Re: ITSDA HQ (Location 7)
The new room was much better than the old. When Ashley had first arrived at ITSDA headquarters, he had been held underground "for security reasons." Not that he really cared about being under observation, but the room had been so sterile. Its white walls and sparse furnishings left very little by way of stimulation and each day brought more agitation. The white had seemed infinite. Like everything else, really... It did not wave or tremble like the world should; the white had just stood. To the young man, it belied dimension. When the powers that be realized the problem, they brought him markers and coloring books, picture guides to animals and exotic places, books of art. But behind the book was always the white, like a static filling all of his senses. They took away the markers once Boomer, a nickname he had soon garnered among the agents, nurses and scientists, took them to the walls. He got a new room. Different and the same. In truth the only redeeming quality of his first few months at the headquarters was the food, which was delivered regularly from an endless list of options.
Ashley had only been in the newest room for a day, he was still investigating it. However, it was already so much better than the previous ones. For one, it had big windows facing east, which caught the sun in the morning. The whole room had sparkled for an hour. The wall paint alternated between a subtle eggshell and a mocha, and the furniture provided a wide variety of wonderful textures: scratchy, cushy, soft, hard, cold, bumpy. There was even a small fern in the corner beside a window. There were agents in the room with him, they sat on the couch, ruffling papers and skimming touch screens. They were polite, but quiet.
Ashley stood in the corner, his face mere inches away from the fern. The plant was not just one green, but a hundred. Each leaf wriggled and waved, each stoma opening and closing. Ashley could hear them and he stood there, mouthing along with them. "Pmop, pmop, pmop." He made the noise for a while. Behind the fern the brown wall giggled, the mocha sloughing off wave after wave. The movement distracted him from the fern. "It's brown all the way down." He said after a moment. He punctuated the thought with another "Pmop."
"What was that?" one of the agents asked, looking up from his papers. "What? It's all brown, I said." Ashley turned to look at the two men. "Honestly, I'm surprised you heard me over that awful alarm on your phone. The vacuum is bad enough." He said, gesturing toward the small Indian man near the bed. The agents look from Boomer, to one another, to an empty (albeit clean) corner near the bed. As he looked at the two and spoke, his head bobbed up and down like he was watching something. "Boomer, no one's alarm..." No sooner had the word alarm escaped his lips than a generic series of beeps issued forth from his partner's cellphone. "It's noon." He said with a smirk, turning off the alarm. "Of course. I'll never get used to that. Ok, which one of us is going to the cafeteria?" He asked holding out a fist, the universal sign for conflict resolution. Without turning around, Ashley interrupted "Rock, paper; scissor, scissor; scissor, rock; paper, rock. Randy, I want miso soup, lemon jello and orange juice." The other agent's smirk widen. "I'll have a quesadilla and a water." Dropping his fist defeatedly, Randy stood. After long glare at the back of Ashley's head, he walked out the door, reciting the order in a mumble.
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