Day 56: Bus 2

[razing_phoenix]

It was hard for Guy to believe that a farfetched idea of his might actually work out in the end, seeing how rare that was in this place. Still, he had found the leather and had been allowed to buy it, which meant that the toughest part at this point would be finding tools to work with and also blocking out enough time to work on making the sheath.

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[exterrabang]

Elfangor watched the proceedings in curious dismay. If he'd still been in his Andalite form, this would be so unnecessary--but then, it would also likely be avoidable if he still had his tail blade. He may have been more accustomed to a human body than... others might be in his position, and with the extent to which humans used touch far more casually than Andalites, but that certainly did nothing to stave off the distinct discomfort and sense of violation he felt as the guard patted him down, searching for weapons and other contraband hidden among clothing. Fortunately, the only purchases he had made during the day were edible and had already been consumed.

Once that thoroughly mortifying experience came to a close, Elfangor hurried onto the bus and hunkered down into a seat, staring miserably out the window. Did they perform such checks at the facility regularly, or was it just when they were allowed outside? He hoped fervently for the latter, as he was not certain that he would not do something unfortunate if this was a daily

[sixth_attack]

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Just when the end of the day couldn't be anymore gloomier or discouraging to the Replica, the soldiers had another unpleasant surprise waiting for him and his fellow prisoners at the bus loading station:

Waaaay too touchy-feeling pat downs.

"H-hey! I don't have anything on me, ok?!" Sechs yelped in the midst of a soldier's far-too-personal inspection of him, "Watch where you put your-- HEY!!"

"Keep still Sasaki, or this will get even more uncomfortable...!" the offending soldier replied curtly, not looking all that sympathetic to Sechs' plight.

Despite the officer's commands, Sechs continued to squirm, complain and curse, but he knew it would have been foolish to start a fight. There were far too many soldiers surrounding him, and the freezing evening air was growing increasingly intolerable; he wanted to get this whole awful thing done and over with as soon as possible, he couldn't risk agitating the lecherous poison in his back again...

At last, the torturous pat down ended, and Sechs

[exterrabang]

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Elfangor could not help but find some amusement in this person's muttered oaths, and he gave a wry smirk.

"The town itself did not seem so bad, apart from the citizens' utter lack of observational skills. You would think someone would have noticed the apparent normalcy in so-called mental hospice patients. Or perhaps they simply choose not to see. But apart from that..." He considered.

"The food was good. Granted, I have not eaten in some time, so I may not be the best judge of that."

Yes, a decade having passed since his foray into the sense of taste would certainly qualify as a biasing factor.

But his mood fell once again at the reminder of the mortifying security procedures. "Do they do that every day? The checks?"

[sixth_attack]

A gruff snort came out of Sechs' nostrils with an audible huff, blowing away the sharpened strands of hair away from his face