http://damned-intercom.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] damned-intercom.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2007-05-30 05:54 am

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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Re: M42

[personal profile] norainu 2007-06-02 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"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."