Day 56: Intercom, Late Evening

[damned_intercom]

Despite the rough start and the heavier snowfall, the buses managed to stay on route and on schedule. With minutes to spare, they arrived at the gates of Landel's Institute, back to the waiting arms of the military. All pretenses seemed to drop at this point, and the soldiers again took on their patented gruff exteriors. Patients were filed out of

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[emotionl4arobot]

Brainiac 5 stopped as he opened the door to his room just in time to see Peter slam the drawer shut in his desk as though he were particularly upset about something, and a flutter of uncertainty started in his stomach. When they'd spoken earlier that day, Peter had seemed happy enough. Aside from the initial problem that they'd first discussed, his friend had been relaxed and happy to spend time with him. He wondered what had changed that

[emotionl4arobot]

He blinked, surprised by the apology, and shook his head immediately. "It's not your fault, Peter. You have ever reason to be worried about... other people you know disappearing. You wouldn't expect me to apologise if I were equally affected by the same."

A little more understanding of Peter's mood now, Brainiac 5 sat down at his desk, pulling the bowl of gruel towards him and eyeing it dubiously. He'd eaten a little today already, but he knew it hasn't been as much as he really should have and this... substance was going to be the staple for the next few days as well. He would have to get used to it sooner or later.

He dipped his spoon into it, lifting the implement to his lips and sipping at it while trying not to allow his instinctive dislike to make him reject the substance. He didn't have the room for being picking here.

Swallowing the mouthful with only minor difficulty, he glanced side-long at Peter again. "Did you... want to talk about them?"

M35

[mirthfulness]

There was his horn!Once Gamzee had been let back into his room he found some of his things returned to him, like his other clothes and, most importantly, the bicycle horn he'd bought that afternoon. It wasn't technically a clown horn, as they hadn't had any of those in any quality he considered worth buying, but it was as good as it was going to get. It made the appropriate honking sound, and that was as much as he could ask for

F22

[loyalrose]

Finding herself escorted back to her room by the same not-so-talkative bull of a woman guard, Rose didn't bother pestering her for answers. From the look she got the one time she opened her mouth, she was pretty sure it wasn't going to do her any good. So she kept her mouth shut, memorizing the path she was escorted on, taking a more active interest in the building they were being held at. If everything she'd heard was true - and she'd gotten the same story from enough people today to believe them - she was going to need to me infinitely familiar with her surroundings in the near future

[selfnighted]

"-Hello!" Maya said, after a moment's pause at the door. A longer pause and she'd be pushed in, she'd imagine, so she stepped inside. A brief glance backward as the soldier closed the door confirmed that they'd resumed their duties as military personnel, though there had been no reason to suspect they wouldn't.

At least she had her tiny violin back. Though the idea that the asylum found the patients so potentially threatening that something as tiny as this little toy had been confiscated was laughable, she had resented it all the same.

But enough lingering on that. She could play with her violin later. "A pleasure to meet you," she said as she walked to her desk. "You haven't seen a girl in here by any chance? Blue hair, energetic? Taken away by soldiers, perhaps?"

[loyalrose]

Rose blinked in surprise when another woman was escorted into the room without any explanation. Well. That explained the second bed, didn't it? She sat up, offering the woman a friendly smile and shrugged.

"Hello," she greeted back, tilting her head to the side as she studied the woman inquisitively. "No, I haven't seen anyone else here besides you and the guard who brought me in," she added, her tone apologetic. "Should I have?" She was pretty sure she would have noticed someone with blue hair.

"I'm Rose, by the way. New here, just to get that out of the way. I haven't seen many people yet." Luckily she'd known a few that she had seen, for all the good it did her when they didn't know her back. As for the strangers she'd encountered, it seemed to be hit or miss when it came to people willing to talk or those who'd prefer to snarl and snap at her.

[selfnighted]

Senna had mentioned that several of her friends had disappeared. Taken together with Maya's conversation with Gren this morning and Maya's inability to find Senna in the town, it was looking likely that Senna had gone missing as early as last night.

"It's okay," she answered, distracted, as she took a seat. "Simply clearing up a little mystery." Now where had Gren said he'd been taken? She'd neglected to ask. Quite the egregious misstep-but then, she hadn't wanted to provoke Gren into feeling worse, either. Had that been a mistake? She knew not

M30

[toxicspiderman]

After the obligatory frisking, S.T. leaned his head up against a window

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[hat_einen_vogel]

Going to town had been pretty cool, but coming back from it only served to highlight the fact that they were being held captive-or something. Prussia still wasn't sure exactly what the military that had moved in was really trying to accomplish-even if he did like them better than the pushy nurses-but the fact that everyone here was being held against their collective will was still obvious

Re: M30

[toxicspiderman]

"Three miniature cyborg T-Rexes."  Miniature in dino-scale, which was pretty fucking badass in human terms.  "Maybe Deinonychus."  He wasn't sure if that was the right taxonomy.  He might have just insinuated they'd nearly been eviscerated by Cretaceous-era minnows.  Every eight year old boy had favorite dinosaurs.  He'd been no different, digging in the back yard for bones, pretending he was in outer Mongolia in the winter, Utah in the summer.    Sangamon had just ended up more interested in the dirt than the payload

M25

[quarter_english]

L was pleased to find that he had returned to the room before his roommate. Orihara was still an unknown quantity, and thanks to Aguilar's procedures, some of the supplies that L had collected would be left out in the open. He'd had reasons for choosing to lock certain items in his desk drawer; he didn't appreciate them being moved to a location that other patients could access. From a certain point of view, it struck him as ironic that Aguilar seemed so obsessed with security when he was interfering with L's own attempts to maintain it. No... not security, he corrected himself. His aims are more likely to be discipline and control. At any rate, he cares only about his own security, and that of his men, his goals, not the ability of his prisoners to keep secrets amongst themselves.When he'd understood, the night before, that the serial number assigned to him was alphanumeric code for his real name, he'd been hit by a wave of nauseated horror. He'd covered it as well as he could. Putting him in a dangerous situation, cut off from all

Sorry for the wait!

[predictator]

By the time Izaya reached his shared room after being escorted from the bus, Ryuuzaki had already arrived. In addition, the same box that had awaited him yesterday sat on his desk once more, next to what was supposed to be dinner