damned_institute | Day 60: Intercom, Evening

The intercom jingled at its standard time, with the Head Doctor still in his over-the-top, jovial mood. It seemed not even the evening light could keep down the love he held for his job.

"Good evening, everyone! I hope your soul is filled with music from last shift; I know mine is."

There again was a stretch of silence. When the Head Doctor continued, he sounded marginally disappointed.

"But now it's time to wind down the day with a bit of dinner. Tonight, we'll be serving turkey breasts and quality gravy, with sides of garlic mashed potatoes, steamed broccoli, grilled asparagus, and a small salad. For dessert, we will be having pumpkin pie with optional whipped creme. As per usual, we will have our vegetarian alternatives and a wide selection of drinks available. Turkey lovers, be sure to take advantage of the food; it'll be an entire week before you can have this delectable meat again."

He chuckled at the statement. One might have labeled it as dark.

"Anyway, enjoy! I will wish you all a good night momentarily!"

The intercom clicked off.

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Finally, finally, it was dinner time. The distressed nurse from this morning was back and huffier than ever, but this time, it was because Claire barely allowed her a chance to stay caught up to his pace. Before the end of the shift, Claire had seen the response from Miss Utena on the bulletin board. They would be heading for the ballroom place again tonight after all! Last night had been an amazing adventure, so of course Claire would be looking forward to it!

He couldn't wait.... though perhaps he could wait if this was the sort of dinner they were serving, after so many endless days of pink gruel. And he'd thought the chicken sandwich from lunch time had been like a breath of fresh air!

There was still no roommate in M3 when they arrived, though Claire couldn't be bothered to care when there was turkey and pumpkin pie to distract him. His nurse gave a sigh of relief when she closed the door on him digging into his mashed potatoes with gusto. He could set aside his impatience until after the meal.

If he wasn't so familiar with these halls by now, Badou might have wondered if his nurse was leading him down some lesser-known corridor to finally do away with him in a way that looked accidental enough for the institute. (So something with teeth and knives and maybe 'this guy was such an ass' graffitied onto the walls in his blood.) Thankfully, after a lot of prodding the woman he suspected capable of gory murder, she'd informed him tersely that he'd been moved since 'Lance' had been discharged some time this morning.

Oh. Well. Damn.

Badou shut up after that. There wasn't really anything else to say. At least once he got inside, his roommate looked like a normal enough guy, so maybe he'd get lucky twice or something.

"Hey," Badou waved once before he set the tray down on the unclaimed desk and sank into the chair. He'd been pigging out all day, but he still had plenty of room to shovel gravy and mashed potatoes into his mouth.

"Gotta say," He swallowed. "I missed the food. I'm Badou, been here a few weeks... you gonna eat that pie?"

Day 60: Intercom, Evening

M3

SORRY I'M LATE ROOMIE ;A;