Day 54: Lunch

[full_score]

All things considered, last shift had been pretty low key. After this morning's disaster, though, that was perfectly fine by Claude. Some fresh air and a chance to make sure Guy and Okita were all right weren't things to take for granted. It was also good to have a fairly normal, conversation with Guy that didn't slip off into awkward territory

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[unheroed]

Harvey knew that he needed to start worrying when he came away from a conversation with a guy who thought he was a pirate and had a hook for a hand and didn't feel totally weirded out. He'd become desensitized to just about everything that this place had to offer, at least during the day. Tear gas had been something new, but that was something that could have happened at Gotham, if he was going to be honest with himself. He could see the headline now: "Patient Riot Breaks Out at Arkham, Tear Gas Used to Suppress the IncidentThe soldiers had made them go through that stupid roll call and they were still watching them like hawks, but other than that, things had gone back to normal. Well, except for the Head Doctor, who sounded pretty dismal. Usually the man was manic, swinging back and forth between overly happy during the day and just downright insane at night, so to hear him sounding more depressive was strange

[sasuke_of_sound]

[[IS THIS OKAY ;^;]]A shift spent pacing circles around the Recreation Field, forcing his mind through chronological memories with Gaara, had done plenty to help the sedative wear off. Still, the fuzzy barrier separating the darkness from the audible world left Sasuke depending more heavily on his nurse than he had been since the first days of his blindness, a situation that would have been a pain even if the staff hadn't been thoroughly knocked out of their usual good cheer this morning

[unheroed]

For a short moment, Harvey had allowed himself to entertain the thought that he might actually be able to spend a meal shift on his own. Maybe all the other patients were too busy checking on each other after this morning to want to sit with a random guy who had bandages covering half his face

[sasuke_of_sound]

Sasuke was almost beginning to think that whoever else at the table was going to remain silent for the rest of the meal, and the ridiculous fumble it took to locate his fork made him grateful for it. For all that he was aware that too much time had passed between his last successful venture and any variety of information -- Aidou's words, terse and pointed, clear in his mind -- he had been less than ideally guarded with Gaara already. He was less than confident in the impression he could make on a stranger.

... especially when it was so painfully obvious that he was still throwing off the effects of the sedative. Sasuke gripped his fork and inclined his head slightly, the better to focus hearing on the person's voice.

Not familiar to him.

"Not without a fight," he said, and immediately regretted it -- the immaturity of defending the shame of defeat by civilian military. Even without chakra or sight, it galled more than a bit. "... were you unharmed?"

[unheroed]

The kid responded with that statement as if it somehow made it better. The fact that he'd gotten himself into a pointless fight and then had been forced to see the business end of a needle because of it just made Harvey's opinion of him drop. He knew it wasn't fair to be judging someone when he'd been talking to them for approximately thirty seconds, but he was used to making snap judgments about people

[sasuke_of_sound]

'Could say that'? Sasuke hadn't gotten precise details about what had happened to those left in the cafeteria, but he'd certainly had the impression that it hadn't been pleasant. Which made sense; the way they'd been taken down individually in the hallways had obviously not been working in a crowd when Sasuke had slipped out.

"Were you still in the cafeteria at the end of breakfast?" He frowned, words following thoughts still a touch slower than he'd have liked. It was fading, though, and if he could just get some damn food into his stomach --

... food which he apparently didn't need a fork? Sasuke blinked, confusion stealing into the frown. He was aware they'd had this meal before, but he'd never not used a utensil for it -- bad enough they didn't get chopsticks, but to pick up food this greasy with fingers seemed bizarrely impractical. "Is it typically eaten with the hands?"

[unheroed]

Why was the kid getting stuck on this one question? Did it really matter when that was two shifts ago at this point? Harvey realized that his bandages probably made it hard to tell if he'd been exposed to the gas, but it wasn't like the stranger had been looking at him all that much in the first place

[sasuke_of_sound]

Then not everyone who had left the cafeteria had done so with intention. Or perhaps this one had just given up easily when faced with armed soldiers. They had been trained, without a doubt, given the tightness of formation and fluid response to orders; it was perhaps to be expected that not everyone would attempt to fight off the squads in the halls

[unheroed]

Apparently his word counted for something, since the kid forgot about the fork and started eating with his hands. Sure, it ended up being messier, but it was also a lot easier. Seeing how the staff didn't seem to have a problem with giving them napkins, it wasn't a huge deal either way.

Though... then he had to get asked one of those questions that just made him went to set his head down on the table and pretend that the world didn't exist. Why? Why wouldn't he be familiar with this world? He hated the implication, but he also didn't want to get into an argument about it when he'd been down this road before; it led nowhere.

Jones being from the past was bad enough. The existence of other worlds was just not something he was willing to deal with now or ever. At least it explained why the kid believed he didn't know what fish and chips were.

"Yeah," he said, though his tone had an edge to it that he couldn't hide. "Yeah, I am." He took a sip from his shake, trying not to focus on the food the other patient was eating too much.

[sasuke_of_sound]

There was a response with a sharpness that Sasuke hadn't detected previously in the conversation. A hint of reluctance to engage in a full conversation, maybe -- had the man simply reached the end of his willingness to talk to a stranger? Unusual in Landel's for people to end discussion of topics this easily whether they were enjoying it or not, at least in Sasuke's experience.

Too many of them wanted out at the same time. Competing theories, he could recall from talking with Aidou more than a few times, and the obfuscating nature of the place. Strange for this stranger.

What had Sasuke asked immediately before -- about worlds. Sasuke worked through the potatoes with a frown, ear still turned toward the man, before asking: "You don't sound pleased to be."

Blunt. Had it been less of a nuisance to push away the lingering fog, Sasuke might have phrased it more carefully -- then again, patience ran thin in this place.

[unheroed]

It looked like the kid had it wrong once more, but Harvey didn't really care. If he couldn't figure out the real reason for Harvey's anger, then maybe that was for the best. They didn't need to get into a discussion about how he thought the boy was nuts, since that clearly wasn't going to go anywhere.

"It's not that," he said with a shake of his head. Sure, the world wasn't that great of a place -- he was more aware of that than ever now -- but it wasn't like he wanted to escape it all and go live on some imaginary alien planet. He wasn't the type of person who looked for a way out like that. He'd just changed to fit the world he was a part of, that was all.

"Why do you ask?" he continued instead, even though he wasn't sure he was going to like the answer. This kid had to have asked for a reason, which probably meant he was going to admit to ignorance about something that was a bigger deal than the proper eating method for fish and chips.

Harvey let out a quiet sigh and continued to sip from his shake, bracing himself for it.

[sasuke_of_sound]

It wasn't? The man didn't deny the irritation, though, which meant that Sasuke hadn't been off the mark in his diagnosis of tone. A shinobi is always aware of his environment. Some mix of the Code and Academy lessons, but sometimes Sasuke felt like the absolute basics were the most useful things after all.

The question gave him pause, the remnants of sedation making themselves known again as he traced back through the recent turns of the conversation. It was probably a good thing that it was somewhat less thrilling than last shift's, and even last shift had by and large consisted of providing a run-down of what had happened to someone he hadn't even kept particularly close tabs on. Another shift and he'd be more or less back to normal.

Inasmuch as normal applied. Sasuke answered first to hunger and worked through a handful of the fried potatoes before speaking again. "Not enough of the patients I've met are."

[unheroed]

There came the temptation to correct him again: not enough patients thought they were from here. They'd somehow decided they were from some made-up world with rainbows and unicorns because they couldn't cope with the reality of the real world or something along those lines. It was pretty pathetic, actually, but Harvey didn't need to launch into a rant about that now. Not with a sedated patient who wasn't going to be able to follow along in the first place.

"Maybe if they had been, they would have known that trying to make a fuss when there's trained military around is a terrible idea," Harvey grumbled as he rubbed at his good eye. He took another sip of his shake, already quite certain that this conversation was going nowhere fast.

Still, it seemed that was a lesson that this kid should have learned, too, if he'd gotten drugged. Harvey could have made some sort of judgment, but in the end it wasn't worth the effort to insult a complete stranger.

[sasuke_of_sound]

True that knowing more about the military training in this world might have been useful, but even those Sasuke had met who were from the same place hadn't given any hint that they were anything that a shinobi couldn't handle. And they hadn't been -- but Sasuke was barely a shinobi in this place, and Rock Lee had been defeated by Gaara of the Sand in the end, after all.

Still, the presence of trained forces in the Institute itself unexpected, for all that Sasuke had suspected some species of training going on here. Certainly something worth questioning the next time he had a chance to locate Aidou, for one.

"I intended to isolate one for interrogation, but they were better-trained than I expected for civilian military," Sasuke mused aloud, remembered belatedly that musing aloud was something ill-advised in any place, and finished the rest of the potatoes before remembering to ask: "Are these typical products of military training here?"

[unheroed]

It was starting to get a little weird, the way this kid was talking like he was at least five years old than he looked. No, even a twenty-year-old wouldn't talk that way, Harvey realized; it was just way too stiff and formal. Maybe it was something he consciously did to fit his own image of who he thought he was, not to mention the "world" he came from. Harvey decided to just leave it alone.

He wasn't too shocked to hear that one of the soldiers had been able to give the kid a beatdown with little trouble, but he was tactful enough to keep that thought to himself. After all, if -- by some strange coincidence -- the kid actually was well-trained, Harvey didn't really want to get his ass handed to him by someone a head shorter than him. He wasn't much of a fighter when it came to just your bare hands

[sasuke_of_sound]

Sasuke was still bruised from where one of the soldiers had finally managed to get behind him and smash him in the back of the skull, but it lacked the precision-pain he was accustomed to as a shinobi and pulsed faintly enough to be ignored. It was obvious enough that these people weren't about to avoid hurting them, though it had also been clear that they weren't ready to use anything close to deadly force.

Which meant that using a gas made sense, in the confines of a crowded room, but apparently it was beyond what was expected here in the Institute's daytime charade. Interesting.

"How was it released?" He asked, leaving off his food to focus more on the question at hand now. "Did the soldiers have it with them, or was it Landel's doing?"

If Landel had had it in reserve the whole time -- and Sasuke could remember Sakura's theory about gas in the vents that first night they'd all started hallucinating, short-lived as it had been -- then that meant both the day and the night building had been designed to fend against the patients.