Day 24: Intercom, Evening

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And once again the intercom's jingle rang out through the rooms and halls as the Head Doctor took a breath and repeated what by now must have been a fairly tedious endeavor.

"And I believe it's time for another activity period! Now that you've gotten some sun in the courtyard, perhaps it's time to take in more fresh air with a trip to the recreational field! After all, I believe tomorrow is the day when all of you will have structured activities in the greenhouse and courtyard, so now would be a good time for you to familiarize yourselves with at least one of those areas!"

The Head Doctor clearly wasn't taking into account any midnight explorations that his patients might had made. He continued, just as cheerily:

"As for nurses, please make sure to introduce Group 4's members to our current patients? I hope they all find a pleasant time here at Landel's, and I hope you all have a fun time on the field! If you want any balls or equipment, you may ask nurses for them--but nurses, I believe you know which items would be safe for patients and which wouldn't be, hmm?

"In any case, I believe that's all for today. Farewell for now!"

The intercom clicked off and the routine ended, just the same as always.

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He awoke with a scream.

That was the first thing that surprised Roland. The last thing he remembered was being blown apart, which would render screaming... just a little difficult. And before that he had been torn apart, his flesh going into Indrajit... and that irony, too, had amused him. In between the agony, of course. The 'Conqueror of Indra' had completely defeated him, its many mouths consuming his body no matter his attempts to defeat it... and then, in a flash, the tables had turned. In a flash, the Conqueror had been conquered.

And then there was the scream. Roland had bolted upright, a cold sweat on his brow as he tried to get his bearings. He swore that, to his dying day, he'd remember that scream, how it had pierced right through him...

That was the reason he didn't notice anything else until a nurse came in, all smiles and sunshine. "Mr. Dupont? You're finally awake?"

"Du... pont?" Roland tried that name on his tongue, found it quite disagreeable... then again, having a tongue to try words with was still quite the relief for him. "Where am I? And who screamed?"

"...screamed?" That smile faltered just a little, just for a moment, but then that gentle face shifted into a look of comprehension. "Oh, that's right, I'd forgotten. Mr. Dupont, this is Landel's Institute, we treat people who are 'unstable'. Nobody screamed."

That statement made the pale man frown, the words not syncing with his experiences in the least. "But I just heard-"

"It's all in your mind, Mr. Dupont. Come on, let's go outside; some nice healthy activity should do you good. Or you can write one of those little stories you're so fond of!"

Once more, that made Roland frown. Outside? A quick glance at the back of his left hand comforted him with the familiar atma of the Lightning Bolt, so it would be fine, but... still. "But... God is still-"

"Oh, come on, no need to get worked up over this 'god' business. No arguments, Mr. Dupont; you're here to get well!"

And with that, the poor leader of the Lokapala was dragged out into the new world of Landel's, leaving him to wonder what exactly had happened after the old world had gone white...