damned_institute | Day 24: Intercom, Dinner

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Day 24: Intercom, Dinner

The intercom jingle rang out both inside and outside the institute on speakers loud enough to broadcast clearly across the recreational field.

"It's been a busy day, hasn't it? Well, fortunately for all of us, it's nearly over, and we can all look forward to some rejuvenating shut-eye--that is, after dinner, of course."

The Head Doctor chuckled.

"Supper for tonight is going to consist of individual servings of chicken pot pie, with mashed potatoes and peas as sides. You may ask your nurse about the usual selection of drinks, and... Oh! Some of you might find that you have some new guests in your rooms belonging to... Group 5, I believe...? Please see to it that our new patients spend their first night at Landel's Institute as peacefully as possible!"

He paused, then added:

"Oh, and Nurse Hondor? Could you please report to my office? Thank you."

The intercom clicked off.

[ OOC: Remember how dinner shift works--everyone posts to this post with individual threads for each room. New characters waking up during this shift will do so in their respective threads, though if your roommate's player is unable to play with you during your intro, feel free to work something out so that your roommate is taking a nap or something. XD; ]

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Adelheid met that smile with a faint one of his own, not saying anything while their nurse dealt out the food for the both of them. Pot pie... interesting choice, and not one that Adelheid had ever tried. But it wasn't going to be too much of a challenge to go with, so why not?

Only once the door had shut did he finally speak up. "I have; I feel much better now. ...how about yourself? I hope that the evening finds you well."

...only after he had spoken did he realize that just by being around Larsa he tended to act more ~~British~~ polite, more like the higher-class boy he was supposed to be. Huh... perhaps that was a strength of a leader? To raise others without them consciously realizing it? If that was the case, then perhaps the boy's strange vision for Archadia might just become reality after all.

Indeed Larsa had been unaware of the other teen's thoughts, quite content to hear the blond's reply. Though he had noticed that the air was not as thick as it had been the past two days, so that was a pleasant realization all on its own.

"Indeed the day has served me with utmost generosity. However..." The child's features switched to a somewhat contemplative expression, pausing for a moment to gather his choice of words.

"... Though I've barely made my stay, t'would be hard to make no note of the influx of 'patients' having arrived here. 'Tis almost as if it had doubled since the day prior." It was an observation that found much worry in the child. Nearly everyone he had spoken to that day had only just arrived, so it was excusable that he feel in such a way.

"I agree, we've been almost inundated with new arrivals. Before we came to this hospital, there weren't nearly as many patients, and more arriving wasn't so common. Now there's more announced every shift, more swelling our ranks with every passing day... though that might yet be to our advantage. The more we have on our side, the harder we can push against the Head Doctor, and the more talents we can bring to bear. Assuming that this isn't also planned out, I must amend."

Adelheid frowned as he leaned back on his bed, resting his head on his hands as he found his gaze shifting over to Larsa again. Mere children, like Larsa and Tamaki; young warriors, like Adelheid and Edward; all the way to supernatural powerhouses like the shinigami and Alucard. What was the plan behind getting such a disparate group of individuals together? Why the monsters? Why the games?

Too many questions, not nearly enough answers. Adelheid shook his head, trying to clear it. That would be of utterly no profit to any of them. "You say that the 'day' has been generous to you... what of night time? I hope the rapier has been of at least some use to you?"

"Is that so?" Larsa piqued up, tilting his head slightly as he allowed himself to mull over the thought. "Much of what you say may be true, but with more there is always a greater chance for error, greater chance for betrayal. But of course, the good outweighs the bad, as reluctant as I am to acknowledge it."

Adelheid also wasn't the only one taking odd glances at the roster of characters that appeared here. There was too much variety and too little pattern for him to catch the logic of who had been chosen. T'was fortunate that his search for those who've lived shorter served fruitless. Yet Larsa knew well that age was not the factor of wisdom, and there were several others who simply had far less experience of the world than he.

"This Institute has mocked my efforts, as I hardly traversed past the Sun Room before the day revealed itself." Larsa confessed with a sad smile.

"I am more than grateful of your offer, yet it has not fully served its purpose. T'would also mean neither my guardian nor I have been harmed, but..." He ended his sentence with a sigh, conveying the frustration he felt in doing so.

"Precisely as you say; there is a great chance for betrayal, but at the same time, events are so construed as to minimize the chances for that betrayal. Most of us wish to return to our homes; of those who do not, many resent the Head Doctor by principle. So long as we take prudent measures, I believe we may yet turn this to our advantage."

The boy softly smiled as he said that, his mind churning and trying to think of all the options. There was so much potential in Landel's, so many possibilities, that the mind almost broke trying to comprehend it all. Perhaps that was the great scheme beneath the scheme? To dilute all of that potential, so that it couldn't all be gathered and focused?

The more Adelheid thought, the more he thought his brain was going to overheat. Not what he needed, with alchemy practice soon to come. "Some nights seem to pass only too quickly," Adelheid reassured the boy, "simply try again, and in time you'll accomplish far more. Just be sure to survive; there is no shame in retreat if the situation is too great for you and your guardian."

Not that Adelheid himself retreated often, if at all, but Larsa deserved that bit of advice. Especially since he had someone protecting him; if that was the case, it would be up to him to make sure everyone survived. A heavy burden, but now Adel wasn't so certain that his room mate couldn't handle such a responsibility.

"I suppose you've a point in that, in all of what you say really." He confessed to Adelheid with a smile, carefully flaking off the top of his potpie and chewing at its contents.

Though speaking of his guardian, more than a slither of guilt had coiled at the pit of his belly; guilt built up in that he would not plan to meet Gabranth that night. It was cruel in many ways, but Larsa had reluctantly decided to separate with him, if only for one night. The child had many reasons, one in what pattern he had noticed ever since they've come, another of showing Gabranth that the values of other lives equate his own, if not more so.

To put simply, Larsa refused to shed the man of his title of 'Gabranth' until he proved himself capable of bearing his former name.

"Thank you, Adelheid." Larsa nodded slowly to the blond, his cheerful smile radiating the youth he still possessed. "For everything. And though you ask not of much, I will find ways to repay my debts, even if it means to offer my peas for an entire fortnight."

That last comment made Adelheid chuckle, the thought of being offered peas as payment rather amusing to him. But the thought behind it was touching. Something... almost like his own thoughts, but kinder somehow. More of a noble explanation than what Adelheid himself usually offered.

"You've already offered more than you know," the taller teenager said after a moment, standing to his feet so he could start stretching. Nightshift was always an ordeal; he'd need to make sure he was ready for it. That meant he'd need to be in as perfect condition as he could manage; especially now that he had his more debilitating wounds healed. So, with a smile, he added, "Please feel free to give your peas to those less fortunate than myself, I insist!"

His own, naturally, lay untouched on the plate.

"Ah, and I should warn you; I offered our room as a meeting grounds for those who wish to speak with me tonight. I hope that you do not mind my presumption?"

Despite his etiquette, Larsa couldn't contain his laughter at Adel's choice of words, having to set his plate aside in fear of dropping it to further make a mess of things. It would take a moment for the child to calm himself, rubbing at his cheeks to drain the color out of them.

Of course, he knew when it was time to prepare for the upcoming night. Resting his plate on the dresser, Larsa began to stretch on his bed, targeting his arms and shoulders before allowing himself to continue at the lower extremities.

"You need not worry, for nay will you find any protest from me. Though all I ask is that they respect the space of those whom dwell here." Or in simpler terms, refraining from taking the note he was planning to write Gabranth of his whereabouts. Quickly pushing down the guilt that swelled up, Larsa made a grab for his journal and began to write.

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