damned_institute | 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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Hisoka forced himself to take a step back (not literally) to organize his thoughts. They were just about everywhere at the moment and being drugged was no excuse to have it that way, regardless of how difficult it was. He shook his head.

"I'll find them." It was better than tagging along like a little lost puppy and he was sure Renji had other, far better things to do. Summoning his courage and any deathwishes he may have had, the boy picked up his fork and took a bite of potatoes.

The texture was definitely.. odd. To put it simply. But his roommate was right, the food itself was not that bad. Like the quasi-eggroll had been.

"It's about who they say I am, but that makes little difference to me. Everything has been 'normalized', but they still know too much regardless of if they think my empathy is 'psychosomatic' or not."

"Okay," Renji said. He'd offer. He wasn't going to push; Hisoka was a Shinigami, so he ought to be able to take care of himself. And maybe Hisoka could do something similar, though he kind of doubted it since the kid hadn't even known what spirit threads were.

He watched Hisoka at least make an attempt at eating, then returned to his map drawing.

"I bet all the files are like that," he said. "Tryin' to make us sound normal. I just wonder, why go to all the damn trouble? Unless maybe most of the staff's not in on the game." Which was a little annoying, since it meant that it was a lot less acceptable to hurt the nurses and such in the process of escape if they were, in fact, innocent bystanders. "And yeah... it's worrying that they know so much. About Shinigami, especially." He frowned. "I died when I was 'bout four or five, so most of my 'life' happened in the spirit world. So how the hell would they know about that? And do they just know events, or exactly what we can do as well? They didn't mention any of my spirit abilities in the file Wilson showed me."

Hisoka scowled, pushing the potatoes around on his tray.

"The head doctor wants to screw with us, doesn't he? Why the hell he's doing it is beyond me, but if there was ever a way to fuck with someone's head it'd be to slowly make them believe everything was just a lie." Whether or not he was succeeding and how much he was doing so was yet another unknown that the boy would leave alone. Hisoka quietly watched the potatoes slide off the spoon as he listened.

"In my world, there were a few living people who knew about shinigami. One of them even had the means of traveling between the two realms and Martin Landel appears to be much stronger than they are by far. Not only that, but he has the ability to choose what times he wants certain individuals to be brought here, would it be such a stretch to say that maybe he can see into their pasts too?" Hisoka frowned thoughtfully at the idea. "Then again... there's so many people here... he'd have a lot of work to do."

And Doctor Martin Landel did not seem the type to want to waste time looking at each new captive's past which only left the boy even further in the dark.

"As for our abilities... I'd think they'd have some idea. They limited each one, but they didn't remove them entirely."

"I think that's exactly what they're tryin' to do, with these new names and everything. Break us for what, I don't know, but... if I was an evil bastard, I bet I'd love to have a bunch of people like us under my control." He frowned. "Though that doesn't explain some of the people here, like that Tamaki guy. He sounds pretty worthless. Unless maybe he's got some hidden potential."

He frowned. "I don't know. I just don't know. We need more information, and that's just not happening."

He put the finishing touches on the map for Hisoka, labeling the rooms he knew about that hadn't been on Namine's map. "Maybe they do about our abilities. But to us, it feels like they've just put a powerful binding on our reiatsu. So anything that uses a lot of that energy... just not happening. I don't know how it feels to other people, though."

He carefully tore the page from his journal and stood, then put it down next to Hisoka. Then he lifted the mattress of his own bed to retrieve his katana, still wrapped as it had been last night. He tied it around his waist. It made him a little sad; almost made him feel like he had Zabimaru back, except for that continued, terrible feeling of emptiness. "At least some abilities, they can't take from us."

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