http://damned-intercom.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] damned-intercom.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2011-05-24 12:43 am

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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[identity profile] see-my-back.livejournal.com 2011-05-25 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Sakura had mixed feelings coming back to her room. While today had been only slightly productive, it was better than nothing. And even if she did feel a little guilty spending her money on hair care products, it wasn't like they'd have let her bring back a weapon. Especially considering the body search they'd gone through. She understood routine and procedures better than most, but it didn't make it any less annoying.

When she was escorted back to her room, she was surprised to see the real food, rather than pink goo, nevermind how nice and sociable her escort was being. While they'd confiscated the products for the ride home, he told her, they should be in the metal box with her name, along with her other belongings. While she was sure he meant things like her flashlight and pens, when he left and she opened the box, it was everything that'd disappeared the night before. What the hell? Clothes, weapons, test tubes, razorblades, Jiraiya's dirty novel, all of it was here.

She left the box on her bed, closed, while she sat down to eat her meal. After pink sludge, it was surprisingly welcome and though suspicious, in much better spirits.