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Day 59: Intercom, Evening
As the day began drawing to a close, the intercom flickered to life. Instead of Harrington's voice, however, Berg's calm tone filtered through the speakers.
"Attention all personnel: please escort subjects to their quarters for the duration of dinner shift. After that, you are expected to report to your stations -- no exceptions. Anyone caught away from his or her post without direct orders will have to personally answer to the general."
An odd tension hung in the air, but Berg didn't say anything more than that. Once the intercom clicked off, soldiers began to gather up the patients and bring them to their rooms. Most didn't know why Harrington wasn't handling the announcements, or why Berg sounded particularly serious this evening, though no one would admit that to the subjects themselves.
The few who did know had more pressing matters to contend with.
"Attention all personnel: please escort subjects to their quarters for the duration of dinner shift. After that, you are expected to report to your stations -- no exceptions. Anyone caught away from his or her post without direct orders will have to personally answer to the general."
An odd tension hung in the air, but Berg didn't say anything more than that. Once the intercom clicked off, soldiers began to gather up the patients and bring them to their rooms. Most didn't know why Harrington wasn't handling the announcements, or why Berg sounded particularly serious this evening, though no one would admit that to the subjects themselves.
The few who did know had more pressing matters to contend with.
no subject
But there wasn't much he could do but sit on his side of the room and try not to make eyes at this guy's behavior. It was pretty amusing until the man had said something that slapped the smirk right off his face.
Was that how he sounded when he groused? Surely, he couldn't be that bad! Luke knew he hadn't been the most pleasant person to be around when he first left Baticul, but--
"Oh, I'm Luke. Luke fon Fabre. I'm n--" The redhead, in one of his limited moments of craft, changed the flow of his sentence. "I'm your new roommate, I guess!" Yeah, that had been real smooth. If his friends were that suspicious of other people then Luke was taking no chances with strangers! It was no business of his if Luke were new! His friends might have worried, but but Luke totally had this
"So, who're you?"
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"Chipp Zanuff. Are you new here? I just woke up last night." Was this kid here long? Maybe there could be something else he could learn before heading out into the night. Any bit of information was going to help, especially since all Chipp knew about this place so far was that there were monsters, soldiers, and fuck-all they could do about either. Damn, this place was grating on his nerves.
He looked around again, maybe trying to see if he could find a way out sooner, but his eyes fell on that pile of pink slop and he just gave it a look of great contempt before turning his attention back to Luke. Well... Even if they were stuck here, a thought struck him. Luke was still a person here, right? So it was worth giving it a shot. He got some progress with Harry and Sora.
"Hey, can you vote?"
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"I actually woke up here this morning," Luke confessed. So much for pumping the guy for some information. He had gotten plenty of bad news from Guy, but nothing about how to get out of his room at night. If Chipp had been here a night already, the redhead hoped he knew what he was doing, but before he could ask, a new question popped up that Luke had no clue how to answer.
"Can I vote? Vote on what?" Maybe giving this guy the benefit of the doubt hadn't been the right way to go after all.