Niikura's attention likewise strayed as the intercom came on. Now that he was a little more awake, he could actually pay attention to what Landel was saying--wait, that couldn't be right. Landel was out. He and Mark were in cahoots. "Hmmm..." Were they reusing a recording from a previous day? It would certainly explain all of that static at the beginning; all previous intercom messages had never had that sort of issue, at least not the ones that he'd paid attention to.

He made a face. "I wouldn't get my hopes up. No one's gonna be able to enjoy all that stuff for real unless they're whatchamacallit. The right rank." Niikura stood up with a groan as he stretched his stiff legs. "So for us, it means time for more pink oatmeal. Fun times." Dismally, he knew that he'd eat it all too.

"Anyway, nice talkin' to ya. Don't be a stranger." With a half-hearted wave, the teen limped into the slow-moving train of people making their way to the cafeteria.