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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The last shift had been more than useful when it came to information gathering. At the very least, the genome could prepare himself for the role that was to come, for the plot that would be played on this rather peculiar stage.

Kuja allowed himself to be escorted back to his room. He eyed its other occupant with mild curiosity only to leave him be for now, the sorcerer decided to investigate the current room he was in. For all he knew, perhaps he could find something he could use for the coming night. To his disappointment, the only thing that could be used as a makeshift weapon would be the flashlight. A sigh as escaped his lips as he finally settled on his desk to eat his dinner.

He supposed it would be naive to think escaping the cage would be easy.

Even when leaving the field, Albel was still in an incredibly foul mood. He entered his room with a firm scowl on his face as he plopped down in his chair, not even paying attention if the roommate would be here or not. He somehow couldn't really care about the other maggot, anyway.

Thus, he ate his dinner in silence.

Farfarello staggered just a little as he made his way back to his room. The deliciously unfamiliar pain in his head was distracting, very distracting, and he kept having to remind himself to pay attention to things like walking, going in the right direction, and not bursting into hysterical laughter where the nurses could hear him.

When he entered the room, the smell of food brought him back to reality just a little. Chicken and potatoes, from the smell of things. Ah, home again home again; potatoes, potatoes, everywhere. ... He did like them, though. Damn Irish blood.

Settling down to eat, Farfarello tried to think how to prepare for nightfall. It was uncertain if Schuldig would be up and about by then, but Crawford would probably want to fulfill their 'obligations' to the prospective employer anyway, even without Schuldig. In any case, Farfarello wanted in on the promised violence.

The one down side of the fantastic agony in his head was that it made thinking and planning rather more difficult. Well. Eat first, think later. And didn't he have a roommate of some sort? There was someone asleep in the other bed, this morning. Probably. It was hard to remember, what with the rage and the sedation that followed his waking.

And, the day was over. Kurama released a heavy sigh as he was led back to his room. It could hardly be called a sigh of relief, his thoughts already racing ahead to dealing with Omi. Being locked in a room with each other didn't leave any chance of avoiding the other boy.

Fortunately, Kurama seemed to be the first to arrive at the room, since the Omi was nowhere to be found. Well, at least he wouldn't have to explain himself straight away.

Taking his tray, the redhead sat down at his desk, laying open his journal and scratching various thoughts into it as he absently picked at his food. Was he anxious? Possibly. Omi was the last person he needed to smooth things over with, and the one he wanted to be on good terms with the most.

Sakura found that her room was empty when she returned from the previous shift. Still a little steamed about everything that had happened with Zabuza assuming she was Naruto's girlfriend, she took the flower that she was still holding onto from Gaara and slipped it into the pages of her journal, an otherwise empty book. It wasn't smart to record anything in a book that could be easily found at night. Maybe later it could be used in some elaborate escape scheme, but until she knew more, that wouldn't be the case.

Dinner didn't look too appetizing, but upon actually trying a bit of the 'pot pie', Sakura found that it didn't taste nearly as disgusting as it looked. It was certainly a different sort of flavor, but it wasn't what she imagined prison food would taste like by any stretch of the imagination. Seated cross-legged on her bed, the pink-haired kunoichi ate her dinner quietly, building up her strength for the shift to come.

After a rather interesting recreational shift with a certain replica, Xemnas allowed himself to be escorted back to his room. The Nobody didn't expect any roommate to show up now, however. For two nights in a row, he had spend the dinner shift by himself. He liked the little peace it provided, as it gave him some time to think.

Taking a seat at his desk, he instantly began on his meal while planning on his direction for the current night. As he munched on his food, he considered various possibilities where he could acquire something of use. As he mentally thought out the route he would take, he reached for his journal to look over the notes he had written thus far.

Recluse waited impatiently for the nurse to leave. He wanted to start preparing for the night- but none of that could happen until his new roommate had been led in and the nurses left.

He ate slowly, watching the door. Finally, there was going to be something to look forward to during the nightshift- that idiot on the message board promised a fight. Recluse smiled, bordering on a snarl. Nothing that he had seen from the man so far had given him reason to think he would present too much of a challenge, but he was angry to the point where it hardly mattered who suggested a fight, he was ready to kill someone. Not cleanly, either. Stress from his (admittedly short) stay here hadn't been given chance to vent.

Killing someone slowly would make things better. Recluse watched the door, waiting for his roommate to arrive so he could begin preparation without disruption by the staff.

Most of the day proved to be fairly uneventful, and Inara was almost thankful that the charade would soon come to an end as she was led back to her room. She and her roommate had not met up thus far, but she'd seen the other woman sleeping from time to time and was at least assured of her existence. The night was always busy, and she would hope to accomplish something this time.

For the time being, the Companion sat alone, taking dainty bites of the pot pie and side dishes. It was incredible how well the institute treated its patients during the day. Incredible and horrifying at the same time to know about its true colors.

Omi smiled politely at his nurse when she finally ushered him in. It had taken him a bit longer to make his way in from the far outside of the field than was probably strictly necessary, but he didn't really want to be here right now.

He took his tray over to his bed, not once looking at Kurama or saying anything. He settled with his back to the wall, comfortable but obviously defensible. If they could just eat dinner and then wait for nightfall in silence, he would be happy.

As soon as that door unlocked, he was so out of here.

Most of the day had been spent recuperating from the strain the previous night had had on Saïx's body. Not only was he restricted with a weak resistance to the beast, the recovery period seemed much longer and drawn out. As he sat down to eat, alone at the time he entered the room, the Luna Diviner found that he suffered only a slight twitch from time to time. His control was returning, though he was in a decidedly more foul mood then he was used to expressing. Habit of a body that still remembered what it was like to have a heart.

Mechanically, the Nobody ate the meal provided. If only for something to do until Night again came. Perhaps he would confine himself to the room for the evening, lest he jeopordize the Superior's chances of getting something done again.

Kurama didn't look up from his journal, but he paused to take notice of Omi as he entered the room. He expected the boy to say something, so it really didn't take long to sink in that he was being given the cold shoulder.

Well, if Omi wasn't going to initiate this, Kurama figured he might as well. There was an uncomfortable silence throughout the room, and letting that hang there would only make sure both of them were less than happy for the entirety of dinner.

"...Nothing to say to me?" he finally spoke, gaze still fixed on his journal, the soft 'skritch'ing of his pen accompanying his words.

Omi was quite happy with the silence, thank you.

He didn't look up from his dinner, only pausing in his eating long enough to speak. "Nothing I would want you to use against my team."

Perhaps that was a little harsh, but Omi didn't really care right now.

It was difficult for ZEX to wake at first, and he found that opening his eyes didn't make the world seem any more in focus. All he could see at first were fuzzy shapes, and when they settled down, there was two of everything. Double vision...?

He raised a tentacle to check his eye, to see if maybe something had happened to it while he'd been sleeping and found that he didn't have a tentacle anymore, he had some kind of rigid, fleshy thing with a flat broad end with small structures at the end-

An arm- a hand- a human hand-

ZEX tried to speak and made a garbled sound through a mouth too close to his face, tried to sit up and investigate and instead fell out of his bed completely.

Where am I?! What's going on?!

Rukia was only too glad to get away from Jack after the turn their conversation had taken at the end of the last shift. She arrived in her room to find it empty, and the nurse ushered her in with a tray of food. Rukia did her best to be polite, and the nurse bustled off with a cheerful, "Goodnight, then, Shiori. Enjoy your dinner!"

Sighing, Rukia rubbed her temples again and went to the bed to check for the metal bar. Thankfully, it was still under her mattress, so she sat down at her desk to eat. The "pot pie" actually smelled quite good, so Rukia started eating. In between bites she made some notes in her journal, wondering what was going to happen during the night...

Kurama was a little surprised by the rebuke, his pen pausing on the surface of the page. Yes, he had said some things he shouldn't have at breakfast, and lunch had been one long downhill shoot, but purposely using something against Omi's team?

He frowned thoughtfully. "I'm not sure what you mean. I haven't used anything against your team. What reason would I have to do that?"

Jack wasn't in the mood to put with anyone else at the moment. His discovery in the sunroom had sent him a clear message- specifically, "no one knows who you are, so you can't count on your healing to save you". It wasn't as if he had possessed his powers long, but they had already saved his skin on several occasions, which had allowed the renegade Fable to be a bit more bold than his past would indicate. Now it appeared his choices were "run away like a little girl" or "die humiliatingly".

Speaking of little girls, Jack had no idea who this "Recluse" was. He toyed with the idea that maybe he was just another little girl or scrawny teen. Afterall, that was all Jack had seen here thus far. And he could handle either of those, right?

Arriving at back at his new room, Jack's face fell. A well built man with a quite prominent scar was already there, eating. Normally, Jack wouldn't have minded the company (at least, at this point of the evening), but this man's presence made something painfully obvious to him: there were plenty of experienced fighters and Jack couldn't rely on the foolish notion that his opponent would be smaller or weaker than he was. Jack groaned.

He should probably introduce himself anyhow, he decided as he sat down to eat, as his silence thus far (not to mention his behavior and swelling hand) was probably a bit awkward. Plus, he didn't need ANOTHER person rubbed the wrong way today. He had to live until his death-fight. "So," he finally ventured after a couple of bites, "Come here often?"

At least a few things had been accomplished today. Renji still needed to talk to Qui-Gon, but he definitely did not want to have that conversation in front of Captain Hitsugaya. Hopefully he'd be able to catch the man alone on the next day.

Renji wasn't certain how he felt about the whole pot pie thing, but considering his small and interrupted lunch, he was hungry enough to just wolf it all down and not pay much attention.

As he started eating, he pulled out his journal and started sketching out the second floor map that Namine had given him, from memory since he'd handed his copy over to Hitsugaya. It was best to do these things while they were still fresh in the mind. And it helped get them set in memory. He figured Hisoka would probably appreciate a copy as well.

Jack was still feeling rather bemused by his encounter with Rukia, if a little off balance because he'd been talking about the whole getting left behind thing. He was in a good enough mood, though, as he followed the nurse back to his room. This one was old and a bit fumpy, but he flirted with her anyway, even though she ignored him. It was the principle of the thing, after all.

He sat on his desk and started working on his pot pie, just relaxing before the night started. He'd be meeting up with Gin, so that was pretty much all the plan he needed for now.

"I don't know." That was part of the problem. He honestly hadn't seen where Kurama would have anything to gain from what little Omi had told him. "Do you need a reason?"

He continued eating, still outwardly ignoring Kurama. He needed to set boundaries now, or he could slip up again. He didn't want to fail his team again, especially since he already wasn't who they expected him to be. He'd messed up, and now he had to fix the problem.

Saïx scarcely paid his roommate any mind when he entered, focusing instead on finishing his meal. He was hardly what one would call a people person, partially due to the fact that he was a Nobody. A part of him instinctively envied those who still has possession of their own hearts. Again, memories of what it was once like to have true emotion playing on his moods. How aggravating.

When the other man finally spoke, Saïx shifted his gaze to regard him with one eyebrow raised at the swollen hand. What sort of question was that? Perhaps he was trying to be funny. Xigbar often utilized a form of humor similar to this.

"Indeed. The food is exquisite." His tone might've been dry were it not so utterly emotionless. Perhaps this brand of humor was not best suited to a Nobody.

The drugs were wearing off. Kurikara sat cross-legged on his bed, silently fuming when he could string that many coherent thoughts together. They hadn't given him a strong dosage but it had been enough to keep him pretty out of it for the better part of the 'shift' he'd missed.

Kijin was not strong enough to do any of this. He may have been very like the Golden Emperor but he did not have that kind of power. Kurikara would know. So...potatoes. He liked potatoes. But only when they...DAMNIT.

"SHUT UP YOU BASTARD I'M TRYING TO THINK!!" Kurikara threw a rather ineffective slipper at the speaker-box. Even the dessert was better than this.

He would have blown it to kingdom come but there was very little of his ki remaining. He leaned back against the wall, closed his eyes, and tried to focus on getting the drug out of his system. Even this small amount of ki should be enough to take out a few...nurse...nurse Sohryuu?...

Kurikara snorted. There was a mental image to remember.

Ah, what had he been thinking about? He shook his head. Meddlesome human children.

"Emphatic: No! I will not ingest any more of this dead meatbag than of the last one that was offered!" HK was not happy about the idea of dinner. But unfortunately for him, the female guard was not taking no for an answer. She stood and watched, arms folded until he finally stabbed his fork into the 'pie' and ferried the piece of foul-smelling stuff to his mouth. The unfamiliar feeling of organic matter in his tongue made him gag, but he forced the food down his throat. The (so incredibly sadistic) guard found this acceptable and left.

HK pushed the tray away from him and sat on the edge of his sleeping pallet. He just wanted to go home to his Master. Being a meatbag is so depressing!

'That was enthusiastic,' Jack thought sarcastically. 'I'm so glad we have this time to talk, buddy.'

Still, the man had responded it, be it without a hint of emotion. Jack tried again. "Yeah, no kidding." He stabbed some peas with his fork and held them up. "There's nothing I love more than institutionalized vegetables. They're never fresh, but they do try so hard to convince us otherwise. Mmmm..." He shoveled them into his mouth and grimaced.

It was probably too soon to ask his room mate about his scar.

Do you need a reason?

While Kurama didn't show it visibly, that retort cut a little deeper than he would have liked. In the past, no, he wouldn't have needed a reason to turn against someone. No reason except that it was in his favor and in his power to do so. He had been terribly heartless back then, hadn't he? Something about which he felt both proud and troubled, depending on the personality that held sway over his thoughts at the time.

Kurama closed his journal, turning in his chair to give Omi his full attention. "Well, yes, it's to be expected. Usually one would need a reason to hurt someone they like. And you haven't given me any such reason."

Faust was in much better spirits after the last shift. There were hints of drugs in his future. He smiled at the nurse, who seemed relived that Faust wasn't going to attack him the way he'd attacked the other male nurse that morning.

He was left on his own, no roommate in sight, and he sat down to eat and work out a plan. Notebook beside him, he started to write.

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