[center][h3][url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/27e005d2-761d-4739-a0b3-6e60a54e8ac4.jpg]Wendy Wethers[/url]
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The Facility[/h3][/center][hr][hr]

Wendy was so hungry she cooperated with her captors dressing in the plain stiff white scrubs amusing herself with the idea that somewhere there was a procedural book that required all scrubs to be stiff and of a paperlike consistency. 

Once dressed she looked over her cell for that was the only conclusion she could come up with to describe it as it reminded her of a minimum security prison or state run mental institution. It was typical bureaucratic thinking at its best with little consideration how the tight budgeted sterile appearance could cause negative emotional states. Everything was white and white was cold, and bland making the emotional state of isolation even stronger; white was an empty color that magnified any stain. Then there was the total lack of other sensory input such as music, a tv on somewhere or people talking the effect like white magnifying the mechanical sounds of the institutional setting making her want to scream just to disturb it.  

[b]”Ms Wethers your door is open please exit and take a left and you will arrive in 150 feet at the cafeteria”[/b] said the voice that had roused her earlier and told her to dress.

She thought about a display of defiance for several minutes but in the end her empty stomach won out over the thought of going on a hunger strike so she exited and headed towards food and potential human contact.

The voice had told her the truth because in 150 feet the hallway opened into a large and bland white cafeteria in which she saw confused and distressed fellow human beings. Some looked as if they had been crying, others angry but frustration was the primary emotional expression coupled with anger.

Sighing Wendy grabbed a tray and walked it down a depressing selection of institutional choices happy for once that her hunger could digest any offering so long as it filled the empty space that threatened to burn her to cinders. Then once she’d collected a small mound of things selected for their high calories count rather than palatability she found herself a seat and began to eat like a shipwreck victim just pulled aboard a rescue vessel after a week or two spent in privation.

Some of those nearby watched as she surrendered any pretense of civility consuming her selections so quickly she could almost ignore how right she’d been in accessing the potential flavor and textures. Then as she was finishing a mousy looking woman perhaps five foot one inch moved to the seat across from her.

[b]”Wow that was sure a lot of food, guess you don’t have to watch your figure; if I’d eaten….”[/b] said the small woman only ceasing when Wendy held up a silencing hand.

[color=orangered]”Hello I am Wendy, Wendy Wethers and you are?”[/color] said Wendy fixing the small woman with a smile.

It took the woman about 30 seconds to answer her voice toned by amused confusion.

[b]”Amelia, Amelia Simpson”[/b]

[color=orangered]”Lovely to meet you please call me Wendy and may I call you Amelia rather than stand on any formalities?”[/color] she said with an engaging smile that had won her friends and employment.

[b]”Sure Wendy, I’d like that.”[/b] giggled Amelia before pursing her lips in obvious pause before continuing. [b]”So do you always eat like that?”[/b]

[color=orangered]”Only when I’m hungry and the selection is as limited as this institution and you are an unwilling prisoner; it is best to keep the body fueled to take advantage of opportunity or simple survival.

If your question is about volume I have had such a healthy appetite since my cancer went into remission.”[/color] answered Wendy as she studied Amelia.

[b]”If I ate like that I’d be wider than I am tall?”[/b] giggled the small woman

[center][hr][h3]An Interesting education[/h3][hr][/center]

Amelia proved to be an good source of information who also didn’t mind talking while Wendy had desert. Then more chatting after she finished a pudding. 

From her she learned that Amelia could present a good observational picture of her surrounding, facility rules, the fact that the staff rarely appeared, there had been deaths and the rumors pro and con the staff was the cause or trying to help people survive whatever they were going through.

Once they had chatted for a bit and Amelia’s conversation become personal give and take; small talk and Wendy didn’t have time, she needed to confirm her status as either Quarantine, Detainee, or Test Subject. The first choice was victim of something random as that was mindless random effect; the later two were intelligent and therefore nefarious. In the case of nefarious intentions Detainee was her first choice because the later might mean going back to being halfway dead to satisfy or prove some theory or develop a biotech weapon.

It was time to pick the brains of everyone Amelia knew or that they met as they patrolled the corridors careful of the rules and idea the staff watched everything and heard everything. She made sure their actions also displayed only curiosity in her part and not a thirst of Leadership which she knew would focus even more attention on them.

She kept her responses to neutral and giving way when pressed by her conversation partner showing submission rather than agreement no matter her own feelings on the matter as she worked on a proper picture of her situation. She didn’t let her own questions stray far from what was observable, she let whoever they bumped into speak after she'd said hello or Amelia introduced her.