Day 60: Cafeteria

[gald_digger]

Anise had been lying snug in bed, only vaguely aware that she was awake, when her rest was disturbed by the one sound in the world she'd never wanted to hear again.

"Good morning, everyone!"

The girl's eyes shot open and she immediately sat up straight. There was no doubt about it. That was the Head Doctor, that bastard, and he was back! Now that

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[scarefaux]

"Specific?" The Scarecrow couldn't think of anyway to describe the somethings or click-clickers aside from those names, though he did have an idea. He dug through his pocket to find his pen and pulled one of the napkins to him.

As he drew, he went on to answer her other question. "Let's see... It certainly feels like I've been here an awful long time, though I don't keep up with days well at all." His concept of time, like his concepts of death and mortality, was vague at best, though he had learned how long certain spans were. It seemed so trivial as a man made of straw and cloth, but when his body did age, he felt he ought to keep track of these things. "Why, it must be over three weeks by now. I do hope everything is all right without me."

He shook his head sadly at that thought, though his expression brightened as he finished his work. He slid the napkin across the table for her perusal.

best post ever.

[selfnighted]

This Something seemed a mite fantastic, but the Click-clicker was recognizable enough. However, there was something to be considered... "How big were these

He's not much of an artist, but at least his pictures are appropriate. :D

[scarefaux]

The Scarecrow put a finger to his head in thought, bringing his hand back to the table as he recalled his experience with the somethings. "These," -he pointed to the picture- "weren't very tall, from what little I saw of them in the dark. They were low to the ground, even shorter than a Munchkin. They clawed at our legs- I think that's about all they could reach from down there."

He pointed to the click-clicker next, gauging the size on the table and holding his hands out appropriately. "And these I saw last night. They were bigger than a small dog, but smaller than, say, a lion. And they attacked with this sharp point on their tails, but we got away before they could hit us

[selfnighted]

Giant scorpions it was. Prototype test subjects, perhaps? Re-appropriating them for new use as some manner of test for the patients? It was difficult to tell; for all she knew, the giant scorpions and other creatures were simply ineffective against what the General and company were fighting, and the creatures were merely a convenient method of some sort.

"I would imagine it would be a shock to anyone unused to the sight," Maya responded, faintly amused. "Unless you mean to assemble a catalog?" It was a perfect explanation for the drawings.

[scarefaux]

"A what?" the Scarecrow asked immediately, piecing together what she meant. There were a lot of times he simply didn't understand the terms the other patients were using, but context helped him along the way on most days.

"You mean...? Oh, I don't intend to try and see all of the creatures Wizard Landel has here. These were bad enough on their own! And there were these birds outside that were even worse than the crows back home. Just terrible!"