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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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This is wrong. This is all wrong... Why am I in a bed? Where is my helmet and shield?
Then he looked down and saw his own body. His eyes widened slowly with realization and horror as he discovered the full brunt of what happened.
Where the hell is my body!?
He didn’t even let Dr. Light repair him. Who could have gotten close enough to move his programming into another body? Most importantly though, what were they using his body for. He then figured out he only knew one person with the expertise and motive to steal his body.
Wily, I swear, I’ll find you and make you pay for this. If anybody is hurt by my cannon, or if my core explodes…
Protoman sat on his bed. His thinking and senses were highly irregular. His thinking came in spurts, without him using a query. His senses didn’t provide him with readouts and numbers, only vague… feelings, he guessed would be the word for it. What kind of second rate robot was this?
The door started to click open, as Protoman leaped into the air, landing on the desk and using it as cover as he readied his protocannon. At least that was his plan. In actuality he fumbled on the bed, rolled off it towards his chair bruising his side as he slammed against it, and threw he fist out towards the incoming nurse.
Wincing, he thought; well that’s a new sense. Up to touch, sight, hearing and pain now. What sick man programs pain into a robot?
“Now, now. No games Mr. Light. You have to learn to act your age. It’s time for breakfast now, come with me.” The nurse held out her hand to the bewildered Protoman.
Mr. Light. That is one sick joke Wily.
“Can you tell me what this place is?” he asked, without moving.
“I’ll explain it on the way. For now, all you need to know is that you’re safe here. You can rest up and get better here.” She said as she took his arm and guided him out of the room.
Is that it? Was I… damaged? But why would I be separated from my body? Is this one of Wily’s tricks or is Light trying to be hospitable? …Damn! Too many questions for now. I guess I should play the role of honored guest either way.
And with that Protoman left the room with his escort, listening closely to what she said, and examining the hallways she led him down.