http://damned-intercom.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] damned-intercom.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2011-12-15 12:34 am

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.

Re: M55

[identity profile] tsunagari.livejournal.com 2011-12-18 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
"...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."