Day 52: Intercom, Evening

[damned_intercom]

The intercom jingle was slightly different for this shift, almost as if it had gone up in quality. The Head Doctor gave a sigh of relief, his own voice clear as a bell despite the usual electronic buzz

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M50

[unheroed]

Surprisingly enough, Harvey's chat with Mr. Gavin had gone rather smoothly. The man's age and general appearance had made him skeptical at first, but they'd both cut to the chase rather quickly and had been open with their information, which had served him well. Even though Gavin's information had been somewhat dated, it had showed his persistence and his attention to detail, and had opened him up as someone else Harvey could work with

Re: M50

[herr_inspektor]

The shock of L's night had more or less worn off by the time dinner came about, replaced instead by an odd background hum of emotion that Lunge didn't feel he had the time (the inclination, you mean, Heinrich) to unravel. It was only natural, he decided, that he was getting his own experiences tangled into L's, given how closely they worked together and how alike they were in many ways- but part of him seemed set to remind him that it wasn't just that. That he was concerned for the man's wellbeing. That he was genuinely relieved to see him safe. That maybe, just maybe, he felt responsible for the man.

It was all baseless conjecture, of course. Wouldn't stand up in court. Time to move on.

As he entered the room he focused the magnifying-glass beam of his attention onto the rest of his night instead. He'd be out with L and his associate -"S.T."?- for most of the night (not to keep an eye on L, that was completely irrelevent and could only detract from their ability to progress tonight), but first he would be stopping off to deliver

[unheroed]

When Lunge had first come in, he had been quiet, distracted. More like how he'd acted during their first few nights together. Harvey turned to watch him as he pulled some sort of long stick out of his closet. Raising an eyebrow, he continued to watch as he set it against his desk, and only then realized that it was some sort of pool cue. What the hell? Where had Lunge found something like that? Not in the Game Room

[herr_inspektor]

A prosecutor? "That would be Klavier Gavin, wouldn't it?" Lunge answered, glancing back up from his meal as he abandoned the chopsticks on his desk. Blond hair, blue eyes, casual confidence. He hadn't had the man pegged as a prosecutor at all but that was what his note had said, and he also didn't have him pegged as the sort of man who would lie for- well, in this case it would be attention, or a sense of importance. That according to those notes he'd also known Edgeworth before was encouraging; they'd both struck him as unusually young, so perhaps they both came from a world in which that sort of thing was normal for law enforcement. Strange, but not a detail he was especially concerned with for the moment. "We met, briefly. Did his survey provide any further insight into the types of people here

[unheroed]

So, someone had decided to use a pool cue as a weapon. Harvey couldn't say that it was the first thing that would have come to his mind when he thought of makeshift weapons, but he was just glad he had his gun. Not that he'd been given a chance to fire it since the night when he'd found it, but that was probably a good thing. He'd endured a few injuries without it, but he had to make sure to save those bullets as best he could

[herr_inspektor]

Survey first. The results were more or less as Lunge had expected, with those related to crime and the military topping the patient job lists, though the apparent number of students caught his attention. "Students, hmm?" He tilted his head, frowning slightly for a moment, then shook his head. Or not- perhaps they were the victims? At any rate there were certainly a lot more people here under the age of eighteen than anywhere else he'd been short of a school, so perhaps it shouldn't have been such a surprise

[unheroed]

It turned out that Lunge was as perplexed about the student aspect of it as he'd been. But his roommate didn't ask anything specific, and Harvey really didn't have any way to explain it himself. There weren't any theories for why Landel preferred children that didn't get wildly inappropriate, and yet there had to be something. Young people were useful because they still had a lot of years left in them -- so maybe they were needed for something long-term?

It was possible that Landel wanted to watch the effects of his experiments through a patient's lifetime, although it wasn't as if he could live forever himself. Unless

l-lol, like I need to link it

[herr_inspektor]

While Dent thought that one through- and he would need to- Lunge, only half-listening to the man when he spoke, busied himself with making a paper copy of his memory for the man to read. Not out of the sheer goodness of his heart, of course; he didn't know if L was in the right state of mind to consider the increasingly complicated web of Institute politics spun out in front of them, and wanted someone else to bounce ideas off of for now. Hmm. If he wasn't careful he'd end up reliant on a partner to walk him through the mental aerobics.

There was something still not right about that, though. An implication in there that didn't sit well with him. It didn't feel right discussing the matter with someone other than L, somehow, as though he were crossing some hitherto unseen line. Was it too previous, perhaps? As though the man were already dead rather than temporarily down when they'd discussed everything else.

... no. Don't be so illogical. This isn't a matter of 'duty' or 'allegiance'; you need answers. You will find answers. '

oh god so late. ;_;

[unheroed]

Once again, Lunge had decided to write something down. It seemed like the man was fond of communication on paper, even if the last time it had been because he'd had no other choice, with the language barrier to get through. That whole situation had been so bizarre, and it was still strange to think that everything he was saying to his roommate right now was heard by him in GermanBut that was completely unrelated, and so Harvey quit musing about it the second that he was handed the paper. He read it over quickly yet carefully; enough time working as an attorney trained you to do that sort of thing