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Day 54: Recreational Field

Jan 29, 2011 15:42

Well, that was the most exhausting lunch Elena had ever experienced. And she didn't get around to eating very much either. Her headache was a least somewhat bearable now, but as the shift ended, she realized how stupid it had been to not get something in her system before the shift ended. But that apparently wasn't in the cards. In fact, just as ( Read more... )

leela, celty, chise, tsubaki, bella, elena gilbert, claire bennet, kinomoto sakura, anise, ilia, tear, yuffie, tomoe, ruby, rapunzel

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hairraising January 29 2011, 20:50:52 UTC

Okay. Okay. Talking with Kairi had helped some. That was good. Rapunzel could breathe a little easier, especially after getting some food in her stomach. That said, "a little easier" was far from being totally relaxed about all this. There were still so many questions buzzing around inside Rapunzel's head that she was feeling the beginnings of an actual headache coming on. Going to and from the board full of notes had answered some of them, but then raised just as many others. So it was common for people to have their gifts taken away here? So that meant there were other people in the world with gifts like hers, some even more a part of who those people were? So those in charge of taking all these gifts were powerful enough to steal even from mechanical men and gods? So gods were real? (Maybe? Rapunzel still raised an eyebrow at that ( ... )

hairraising January 29 2011, 20:51:12 UTC

When that was all done, the women were free to do whatever they wanted on the field, it seemed. Rapunzel was at a loss for what to do. On the one hand, it felt so weird being expected to just... have fun in the midst of all this. At the same time, though... outside, oh my gosh. She couldn't help but be a little excited. Just a little.

To start, at least, Rapunzel wandered in the direction of a small building after her nurse left her. Was that the shed Kairi had mentioned before? The one that held the "baseball bats"? Other nurses were taking various pieces of equipment out of it as she watched, mainly balls of varying colours and sizes. She looked from the shed to the building doors, already starting to plan a way she might be able to get out here after nightfall. Barring any encounters with giant bees, anyway. Gulp.

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madeinthehrl January 29 2011, 22:34:10 UTC

So that was that, then. Out of five girls, LDGC was down to two--maybe three, if they were lucky and Hokuto was just feeling under the weather. And with no idea where Meche and Falis had gone, either ( ... )

hairraising January 30 2011, 07:19:38 UTC

And before she could get very far, another nurse was already approaching her. Rather than usher her to a new place, however, this one was here to give her some more company. The staff here were pretty big on the prisoners making friends, weren't they? At least they were friendly jailers. Sort of.

"Ah, yeah! Yeah, your guess would be right. I'm Rapunzel," she answered, feeling self-conscious with the other girl being so professional with her. Her hands folded awkwardly in front of her. "I've only been here an hour or two so far. This is all still completely overwhelming..." She brushed a lock of hair behind one ear. "Have you been here long?"

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thatdemonbitch January 29 2011, 23:58:00 UTC

Truth be told, the accidental message over the intercom did nothing to soothe Ruby's apprehensions about the institute. Whatever these militarized individuals had given Landel to help him out technologically -- something to dampen those pesky powers, maybe? -- it meant that having them around was way more serious than anyone had been taking things. Score one for the non-rioting crowd for being smart enough to not fuck with that.

Her attention was irrevocably fixated on trying to figure out just how royally screwed they were with the big boss in town. Sure, Landel had gone and made a fool of himself, but something told her that was only going to get 'the General' further up their asses. It was less funny when she had that impending, doom-y feeling that shit was going to roll downhill and bury them for what her brilliant peers and even wiser captor had accomplished ( ... )

autophoenix January 29 2011, 23:58:53 UTC

Claire stared for a long moment, transfixed on the intercom. Were they serious? They were getting holed up in this institute and the mastermind behind it all wasn't even smart enough to realize he'd turned the intercom on? Of course, by the sound of what had accidentally been broadcast, it was safe to assume that Landel wasn't the top of the food chain. Considering they'd named the Institute after the guy, you'd think he'd be a little further up than to get reamed for some rioting and making a total idiot out of himself ( ... )

melodists January 30 2011, 03:11:31 UTC

She kept the lunch conversation to the vault in her mind and threw focus into the present, to the ongoing drama behind and beneath the intercom. What had occurred between the Head Doctor and the silent unnamed individual was easy to figure: an argument and a difference in opinions. From the tone of Dr. Landel's voice, he was likely strained, desperate, and angry. As with Tear and a vocal group of patients, the man had found nothing beneficial in the events at breakfast. In fact, was on the verge of punishment himself.

The details remained anyone's guess, but Tear had an idea. Despite varying worlds and philosophies, she knew military. She knew the single-minded factors that can result in a group dedicated to "defense". The blood that congealed after the first strike ( ... )

fourstonewalls January 30 2011, 03:56:25 UTC

So that was the infamous IRIS. An automated intercom system. That was anticlimactic, after the bits and pieces she'd heard. Clearly, there was more to the story. Time to find someone who'd been here a little longer.

She declined the nurses harried offer to get her coat; she didn't plan on staying on the field longer than necessary. Still, she was shivering when it was over; while she might not have come from an L.A. summer, winter chills were less common than 70-and-sunny in December. She wrapped her arms around her body and tried not to shiver.

Technology here was a mass of contradictions. One step forward and two back, in the most unlikely places, even setting aside the inexplicable. Automated intercom systems that did a remarkably good job. A video store that was wall-to-wall DVDs, in what was ostensibly 2008, but the video games were years older. Like a bad alibi, the closer you looked, the more glaring the inconsistencies became.

Precisely. A bad alibi, or a Global Studios made-for-TV special with more ( ... )