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Day 23: Game Room, Evening Shift.
Fayt had been doing.. something. For some time, apparently, as he came in during the children shower scenes. Being over the age (yes, despite how he looked), he wasn’t sent there, meaning he had three options. Music Room. Game Room, and Sun Room
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He was also still starving.
Trying to take his mind off the hunger - both human and symbiote - Brock wandered about the Game Room, trying to collect his thoughts. He saw a few faces in the room that he'd seen before, but hadn't talked too personally, and was content to leave it at that for now. The interview with Stefan Richter had been interesting, to say the least. It wasn't every day he met a self-professed supervillian, much less one claiming he had eight spider legs attached to his back and, furthermore, claiming that symbiotes were common on his Earth.
Brock shuddered. More symbiotes. While he was dedicated to his, to being ( ... )
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Being her first time inside said room, she took a moment to look around. There were several people already inside, but none of them seemed interesting enough for her.
The available collection of games pretty much sucked too.
Disappointed, she was thinking about the leaving the room. No reason to stay around if there wasn’t any entertainment.
However, the Nobody noticed that she was already standing next to someone. It wasn’t a familiar face, no. But she did remember seeing him around from time to time.
“Hey… Aren’t you that reporter I’ve heard about?”
What was his name again?
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He turned and couldn't help just staring as his eyes snapped across the petite woman standing behind him.
It was the hair. Brock had always been good with details back in the day - you had to be if you were juggling reporting and trying to get the perfect photo at the same time - and the first thing he noted was her hair. Blond, short, almost a mullet (except it looked good on her somehow), and...two antenna things, sticking out in a way that defied gravity. He couldn't figure out how they stood up like that ( ... )
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“Me?”
Having acquired so many names, she thought about which one to give him. XII, the Savage Nymph, Nobody, “Emily Aston”… Eventually, she figured that using her real one would make things easier for him.
“Larxene will do.”
She crossed her arms, and scanned the room once again.
“So… enjoying your stay here in good ol’ Landel’s?”
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“As for why you’re here…” she began, but simply shrugged. “Obviously, your so-called loved ones must’ve thought that you’ve been drowning in your false life for too long, so they sent you here to get better.”
It was almost funny how the staff and that miserable Head Doctor seemed to be so convinced at the so-called “delusions” that were ailing the patients.
Maybe it was the other way around.
“Or some other made-up reason like that.”
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"I think I'd have to go with the idea that it's all made up," Brock said. He still remembered his visit with Jameson, but he was on the fence about that thing: Jameson was no loved one and while he did have a bone to pick with his former employee, he simply didn't have the resources to be capable of this. Still, he couldn't imagine why the Head Doctor would bother picking up Jameson of all people and brainwashing him.
Which basically left him without a real goddamn clue.
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“That seems to be the general idea.”
If the staff’s reasons for the patients being there were fake, then she wondered just how much of Landel’s followed the same trend. But, seeing that she was in the company of a reporter, Larxene took the opportunity to attempt to learn about a different aspect of the Institute.
“You know, I’ve heard that some people here had all sorts of crazy powers before. Do you happen to know anything about that?”
No harm in asking, and the information might do some good for her.
“Just curious, is all.”
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If the Institute was truly filled with power-wielding individuals, she would have to keep a lookout for anything that seemed out of place. Considering the nature of Landel’s and those inside it, however… It would be easier said than done, like finding a needle in a haystack, or something similar.
“You don’t say.” She followed Brock and sat down on a chair next to him.
“Here’s a thought.” The Nobody stated, raising an arm up to her chin. “What if the employees here, along with the Head Doctor, might have an interest in their abilities? I heard that a couple lucky patients get sent off to be experimented on every couple of nights.”
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Larxene seemed pretty cavalier about it judging from the way she just talked about this - there weren't any hysterics, no threatening that I'm gonna call my lawyer, and, if anything, she just seemed to be simply annoyed with the inconvience of it all. She actually reminded him a bit of Inara, in that aspect, only with a lot more edge and sarcasm, and not quite the same amount of curves. She didn't seem like the typical civilian ( ... )
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It wouldn’t be fear, or distress, though. Why would anybody be afraid of a little sudden change of scenery? It was anger, over the loss of her abilities. However, she supposed that a good that everybody else had been put through the same limitations.
It would’ve been very bad if she had been the only one in the Organization subjected to such a change. Especially when her (planned) betrayal had become common knowledge among the members…
“A little heads-up before they took me would’ve been nice though. I could’ve used the time to mentally prepare myself for it.”
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