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Institutionalized

You woke up this morning to find everything is different. You're in a mental hospital, all of your belongings down to your clothing are gone, and the staff are calling you by a different name. They're very kind and sympathetic to you as they explain that your life, your name, everything that you thought was real was in fact just a delusion. You'd been dreaming, living a lie of a life in your mind, and now that you're here you're getting better.

If you speak to the other patients, you'll find that many of them seem to be in the same situation. Some have been here longer than others, but none have found a way out. Some of them claim they're supposed to look like something other than the ordinary-seeming humans they appear to be. But none have any access to whatever special powers or abilities they remember having.

Every now and then, though, a patient will just...vanish. No warning, no explanation given, and if the staff are asked they insist no one by that name or description has ever been in the hospital.

It could be that you really are crazy. Your life could really have been a lie. Maybe you're even inventing the other people in the hospital with you. What is real and what isn't?

That's up to you to decide.

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[And yet this is still a step up from the last asylum he was in.]

The staff all called him 'Thomas', though he insisted, and often, that it was Tardis. He was also, occasionally, confused by having the wrong parts. Not that he should have been a woman, no, he should have been a blue box.

[Not only does he believe he can jump impossibly and control the wind... he claims he has fought dragons. But the real issue is that Kain is often distressed by "darkness" in his head... and believes he has been mind controlled before. They keep him restrained most of the time because of this unstable mental condition.]

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[It's a mental hospital. There's plenty of people here who talk to themselves. But the gap-toothed redhead is the only one who spends his time singing to himself. The loss has hit him hard, the denial of his career even harder, and he's withdrawn from the doctors with their lies and false sympathy. The music is his only comfort.

He's huddled up by the window now, watching the rain come down on the flowerbeds outside the hospital. Every so often he shoots a glance at the other patients, hoping to see some flicker of a response to his song.]

There is a castle on a cloud,
I like to go there in my sleep,
Aren't any floors for me to sweep,
Not in my castle on a cloud...

[Perhaps, one day, his special pitch might return to him and when it does he doesn't want to miss it. If he stops singing that means all hope is gone.]

[When a human claims to be an octopus and has no interest in clothes, what else can you do with them?]

[Well...it's not as though he hadn't wondered more than once if he was going mad, or was already mad.

Life as a Watcher can do that to you.]

[Hermes is not immensely bothered by the mental hospital. They take care of him and tend to his needs, much as his Boss had done back when he was an octopus. It's this body that he's been having trouble with. It doesn't bend in any but the most rudimentary of ways and it's got bones everywhere in it. Locomotion alone took him a few days to master, and then his escape was halted by the concept of a doorknob.

But Hermes keeps the old traditions alive. He'd stolen an orderly's lunchbox while their back was turned and successfully smuggled it into a small dark place to consume at his leisure...and then once again his fingers collaborated against him.

So now there's a young man sprawled on the floor of the single-stall women's bathroom, a latched lunchbox in his lap and an expression of mild annoyance on his face. He's prodding the latch, trying to jerk it open, but coordinating ten bony fingers attached to two limbs is much harder than eight tentacles.]

[ Here's a particularly difficult patient; he's having some... trouble adjusting to having organic insides. He's a droid, dammit! ]

[Oswin isn't too worried either. If she's strong enough to survive a Dalek conversion with her humanity intact, she's certainly strong enough to handle whatever these nurses are dishing out. She knows what happened and no amount of convincing can tell her otherwise.

Besides, the Doctor will be along in his TARDIS any day now, once he notices she's gone, and then Oswin will be out of this hellhole and traveling the universe once more.

However, first she'll concern herself with this.]

Having a bit of trouble?

[Oswin leans against the doorframe, an amused expression on her face.]

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[He looks up at her, one arm instinctively moving to cover the lunchbox. Hm. Small one. No threat. Working fingers.]

Open. [Hermes taps the box in his lap. An octopus never uses three words where one will do.]

[Tilting her head, Oswin looks down at the lunchbox, somewhat confused. But, that's gone quickly and she's kneeling next to him in a moment.]

Shouldn't be too much trouble. Let's have a look.

[She picks it up, noting the simple latch. Strange that he couldn't get it open, but there must be some actually crazy people here. Everyone Oswin's talked to seems to be in the same predicament as her. Definitely something to mention to the Doctor.

Opening the latch, Oswin sets the lunchbox back on the ground.]

There you are. Not so difficult as you think.

For you.

[The box contains a tuna fish sandwich inside a ziplock bag, a soda can, and an apple. Hermes doesn't find any of them particularly appealing, but food is food.

His hands pat down the items before he unsteadily manages to curl his fingers around the sandwich. He moves awkwardly, like someone trying to manipulate the unlabeled controls of a robot, but eventually he managed to grasp it in his hands. Hermes lifted the sandwich to eye level, scrutinized it, and then held it out to Oswin.]

Also open. [He's seen plastic wrap around the Boss' house. He hated it then and he hates it now.]

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[Alice feels ya, bro. She's just gotten let out of suicide watch, after she finally told the doctor all the pretty little lies he wanted to hear. There's bandages around her arms and a plaster on a long cut across her face.

Not suicide. That was foolish and pointless, as she'd told the doctors. She'd been trying to cut herself open to find the metal struts hidden underneath her skin. They had to be there if she just dug deep enough, if she ignored how much it hurt and how much fluid was spurting from the wounds.

But people seemed to frown on that around here. Alice flopped into a chair in the rec room, glaring at her surroundings.] Fuck the system.

[She scrutinizes his movements, watching as he attempts to even simply pick things up. It's either a mental thing or...perhaps something more. Either way, Oswin's curiosity is piqued.

Unwinding the plastic wrap is easy enough. She speaks as she does so.]

Any reason why you took this, if you weren't going to eat anything? [Better this question than the ones Oswin has in mind. Because she's curious about this too.] Not that I'm complaining, the food here's rubbish.

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