damned_institute | Day 56: Intercom, Late Evening

Despite the rough start and the heavier snowfall, the buses managed to stay on route and on schedule. With minutes to spare, they arrived at the gates of Landel's Institute, back to the waiting arms of the military. All pretenses seemed to drop at this point, and the soldiers again took on their patented gruff exteriors. Patients were filed out of the buses in an orderly manner, eventually being escorted to their rooms for dinner in much the same. There, as promised by the personnel, well-behaved patients found their purchases among their returned possessions. A few even found new faces, though whether they brought as much joy as bought goods remained unseen.

The woman manning the intercom seemed to have missed the notice about the day's trip as her announcement remained no different from the usual. "Attention all subjects and personnel," she said. "Lights Out will commence within the hour."

A pause.

"I repeat, Lights Out will commence within the hour. All personnel: please report to your stations. The General will begin his address once preparations are underway. Thank you."

The intercom clicked off.

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The staff's treatment seemed even worse the moment they arrived back at the hospital... if it really was a hospital, anyway. Hope hadn't the time to fully examine it that morning, being as disoriented as he had been. But he wasn't given the time to do so now, either, see as he was just pushed around by the staff who kept silent every time he tried to ask a question. It didn't matter if he tried to be polite or if he yelled at them, it seemed. They seemed keen only on herding him around, grabbing onto his arm tightly when he tried to deviate from the steps, nearly tripping from the soaked hem of his jeans.

Maybe it was because it was still his first day here, but they pushed him straight into a room he wasn't sure he had been in before-- had it been the room they managed to grab him from in the morning? He wasn't sure.

Not that he wasn't ready to pitch a fit, only halted by the fact that his entire day had been one giant roller coaster emotionally and he wasn't quite on stable ground mentally.

"You could have just said you were taking me back to the room!" Hope protested stubbornly even as the harried staff (guard? soldier? doctor?) shoved him in the room and slammed the door afterward.

He startled, though, eyes wide as he saw the other boy-- no way. They weren't getting strip-searched too, were they? The search before they got on the bus had been bad enough. There was no way he was going to let people that close to him.

The sound of the door opening made Goku's instincts jump. Rolling off the mattress, he picked a fighting stance and waited for the inevitable. Rarely had Goku ever seen the other person who lived in here with him, but he was smart enough to know this wasn't him. A white-haired person stepped in instead, apparently stunned to see him. Ha, so he got the jump on his enemy? Perfect!

The monkey boy, face strained with grim concentration, kept the bed between him and this mysterious person in case a quick volleying kick in the face was required. It would have been easier if he had his staff for this, but what fun was there to be had in easy?

"You! Are you another one a'those witches?"

Day 56: Intercom, Late Evening

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SOB sorry your roomie's so retarded ;;