Lana broke ranks as soon as they were given the all-clear, and made a bee-line for a couch actually in the sun. There were a number of things she needed to find out, starting with IRIS's history. She headlined several sheets of paper with topics -- IRIS, Eagle (General?), Martin Landel. The timeline she had had gaping holes, even given the limits on interpersonal communication.
She'd spent far too much time dealing with her own personal history; even with everything supposedly settled, she'd had to run it again for Detective -- ex-Detective -- Badd. It was past time to focus on more important matters. She watched the faces entering the room, looking for two things -- someone she recognized, and not from the Los Angeles criminal justice system.
While his lunch conversation hadn't ended up going anywhere, Harvey wasn't too shocked by that. Normally it would have bothered him, but the kid had been just quiet and drugged enough that he hadn't been overly offensive. Besides, seeing how all of the patients were disoriented after what had changed today, it was no surprise that there was just a lot of jabber and speculation going on without much actually getting accomplished
( ... )
"No rest for the wicked." A hint of a smile accompanied the remark; if there was irony in it, it was well-hidden. "You're just the person I was looking for. I've been trying to put together more of a history of this place; the notes I have look are amateurish, at best." Inspector Lunge's notes would be ideal, but as the man didn't appear to be volunteering his services at the moment, she'd work with what she had.
"This may all be an elaborate game," or a trap, "on Doctor Landel's part, but for now I thought it best to play along." If Lana were running this circus, for whatever unfathomable reason, it certainly would have been. Crumbs of information, tossed out like so much trash, but clear hints for the well-trained eye. "IRIS was first heard, what, a week and a half ago? How long did it take the good Doctor to return, and what explanation was given for his absence?"
The notes she had had cut off there -- the rain had kicked up, and, besides, she could have just asked their owner. Perfect memory and all that. Not a lot
( ... )
A history was something that wasn't going to be easy to piece together when he hadn't met a patient who had been here for even two months, but Harvey couldn't fault Lana too much for trying. He didn't know how much help he was going to be, as he wasn't one of those people who memorized each and every intercom announcement, but Lana seemed to think that he'd be a help, if he was "just the person she was looking for
( ... )
"Nothing wrong with a little confirmation." Malfunctioned could cover a great deal of territory, but she trusted that if it had been anything more out of the ordinary than the things that had happened the past few nights, he would have said more.
"Has this General or the Eagle been mentioned before? Or any sign of what he meant just now? He's not the only one with a short memory -- turnover here is ridiculous."
Lana looked up from her notes, but her eyes weren't on Dent; they were fixed about five feet past the wall behind him. "What is he trying to tell us?"
That he was asking them to piece together something was obvious; whether she wanted to or not, the only option she had right now was to play along. Except she couldn't figure out how.
Whether Lana wanted answers from him directly or was just using him as a sounding board for her thought seemed unclear, but Harvey couldn't blame her too much even if it was the latter. He'd definitely employed that tactic in the past; sometimes thinking on your own was like tossing all of your thoughts into a vacuum, and he understood that
( ... )
Damn. It sounded like Harvey didn't know much more than she did, even if he had been here a fair bit longer. Information -- the truth -- was her only weapon, and ammunition wasn't volunteering itself.
"That could obviously be a scene he wanted us to hear, despite his protests...but no one objected to the claim, either. We haven't even heard this General speak, let alone seen him."
Lana had never seen Landel, either; she was well aware that as long as he kept his mouth shut, he could walk right past her and she'd never notice. In fact, was there anyone left who had met him? Hm.
This was getting them nowhere. Lana sighed. "You don't have any good ideas for science projects, do you? Something...time consuming?" A non sequitur, but he'd met Ema at least once.
Harvey was still of the belief that that hadn't been purposefully leaked to them, but there wasn't much point in arguing it when there was no way to offer solid proof -- only speculation. He shrugged and held back a sigh. It was true that this General had been pretty elusive so far, but
( ... )
"I wonder." Keep the structures people expected in place, and there were a lot of things people would just ignore. One change, at the top, and as long as there was food in the day and things out there at night, how many people would see that everything was changing.
It was easy, when you were standing at the top. Lana should know; she'd done it. It put her in the unique position of being able to watch what she'd wrought come back to haunt her. Not so unique, Skye. Damon Gant. And Martin Landel -- had this been part of what haunted him two nights ago? Or was that merely one of his little games? A Rorschach test, with their own shadows stepping out of the inky darkness.
But enough of that. Harvey had taken her change of subject at face value, and spotted what had prompted it. Good. "I'm afraid I'd have to trust her judgment on that subject. And...hmm." There was trusting Ema, and there was trusting Ema to be Ema. Which this would be -- that wasn't necessarily a question Lana wanted to ask. Her eyebrows knitted;
( ... )
While Lana didn't sound so convinced, Harvey was still fairly certain that the general -- from what he'd determined about him from the little information they'd been given -- wouldn't allow himself to be a faceless figure the way Landel had. Granted, it wasn't something he was going to bet on or anything along those lines, but he knew which of his instincts to trust
( ... )
Or down a patient block if we overload something and start a fire. The radios, as useful as they would be, weren't the point, though. She only had one sister.
"I dropped mine, the other night. Heard it crack. But either it wasn't the same one in the morning, or it had been repaired perfectly." All the surface wounds, swept away. Landel liked doing that.
Harvey had given her a serious -- and probably right -- answer, but it hadn't the real question.
"I guess...I just don't know how much she's really grown up. I did everything in my power to push her away, and now we're having to get to know each other all over again." The words came out in a bit of a rush, once they'd started. And Harvey wasn't the one she needed to say them to, but she could use the practice. He'd understand what she was doing, even if he thought less of her for it.
So the radios repaired themselves if they got damaged? Well, it did make sense, seeing how their wounds got tended to. Still, it wasn't like his metal pipe got repaired when he bent it out of shape at night, but maybe that didn't count since it wasn't something he'd been offered upon arrival
( ... )
Harvey bristled a bit at the nosedive the conversation had taken toward the personal. It reminded her of Edgeworth, the few times either of them had been forced to admit to an existence outside the office. It seemed she wasn't quite done putting her past behind her, whether it was by conscious choice or a mind that couldn't stop thinking in terms of clues and cases, dropping hints into innocuous conversation
( ... )
So it went back to that case that was still shrouded in mystery. Harvey had only gotten bits and pieces from Lana and Gant, but he had learned enough to make him wary of the whole thing and distrustful of everyone involved. In fact, he probably would have been happier if their conversations didn't touch on that incident at all, but it looked like that wasn't going to happen
( ... )
It all came down to two things -- truth, and trusting the ones one loved. Beyond that, even Detective Gumshoe's unusually careful monologue had left her vague on the exact details.
"I hope it can do that for you, too. That some good can come out of this for all of us." She didn't know what demons, precisely, he was running from, but no-one was perfect. And given ex-Detective Badd's revelations this morning, that had been more true than she'd even suspected. A mistake she would probably make again; optimism still came more naturally than cynicism, despite all her efforts.
A murmur was running around the room; Lana wasn't sure where it had started, but her head jerked like someone had just grabbed every muscle in her neck and yanked. She held up a wait, please hand to Dent and stared at the clump of soldiers; there were more of them than there had been a few minutes ago, but they'd been coming and going all day. What had her instincts picked out of the chatter
( ... )
From his first impression of Lana, Harvey really hadn't expected her to be so full of hope. He got the feeling this wasn't a side that she often showed to people, and that maybe she hadn't even realized she had it until recently. Maybe due to her sister, maybe due to something else.
But her words fell on deaf ears; the idea of something good coming out of this situation in his case just sounded preposterous. He wasn't afraid to admit it, either, and would have done so if they hadn't suddenly been interrupted.
While Lana had signaled him to wait, it was totally unnecessary as he was just as distracted by the sudden change in events. Their conversation was almost completely forgotten as he shifted in his seat and focused on the entering band of soldiers.
Lana broke ranks as soon as they were given the all-clear, and made a bee-line for a couch actually in the sun. There were a number of things she needed to find out, starting with IRIS's history. She headlined several sheets of paper with topics -- IRIS, Eagle (General?), Martin Landel. The timeline she had had gaping holes, even given the limits on interpersonal communication.
She'd spent far too much time dealing with her own personal history; even with everything supposedly settled, she'd had to run it again for Detective -- ex-Detective -- Badd. It was past time to focus on more important matters. She watched the faces entering the room, looking for two things -- someone she recognized, and not from the Los Angeles criminal justice system.
[Harvey!]
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"This may all be an elaborate game," or a trap, "on Doctor Landel's part, but for now I thought it best to play along." If Lana were running this circus, for whatever unfathomable reason, it certainly would have been. Crumbs of information, tossed out like so much trash, but clear hints for the well-trained eye. "IRIS was first heard, what, a week and a half ago? How long did it take the good Doctor to return, and what explanation was given for his absence?"
The notes she had had cut off there -- the rain had kicked up, and, besides, she could have just asked their owner. Perfect memory and all that. Not a lot ( ... )
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"Has this General or the Eagle been mentioned before? Or any sign of what he meant just now? He's not the only one with a short memory -- turnover here is ridiculous."
Lana looked up from her notes, but her eyes weren't on Dent; they were fixed about five feet past the wall behind him. "What is he trying to tell us?"
That he was asking them to piece together something was obvious; whether she wanted to or not, the only option she had right now was to play along. Except she couldn't figure out how.
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"That could obviously be a scene he wanted us to hear, despite his protests...but no one objected to the claim, either. We haven't even heard this General speak, let alone seen him."
Lana had never seen Landel, either; she was well aware that as long as he kept his mouth shut, he could walk right past her and she'd never notice. In fact, was there anyone left who had met him? Hm.
This was getting them nowhere. Lana sighed. "You don't have any good ideas for science projects, do you? Something...time consuming?" A non sequitur, but he'd met Ema at least once.
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It was easy, when you were standing at the top. Lana should know; she'd done it. It put her in the unique position of being able to watch what she'd wrought come back to haunt her. Not so unique, Skye. Damon Gant. And Martin Landel -- had this been part of what haunted him two nights ago? Or was that merely one of his little games? A Rorschach test, with their own shadows stepping out of the inky darkness.
But enough of that. Harvey had taken her change of subject at face value, and spotted what had prompted it. Good. "I'm afraid I'd have to trust her judgment on that subject. And...hmm." There was trusting Ema, and there was trusting Ema to be Ema. Which this would be -- that wasn't necessarily a question Lana wanted to ask. Her eyebrows knitted; ( ... )
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"I dropped mine, the other night. Heard it crack. But either it wasn't the same one in the morning, or it had been repaired perfectly." All the surface wounds, swept away. Landel liked doing that.
Harvey had given her a serious -- and probably right -- answer, but it hadn't the real question.
"I guess...I just don't know how much she's really grown up. I did everything in my power to push her away, and now we're having to get to know each other all over again." The words came out in a bit of a rush, once they'd started. And Harvey wasn't the one she needed to say them to, but she could use the practice. He'd understand what she was doing, even if he thought less of her for it.
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"I hope it can do that for you, too. That some good can come out of this for all of us." She didn't know what demons, precisely, he was running from, but no-one was perfect. And given ex-Detective Badd's revelations this morning, that had been more true than she'd even suspected. A mistake she would probably make again; optimism still came more naturally than cynicism, despite all her efforts.
A murmur was running around the room; Lana wasn't sure where it had started, but her head jerked like someone had just grabbed every muscle in her neck and yanked. She held up a wait, please hand to Dent and stared at the clump of soldiers; there were more of them than there had been a few minutes ago, but they'd been coming and going all day. What had her instincts picked out of the chatter ( ... )
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But her words fell on deaf ears; the idea of something good coming out of this situation in his case just sounded preposterous. He wasn't afraid to admit it, either, and would have done so if they hadn't suddenly been interrupted.
While Lana had signaled him to wait, it was totally unnecessary as he was just as distracted by the sudden change in events. Their conversation was almost completely forgotten as he shifted in his seat and focused on the entering band of soldiers.
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