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damned_institute2012-06-16 01:26 am
damned_intercom) wrote in damned_institute2012-06-16 01:26 am
Day 64: Intercom, Evening
When the cheery jingle sounded over the speakers, the Head Doctor could be heard humming a song that suspiciously sounded like pieces of "Superstar" from today's movie. Then, as if realizing people were listening, he abruptly cleared his throat.
"Good evening, patients!" he greeted after a quick recovery. "I do hope everyone had a pleasant day. And what better way to end things than with a scrumptious steak dinner? We'll be including fries on the side, as well as offering our usual assortment of water, milk, and juices. Of course, we also carry vegetarian options for those of you who don't eat meat. Enjoy!"
The intercom turned off, leaving the nurses to escort patients to their rooms.
((Please make all dinner threads under this post with your character's room number in the subject line. For updated roommate assignments, refer to the latest Lounge Post. Thanks!))
"Good evening, patients!" he greeted after a quick recovery. "I do hope everyone had a pleasant day. And what better way to end things than with a scrumptious steak dinner? We'll be including fries on the side, as well as offering our usual assortment of water, milk, and juices. Of course, we also carry vegetarian options for those of you who don't eat meat. Enjoy!"
The intercom turned off, leaving the nurses to escort patients to their rooms.
((Please make all dinner threads under this post with your character's room number in the subject line. For updated roommate assignments, refer to the latest Lounge Post. Thanks!))
F1
Again, Yomi avoided the food, opting merely to sit at her desk with a glass of water. Her katana sat across her lap, balanced with a hand on the tsuba. It was the only weapon she would really need when the lights lowered. Living and dying with a sword in hand, that was what she’d been trained for.
The sesshouseki hadn’t been part of her original plan, but it was there as well, sending tingles over her flesh as it worked to heal her. If she was going to die again, she supposed it wouldn’t be because she was carrying the sesshouseki with her. So long as it remained unwarded, it would do everything it could to keep her alive.