Day 50: Intercom, Evening

[damned_intercom]

As expected, after the allotted amount of time had passed, the nurses started to move through the waiting rooms to inform the visitors that it was time for them to leave, whereas in the Sun Room King Kong was turned off and the staff quickly sprung to action to put the equipment away

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F3

[finalwitch]

She stayed in bed despite an obvious need. The way in which her eyes never ceased to flit to the obtrusive lump on her bed spoke volumes. Nearly every fiber of her being wanted to read that diary, and yet, nothing occurred. Ange could only eat (and occasionally look at nothing in particular).

One could call conflicting emotions in this. She, however, could not see it as such. There existed only a single sentiment regarding Maria, claiming anything else made no logical sense. Her lack of movement was something else, yes. It was not negativity that stilled Ange's muscles.

No, what it was proved impossible to say.

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[cryingweapon]

Throughout the entire day there was only one thing that occupied her head, Shuji. Last night's trip had been a complete chaos; teleporting from one room to another and then landing in a place that was absolutely impossible. Her home world, Japan.

Seeing Shuji's face, just for a short moment, made her unbelievably happy, and unbearably sad. Depressingly sad that she wasn't able to touch him, talk to him, to say that she loved him. All those feelings fueled the small hope she had to search for him again. Nothing else mattered as long as she could be with him.

Closing the door behind her, she greeted her roommate with a small 'hello' and dug into her dinner of the day. Once she was done, she opened her diary and began writing down last night's events. Halfway through, curiosity got the better of her.

"Pardon me for asking, but did you travel to a place that was similar to your home last night?" she asked.

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[finalwitch]

The roommate's entrance made for an appropriate distraction. Ange returned the greeting with a low nod, seemingly content with the quiet quality between them. Afterward, she glanced at the plate of food in her hands, idle consideration placed away from the object on her bed. Chise was busy with her own tasks, and the young woman could not think of proper reasons to disrupt. The silence, then, was expected.

But never lasted. She raised her eyes at the other girl, something oddly familiar about the nature of her question. A place similar to home? She could say that, in a sense. "...Yes." Ange tilted her head. "You, too?"

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[cryingweapon]

"Yes," Chise replied. "Everything appeared to be exactly the same, except that I was in an unfamiliar town and the people couldn't see or hear me at all. It was as if they were ghosts." She nearly had a heart attack when she fell right through a group of people inside the ramen shop.

"Before that, me and another lady were transported to completely different rooms after leaving the previous one. Instead of entering the building's entrance room, we ended up inside a small pantry. After that, the next place we were transported to was a run-down spa in Doyleton." Which was crawling with spiders. She'll never step one foot in there ever again.

"Did your 'home' had ghost people too?"

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[finalwitch]

[asldkfj I'm so sorry this took so long!]

From the first sentence, Ange caught the incongruity, the inconsistency between accounts. She, too, had entered a world that might as well have been Tokyo in the flesh; however, the existence of others had nothing to do with the immaterial. They simply were not there to begin with.

"That's weird," she commented, tone light as to not give emotions away. "Mine didn't even have people. It was just empty." Empty. Like that ghost town motif popularized by American Westerns. The irony didn't escape her.

"Chise-san," she began. Blue eyes drifted over to her plate, a thoughtful aspect creasing her brow. "Do you remember if the doctor ever mentioned anything about 'reconstruction' last night?" Her head nodded over to the ceiling, indicating exactly which doctor she was referring to.