Day 58: Cafeteria

[gald_digger]

Anise woke up feeling lucky to be alive. She still felt a bit waterlogged, even though her skin, hair, and clothes were completely dry. During last night's adventures, she'd swallowed a lot of water, and it still felt heavy and disgusting in her stomach. Her arms and legs were tired from treading water. Lying still in her bed, she still kind of

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[train_tracer]

When Claire opened his eyes to the white ceiling spread above him, he was disappointed. Just when he'd been about to make some progress, too! There hadn't been any warning, either. One minute, he'd been in the dark hallway, asking Miss (?) Grell about chainsaws and remembering his manners, and the next, he was back here in his room, staring at the ceiling with, once again, nothing of significance achieved.

Well no, he had achieved something after all. The handrail-type thing he'd borrowed from the future restroom wasn't as cool as a chainsaw, but it'd work perfectly fine for him, he decided. Claire took some pride in his ability to improvise sometimes, after all

[train_tracer]

"... So. You're saying I will take up that name. Meaning 'in the future.' Well, it makes sense. 'Claire Stanfield' did die and it would mean that I, a dead man, can't get married, that'd be weird. Did I think of that? That's smart of me. But still, this can't be right, can it?"

This was... confusing. Very confusing. And difficult to wrap his mind around, because everything sounded just weird. Too weird? Well... probably not. It was... what was a good word for it? 'Interesting'? Well no, not quite... How about 'strange'? 'Impossibly strange'? No, no, for all Claire knew, nothing was impossible, at least not for him. But still! This definitely counted as 'impossibly strange, even for him' right? Right

[immortale]

If the whole situation weren't so serious, Firo might have found it comical to watch Claire thinking over what had just been said. It was pretty far-fetched sounding-he'd be the first to admit that, and without all the futuristic stuff in town, he might not have believed it himself. But Claire had already been here longer than Firo had, and even if he'd spent a day or two cooped up recovering from injuries, he'd still had plenty of time to see evidence of it being the future... right?

But of all the questions Firo might have expected Claire to ask about his story, his age wasn't one of them. It took him by surprise, and that surprise was written plainly on his face.

"I'm 22, of course," he said carefully, the surprise giving way to a more guarded expression. If this was leading to a jab at his looks...