Night 56: File Room 1

[madeinthehrl]

[Teleporting in from here]The room was as small and dark as Soma remembered it being, with no indication that anyone had been here previously. No clues as to where they were, either, though now that she thought about it, she remembered several rooms on her maps indicating that they might contain files

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[mugenreppa]

"Yeah." Just as disorienting as the last time she'd traveled this way, but at least this time she'd held on firmly to Soma's arm so she didn't trip. File cabinets filled her line of vision when she flicked on her flashlight, which meant...they weren't in the cafeteria. Well, obviously. Maybe each of the rings led different places.

"What do you think the letters are for?" she asked as she stepped up to one of the cabinets and pulled out a drawer. Soma had brought up stuff that might be on the papers; should she search under 'C' for 'confidential information'? "They don't need that many categories, do they?"

On second thought, it reminded her of the place she and Scarecrow had found, with all the stuff from fake lives in it. Remembering the message on the ceiling of that room, Mele looked up, aiming her flashlight up a second later so she could see. Nothing there. But... Why would this place use the same categorization scheme? "Names, do you think?"

[madeinthehrl]

"I'm not sure." Soma went over the room more thoroughly this time, checking the shadows. Neither she nor Marie could detect anything at the moment, which probably meant they were safe.

Mele's suggestion had merit, though, and she headed to the nearest cabinet, jiggling the handle experimentally. Locked. Of course. Well, that wouldn't stop her. Soma stepped back and slammed the butt of her flashlight methodically against the drawer, only stopping when the lock finally shattered. She set the battered flashlight down on top of the cabinet and pulled the drawer open, rifling through the packed documents inside.

"Names," she confirmed, pulling out a file and showing it to Mele: Franklin, Marie. "I don't recognize these, but it stands to reason they aren't people's real names. They might be patients--maybe ours are even here."

[mugenreppa]

Great. Why would the place even need two places for that kind of thing?! Why store them in completely different places

[madeinthehrl]

Soma dropped the file she'd been holding back into the cabinet and headed further down the line of cabinets, breaking open the M drawer without preamble. If there was information in there about her false life here, she wanted it. It wasn't as exciting as uncovering the Institute's plans, but at the very least, it would help her get through therapy sessions more easily. The memories of her life as Maria were as faded now as they had been clear a week ago, as if simply being Soma had begun to erase them from her mind.

There was a faint rustle of papers from Mele's side of the room, but Soma didn't comment on it--she'd probably found her own file. Marsh, Courtney. Maya, Chelsea. McAvoy, Jane--Medvedeva, Maria. She pulled it out and flipped open the folder, frowning a little at the photograph of the tired-looking girl staring out at her.

"Nothing much," she said in response to Mele's question. "It might be useful, though. Therapy and visitor sessions seem to go by faster when you act like you know what you're talking about."