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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.
[ All room threads go in response to this post; please post your character's room number as the subject line of the initial post. ANY NEWLY ACCEPTED CHARACTERS MAY POST TO THIS SHIFT (but are not obligated to if you would like to wait for Nightshift or Dayshift); please refer to the new room assignments before posting. Thank you! ]
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.
[ All room threads go in response to this post; please post your character's room number as the subject line of the initial post. ANY NEWLY ACCEPTED CHARACTERS MAY POST TO THIS SHIFT (but are not obligated to if you would like to wait for Nightshift or Dayshift); please refer to the new room assignments before posting. Thank you! ]
BEST FRANS FOREVER AND EVER
"You will find others who will claim to be from different time periods, or even different worlds. For example, I'm from the year 1986. My former roommate was from the future. The roommate before that was from an alternate Earth." She paused again, hoping that the new girl would catch both of her drifts. She supposed now was a good time to move onto warning her about what happened during the night, and probably warning her about the daytime now that the military had taken over, but before that...
It was getting tiring thinking of her as "the new girl". Her real name wasn't necessary, but Erika wanted to have something to call her by and she didn't feel like making anything up.
"Are you wearing your dog tags? They assigned you a false name when you came here, and I'd like to call you something."
AND EVER AND EVER AND EVER...............
The normally chatterbox just replied with an, "Ah", unsure of what else to say. She had a million questions, waiting to be asked and yet, she found herself unable to voice any of them, no matter how much the scientist inside her was stirring. How was this even possible? And did that mean she was still on Earth? Her own world?
Jessica paused, looking around at her person and patting herself down before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a chain with dog tags on them.
"Julia Carpenter."
Oh, that was real funny. If this wasn't an elaborate setup by Roxxon or Doc Ock, she didn't know what is. (Despite the fact that Roxxon was destroyed, but... Why else would they put Julia?)
NOW YOU WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO GET RID OF HER......
"Julia, then. It's nice to meet you."
... Normally, Erika would have continued on her little lecture, but she was eyeing that plate of slop. It wasn't that the slop was more interesting, but she was wondering if it would be better to let Julia find out about the trials of the night herself. Maybe that in itself would prove to her that this roommate might actually stay around long enough to get to know her. Or maybe she was just subtly toying with the other girl for her own amusement, waiting for her to ask the right questions if she wanted the right answers. After all, Erika had worked hard to get the information that she had now, so it seemed a little unfair to expect her to ruin the surprises for her roommate.
She said nothing else, finally reaching forward to take the plate of slop. Well, this, she might as well explain this.
"Oh, this is what we're supposed to eat. Before, we were given real food... But it seems like the privilege has to be earned now." Exactly how, Erika hadn't figured out yet, and that frustrated her just a bit. Hadn't she proven herself worth it by now?
JUSTASKEIKAKU.PNG
"A privilege?"
It was an idle question, one that didn't have a lot of commitment behind it. That made sense, but it seemed relatively ridiculous to her so she just sat down on her own bed, finding that she wasn't very hungry anyways. She was silent again, thinking of what could be said or asked, before deciding to just generalize it and take whatever Erika gave her, before she went out to find her own answers. By no means did she trust this girl, but it was easier than just guessing wildly.
"Is there anything else you can tell me?"
That was good enough for now.
O-OH I DIDN'T KNOW YOU FELT THAT WAY.... o////o
That was also all she felt like delivering, since Julia asked such a crappy question. Well, with a lazy question like that, Erika didn't feel like filling in any more blanks. She thought for a moment, wondering if she should even grace that question with an answer, but in the end, the detective shrugged. Perhaps now was the time to at least give her a fair warning before she went running out into the unknown, but that would ruin the surprise and fun, wouldn't it?
"The doors will unlock soon. Then you'll be free to go." She left it at that, finally prodding her fork into the slop and hesitantly raising it up to her mouth. She was still feeling ... not full, but content from her meals at Doyleton, but it was best to get to know her dinner for the next week sooner than later. Finally, after some nose wrinkling and a mental promise to never soil her chopsticks with this filth, she put the fork in her mouth.
... Hmm. Tasted like oatmeal. Really stale oatmeal. Perhaps a trip to the kitchen was in order, and she could grab some sugar to make it halfway edible.
/TOUCHES....................
However, she figured her question wasn't satisfactory and honestly, she didn't blame Erika, but as curious as she was of what's going on, she wasn't in the mood to contemplate or analyze things. She just wanted information and then spend the rest of her time trying to figure out how to get out. For now, she just settled back on her bed, trying to keep her anxiety on low. She was freaking out bad, the longer she stayed here. Even if it wasn't showing, in her head, she was irrational and antsy and crazy. It had been a long while since she was like this and she was jittery.
She just stayed quiet, watching Erika eat the slop, frowning at the girl's rather dissatisfied expression. Gross.
/TOUCHES BACK.......... ;u;
The detective was also very aware that she was being observed, but all she did was shrug when she saw Julia frown at her frowning. There really was nothing she had to say about the state of this terrible food. Poor Julia, they were practically pampered before the military came. Now, she couldn't even have the luxury of real food. Ah well, that was the new way this place worked.
"It could use some sugar. Or any kind of flavor," Erika noted, finally deciding to eat all of it anyway. She would have preferred if her roommate had touched it so that she could observe any ill effects, but with there being no one else, she'd have to try it herself. Hopefully, there wouldn't be any interference, like last... time. Ah.
"I'd get used to it, if I were you. It's for breakfast, lunch, and dinner."
U-UGU..................
"It's fine."
A pause as she contemplated why normally, she would be a chatterbox, even when she was stressed, but here, she didn't really feel like talking. It was probably because escape was still on her mind and she was still feeling rather alarmed and of course, completely irrational and prone to freaking out. She hesitated before continuing.
"It's not like I expect anything better."
Yeah, that was good. But there was a lack of quips and she just really wasn't in the mood. The longer she was in here, the more paranoid she felt she was getting. And the angrier.
Erika had been through the same thing herself, so it's not like she couldn't make a guess as to what Julia was thinking. It probably was some grand plan for escape once the doors unlocked, because any reasonable person would probably think along those lines. Well, there was no harm in asking, she supposed. After shoveling down a few more gulps of the stale pink oatmeal (why pink? Erika had enough sense to realize this wasn't supposed to be oatmeal, so what exactly was it?), she stopped and stared at her roommate again.
"What are you going to do?"
It was an innocent enough question, phrased hopefully in a way that wouldn't offend or make her roommate suspicious. Not that Erika could blame her for thinking such things, but unfortunately, the girl was more interested in how she could exploit that for her own gain then feeling sympathetic.
no subject
"Take a nap."
She responded immediately, despite the fact that she wasn't moving. She could feel the quip and sarcasm bubbling back up, even if she wasn't really in the mood for it. It was like second nature, at this point.
"Maybe play a game of cards afterwards. You know, I really need to get some more practice in poker. Tired of losing my underwear all the time."
Her reply didn't have much emotion behind it, and she was immediately moving her gaze away. She could be friendlier because she would be here for the long run, but she didn't want to think that was true. She refused to believe it. So whatever mood she was in, Erika would have to deal with.