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Day 24: Intercom, Breakfast
And so the day came, eerily similar to what the Head Doctor had foretold. For once, things didn't seem to be so bright and sunny as they should have been in this perfect Landel's world, and ominous grey clouds lined a stark sky that didn't seem to offer much sunlight.
As the intercom gave its usual daytime jingle, however, Dr. Martin Landel's voice carried as cheerily and lightly as always.
"Good morning, patients, and I hope a productive day awaits you! Not only may some of you be having your usual doctor visits, but some of you may find new friends--and roommates--in the new batch of patients that has arrived today. Er, I don't believe I have all their names written down, though..."
He fumbled through some papers.
"...Ah, yes, I seem to have misplaced them. In any case, nurses, could you please escort Group 1 to the cafeteria along with the other patients? Thank you very much!
"Speaking of the cafeteria, I'm sure all of you are wondering what we're having for breakfast today, hmmn? Well, today we have bagels and cream cheese, along with our usual side choices of bacon, sausage, eggs, or hash browns. For the bagel itself, you're also free to put other toppings on it, such as our lox or assorted pieces from our vegetable topping selection in the salad bar. As far as drinks, we have assorted juices, milk, and water, as per usual. Also as usual, we have the choice of regular toast and cereals."
He paused, taking in a deep breath, and then sighed.
"Ahhh. Doesn't that all sound good enough to eat?"
When no one seemed to laugh at his lame joke, he coughed and continued.
"Hmph. In any case, please give a warm welcome to our new patients, and--hm?"
His assistant seemed to have come and whispered something in his ear.
"Oh..." He said gravely as he turned towards the microphone, "oh, dearie, me, it seems as if one of our patients who was supposed to be introduced today suffered a tragic accident on the way here. What was his name? Bas--no, Adam Paine? At least that's what it says in the paperwork..."
He flipped through some kind of packet, murmuring to himself.
"What is--ugh the disorganization...." He cleared his throat when he realized he was slipping up in his friendly-leader routine, and he finished his announcement. "Nurses, if any of you come across an Adam Paine, could you please report to me? It seems as if... Nurse... Hondor filed some faulty claim in the name of..."
He paused. The pallor of his face could nearly be heard in the post-dawn silence.
"...Leeroy Jenkins."
The intercom clicked off abruptly.
[ All patients from GROUP ONE should be introduced in comments to this entry. If you have someone else who's active in your room, assume that they woke up before you, and if it's someone who has already been introduced or will be introduced later on in the day, have them already gone or sleeping, respectively. ]
As the intercom gave its usual daytime jingle, however, Dr. Martin Landel's voice carried as cheerily and lightly as always.
"Good morning, patients, and I hope a productive day awaits you! Not only may some of you be having your usual doctor visits, but some of you may find new friends--and roommates--in the new batch of patients that has arrived today. Er, I don't believe I have all their names written down, though..."
He fumbled through some papers.
"...Ah, yes, I seem to have misplaced them. In any case, nurses, could you please escort Group 1 to the cafeteria along with the other patients? Thank you very much!
"Speaking of the cafeteria, I'm sure all of you are wondering what we're having for breakfast today, hmmn? Well, today we have bagels and cream cheese, along with our usual side choices of bacon, sausage, eggs, or hash browns. For the bagel itself, you're also free to put other toppings on it, such as our lox or assorted pieces from our vegetable topping selection in the salad bar. As far as drinks, we have assorted juices, milk, and water, as per usual. Also as usual, we have the choice of regular toast and cereals."
He paused, taking in a deep breath, and then sighed.
"Ahhh. Doesn't that all sound good enough to eat?"
When no one seemed to laugh at his lame joke, he coughed and continued.
"Hmph. In any case, please give a warm welcome to our new patients, and--hm?"
His assistant seemed to have come and whispered something in his ear.
"Oh..." He said gravely as he turned towards the microphone, "oh, dearie, me, it seems as if one of our patients who was supposed to be introduced today suffered a tragic accident on the way here. What was his name? Bas--no, Adam Paine? At least that's what it says in the paperwork..."
He flipped through some kind of packet, murmuring to himself.
"What is--ugh the disorganization...." He cleared his throat when he realized he was slipping up in his friendly-leader routine, and he finished his announcement. "Nurses, if any of you come across an Adam Paine, could you please report to me? It seems as if... Nurse... Hondor filed some faulty claim in the name of..."
He paused. The pallor of his face could nearly be heard in the post-dawn silence.
"...Leeroy Jenkins."
The intercom clicked off abruptly.
[ All patients from GROUP ONE should be introduced in comments to this entry. If you have someone else who's active in your room, assume that they woke up before you, and if it's someone who has already been introduced or will be introduced later on in the day, have them already gone or sleeping, respectively. ]
F12
The resolve of a soldier marching on was about all she’d felt immediately after that fateful point. She’d wanted to strike again and again until the creatures smiled at her no longer. They'd said they’d come to be conquered, to die only laughing in their own endless war. What else could she have done but see that they found that end tenfold? London and beyond was already a dying ruin. And she would leave her homeland only dust if it could no longer be saved. Her enemies would speak no ownership to even the remains of that once strong kingdom.
So even old friends had found no mercy as she'd given final orders to erase all who stood against them. She’d told even her last father figure to die. Just die there. Her will was the passion that sent her returned Count out to engage him, purpose only to destroy.
But now that old man’s face -as it had looked before- was returning to the center of her thoughts. The scent of burning flesh and hanging corpses was fading as she twisted where she lay. Hate could focus none on those wise grey eyes and the kind, withered features though. Loathing now came back most alive within her own failure as she finally began to wake from the nightmare of her memories.
Still such a child...she didn’t need the vampire here to tell her that now. She thought it loudly herself as she tried to ration the truth of her mistakes. Responsibility could always only lay with the leader -with her- in the end. Because she hadn’t stopped their deceptions from coming to fruition. Entire cities now lay in waste, countless dead and worse.
Yet the battle wasn’t fully concluded as far as her memory knew. Their enemies still lived. So she shouldn’t be stopping to revel in the past. As she stared to a blurry ceiling she knew she shouldn’t even be wasting precious moments contemplating the punishments her Organization's failures may deserve.
No logic said she should even be here. And if the bed beneath had not met her body willingly, then capture could be the only logical assumption as well. Lying here clean and unarmed, divested of all clothing save for that which did not belong to her...alone in a white walled room.
But as she wasn’t dead, then they still weren’t done. But goddammit, that was true. They. She and the Draculina, they’d been side by side. Seras. But...she remembered now. That man, what had he done? Integra felt the flare of anxiety almost immediately, but held it back as she reached for her glasses on the nearby dresser.
She couldn’t begin thinking of more hypothetical losses. Not yet. She had to keep her mind clear if she was to help anyone. Simply start from scratch if she couldn’t remember how or why she’d come to be here. If they hadn’t immediately killed her, her captors had already proven themselves fools and a lesser enemy than some. Integra could only shove every worry to the corners of her mind as she rose purposefully, intent on trying an exit through the single door. Surely it'd be locked, but-
The blonde paused at the sudden click of the handle, half expecting anyone to emerge before only a small, smiling woman appeared standing there in the narrow archway. They both addressed each other in a look of mild surprise for a moment before the stranger's smile grew even warmer.
"Well, already up then Ms.Harker? It's good to know there's still some early birds about. I suppose I came just in time or else you would have gotten impatient. Off to breakfast then, dear?"
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