Hisa Momoi
Location: Pinefall High Main Building - Cafeteria
Phase: Morning Phase
Date: 09.09.1994 (FRI)
Weather: Rain
[Anything...well, do you think you could try and get Ubon on the way?] I inquired after a bit of thinking, [We haven't had the chance to talk since yesterday.]
I could only hope that they got back safely yesterday, but just like so many others, I have not seen Ubon or John either so far today.
[Still...you're right. It's like we pretty much find someone every night,] I continued, [But then, where would be a better place? The hotel is too far, and any place in the forest would be dangerous. It's either here, or the closed off section.]
Did it even really matter though?
It's not like there was a lack of food, and so far the teachers have not even noticed, if they even. cared at all.
Besides...it was friday. Sunday was close now, and it was honestly the least of our worries. Maybe, if we ever make it past that, we could do something about it.
[Anyways, they are sleeping still. I left them a note, will bring them some food on the way back. Speaking of which, I’ve been actually thinking of...just getting some proper sleep instead of classes today.]
Sheepishly, I scratched my cheek with a finger, but that was not something for Pyry to see.
[I already know what we learned today, so it wouldn’t be that big of a waste. I-if you want to rest too, I can just give you the memories of the lectures. Maybe could even convince one of the teachers to let it slip…]
The thought lingered for a moment, as I realized that I was completely clueless about anything regarding the teachers. The only interaction I’ve ever had with any of them was during classes - but even that was strictly just about the class materials. Even if they were probably worth talking to. The nurse, especially.
[Well, not sure yet. But things could get busy tonight as well, so some rest might be nice.]
In the meantime, my gaze wandered onto the duo of Inacio and Caleb again.
Rather, just Inacio.
Then, a thought popped into my mind.
Wouldn’t this be what Prushka would consider ‘wrong’?
But then, was it really ‘wrong’? And if so, how wrong was it?
Pondering about morality and the likes, I reached out towards Inacio’s being, slipping past his defenses easily. At the same time, my eyes were back on the toast that I’ve been nibbling on, and the cup of tea that I took another sip of.
Not that it prevented me from growing and twisting a weird sort of experience in Inacio’s mind.
The quiet footsteps on an old, faded carpet of a hotel room. A few dull clicks, as what seems to be a radio seems to come to life. A static noise, mixed with something else, something unclear that constantly breaks off while the radio is being tuned to the correct frequency.
Number nine
The static is suddenly gone, and some sort of a tune becomes clear.
Number nine, number nine, number nine
A cacophony of seemingly random sounds, along with seemingly meaningless words.
Who’s to know? Who was to know? Number nine, number nine, number nine...