Rita awakened in a cold sweat that morning. What the hell was that all about!? It had to be a trick, like the moving shadows from the other night... It just couldn't be real
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As he'd expected, when the Doctor awoke in the morning, his injuries from last night were freshly bandaged. The bandaging somehow didn't seem quite as neat as before, but it was still better than the rushed job that had been applied last night
( ... )
Oh, good. The institute could reach them all the way out there. Not that Carter was exactly happy to be back at Landel's, but it would have been awkward if day came and they were stuck having to walk all the way back down the mountain again. Frank had been pretty badly burned, too, and without the magical healing science of the Institute to make him all better it would have gotten infected long before they reached town
( ... )
The Doctor had glanced over when a man he didn't recognize sat in the seat beside him, but he didn't pay much mind until he realized he was being asked a question. What card was he...?
Oh! The realization that they'd been handed the bit of plastic along with the usual coupons and bag was belated, and the Doctor took a quick look at his own: it had what was most likely a magnetic strip on it, along with a picture of himself and the name 'John Smith' printed on it.
"It looks like a credit card," he commented. "Well, I say 'credit card'... More like a credit card and ID, actually, or else it wouldn't have the photo. You heard what was said about a spending allowance, didn't you?"
The man had asked what the card did, though, so maybe he was from a time or place which didn't have anything similar. Best then to give a brief overview of its purpose... "The card should be for that, so you'll use it in town to make your purchases."
Carter flipped the card over and looked at his own photo. "So I show them the card and they give me ten dollars worth of whatever I want? That's a funny way of doing things. How do they make sure we don't just use it at every store in town?"
It was a little odd to see 'Harold Fuhrmann' underneath a picture he didn't remember anyone taking. He'd carried plenty of forged papers (his usual set was 'Corporal Hans Wagner') but never one that looked so official and shiny. Carter's free hand idly toyed with his dog tags, running his thumb over the raised lettering. At least the military men didn't treat them like they were patients instead of prisoners, but he'd have liked to at least have his name back.
“Hey wait!” Rose objected as the soldier escorting her dragged her out of the corridor and towards a door that led outside. Outside into sunlight. Oh no, this was so not a good idea
( ... )
Berg, as Aguilar’s Lieutenant General had identified himself as, spent as much time as his superiors emphasizing standards and priorities. During his intercom announcement, he’d implied Doyleton was a break from their usual activities, but what precisely were those? The “activities” that went on during the day, or the “activities” that went on at night? Yomi wasn’t certain what was so sufficient about them that she had to blackout in the middle of a spectre’s territory with Aguilar’s thin praises being the last words she heard
( ... )
Rose looked up quickly, startled out of her surprise and instantly going on alert - a habit of centuries that she'd never had time to break. Spotting the young woman leaning over the back of the seat, Rose blinked for a moment, processing the question a moment later, and her lips curved into a somewhat crooked smile, still marveling over her ring.
"You could say that," she answered, a hint of an accent to her voice. Here finally was someone who looked like they knew how to talk, which was just what she needed. "Can you... tell me what's going on here?" Rose asked, choosing her words carefully so she wouldn't show too much ignorance. Wherever Damon had taken her, whatever had been done to stop the curse, it wasn't something she could start babbling about to a complete stranger, but that didn't change the fact that Rose felt completely in the dark about what had happened after her bout of bloodlust.
Poised at ease by the seat, she rested her forearm where her hand had been, leaning her weight further in. The question might as well have been a cry for help; it instantly made Yomi think this one couldn’t have been in residence as long as the other male Yomi had met some days ago. The military’s overhauls were new for everyone, but prisoners who had adapted to the routine had no need to ask each other what they couldn’t answer. New enough, then, that Yomi hadn’t noticed her before, and that she wanted explanations from the first person who could give them.
Ironically, Yomi seemed to be that person. She could indeed tell, yet Yomi had failed to get the notification that this was supposed to be her duty. A Category A giving tours to every creature that asked? It felt as whimsical as supernaturals with English accents. Then again, Mei had worn her masks until the very last moment. A part of Yomi suspected Category As liked to pretend they were more human than they were at times
( ... )
.... What was with that announcement? 'Paid for,' like they were working for them? Like every move they made to their own ends actually had the opposite effect. The thought made him frown. There was an arrogance to the assertion was seriously irritating, but at the same time, if he were to think about it, it wasn't unfounded. It made perfect sense. If it was really going to hurt their cause, they wouldn't let anyone out at night, would they? In fact, they'd even said as much themselves. 'Rats in a maze,' was it
( ... )
Franziska woke up groggy and while the sensation itself was familiar enough, so was the realization that she hadn't reached her goal for the night. As she woke, her memory dragged back fragments of the final intercom announcement. Five sessions, three groups, paying for their uniforms? The prosecutor sat up, touching her forehead as she scowled at the thought of it all. So was that their aim? How typical of the military to see everything in terms of gains and profits. There was no justice in what they were doing and she was certain it broke some sort of law somewhere.
After being shoved into unpleasant clothing and given the usual Doyleton fare (it was surprising they were being allowed to go at all, to be truthful), Franziska boarded a bus and tried to pull her winter coat a little closer to her. The large white coat hid the embarrassingly pink cardigan even if it did little to cover up the gray slacks or beige turtleneck poking out at the neck. She couldn't let anyone see her wearing pink. It wasn't her color. She was a
( ... )
It was true that they'd only met once, but Battler recognized who was talking to him before he even turned to face her. The voice, the tone, that condescending way of using his full name... Yeah, that could only be one person. He laughed weakly to himself at what Franziska was saying. Scattered...? That was ... certainly one way of putting it. More like he'd been completely out of his head for no discernible reason. It still made him a little uneasy just thinking about it, but at least it was gone, and he had a better idea of what was actually going on. Maybe with that, things could go better this time, and he could reverse whatever weird impression he'd given because of what had happened. It .... couldn't be a good one, when even he couldn't understand the way he'd been acting
( ... )
Unstable was one way of putting it, was what she wanted to say, but Franziska held her tongue. She knew it wasn't his fault he'd been certifiable that night, nor was it his fault that the Institute brainwashed him into forgetting his time here before. At the time, Franziska had thought all of his excuses were lame ways to cover up his memory failure, but the longer he kept to the apologetic routine, the more Franziska realized she was probably being a bit overly harsh toward him
( ... )
...Was this really happening right now? First, Stefan wasn't there when she woke up, which she knew was only because this place was horrible and automatically made Elena's mood drop tremendously. Even if the night before had been... Well. Ahem. Anyway.
She heard the announcement that morning loud and clear, but it seemed completely bizarre for the institution to be letting them go on a field trip of sorts. And not just some time away from the hospital, but in normal clothes? With money? It had to be a set up. Despite the fact that a number of the patients seemed to be going along with all of this like it was normal, she was very much convinced that this could only end badly.
At least she wasn't stuck wearing her uniform for this adventure back into the real world, instead finding a familiar outfit from home in her closet. Again though, it only felt too good to be true
( ... )
Bella really wasn't all that excited to wake up the next morning. After all, the last thing she remembered before waking up in her bed to the annoying announcement was Edward touching her bare stomach
( ... )
Elena was a little shocked to be approached, but only because she wasn't exactly paying attention to anyone that might have tried approaching her. Her flustered expression only lasted a second though, quick to smile back and shaking her head at the question.
"Um, yeah. I mean, yes. I'm fine. A little confused?" A little as in 'a lot', but she didn't want to come off completely helpless. She took a breath, eventually shifting in her seat in an attempt to seem less needy. Because yeah, sitting with your face practically pressed against the glass probably came off very needy
( ... )
"Oh, don't worry about it," Bella told the girl with a shrug of her shoulders and a small smile. "Trust me, I understand the confusion. I mean, how can you not be confused about waking up in some horrific Silent Hill like insane asylum?"
When Elena introduced herself, she smiled one of her real smiles and sat down next to her, nodding her head. "I do, thanks. I don't see anyone I know on this bus either. But ... that's okay. Yay for independence and whatnot." That sounded better in her head, honestly. "It's nice to meet you, Elena. I'm Bella. I don't think I've seen you around before. Or ... maybe I have, and I just didn't realize it. This place kind of messes with me sometimes," Especially when I'm busy looking for a certain vampire, but I digress.
So, Elena blabbered too when she was nervous? They were more similar than she had thought. ... Actually, looking at her now, they both had similar appearances. Same brown hair and eyes, even somewhat close to normal looking clothing. Huh. A nice change.And to make things better, she wasn
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When General Aguilar's voice had come on just as Sora had been heading up the stairs with Kairi and Roxas, his only thought had been that it wasn't fair. As hard as he tried to make progress at night, it always felt way too short. And more than that, it seemed to be worst when he was with his closest friends. He didn't know what was causing it or if the institute was trying to tell him something, but...
It meant that when Sora sat up in his bed, he was kind of annoyed with himself. He knew he couldn't do much to change the flow of time in this place, but all he'd accomplished the night before was finding out that the medical wing was still closed, but might be opening "soon." Who knew what that meant
( ... )
For what it was worth, Neku hadn't actually intended to take Sora's advice and have a night off. No one else here was taking time off. It wasn't going to get them out of here any sooner if he was slacking, but he'd felt so oddly tired and out of sorts half the day before that he could hardly even remember much past lunch, let alone the rest of the day. And when he did wake up, back in his room, he could hardly say his outlook had improved.
They gave him some clothing to wear that was thankfully not that stupid uniform, even if it was just as bland. A long-sleeved blue shirt with a white (or maybe it used to be white) horizontal stripe across the chest and sleeves, a pair of fitted jeans, and a coat that was something between dirt and navy blue. No headphones again, but they gave him a pair of black earmuffs. Too bad he didn't have a set of earbuds he could plug in or something
( ... )
Even though Sora's thoughts had often drifted to his injured club members last night, he hadn't quite expected to see one of them so soon. So when he saw Neku of all people approaching him, he sat up in his seat, his bag of food instantly forgotten. He almost stood up to greet him, but he got the feeling that the staff wouldn't appreciate that
( ... )
And sure enough, it was the first thing Sora mentioned. He knew it was mostly because he was worried, but it was hard to get used to that kind of behavior. Neku gave a shrug as he sifted through his paper bag breakfast, "someone must have. I don't remember going to sleep, but last I was awake was just after lunch yesterday."
Talking to Peter had helped though, and even if he couldn't find everyone and apologize like Zack said, things always dulled with time. As long as that creepy guy didn't try to talk to him again. Even with no powers at all (as far as he could tell), the guy was pretty frightening. Didn't help that there were probably others that were pissed off at him and he had a headache starting and it was only first thing in the morning.
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Oh! The realization that they'd been handed the bit of plastic along with the usual coupons and bag was belated, and the Doctor took a quick look at his own: it had what was most likely a magnetic strip on it, along with a picture of himself and the name 'John Smith' printed on it.
"It looks like a credit card," he commented. "Well, I say 'credit card'... More like a credit card and ID, actually, or else it wouldn't have the photo. You heard what was said about a spending allowance, didn't you?"
The man had asked what the card did, though, so maybe he was from a time or place which didn't have anything similar. Best then to give a brief overview of its purpose... "The card should be for that, so you'll use it in town to make your purchases."
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It was a little odd to see 'Harold Fuhrmann' underneath a picture he didn't remember anyone taking. He'd carried plenty of forged papers (his usual set was 'Corporal Hans Wagner') but never one that looked so official and shiny. Carter's free hand idly toyed with his dog tags, running his thumb over the raised lettering. At least the military men didn't treat them like they were patients instead of prisoners, but he'd have liked to at least have his name back.
Fuhrmann. Did it really need to be German?
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"You could say that," she answered, a hint of an accent to her voice. Here finally was someone who looked like they knew how to talk, which was just what she needed. "Can you... tell me what's going on here?" Rose asked, choosing her words carefully so she wouldn't show too much ignorance. Wherever Damon had taken her, whatever had been done to stop the curse, it wasn't something she could start babbling about to a complete stranger, but that didn't change the fact that Rose felt completely in the dark about what had happened after her bout of bloodlust.
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Ironically, Yomi seemed to be that person. She could indeed tell, yet Yomi had failed to get the notification that this was supposed to be her duty. A Category A giving tours to every creature that asked? It felt as whimsical as supernaturals with English accents. Then again, Mei had worn her masks until the very last moment. A part of Yomi suspected Category As liked to pretend they were more human than they were at times ( ... )
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After being shoved into unpleasant clothing and given the usual Doyleton fare (it was surprising they were being allowed to go at all, to be truthful), Franziska boarded a bus and tried to pull her winter coat a little closer to her. The large white coat hid the embarrassingly pink cardigan even if it did little to cover up the gray slacks or beige turtleneck poking out at the neck. She couldn't let anyone see her wearing pink. It wasn't her color. She was a ( ... )
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She heard the announcement that morning loud and clear, but it seemed completely bizarre for the institution to be letting them go on a field trip of sorts. And not just some time away from the hospital, but in normal clothes? With money? It had to be a set up. Despite the fact that a number of the patients seemed to be going along with all of this like it was normal, she was very much convinced that this could only end badly.
At least she wasn't stuck wearing her uniform for this adventure back into the real world, instead finding a familiar outfit from home in her closet. Again though, it only felt too good to be true ( ... )
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"Um, yeah. I mean, yes. I'm fine. A little confused?" A little as in 'a lot', but she didn't want to come off completely helpless. She took a breath, eventually shifting in her seat in an attempt to seem less needy. Because yeah, sitting with your face practically pressed against the glass probably came off very needy ( ... )
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When Elena introduced herself, she smiled one of her real smiles and sat down next to her, nodding her head. "I do, thanks. I don't see anyone I know on this bus either. But ... that's okay. Yay for independence and whatnot." That sounded better in her head, honestly. "It's nice to meet you, Elena. I'm Bella. I don't think I've seen you around before. Or ... maybe I have, and I just didn't realize it. This place kind of messes with me sometimes," Especially when I'm busy looking for a certain vampire, but I digress.
So, Elena blabbered too when she was nervous? They were more similar than she had thought. ... Actually, looking at her now, they both had similar appearances. Same brown hair and eyes, even somewhat close to normal looking clothing. Huh. A nice change.And to make things better, she wasn ( ... )
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It meant that when Sora sat up in his bed, he was kind of annoyed with himself. He knew he couldn't do much to change the flow of time in this place, but all he'd accomplished the night before was finding out that the medical wing was still closed, but might be opening "soon." Who knew what that meant ( ... )
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They gave him some clothing to wear that was thankfully not that stupid uniform, even if it was just as bland. A long-sleeved blue shirt with a white (or maybe it used to be white) horizontal stripe across the chest and sleeves, a pair of fitted jeans, and a coat that was something between dirt and navy blue. No headphones again, but they gave him a pair of black earmuffs. Too bad he didn't have a set of earbuds he could plug in or something ( ... )
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Talking to Peter had helped though, and even if he couldn't find everyone and apologize like Zack said, things always dulled with time. As long as that creepy guy didn't try to talk to him again. Even with no powers at all (as far as he could tell), the guy was pretty frightening. Didn't help that there were probably others that were pissed off at him and he had a headache starting and it was only first thing in the morning.
"What about you? How's the club stuff going?"
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