and hopefully Gren might have an answer. "Then again, last night was also busy. Did you happen to come by here and see if the fort was still up?"

Even if it somehow survived the night, the nurses definitely would have demolished it before the sun came up. What a shame.

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for_a_song December 4 2011, 06:14:50 UTC
"That, or you managed to charm them all, somehow," he joked. In truth, he doubted the military had played favorites--at least, not like that. There had been patients who'd had preferential treatment, obviously, like those who'd received real food, but so far as he knew there'd been no overt reason for any of it.

He still wasn't completely sure it hadn't just been some elaborate social experiment to see what happened when some of the patients were treated better than others, though it seemed more of a long shot now than it had in the beginning.

"I didn't, unfortunately. Most of last night is hazy, to be honest. I don't really remember anything past dinner." A blessing and a curse, perhaps. It left him feeling out of the loop, but it also meant he hadn't had to suffer the worst of the after-effects of the experiment they'd done on him a few nights back.

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