Day 54: Recreational Field

[mustbethesuit]

And thus concluded a perfect start to a perfect day. Making him explode from every facial orifice was a totally justified response to Peter not doing anything at all.

The nurses' hearts had defrosted just enough to permit them a change of clothes and a desperately needed wipe down. Nurse Joyce - Rachel had been apologizing the whole way back to

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[sheepwood]

Not only had Guybrush slept late, but the institute had somehow managed to get even weirder during the night (as for the night itself, he wasn't even going to try thinking about that for another several hours. The important bit was that Operation Nurse Interrogation hadn't gone as well as he'd imagined). His nurse answered the door with a huff, was even shorter with him than usual, and oh yeah- there was an ominously militant guy following them around.

She stopped in the Sun Room, telling Guybrush to stay put while she saw to whatever the fuss was occurring in the cafeteria. After a quick scope of the bulletin board, a mental note to ask Morgan how she was doing, and a quick whine to himself about how his Snugglecakes was still missing and LeChuck was probably halfway across the Caribbean with her by now, he finally turned his attention to the darkly clad official who'd been watching his nurse like a hawk

[unheroed]

[SOB, I hope this is enough to respond to. If not, let me know and I can change it.]

Even though Harvey still didn't know what to make of Grell, considering his (or her?) general demeanor, he still had to hand it to the guy (he'd go with that for now) for getting them out of the cafeteria before the gassing had started. Honestly, he wasn't as shocked as he should have been that they had decided to resort to that kind of method here. Crane had been using Arkham to flood Gotham with fear gas, after all; there were all sorts of shady things that could go down when only "insane" people were involved.

A lot of the people here were genuinely nuts, but the idea that that made them disposable was still something that didn't sit right with the man. It was true that his morals had been bent and twisted since his accident, but he still had themGranted, even though he could bothered by it on a basic level, Harvey didn't feel that much sympathy for the patients who had been caught in the gassing. He was more focused on how good it was that he

[sheepwood]

[It's fine! I'm good to work with just about anything. :D Let me know if this isn't good for you!]Guybrush huffed through his first lap, wondering if he was out of shape, if he'd traded in his running legs for sea legs, or if he'd ever had running legs at all. Come to think of it, he couldn't recall ever running so much at one time in his entire career as he had on more than one occasion at Landel's. Maybe De Landel or whoever was running the place was trying to send him a message

[unheroed]

Even though he had been watching the guy who probably felt like he was back in gym class at that moment, Harvey hadn't really expected the man to talk to him. He tilted his head to the side when the stranger paused and fought to catch his breath, though he realized that he would have probably been just as winded -- if not more so -- if it had been him

[sheepwood]

Wow. Guybrush blinked, not sure how to take what he was hearing. All those unsavory names he'd called the guards while running now seemed like massive understatements. Beating up rioters was one strike, and from the looks of the other patients he'd seen in the lineup, 'tear gas' delivered exactly what the name promised. So much for the rehabilitation front they liked to put up during the day. His sleeping through breakfast didn't seem so bad now.

"Sounds like I missed quite a party," Guybrush responded as he finally caught his breath, still grimacing from the thought of being gassed. "I ticked one of the new guys off during role call. They're not keen on being told a name is ridiculous, even if it really is."

He straightened, offering his hand. "Speaking of names, I'm Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate. And you are...?"

[unheroed]

"I wouldn't call it a party," Harvey grunted. "Most of the time it was just a bunch of idiots throwing food around." He knew that he might have gotten dragged into the whole thing if the wrong person had nailed him with something at the wrong time, but he'd managed to get out of the mess without getting anything on him, so that was one blessing

[sheepwood]

The way Bandage Faced Patient was talking, it sounded more like a food fight at breakfast had been punished with more force than was necessary. Either these new orderlies weren't with the rehabilitation program, or they knew said rehabilitation was a sham and had no problem torturing patients in broad daylight. Or maybe they were always that over the top. If that was how they dealt with a few unruly prisoners, he'd hate to see their treatment of someone who actually had a few crimes under their belt

[unheroed]

Well, yeah, when compared to names like those, Guybrush Threepwood sounded totally normal. But it was all relative, wasn't it? Still, this didn't seem like the sort of thing that was worth arguing, especially since the stranger seemed to have some sort of weird attachment to his name. As for Harvey, he still didn't know if he wanted to cling to his own name or give it up for a different one. It was hard to make that sort of decision in a place like this, anyway

[sheepwood]

Eagle thing? Guybrush vaguely recalled one of the announcements from the previous night mentioning an eagle, but in the whirlwind of emotions stemming from his wife being missing, his nemesis also being missing, and the thought of them being missing together, everything Landel had said had slipped his mind. Okay, ignoring important dialogue was bad for puzzle-solving, but he thought he had a pretty good excuse that time

[unheroed]

For being a possible pirate (or at least thinking that he was one), this Guybrush guy wasn't so bad so far. He hadn't done anything totally obnoxious and he wasn't exactly badgering him with questions, either. He'd asked a few, but had given up when Harvey had made it clear that in the end, he didn't really know much more than Guybrush did. Which was enough to bother him on principle, since he was used to knowing more than most, but

[sheepwood]

Guybrush had expected the standard "Don't Even Try It" answer from any Average Joe to whom he tried to explain the plan. The difference between the two of them was that while Harvey looked more like said Average Joe type, Guybrush was a full-fledged pirate (and Morgan was too, sort of- not enough to be affected by the Pox of LeChuck, but she was capable with a ship and more than capable with a sword and a handful of insults). He had experience in the world of dealing with crazy psychopaths, people with enough powers to build carnivals dedicated to turning tourists into undead soldiers, and those who happened to be both at once. He'd be just fine.

"Is that what happened to your face?" Guybrush asked immediately. Wait, he'd meant to assure Harvey he was an expert at negotiation and puzzle-solving, but it came out completely wrong. Whoops.

[unheroed]

It came out of the man's mouth so suddenly that Harvey was actually legitimately taken aback for a moment. Maybe the guy hadn't meant to say it, or maybe he was really that tactless, but this had to be one of the strangest ways that he'd been asked... Not to mention the phrasing.

If he was a weaker man, he might have winced at that.

Instead, he just frowned and shook his head. "No, it didn't happen here." How many times would he have to explain this? Maybe he should just write it on a piece of paper and tape it to his forehead.

Seeing how Guybrush had been so forward, Harvey really didn't feel guilty about doing the same. So he motioned to the hook and tilted his head. "What about you?"

[sheepwood]

In good news, Harvey didn't seem hugely offended by the probably offensive question. Guybrush guessed he got it a lot. Missing a hand was one thing, but missing half of one's face was a lot more noticeable

[unheroed]

Even though Harvey had asked the question, he hadn't really expected to get a detailed answer, let alone one that sounded so insane. Most people here were careful with their information, probably because it was the one thing that could still be called currency in this place. But Guybrush here was more than happy to spin a full-blown tale for him