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] she-is-ruin.livejournal.com 2011-05-25 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, the day had been slow and mild, with a small gain and a small loss, the loss of course being time. It hadn’t been as exciting a trip as when the landscape had shifted and the Category Ds had appeared, but Yomi was content. There wasn’t much to do without resisting the soldiers, anyway. If they actually intended the field trips to be a time for the prisoners to relax as Landel had claimed, that remained to be seen.

Back in the cell, Yomi tossed her jacket on her bed and peeled off the shirt underneath. None of the hand-me-down clothes would be suitable in a fight this time. Looked like it was going to have to be the military uniform.

Speaking of… “You kept your word,” she observed once she had taken a look inside the metal box currently storing her “belongings.” The day’s purchase--a length of dusky plum-colord silk cord--was with them, as promised. Huh. Room, board, and even spending money. Landel’s Institute was turning into a regular home away from home.