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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. ]
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He never finished that journey. Something happened. One moment he was passing through the gate to Soul Society, and the next he found himself lying in a strange bed in an unfamiliar room. He had no idea what could have led him here, but one thing was obvious: it couldn't be good. Without hesitation he jumped out of bed and reached behind him for Hyorinmaru, only to find his blade was absent. Understandable...if someone had gone to the trouble to lay him in bed, they wouldn't have left his sword on his back; however, the blade was nowhere to be seen.
Hyorinmaru, he thought, extending his senses to find his companion. Where are you. Nothing. Either someone had masked his blade's reiatsu from him, or his blade was so far away now that he could not sense it. Either way, this was bad. Someone had known enough about shinigami to not only pull him from the gate to soul society and deposit him here, but also enough to make certain that he could not find his blade again, no matter how hard he tried. There was only one person he knew that had that kind of knowledge and the ability to make it happen.
Aizen.
"Aizen!" he shouted, looking around with a fury in his eyes for the traitorous ex-captain. "Where are you?!?"
He was greeted by the door to his cell opening, revealing a slender young nurse with American features and long black hair. "Hi Tommy," she said to him in the horribly patronizing manner most human adults often used towards him when he wandered in the real world. "The doctors have said that you can go have breakfast with the other patients today. Now won't that be a treat?"
Hitsugaya blinked for a moment. Something was decidedly not right here. "Who's Tommy? Where am I?"
The nurse gave a sympathetic smile. "Don't you remember? You're Tommy Winters. Your parents transferred you here just this morning. They wanted to make sure you got the absolutely best care you could get, so that you can get better as soon as possible."
Get better? Something about this wasn't right. Still, going with her was a better option than staying trapped in this small cell. If he could look around the rest of this facility, he might be able to get a better idea of where he was and what Aizen had done to him.
"Ok," he said in a flat and guarded tone. "Take me to breakfast, then." He would find answers, and get back to Rukongai as soon as possible to let them know about this new twist of fate. Were the others on his team here, or had Aizen specifically taken him? His only option at this point was to keep alert.