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Day 59: Library

Oct 04, 2011 21:16

Anise couldn't get out of the Cafeteria fast enough. The stench of rotted food was overwhelming, and she was starting to feel sick. Most of her nausea came from seeing the people around her eating it, though. Even her friends! Anise didn't know what to do... What if lunch ended up being the same ( Read more... )

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unheroed October 4 2011, 22:55:58 UTC

Breakfast down, three more pointless shifts to go. The morning shift had been even more pointless than usual, seeing how the food they'd been given was completely inedible. Shiina hadn't been the worst as a conversation partner, but that was about the only good thing he could say about waking up this morning.

When he moved out of the cafeteria, Harvey's attention was immediately drawn to the disarray occurring in the middle of the Sun Room. It took some careful observation before he realized that it was just a bunch of kids messing around. He had no idea why the soldiers were tolerating it, but it didn't really concern him. More than that, a quick glance over the bulletin board completely shattered his concentration.

According to Scott, Indiana Jones was back. As in back from the dead. The kid was a bit of a joker, but Harvey knew that he wouldn't have teased about something like that. And if he was pulling their legs, then Harvey would track him down and wring his neck himself ( ... )

fourstonewalls October 5 2011, 01:45:36 UTC

Lana walked briskly to the back of the library, away from the bulletin board and the questions she'd answered too many times there already, though never all at once. Faraday didn't know any better -- couldn't know any better, since he'd been long dead when Gant had made his big move. She didn't doubt there'd been questionable cases before, but without someone in the Prosecutor's Office, nothing so blatant.

She walked into the aisle and turned to face the books, not even noticing that she wasn't alone. Great Expectations, read the spine. Very funny. She set her hands on the shelf, and then leaned in, resting her forehead on the one above, the title still mocking her.

She took a few deep, steadying breaths, and straightened. Then she noticed she'd had an audience for all of that. "Ah! Dent. I beg your pardon." His expressions were hard to read, with half of his face swaddled in bandages, but his body language wasn't ( ... )

unheroed October 5 2011, 18:05:45 UTC

[Of course!]At first, all he heard was some approaching footsteps. Actually, Harvey had figured that whoever they belonged to was planning to talk to him, and he was fully prepared to let them know that he was not in the mood right now. But when he glanced up after a moment of silence, he realized that first of all, it was Lana, and second of all, she had come back here for the same reason that he had: because she needed a moment to herself ( ... )

fourstonewalls October 10 2011, 02:38:45 UTC

Harvey had taken the conversational bait, though he didn't know anything more than she did. Pity; they could have stretched it out for quite a while, avoiding the things that were bothering them. At his last comment, though, she turned around and faced Harvey, her eyebrows raised.

"Oh?" That was a bit of unexpected good news, in the middle of everything. Ema had been out and about, then, and not in trouble. "I hope she wasn't too much of a chore." Smiling was difficult, but she did it anyway; funny, how reflexes could adapt. "Thank you ( ... )

unheroed October 10 2011, 05:05:01 UTC

That wasn't quite the reaction he'd been expecting. Lana had thanked him, and that was understandable enough, but Harvey hadn't realized how aware she'd been of the fact that her younger sister was, in the end, not that capable of taking care of herself. It was a bit harsh to refer to a sibling as a chore, but his guess was that this place had forced Lana to be realistic. Or this was just a strange way of showing how protective she was.

"She held her own well enough." He paused, wondering if he should mention the fact that the girl had seemed unsteady on her feet somehow. He hadn't been able to pinpoint what was wrong, exactly, or ask her directly, but... "She said she'd been asleep for a day or so, though." That turned out to be the more noteworthy comment to make.

It didn't seem like Lana was willing to give up on talking things out with him, though. She was always trying to figure things out and usually so was Harvey, but he'd just heard that Jones was alive whereas Lana had just watched someone die. You'd think that they'd ( ... )

fourstonewalls October 12 2011, 02:25:24 UTC

Lana sighed. She really didn't want to talk about Ema, either, when everything she said on the board made things worse, and she couldn't find any way to back either of them out of the corners they'd claimed. Stubbornness was a trait they shared, and the evidence of it was plastered all over the bulletin.

But Harvey was still talking. Lana nodded at the implicit questions. Yes, Ema had learned a bit about self-preservation, yes, she'd noticed Ema's absence. Yes, she was worried. It might be the best thing for everyone concerned if she went home, but Lana couldn't quite bring herself to hope for it. Not when they'd just worked things out. Today was just a temporary hiccup.

"The food?" It hadn't seemed any different to her. In fact, its very sameness was its most unpleasant quality. "Was there something wrong with your breakfast?"

unheroed October 13 2011, 05:33:13 UTC

With no reaction given to the fact that her sister had been missing in action for a day at least, Harvey had to assume that the two had already met up and talked it over. That made sense, of course; he felt kind of moronic for having brought up the topic at all now.

He'd save the most face if he didn't dwell on it, though, and so he glanced over to her when she asked about the food. Hadn't she seen it for herself? Unless she'd slept in or just hadn't bothered to get a bowl, though he thought that it would have attracted her attention either way.

"You could say that," Harvey replied after a pause. "It was basically inedible." This wasn't really what he wanted to talk about, but hopefully he could move the discussion back to Lana's little announcement soon.

fourstonewalls October 14 2011, 02:03:42 UTC

She'd eaten her way through a good bit of her own breakfast without tasting it, though whether that had been due to her emotional state or just the fact that it didn't taste like anything she wasn't quite sure. She'd managed to stay focused all through breakfast, but she was losing her hold on it, and the inanity of the conversation wasn't helping.

When the dam broke, words came tumbling out in a rush, so quickly she was perhaps the most startled.

"Have you ever watched someone you hated die?" Hated? That wasn't the right word, but there wasn't a word for what Damon Gant had been to her, and it was already on the table.

unheroed October 15 2011, 21:28:05 UTC

That really hadn't been the right response to what he'd just said.

Harvey glanced up when the words came out, finding that he'd both expected them and hadn't. Lana had been trying hard to keep it together, but it seemed clear that she'd only barely been holding onto that illusion of being okay. The question wasn't one that he had a good answer for. He'd put a lot of scumbags behind bars, had basically sentenced them to death through his arguments and his prosecution, but...

That wasn't exactly what Lana was talking about. She'd been witness to it. So had Harvey, in case of the people he'd killed, though he couldn't even say that he'd hated those people. No, it was more that they had been in between him and the people he truly despised.

"...Not exactly," he said after a long pause. "Not in the way you mean, anyway. What the hell happened last night?" There was really no point in beating around the bush at this point, as far as he was concerned.

fourstonewalls October 15 2011, 22:50:16 UTC

There it was. The question she'd been waiting for. She couldn't quite just start talking about it, but there were far too many investigators here to keep anything bottled up for long, and she had to admit she'd wanted someone to ask.

"I ran into ex-Detective Gant last night. He was on his own, and so was I, so I invited him to join me for a little exploring." She'd had better ideas, but she'd wanted to keep him away from Ema, and she was perhaps the only person here who could trust him properly -- she knew what he was capable of, and what he wasn't, and she could trust him to be Damon Gant.

"We went over to the new medical wing -- he'd taken them up on their little gamble the night before, and I wanted to see if I could tell what might have happened to the children I'd met that night."

None of that was a direct answer to what Harvey had asked, but he knew this game as well as she did; he was going to have to keep pressing.

unheroed October 17 2011, 03:14:34 UTC

Instead of pulling away from him completely, Lana instead started to open up. She must have realized that it was pointless to act like nothing was wrong. Even if she had hated Gant (and Harvey wasn't convinced of that -- hate was probably just the easiest word to use), watching someone die wasn't something most people could bear without feeling something ( ... )

fourstonewalls October 19 2011, 00:38:45 UTC

"I was in the records room -- nothing there that isn't in the ones out front, as far as I could tell. Just current-patient records, with all the regular nonsense."

She was stalling the story, and she knew it. But there wasn't any way around this, in the interrogation chamber or on the witness stand; one word led to another, eventually.

"Gant was still out in the main reception area. I heard him shout, and came back out." She paused. The image of the thing that had attacked them felt like it had imprinted on the back of her eyelids; she saw it when she closed her eyes. A natural reaction, and a valuable one. But it didn't help her describe it. "There was this thing. Like someone had made a monster out of spare parts. Two heads, three arms, one of those covered in fur, and then little stubby legs underneath. Big claws on one of the hands ( ... )

unheroed October 21 2011, 03:32:59 UTC

The information she gave at first might have been useful under other circumstances, but Harvey took it for exactly what it was. Luckily, he didn't have to push the woman again ( ... )

fourstonewalls October 21 2011, 21:59:51 UTC

"I didn't." It was an utterly outrageous statement. It invited several possibilities, each more farfetched than the on preceding it, and Lana made it without flinching. She waited just long enough, watching her opponent carefully, for it to sink in, and then ran roughshod over any objection Dent could voice.

"Gant had one of those transporter rings. He got us both out of there before the blood loss caught up with him." They'd landed in the same room they had on that night, further from help with every step, except that which they could conjure for each other.

"Now, I believe that answers everything. So if you'll excuse me, I was looking for some quiet." She turned around and made a show of selecting a new book and beginning to read. She turned a page every few minutes, running her eyes along the lines, but the letters rarely formed themselves into words, and the words into sentences, never.

unheroed October 21 2011, 22:57:23 UTC

If she hadn't run for it, then what, had she managed to kill the thing? Harvey had to admit that that seemed impossible judging from the description Lana had given of the creature, but she followed up with something that made more sense ( ... )

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