Day 34: Sun Room
[One speedster, free to a good home! Plays well with others and has had his shots. Adopt today!]Wally followed the steady stream of patients from the cafeteria towards the showers, but was prevented from entering by one of the ever-present nurses
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[ Hoping for a Wally. sry for the tl;dr post. ]
This time, when Yuuichi asked for his call, his nurse told him to wait for his family to visit. The nurse didn't give him much information on when that'd be, or, well, anything else. Instead she just told him 'he should make some friends in the Sun Room' before deserting him (in said room, or so he assumed).
When he entered, there was only one other person there. Since they appeared to be busy with the bulletin, Yuuichi took a seat over by one of the windows. He wasn't particularly picky about which one it was - they all looked the same to him after all - so he ended up sitting almost directly across from the doorway. He noticed, after that, that the other patient had taken up a seat as well. Now that he wasn't busy, he was tempted to go over and talk to him to try to make a little more sense out of what was happening.
While he'd learned a lot fro -
Yuuichi put his thoughts on hold, then abruptly stood up, turned around, and looked down at the seat. ... Nothing. That was... weird; he could have sworn he just sat on something. Maybe it was his imagination? Yuuichi was about to sit down again when he realized that, after he'd stood up, something had brushed against him. This time he half-turned, looking to check if anyone was behind him. Nope, nobody.
There it was again. Actually, hadn't he been feeling that all morning? It had been so slight he'd ignored it more often than not, not bothering to check what it was due to his occupied mind. Hadn't his head been feeling heavier as well? He'd had his M2D on so often he didn't notice that either (fairly convenient), and the weight was about the same as that; neglectable, once you got used to it. However, he didn't have his M2D here with him, so that couldn't have been it. He'd been overlooking so much, just assuming what it was in the back of his mind and moving on to other matters.
This time, Yuuichi took a breath and reached behind himself. He easily grabbed the "tail" dangling from the back of his head, then brought it in front of him. For a second, he stared at it, wondering what exactly it was supposed to be. It didn't take long after that to recognize the piece though and he was about to drop it before realizing something else: he wasn't Silabus. He was himself, or so he assumed. He didn't have his M2D, he wasn't logged into The World, and he wasn't in any of the Area Words that he'd collected with Gaspard, Atoli, and Haseo. Yuuichi - Silabus? - continued to stare at the hair, feeling it for the first time between his fingertips.
It felt real, but that was impossible. It had to have been a wig. He didn't know exactly why someone would put Silabus' wig on him - or how they'd even know that he played Silabus - or why they'd go to such lengths for a relatively unknown player character like himself. Silabus gave a quick tug on the hair, hoping that it'd come off as easily as he believed. It didn't, in fact, it did the opposite: it stayed firmly attached to his head, even hurting when he pulled. Reluctantly, he repeated the motion. This time he confirmed that, yes, it was hurting him down to it's roots.
That thing really was attached; he dropped it immediately.
... He'd just have to try and make sense out of this. Calm down, rationalize, think about the logical side of what was going on. Retaking his seat, Silabus stared blankly at the door.
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There were a few options. One, someone had gone through the effort of transplanting hair (from where?) onto his head that looked like Silabus'; two ... Two he wouldn't resort to until he was absolutely sure of what was happening. Even if he assumed it was true, there had never been a map like this one. Judging from the time he'd been outside, it didn't have any boundaries either. No trademark landmarks of The World either. And what about those Atoli, Alkaid, and Haseo cosplayers he'd seen earlier?
How could he consider all the factors if new ones kept cropping up?
Silabus sighed, unable to find a suitable resolution to all this. Maybe before doing anything else he should find a mirror? Another look around the room confirmed that, no, there was no mirror around. He'd have to go for the next best thing. Honestly, he didn't want to bother anyone with this, but if he asked a small question maybe it wouldn't spawn into something larger.
... All right.
Standing, he walked over to where he'd seen the first patient sit down. At least this guy didn't look like he was a PC from The World.
"Hey," Silabus greeted, keeping up some form of a smile, "This might seem like a strange question, but," what distinguishing features could he rely on? Silabus didn't have many aside from his hair and clothes. "What color are my eyes?"
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Wally had been contemplating the benefits of taking a nap in the sunlight - not that he was particularly tired, but more in the hope that it would somehow result in him waking to find the whole situation easier to deal with - when he was approached by a younger patient.
He'd noticed the kid a little earlier, acting like something was following him and then playing with his hair. It had been a little weird. One of the first obvious signs that some of the patients probably had good reasons for being here. Wally had done his best not to stare and let the kid have his space while he tried to work out his own thoughts, but now it looked like he didn't have much of a choice.
"Yeah, that is kinda strange," he agreed, but figured he might as well humour him. Wally leaned in closely and tilted the kid's head to catch the light a little better. "They're, uh, yellow? Gold? That's kinda odd. Are they contacts? Do they let you have contacts here?" He was tempted to ask if there was some other reason for the strange colour - magic or a side effect from having powers like Green Lantern's eyes - but it wasn't something that plain Wally West should really be asking. His encounters with Marcus and Kal had taught him to try and be a bit more careful at the very least.
"Does that help?"
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For the most part he tried to stay still as he was inspected, although that didn't make the forced angle any less uncomfortable. He hadn't counted on it, but it did make sense. He'd probably be forced to tilt his head in similar angles when looking in a mirror anyway, and this way he had the confirmation of someone other than himself.
... confirmation he found he really didn't want. That was about the same color he'd made Silabus' eyes in The World. If his hair was the same and his eyes, it stood to reason that his face must have been similar as well. Vexed, Silabus put his hand to his chin and began thinking backwards.
"I don't really know," that was for the contacts part, which he considered a bit before dismissing the idea; he didn't feel like he was wearing them, so he probably wasn't. To his knowledge there wasn't any kind of surgery to change someone's eye color either (unless you counted transplants). "It seems like that would be kind of pointless, why would anyone want to wear contacts here?" Those kind anyway.
That wasn't the issue, the issue was how this was possible.
Silabus returned to looking at the other patient. "Yeah, thanks," he'd have to present a few more questions to be absolutely sure though, "Do you mind if I ask you anything else?"
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"What do you mean, you don't know if they're contacts or not? Wouldn't you have had to put them in if they were?" he asked. He'd figured that it was unlikely that someone in an institute would be allowed to wear contacts, but he hadn't thought that the kid would be so clueless about his own eyes. It was weirding him out a little.
Wally shrugged at the question. The kid seemed harmless so far, if more than a little odd, and it wasn't as if he had anything else to do at the moment. "Sure, fire away," he said.
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