The Head Doctor seemed a little exhausted as he gave orders over the microphone this shift, though he didn't seem to have any qualms about explaining why
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She had just taken a nap in a big, big room, but when she awoke it was in a small room. No windows overlooking Paris, just walls.
That boy... She was going to find that boy today...
Once she had slid off the bed, her fingertips brushed the rough material of the Landel's uniform at her thighs. Oh? What was this? She was wearing a new outfit she'd never seen before - it was ugly and horrible, though. Off went the pants, sliding down her legs to pool on the floor. Better to remind Nathan not to dress her in such terrible things while she slept; he usually had better taste than that.
Stepping out of the forgotten pants, she made a half-circle of the room, faintly perplexed. Just what had her Chevaliers done now? She'd told Carl they were going to find that boy.
The shirt was pulled over her head and discarded. Why was the door closed?
There was a knock on the door, followed by a cheerful voice calling out as it opened. "Good morning, Ms. Frenier!" The nurse came into the room, unaware that the patient had already made herself quite cozy at home. "I hope you sle--Ms. Frenier!"
The woman looked at the girl with lingering shock in her eyes as she saw the woman's state of undress. She shook her head quickly, knowing that this would never do, and that there was a busy schedule to keep. "Please put your clothes back on, young lady. Lunch has already started, and you don't want to miss it!"
Someone had burst into the little whitewashed room, only to stare at her - not her face, but her chest, her body. Oh, and there was a brassiere and very plain panties. Now that she noticed them, the brassiere just had to go first as it itched. Who had dressed her in such stupid things?
It was a woman speaking to her, but it was not Amshel, nor a face he ever used. A human woman. But why would Diva be led to lunch if this was her lunch? It was all very silly and confusing - were her Chevaliers playing a trick on her, maybe? Reaching up to grab at a bra strap and rip it, the girl said quite simply, "I've never seen you before? Where is Amshel?"
The nurse could already tell that this patient was going to be a frustrating one to deal with, especially as the girl insisted on continuing to strip her clothes off. She made a note on her clipboard, then shook her head.
"There is no Amshel, dear. You're in Landel's Institute." And didn't it seem like she needed to be. The nurse took a step towards Danielle, trying the pleasant approach. "Don't you want to get something to eat, Ms. Frenier? They're serving grilled cheese. That sounds very yummy, doesn't it? Just get dressed, and we can get you fed."
Reaching down, the nurse picked up Danielle's shirt, and offered it to the girl.
Ed woke to a large puddle of drool on her pillow. "Pillow!" she squealed, hugging it joyfully. When was the last time she'd actually had a real pillow? She looked around the room. "Ed's room has white walls? And another bed... Ed has a roommate! But where is Ed's roommate? And where is Ed's room
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The first thing Thursday Next noticed upon opening her eyes was that she was lying down. Strange; she'd been sitting up moments before - she was sure of it.
The second thing she noticed was the silence. She and Anne Wirthlass had been bound for Longfellow's "The Wreck of the Hesperus," and by all rights it should have been the sound of the ocean in her ears, not this disconcerting nothing. And instead of the anguish and bleak despair that came with entering such a tragic poem, she felt - well - somewhat puzzled and a bit tired, which was more or less normal (observation three
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The nurse barely had time to get the door open before Emily leapt at her, a surprised cry sounding out that sent an orderly running. The man pushed past both the women, forcefully yanking Emily off of his coworker before she could do much damage.
"Mrs. Bellman!" The nurse snapped sharply at the patient, her temper getting the best of her for a moment. She gripped her throat protectively, staring as the orderly kept a tight hold on the struggling woman. "That is no way to behave, especially on your first day!"
Thursday had been trying to pull away from the orderly - she should've known the nurse wouldn't have been the only one around - but she paused when she heard the first words that came out of said nurse's mouth.
She wasn't the Bellman - that was Commander Bradshaw! But that wasn't the problem - the problem was that the nurse was quite clearly Goliath, and they shouldn't have known about Jurisfiction at all, let alone her involvement in it. Unless Wirthlass had somehow managed to get the attention of Text Grand Central - and -
Thursday focused on the nurse as she resumed struggling. "I'm not Bellman anymore," she spat. "Goliath isn't terribly up to date on its information, is it? But never mind that - who are you, where am I, and what the hell have you done with my family?!"
Something in Emily's demands sparked professionalism in the nurse--or perhaps it was the fact that the orderly had been able to keep hold of the woman--and she let out a slow sigh. It was hard on the new ones when they first arrived.
"Calm down, ma'am. Your name is Emily Bellman, and you're at Landel's Institute." She paused for a moment then, to let her words sink in. "We're all here to help you get well again. That's why your family brought you here. Now please relax. It's time for lunch, and we need to show you the way to the cafeteria."
It was becoming a never-ending game. The stakes were high, and the rewards... The rewards seemed more and more unreachable with each passing attempt. Regardless, they would try again... and again... and again... The resets allowed her to spend more time with Rika and the people Rika called friends (though they were unaware of her presence). But the constant failures made their attemps seem more and more hopeless with each passing turn
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That boy... She was going to find that boy today...
Once she had slid off the bed, her fingertips brushed the rough material of the Landel's uniform at her thighs. Oh? What was this? She was wearing a new outfit she'd never seen before - it was ugly and horrible, though. Off went the pants, sliding down her legs to pool on the floor. Better to remind Nathan not to dress her in such terrible things while she slept; he usually had better taste than that.
Stepping out of the forgotten pants, she made a half-circle of the room, faintly perplexed. Just what had her Chevaliers done now? She'd told Carl they were going to find that boy.
The shirt was pulled over her head and discarded. Why was the door closed?
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The woman looked at the girl with lingering shock in her eyes as she saw the woman's state of undress. She shook her head quickly, knowing that this would never do, and that there was a busy schedule to keep. "Please put your clothes back on, young lady. Lunch has already started, and you don't want to miss it!"
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It was a woman speaking to her, but it was not Amshel, nor a face he ever used. A human woman. But why would Diva be led to lunch if this was her lunch? It was all very silly and confusing - were her Chevaliers playing a trick on her, maybe? Reaching up to grab at a bra strap and rip it, the girl said quite simply, "I've never seen you before? Where is Amshel?"
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"There is no Amshel, dear. You're in Landel's Institute." And didn't it seem like she needed to be. The nurse took a step towards Danielle, trying the pleasant approach. "Don't you want to get something to eat, Ms. Frenier? They're serving grilled cheese. That sounds very yummy, doesn't it? Just get dressed, and we can get you fed."
Reaching down, the nurse picked up Danielle's shirt, and offered it to the girl.
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The second thing she noticed was the silence. She and Anne Wirthlass had been bound for Longfellow's "The Wreck of the Hesperus," and by all rights it should have been the sound of the ocean in her ears, not this disconcerting nothing. And instead of the anguish and bleak despair that came with entering such a tragic poem, she felt - well - somewhat puzzled and a bit tired, which was more or less normal (observation three ( ... )
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"Mrs. Bellman!" The nurse snapped sharply at the patient, her temper getting the best of her for a moment. She gripped her throat protectively, staring as the orderly kept a tight hold on the struggling woman. "That is no way to behave, especially on your first day!"
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She wasn't the Bellman - that was Commander Bradshaw! But that wasn't the problem - the problem was that the nurse was quite clearly Goliath, and they shouldn't have known about Jurisfiction at all, let alone her involvement in it. Unless Wirthlass had somehow managed to get the attention of Text Grand Central - and -
Thursday focused on the nurse as she resumed struggling. "I'm not Bellman anymore," she spat. "Goliath isn't terribly up to date on its information, is it? But never mind that - who are you, where am I, and what the hell have you done with my family?!"
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"Calm down, ma'am. Your name is Emily Bellman, and you're at Landel's Institute." She paused for a moment then, to let her words sink in. "We're all here to help you get well again. That's why your family brought you here. Now please relax. It's time for lunch, and we need to show you the way to the cafeteria."
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