If the others realized that he read every note on the bulletin board to see if he could glean information off of them, would they let their notes be so open and obvious? After leaving his friends, Riku asked his nurse if he could watch the movie. She pointed out that he already spent time in the Sun Room, but he insisted on it. "I really like this movie," he said, and he even managed a smile
( ... )
He hadn't heard that, he simply hadn't. Xemnas couldn't be here -
- don't you want him to be? -
he couldn't have possibly followed Roxas to this world (and he still had no idea what world it was, or why he was here, or how he'd even gotten here, or how he could have possibly been here before and never recognized anything, or why the Keyblade was only half-working and he couldn't touch his element at all and -
it was way too much for one Nobody to deal with, especially one who had never lived his own life before. Decisions were always his to make now, and sometimes he didn't know what to do... or even what his options were. Living off of his orders had been easy only in the way that Roxas had always known what to do; when he'd left, it had been similar: find Sora and destroy Xemnas. And don't let anything get in the way.
Well, he'd failed one of those and succeeded in the other, and he still wasn't any closer to knowing what he should do.
The movie - whatever that was - would be a nice distraction, he decided, because whatever it
( ... )
"Yeah," came back his clipped answer as he leaned over to put his elbows on his knees, propping his head up and staring straight ahead to the screen. He must have come into the room a little late, because Roxas had no idea what was supposed to be happening in this movie. Jungle and... a blonde woman. Not a lot to go on.
There was a lot of talking, too, but he was going to concentrate on it. Anything was better to talking to this guy. Roxas was pretty easy going for the most part, but he hadn't exactly gotten on the Nobody's good side, stopping him from finding Xemnas and Sora.
He'd found the latter and nothing had even happened. Now, for Number I.
Though Roxas didn't know why the other was trying to talk to him (and despite the fact that he agreed with the comment), he grumbled, "I like it."
Brunch had been pretty quiet, which was probably for the best considering how his day had started. Between trying to deal with what had happened to Claude and all the concern that came with it, not to mention puzzling through what had happened to his friends last night -- well, it had been nice to have some time where he could just have a normal conversation
( ... )
King Kong, after all. While she could not confess that as her choice, she would if little pressed admit an interest in the entire film phenomenon--and how they managed to tame a giant ape so well that he would perform. After subjecting him to such treatment, she did hope that no true harm had fallen the creature
( ... )
It took some tinkering from the staff, but eventually the movie had started, and from then on Guy had been glued to the edge of his seat. Even if the moving images had no color and were somewhat fuzzy, the fact that there were people walking and talking on a screen, as some sort of conveyance, was truly remarkable. Was this what Claude had meant when he'd talked about "holograms?" He would have to ask at some point when his friend wasn't still recovering from a traumatizing event.
It was due to being so fascinated by the movie that Guy didn't see Natalia approaching. He was only broken out of his trance when he heard his name being called in her voice, one which he hadn't heard in far too long. That was easily enough to draw his attention away from King Kong, and the servant immediately straightened in his seat as his head snapped up to watch the approaching princess
( ... )
Her call had warranted shushing from a few nurses; Natalia only just realized the sound was directed at her, and followed that with a second, more inclusive look at the room. The movie had started; if she cast it more than a cursory glance, even she, far from the mechanical enthusiast that was Guy, might have found herself ensnared. Guy more than took precedence; ignoring everything else, she took the seat as gestured, with the necessary distance between them.
It was an equally surreal experience to see Guy dressed as a patient; he may have been a servant (no, not anymore, a noble of Malkuth), but he dressed far better than this. These bland, sagging clothes were a far cry from any sort of attire in Auldrant, perhaps comparable to what the replicas had worn. That comparison, not her first time making it, twisted her stomach
( ... )
It was hard to know whether or not talking to Leonard was even worth his time, since it wasn't as if he could make an impression on the man besides what he chose to write down about him. On the other hand, the guy was clearly very focused on his own notes, so maybe it did make some sort of impact in the end. Granted, the guy didn't amount to much more than a way to pass the time unless they ended up working together, but that was something he'd have to consider for later.
There was also the fact that they shared more than a few things in common, but that wasn't necessarily a good reason to keep talking to the man, especially if each conversation was going to be a repeat of the one before it.
Well, he'd play it by ear. As the man walked into the Sun Room, he saw that they were setting up a projector to play... King Kong, right? He wasn't sure why the patients had voted for that one, but it wasn't like he'd bothered to vote in the first place. When it came down to it, this was really his best option for where to spend the shift. The
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Ratchet wasn't too enthusiastic about any of his choices for the day. He doubted a human library would hold anything of interest to him, and the less said about 'arts and crafts' the better. That sort of thing was better left to Bulkhead. The 'movie' didn't sound terribly interesting, either, but sitting in a dark room for a couple megacycles was as good as anything.
Wondering if the nurses would let him leave if he got too bored, he settled himself down in a chair and waited. He hadn't noticed the man to the left of him; when he did he made to get up and move, until he considered that he'd have no one to complain at if the human entertainment was stupid. And the chances of that were pretty high.
"So what's this supposed to be, anyway?" he asked. Ratchet was normally too large to fit through the doors of a theater, and Cybertron didn't have a direct equivalent to this sort of thing. From the look of the screen, he suspected it was something like their television, but they'd called it something different for some reason.
It was no surprise that most of the patients were eager to crowd into the Sun Room for the movie despite the fact that there were other options for where they could go, seeing how it was something new -- even though most people his age must have seen this movie (or its remake) a few times already.
But on the other hand, people here never failed to baffle him. When a burly guy suddenly took a seat next to him and stared at the movie, which was starting up, as if it was foreign to him, Harvey wished he could just place his head in his hands and leave it at that.
On the other hand, he was no idiot. The stranger looked like he could decimate the other half of his face if he was given good reason to, and the darkness of the room made it likely that the nurses wouldn't notice a brawl until some damage had already been done. It was better to just play nice, as much as Harvey hated doing that these days.
He still let out a sigh, though. He was allowed to be mildly annoyed. "You've never seen King Kong?" he asked.
Ratchet was generally a sufferer of annoyance, not a cause of it. He didn't take the sudden role reversal gracefully. "No," he snapped, "I haven't, as a matter of fact. It might surprise you to learn that Earth isn't the center of the slagging universe."
Whatever it was, the 'movie' looked somewhat like television. In principle, anyway. So far it looked somewhat crude even by human standards. "Is it supposed to be monochrome?"
King Kong. Indy wasn't particularly interested in the film itself (he'd already seen it), but it'd been the only one on the list he'd recognized. After last night, he had the urge to feel closer to his own time again, even if only for an hour or two. Maybe more importantly, a movie might keep his mind off the upcoming visitor shift, over which he was still privately sweating bullets. There was still a chance that Dad could show up. Indy hadn't even begun to think about what the hell they'd say if he did. He could feel the two photos getting crumpled around the edges in his pocket
( ... )
A morning of retrospection, and Lunge was still wrapping his head around the previous night. The doors had been modified, they'd been left wandering from the Institute to Doyleton in a single step, all at the whim of the Head Doctor. He supposed he'd been tempting fate when he wondered just how far the man's power extended. But even with the randomisation of pathways, there was still the wildcard to consider- L's office building.
It had been convincing. Very, very convincing. He'd seen the way L's face changed when they'd entered; it took more than cut-rate illusion to trick a man into a prison cell and call it his home (which was food for thought in itself, even if it lended itself to one of his more outlandish ideas: how did he manage to construct such perfect replicas?) But even so, the illusion had been so short-lived that it might never have been at all- and worse still, it had allowed them an advantage. Judging by the posts on the bulletin board (carefully worded enough for the nurses, perhaps, but no amount of innuendo would
( ... )
The door was in the corner of Indy's vision, so he saw Lunge enter and make a beeline toward him well before he heard the greeting. Just the man he'd been looking for; convenient. He wondered if Dent had mentioned that he wanted to know more about what had happened during the memory experiment, or if Lunge, like Ryuuzaki, had his own reasons for striking up a conversation with him.
"Inspector Lunge," he greeted in kind. "No, go ahead. You're just in time for the afternoon's cinematic offering." He shifted toward one arm of the couch to give the other man some more room. They had more important things to discuss than the merits of a film about a giant ape and a screaming woman (Indy's autobiography, Marion would have said smartly), but luckily everyone else in the room was also more invested in talking than in paying attention as the screen flickered on. Same as in the chapel this morning, Indy thought. Did anyone ever pay attention to the structured "activities" here
( ... )
The corner of Lunge's mouth twitched and he glanced towards the projector screen as Jones mentioned the afternoon's film. There was some sort of irony in there, he was sure of it- but looking for significance in the film choices was perhaps reaching, even for him. Still, it was hard to miss that none of the choices had been from before the 1970s. Perhaps an attempt to induce a feeling of cultural as well as physical isolation, given that many of the patients here claimed to be from some sort of distant past or future
( ... )
Well, where ever Elle was now, it was better than the room she woke up in. Pretty much anything was better than that sterile, whitewashed crap. The nurse directed her towards one of the several chairs lined up in anticipation of the movie, then left Elle to her own devices.
Thank god.
All the lies she'd spewed to the nurse were, well, just that. She'd never even seen King Kong before. She knew enough via other things she'd managed to sneak seeing during her sheltered Company life to get all the references, but it had never been on her must-watch list. And to be honest, it wasn't on there now, either. Not when she had important research to do. After a quick scan around the room, she turned in her chair, knees on the seat, to see if there was anyone behind her she could annoy for information about where the hell she was.
It had been a nice brunch with pleasant conversation, but even that had to come to an end eventually. Unfortunately so, because such normal talk was so hard to get around this place; either bad things were happening, the other person was just weird, or perhaps some combination of the both. Needless to say Yukari had her fair share of it all, so the day thus far had been rather refreshing
( ... )
"An escape route?" Elle quipped at this intriguing new person, turning back to sit in her chair like a normal person. Legs crossed, hands placed on her lap, as unassuming as she could possibly be. Which... wasn't very, actually. For all the acting skills she'd acquired during her agent training, she didn't work very well in high stress situations.
"How long have you been in?" It felt enough like a slammer, might as well start treating it like one, Elle figured.
"An esca--?" Oh. Well, that explained it. She was new, huh? With an internal grimace, Yukari took a seat in the chair next to the other girl's; it was time for explanations, it seemed, and although Yukari hated to be the bearer of bad news, there wasn't any use walking off on her, either. Someone had to do it for her benefit.
"Longer than I'd like to admit," Yukari responded with distaste, leaning back into the chair. "I'll take a guess and say you haven't been awake for very long, right?"
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- don't you want him to be? -
he couldn't have possibly followed Roxas to this world (and he still had no idea what world it was, or why he was here, or how he'd even gotten here, or how he could have possibly been here before and never recognized anything, or why the Keyblade was only half-working and he couldn't touch his element at all and -
it was way too much for one Nobody to deal with, especially one who had never lived his own life before. Decisions were always his to make now, and sometimes he didn't know what to do... or even what his options were. Living off of his orders had been easy only in the way that Roxas had always known what to do; when he'd left, it had been similar: find Sora and destroy Xemnas. And don't let anything get in the way.
Well, he'd failed one of those and succeeded in the other, and he still wasn't any closer to knowing what he should do.
The movie - whatever that was - would be a nice distraction, he decided, because whatever it ( ... )
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"Yeah," came back his clipped answer as he leaned over to put his elbows on his knees, propping his head up and staring straight ahead to the screen. He must have come into the room a little late, because Roxas had no idea what was supposed to be happening in this movie. Jungle and... a blonde woman. Not a lot to go on.
There was a lot of talking, too, but he was going to concentrate on it. Anything was better to talking to this guy. Roxas was pretty easy going for the most part, but he hadn't exactly gotten on the Nobody's good side, stopping him from finding Xemnas and Sora.
He'd found the latter and nothing had even happened. Now, for Number I.
Though Roxas didn't know why the other was trying to talk to him (and despite the fact that he agreed with the comment), he grumbled, "I like it."
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King Kong, after all. While she could not confess that as her choice, she would if little pressed admit an interest in the entire film phenomenon--and how they managed to tame a giant ape so well that he would perform. After subjecting him to such treatment, she did hope that no true harm had fallen the creature ( ... )
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It was due to being so fascinated by the movie that Guy didn't see Natalia approaching. He was only broken out of his trance when he heard his name being called in her voice, one which he hadn't heard in far too long. That was easily enough to draw his attention away from King Kong, and the servant immediately straightened in his seat as his head snapped up to watch the approaching princess ( ... )
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It was an equally surreal experience to see Guy dressed as a patient; he may have been a servant (no, not anymore, a noble of Malkuth), but he dressed far better than this. These bland, sagging clothes were a far cry from any sort of attire in Auldrant, perhaps comparable to what the replicas had worn. That comparison, not her first time making it, twisted her stomach ( ... )
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There was also the fact that they shared more than a few things in common, but that wasn't necessarily a good reason to keep talking to the man, especially if each conversation was going to be a repeat of the one before it.
Well, he'd play it by ear. As the man walked into the Sun Room, he saw that they were setting up a projector to play... King Kong, right? He wasn't sure why the patients had voted for that one, but it wasn't like he'd bothered to vote in the first place. When it came down to it, this was really his best option for where to spend the shift. The ( ... )
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Wondering if the nurses would let him leave if he got too bored, he settled himself down in a chair and waited. He hadn't noticed the man to the left of him; when he did he made to get up and move, until he considered that he'd have no one to complain at if the human entertainment was stupid. And the chances of that were pretty high.
"So what's this supposed to be, anyway?" he asked. Ratchet was normally too large to fit through the doors of a theater, and Cybertron didn't have a direct equivalent to this sort of thing. From the look of the screen, he suspected it was something like their television, but they'd called it something different for some reason.
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But on the other hand, people here never failed to baffle him. When a burly guy suddenly took a seat next to him and stared at the movie, which was starting up, as if it was foreign to him, Harvey wished he could just place his head in his hands and leave it at that.
On the other hand, he was no idiot. The stranger looked like he could decimate the other half of his face if he was given good reason to, and the darkness of the room made it likely that the nurses wouldn't notice a brawl until some damage had already been done. It was better to just play nice, as much as Harvey hated doing that these days.
He still let out a sigh, though. He was allowed to be mildly annoyed. "You've never seen King Kong?" he asked.
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Whatever it was, the 'movie' looked somewhat like television. In principle, anyway. So far it looked somewhat crude even by human standards. "Is it supposed to be monochrome?"
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It had been convincing. Very, very convincing. He'd seen the way L's face changed when they'd entered; it took more than cut-rate illusion to trick a man into a prison cell and call it his home (which was food for thought in itself, even if it lended itself to one of his more outlandish ideas: how did he manage to construct such perfect replicas?) But even so, the illusion had been so short-lived that it might never have been at all- and worse still, it had allowed them an advantage. Judging by the posts on the bulletin board (carefully worded enough for the nurses, perhaps, but no amount of innuendo would ( ... )
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"Inspector Lunge," he greeted in kind. "No, go ahead. You're just in time for the afternoon's cinematic offering." He shifted toward one arm of the couch to give the other man some more room. They had more important things to discuss than the merits of a film about a giant ape and a screaming woman (Indy's autobiography, Marion would have said smartly), but luckily everyone else in the room was also more invested in talking than in paying attention as the screen flickered on. Same as in the chapel this morning, Indy thought. Did anyone ever pay attention to the structured "activities" here ( ... )
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Thank god.
All the lies she'd spewed to the nurse were, well, just that. She'd never even seen King Kong before. She knew enough via other things she'd managed to sneak seeing during her sheltered Company life to get all the references, but it had never been on her must-watch list. And to be honest, it wasn't on there now, either. Not when she had important research to do. After a quick scan around the room, she turned in her chair, knees on the seat, to see if there was anyone behind her she could annoy for information about where the hell she was.
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"How long have you been in?" It felt enough like a slammer, might as well start treating it like one, Elle figured.
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"Longer than I'd like to admit," Yukari responded with distaste, leaning back into the chair. "I'll take a guess and say you haven't been awake for very long, right?"
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