Day 52: Game Room

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Lunch had taken his mind from his worries, if only for a few minutes. But after the intercom sounded and the nurses began leading patients onto the next activity, one look at the bulletin board brought everything back in full force. No replies from Ashton, Dias or Dad. By now Claude felt like he was practically counting down until the end of the

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When Harvey had spotted a young man with some bandages of his own lingering nearby, he hadn't imagined it was the Gavin he was waiting for. It was only as he started to approach that it became clear that was the case. Quickly, Harvey snatched his coin off of the table and then tucked it into the pocket of the sweatpants they were forced to wear so that he could take the other's hand. Gavin was far younger than expected, but that seemed to be the case with a good deal of the attorneys here. The only ones around his age were Gant (who wasn't even a lawyer) and Franziska's father, who he'd only spoken to briefly.

He didn't know if that said anything or if people were just getting through law school and into courtrooms faster these days, but he chose not to mention it. He was more concerned that Gavin would take too much notice of his coin. While it might seem like something innocuous to a normal person, attorneys tended to take note of details like that. Even with that in mind, it probably wouldn't matter much unless they ended up heading out together at night at some point, which didn't seem likely when they were just meeting.

"The same to you," he said with a nod as he pulled his hand back. They were supposed to be comparing notes, and so Harvey quickly gestured to his own journal while he took a closer look at Gavin's bandages. His hand was wrapped up and his arm was in a sling; something severe had attacked him and probably doled out some sort of blunt trauma. That was his guess, at least. Harvey was no expert.

He could have asked what had happened, but then he would almost certainly get the question in return. Not wanting to deal with that, he figured he'd stick strictly to business. "So, this is what I managed to put together from the bulletin board and a short chat with Miss Lana Skye," he said with a gesture to the page the journal was open to, indicating that Gavin could pick it up and look it over if he wished.

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Klavier took the seat next to Dent, already happy with how this was going thus far. Professional courtesy? In this place? My, what an alien experience. He could count the amount of people who'd offered such a thing with one hand. But what made him decide he somewhat liked Dent was the fact that the man was so readily sharing his information with him despite having known him for all of thirty seconds. Unfortunate as it was to say, such a thing didn't occur terribly often here. People here only shared even the most harmless of information with those they trusted only. And as much as Klavier was fine with playing friendly with everyone to get information, this was so much faster. At least someone understood priorities.

He eyed the journal Dent already had open as he sat. Ah, so he organized his notes already, hm? Quick work. Good. Though it was interesting to note he'd collected a portion of this by speaking with the supposed "Chief Prosecutor" of his district. He wondered how valid that made this information. Perhaps he should inform Dent of the woman's little farce? Heh. Let's wait on that until after he'd seen what it was Dent had gathered.

"Ah, I see. Danke. And this," he pulled his own notebook from its place between his elbow and flank on his bad side, "would be what I have." The notebook had a pen in it, working as a placeholder for the exact notes relevant to the conversation. So there was no need to flip through pages. Since Dent had simply offered his notebook, it was only fair Klavier fulfill his end of this little exchange by just as simply placing his book down on the table between them for the other to take.

"Shortly after arriving here, I conducted a small survey to try gauging the similarities within the patient populace. Analyzing the data, it may be possible to profile the people holding us here... or possibly understand what it is that they are looking for.

"Mind you, it is horribly out of date. I conducted this survey about two weeks ago. And I would be optimistic in saying I even managed to get a fourth of the population to respond. A decent enough sampling for my original purpose, but of little use for gauging current circumstances. But if it can be of use?" He gestured as though to say, go ahead. In the meantime, he placed two fingers on Dent's journal and simply slid it closer to him to look over. Let us see what he has managed to find, shall we?

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Glad to see that Gavin was just as quick to hand over his own journal, Harvey took it carefully and opened it to the page marked by the pen. What he saw was a detailed chart full of information, but he didn't start reading it over until he listened to the other prosecutor's information. Harvey had to admit that the man's idea had been pretty ingenious, though the fact that the patients were shuffled around so much also made it almost impossible to keep track of everything. Unless a post was put up every day and people actually bothered to respond to it, there was no way to keep a complete and up-to-date ledger of the patients who were around at any given time.

Still, it was a good starting point, and this would still clue him in to the sort of patients who had been around at the time when Gavin had performed the study, two weeks ago. "Yeah, it'll be of use, thank you," he said with a nod. "And even if it's only a small sampling, it's worth something." It was better than nothing, that was for sure. There was a chance some of the information written down neatly onto the pages was also false, but...

Leaving Klavier to look over his own data (which would probably take much less time), Harvey quickly scanned the chart. He was a little taken aback by how many of the locations were places he'd never heard of (how mental were these people?), and he wasn't even going to touch some of ridiculous ages that he saw listed, but his main concern was the column for "Profession." There were a lot of military people, a lot of students (which made sense when considering the general age range of the patients), and a number of other terms which cropped up that he didn't even know the meaning of. Which wasn't helpful, but it probably also wasn't applicable.

Still, one of the most common professions still seemed to be law enforcement. Harvey couldn't explain why Landel would bring in the people who had the best chance of getting away from him (soldiers, detectives, and attorneys), but he also couldn't explain why there were so many kids running around.

"So, what were the ultimate conclusions that you made from this?" he asked. He didn't really have the time to study it in detail, and copying it over would take too long to be worth it, especially for information that was no longer relevant. "It's very impressive, by the way." Because Harvey wasn't above giving credit where credit was due.