Day 43: Intercom, Dawn

[damned_intercom]

Good morning, and welcome to your personalized tour of Landel's Institute! My name is I.R.I.S. and I will be your automated guide during your stay here. If you have any specific questions during our tour, please direct them to the personal console in your welcome bag. We will do our very best to address any concerns you may have

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[brooklynisangry]

It was sad to have to leave Ai and Mako, but it was for the best. After all, everyone had helped defeat the D-Reaper, so both worlds would be safe. That was good, right? Now, if only making it back to the Digital World could feel less weird. The light made him close his eyes, putting an arm up to stop it from trying to drill its way into his skull.

Waitaminute… Why did he have arms? Yaamon didn’t have arms! But this didn't feel like being Impmon. Was he back to being Beelzemon already? He opened his eyes, but only two of them did anything. What the hell was wrong with his third eye? He put his hand to his forehead, finding no mask, no eye, nothing. "What th'?!" he yelped, trying to get up but getting caught in something and falling to the floor. He kicked off the blankets (Wha? A bed? Since when was I takin' a nap?!), standing up and looking around the small, white room he found himself in. That didn’t help, but there was a door. He reached first for his shotguns, then realized he didn’t have those either. Looking down as he tried to find them, he also finally noticed he was missing a tail, too. And... Where's my claws?! He had nothing. Just some weird gray clothes with a smiley face on them that looked a hell of a lot wimpier than the one Impmon had.

Still, this wasn’t gonna stop him! He grabbed the door handle, finding it locked, no matter how hard he yanked on the thing. Fine. We'll do this my way! He punched the door at full force. Pretty much nothing could stand up to that. Except the damn door. And his fist hurt like anything now, leaving him doing absolutely nothing useful but holding onto the thing like it was gonna fall off, snarling an unintelligible string of dire threats at the still-intact door.

He didn't exactly keep track of how much time went by, but the pain in his knuckles had receded to a dull throbbing by the time he started to really try to think about where he was. This definitely didn't look familiar, but he looked human. Not like one of the kids, but like what they looked like when they got bigger, whatever the word for that was. This had to be some sort of trick. And whatever had done this to him was gonna get it, no question. He just had to figure out what exactly 'it' was going to be, but at the moment, it looked like 'punched in the face until I get my body back'. And he needed to find the others. If they were here. He… okay, he really hoped they were safe, wherever they were. Everyone'd already gotten too close to getting killed with all of the crap the D-Reaper had thrown at them. But if they were here, he’d find them. Renamon would probably be okay, she was smart, but who could tell how Pineapple Head 'd react to something like this?

Now that he had a plan (or as far as he ever had a plan), he just had to get outta the damn room. That problem was solved a few minutes later when he heard a sound that meant something was opening the door. This was his chance. He'd only been stuck here for a couple minutes and it was already way too long. He gave himself just enough space to get a running start, going in to punch whatever came through the door first, with a war cry of "WHERE AM I AND WHAT’D YOU DO TA ME?!"

[damned_nurses]

The nurse and the pair of orderlies went flying down the hall as soon as they heard the first thump. She wasn't carrying a syringe, but she had a number of them in her pocket and ready to go.

Once they'd arrived outside, she motioned for one of the orderlies to take point as they entered the door. "Derek! You need to calm down. You're here to get better. We're here to help you. So, please, calm down," she said, carefully making sure she was behind the lead orderly.

[brooklynisangry]

If he hadn't already started charging at the first big thing that was coming through the door, he might have been confused enough to ask 'What's a Derek?!' But as it was, he was pissed off and looking more to pummel whatever'd stuck him in here in these weird clothes and-- aw hell, he'd already gone over all of that stuff already. It was confusing enough the first time he'd figured it out!

Anyway, back to getting out of here! Beelzemon used his running start to get momentum going, aiming for the face on whatever this big thing was coming through the door. Sure, punching things hadn't helped anything so far. But that didn't mean it wasn't worth trying again!

[damned_nurses]

The nurse ran to the left, and the second orderly ran to the right, leaving the first to take the brunt of the punch. He braced and put a hand up to block it, while the second orderly grabbed onto Beelzemon's shoulders, holding him in place.

"Derek. You have one more chance to calm down. Otherwise, I'm going to have to take strict measures."

[derp since I failed before, this is Jen]

[brooklynisangry]

Damn! That should have worked! It was supposed to work, not end up with the other big guy grabbing him like that! Beelzemon struggled, trying to hit whoever was in range. "Ya got th' wrong guy! An' get offa me!" His flailing redoubled, attempting to break free.

[damned_nurses]

"I'm sorry, but you've left me no choice." With that, she motioned to the first orderly, who helped hold the struggling Digimon steady while she prepared the syringe and quickly injected its contents into his arm. "Those should take effect immediately, and then we'll take you to either the chapel, the cafeteria, or the Sun Room."

[brooklynisangry]

"Ow! Hey! What was that?! What're ya-- what..." Okay, now he didn't feel so hot. And it wasn't getting any better. He slowly stopped struggling, glaring as best he could at th--A human? One of them managed to do this to him? How was that even possible? "Whuh?"