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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Said roommate arrived shortly after. He sat heavily at his desk looking over the dinner laid out before him. It was nice to know he didn't need to worry about trading his anymore, but given that this was about the only nice thing to make of the day that wasn't saying much. It wasn't a meal they were given often, but he found he had a hard time giving a damn.

He was still running the conversation with Guy over in his mind. He needed to be able to warn others about the dangers of the basement, but according to the other man this would be an impossibility. The only way to find out for sure would be to try. The fact that he hadn't already tried was troubling enough, but that could always be blamed on his current state of weariness.

The ninja gave his roommate a half-hearted glance and nod of greeting. He wasn't even certain what he was going to do that night, but he might as well eat his dinner while he pondered it.

Sechs was in the middle of stuffing a large piece of turkey into his mouth when Sai entered the room. The ninja's quiet demeanor and sullen nod instantly told Sechs that his roommate likely had no good news at all. Sechs glumly returned the silent greeting with a nod of his own and turned back to his dinner.

Still, any information could help, and Sechs needed something to pass the time until he was free to explore the basement again. Once he managed to swallow down enough food to clear his mouth, Sechs spoke up in the silence.

"That sure was one hell of a night yesterday, huh?" he said, gulping down what was left of his mouthful of dinner, "Know anything about what happened and what got that Landel bastard back in office? I'm pretty much in the dark about how Landel got back and kicked out the whole army in one night!"

"...I do not." Sai just shook his head. As far as the past night went, it had been something of a waste for him. He must have passed out before night even started, because he'd slept through the whole thing. It wasn't entirely surprising, as moving around throughout the day had been taxing on his injury, but it was disappointing all the same. At the very least, he could have met up with one of his team mates to check on them in person. Though anything beyond that would have likely been a no-go. He wasn't all that helpful to anyone in his current state.

Not that the Institute wasn't doing its best to rectify the situation. At the rate his wounds were healing up, he could be back out doing the usual nighttime activities soon enough. One might almost think the Institute encouraged this. It did, if the past few days had been any indication. They wanted them out and exploring.

What they would do now that they'd completed the basement tasks (if indeed they had) would be anyone's guess.

"It did seem as though he had some help from our supposed rebel forces."

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