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The possessions are not in fact your own, but those of the persona the Institute has constructed for you. If you are looking for any item with special abilities or power, you will not find it there.

...that they've constructed for me?
Am I missing something here?

You are new here, then?

Painfully so. I wasn't even aware of my transfer, but I have a pre-existing history, so...

Pre-existing history is irrelevant. I know individuals here who are paragons of sanity.

If you think you are supposed to be here, I can do little to convince you otherwise, but you will likely be taking a very lonely opinion.

I'll take your word for it. Right now, I'm just looking for my flute.

Ah. I do not know whether it would be there, but I wish you luck.

If you have no weapons, you will likely need one to get to your target. I can help with that, if you like.

Eh--well, my flute IS my weapon.
_{It's a long story...}

I see. You wouldn't happen to be some sort of variation on a superhero, would you?

Nevertheless, the route to the Patient's Possessions room is often dangerous, and I would really rather not have to worry about those without weapons that are out of reach of the Search and Rescue teams I help organize.

Reformed super-villain might be more appropriate, but I digress...

And what do you mean by dangerous? --are you another of those pro-monster guys? It feels like some awful inside joke and it's getting old.

I fall under that category myself.

If by "pro-monster" you mean I acknowledge the undeniably hostile entities that roam this place at night, then yes. I have quite a few new scars thanks to those things.

Were you here last night? There were at least a few phenomena occurring that cannot be explained simply by mental instability.

I had to have arrived last night. I thought the KCPD had just drugged me for my trip over--it wouldn't be the first time I've been drugged while under state care.

But I did come to last night. Had a look around my room. I think that was it. Things are a bit blurry between then and morning, but I slept horribly, so it's no real wonder.

Ah. Among other things, a brainwashed metahuman blew the roof off of most of the facility.

I don't suppose I can convince you to take me up on the offer of a weapon, then? If nothing happens tonight and they do not in fact unlock the doors to all the patient rooms at the start of the night, then you won't exactly be losing anything in the deal.

Well...aside from severely cheesing off the doctors and nurses when they realize what I'd have--

--what's there to lose? I'll take you up on the offer.

They never really react to anything beyond open fighting.

Excellent. Do you know your room number? If so, I can get to you at the start of the night. I specialize in making blades. Do you have any requests as to style? I'm limited in materials, but I can at least make several basic types.

M112. Back of the hallways practically.

But I've ~~uh, really. well~~ never had any training with bladed weapons before. Is the request of something blunt too much? I think I'd have a lot better luck with a baseball bat than a -sword-.

Very well. I'll meet you there.

Understandable. Few people request blunt weapons, so my supplies are rather limited in that regard... I do have a three foot metal pipe of adequate heft taken from the janitor's closet if that suits your purposes.

Oh, and when I arrive, and if you really must have a flashlight to see, please do not point it in my eyes. They are very sensitive, even more so after night falls.

Pipe works just fine. Thank you :)
_{[YES, he went there. You now have a smiley face.]}

And I found my flashlight this morning, so I'll be careful with it. So I can expect you at...nightfall then? I'll be ready.

Very well.

Thank you. They lock us in our rooms for dinner, then usually after two intercom announcements, the second being decidedly unhinged, the doors unlock. It should only take me a few minutes to make my way to your room after that.

--if everything goes as you say, _{[There are a few marks after, as if from tapping the pen against the paper]} --yes. Guess I'll see you then.

And do you have a name to go with all of that, or do I get to guess when you come to knock?

Unless we have any deviations from the schedule such as those that occurred last night, then there will be no problems.

Stefan Richter. Or Recluse, if you prefer.

Recluse it is then~

You can call me Piper.

waitaminute

Piper?!

_{[The not-so-subtle tap-tap-tap of someone unsure if to reply]}

...yes?

What are you doi-

When did you- oh wait you answered that

Are you okay?

I _[s-scribble] think so?

Wally when were you _[Scribble!]
Why are you _[AGAIN!]

_{[FREAKIN SCRIBBLED MESS]}
WALLY WHEN DID GET HERE?!
_{[Underlined only about half a million times someone is ripping the paper AGAIN]}

Last I saw you
We were
You were

_{[Interpretive dance nervous/mental breakdown via flailing with a pen]}

BUT YOU
AND THE
OH GOD

Hi Wally

...how did you-- never mind. I've been here for, uh... ten days now.

And are you sure you're okay? Cause you're really not acting it. Just calm down, okay? I know it's a lot to take in and--

[inkblot, like the pen was resting here for a while]

Wait. How did you know it was me?

Y _{[Slight scribble--mostly dots where the pen tip was tapped nervously]} you always scrawled funny--wrote your 'I'S all weird when you got rushed. Got called over to your place a lot only to find out you'd run off to save the day, leaving be behind with a note and

THATS NOT THEPOINT WALLY
~~HOW COULD~~ ~~CAN YOU~~ _{[Grammar be damned]}

TEN DAYS!
That CAN'T be right! I was just in KCPD central holding and you
_{[TEARING. PAPER.]}

You--
_{[DEEPBREATH. Inkblot from a rest.]}
The last time I saw you, you punched us in the face and left us for Zatanna. But I'd heard--

What happened to you? Why are you here? Are you okay? Are you

Sstill mad?

[the above note has been taken down]

...okay I have seriously no idea what you're talking about. Uh, I mean, I'm just a forensics lab guy down in Central, so you must be thinking of someone else.

And even if I was someone like that, which I'm not, why would I be mad at you?

Y You are a JACKASS!
Wally, when did you get here and what's going on because people keep--

_{[Inkblot of paaaause]}

How could you be here for ten days MISTER FORENSICS GUY, if you
Wait.

I thought you were a mechanic?

[all notes in the chain up to this have been taken down now]

No, definitely forensics. ~~not gonna forget that in a hurry~~ Have been for a while now. Why would I be a mechanic?

And I already told you, I got here ten days ago and things are... really weird. It's kinda hard to explain. Have you heard about the monsters yet?

You'd be a mechanic because that's what you've -always- been with the PD. Barry was the forensics man.

And please please tell me you all are kidding about the monsters. I'm trying to convince myself severely and desperately that this place is -normal-.

And you--you're not a patient here, are you?

[again, the above notes have been taken down]

Uh, no? Sorry? I've always been forensics. I mean, Uncle Barry inspired me there, but--

Wait. How do you know about my uncle? Dude, are you stalking me? 'Cause that's not cool.

And if by 'patient' you mean 'kidnapped and held captive like everyone else', then yeah. Sorry, uh, Piper. But this place isn't normal by a long shot. How much have you heard?

What the HELL are you talking about? We've worked together for YEARS. Heck, Mick LIVED with Barry for a span. We all went up against him back in the day.
_{god i feel old}

And I couldn't have stalked you considering how happy you've always been to drag me around all the time and
...are you really feeling alright or is this some kind of karmic payback for the past year?

_{And maybe I have heard some thing, but I'd rather pretend I never did because I just want to live quietly for once, even if it's under medical and psychiatric evaluation.}

[again, the above notes have been taken down]

What? You're kidding, right? You sure you got the right Barry? My uncle doesn't live anywhere near Central, and he's never met you guys, let alone done anything else.

And I don't drag you anywhere ~~unless it's to the station or the hospital or something~~.

Wait, I think I know what's going on. There's a lot of people from different dimensions and stuff here. It's probably something like that.

...listen, whatever you've heard? It's probably true. Specially if it was about monsters and zombies and stuff. Sorry, but it's the truth.

You
Oh

We--We're talking multiverse then, aren't we? If none of what I said registers with you then
And here I thought we were done with messes like this.

Forget I ever said anything, then.
We don't know each other.

[again, the above notes have been taken down]

Wait wait wait wait! Dude, I'm not going to drop things just because we might not actually know each other or anything. I mean, sure we're different, maybe, but that doesn't mean we can't speak to each other. Trust me that you're going to need every friend you can get in this place, so don't push me away okay?

Besides, despite what you may think, I am worried about you.

So can we at least meet face to face?

I--

If you want to? There's not much about me any more that's redeeming. ~~Least not to you guys.~~

But I'm in room M112. I think I'm busy tonight. Otherwise I guess I'm free.

[again, the above notes have been taken down]

Hey, don't say that! Dude, we haven't even met yet. You don't know how things are going to turn out.

Okay, I'll keep an eye out and see if I can find you today or something. Just be careful until then, okay?

I'm not hard to miss--red hair and all.

I'll be on the lookout for you too.

[Dean's going to get a rude awakening when he finds his porn's gone]

So what is this stuff? The stuff that was on you before you got admitted or something?

A looking for a flute specifically, custom-made.

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