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damned_institute2012-02-03 02:39 am
tightsofmight) wrote in damned_institute2012-02-03 02:39 am
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Night 61: Meeting Room 1
He had already been taken once. And Sora, having confessed to being here longer than anyone else in the joint, was probably exempt from both brainwashing and a night under the gentle knives of the terribly bored doctors at Landel's. So saying that he was not expecting a visit from an orderly just before the going got going and a demand to follow him out of the room was entirely accurate.
Except this time he wasn't sedated.
And this time the dude was just calmly walking him upstairs.
"So...I'm not being selected for population control, am I?"
There was a roll of the eyes and a less than gentle shove into a board room - which Peter had no idea existed, much less visited in the entire time he'd stayed here - and then the orderly took a silent station by the door. Peter just stood there, gaping.
The room itself was actually rather homey. The table was made of glass, the walls were painted in some kind of creamy not-so-white looking colour and speckled with happy little nonsense paintings, splashes and shapes in a variety of hues. There were water pitchers on the table. And little mints.
Peter frowned at them. Should he...
Yeah, he had just gotten dumped suspiciously into a room by his captors for none of the usual reasons and he was still in possession of his mental faculties. And yet his first thought was still that he wanted to swipe a candy mint.
Wisely, Peter decided against it, and trusted in his spider sense enough to take a seat in the chair nearest to him and stayed put there. This was...not okay. All joking aside, he was actually kind of terrified that he was getting singled out for something and he had no idea what the frick it could be. Once more, he swivelled to face his tour guide.
"Did I win a luxury cruise?"
Silence.
"Is this a PTA meeting?"
More silence.
"Am I getting a promotion?"
And still the constant stoicism. No worries. Peter could do this all night.
"Did I..."
Except this time he wasn't sedated.
And this time the dude was just calmly walking him upstairs.
"So...I'm not being selected for population control, am I?"
There was a roll of the eyes and a less than gentle shove into a board room - which Peter had no idea existed, much less visited in the entire time he'd stayed here - and then the orderly took a silent station by the door. Peter just stood there, gaping.
The room itself was actually rather homey. The table was made of glass, the walls were painted in some kind of creamy not-so-white looking colour and speckled with happy little nonsense paintings, splashes and shapes in a variety of hues. There were water pitchers on the table. And little mints.
Peter frowned at them. Should he...
Yeah, he had just gotten dumped suspiciously into a room by his captors for none of the usual reasons and he was still in possession of his mental faculties. And yet his first thought was still that he wanted to swipe a candy mint.
Wisely, Peter decided against it, and trusted in his spider sense enough to take a seat in the chair nearest to him and stayed put there. This was...not okay. All joking aside, he was actually kind of terrified that he was getting singled out for something and he had no idea what the frick it could be. Once more, he swivelled to face his tour guide.
"Did I win a luxury cruise?"
Silence.
"Is this a PTA meeting?"
More silence.
"Am I getting a promotion?"
And still the constant stoicism. No worries. Peter could do this all night.
"Did I..."