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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!))
Re: M27
He did, however, know that he didn't like it. At all.
There had to be something he could do—there just had to be—but first came dinner. After lights out, he could see again about trying to fix things. Fix everything. (Or maybe even before. He could always try his sonic screwdriver on the lock.)
Byrne was already in the room when the Doctor was let in by a nurse. "Hello," the Doctor greeted, pushing the matter of Brainaic 5 from his mind temporarily. He headed for his desk, pausing before he sat to inspect his roommate briefly. He didn't exactly look like he was enjoying dinner, but at least he looked like he was in one (complete) piece. "Did alright last night?"
Re: M27
Names aside. He looked up from his food to give the Doctor a smile. Not his best one by any means, but hey, at least he was trying. "Hello," he greeted in return. As for his question... "Well, I'm alive, and that's good enough for me right now."
On a good day, Byrne probably would've chuckled at that. But today - or hell, the entire time he'd spent in this damn place, actually - had been far from a good day. "Still, last night was quite the mess. What about you?"
Re: M27
"Well, same as you, really: I'm still in one piece, and that's something," he answered, managing a smile. "But I'd be just as happy not to repeat the experience."
If he were to admit it to himself, last night hadn't been that bad—dangerous, sure, but exciting nonetheless (once he'd made sure Donna was safe). He'd gotten out of it alright, Donna had, and Byrne had, but they were just a fraction of those who'd been thrust into the same situation. Had everyone gotten through? Had some people been injured? Were some maybe even dead?
Maybe thinking about Brainiac 5 was the better choice after all—marginally. "Though all things considered, I'm not sure which was worse: last night, or today."
Re: M27
So why would the Doctor be saying it was bad? Had Byrne missed something?
"What do you mean?" The prosecutor's polite smile changed to a mixed look of confusion and concern. "I didn't think there was much that could be worse than last night." Especially since another patient was mostly to blame for what happened. And those nurses, the birds, those dead bodies in the entry way--! It made him shudder just thinking about it.
Re: M27
The Doctor wondered if he should elaborate. Surely Byrne had at least heard mention of the visitors—maybe even gotten one himself—but... Well...
He sniffed, and suddenly his demeanour was far more chipper than a moment ago. "Still, I suppose last night was the worse of the two after all—a lot of people could have been hurt. At least today was safer for everyone." Even if it may not have been safer for the heart.
Re: M27
"You, too?" the prosecutor asked; the concern was even more obvious on his face now. "I mean, I've never had one, but you're the third person I've talked to who's brought it up before." And even still, Byrne didn't know too much about them, or why they were around. What he did know seemed kind of fishy, though. Why would Landel bother bringing brainwashed familiar people here and then not keep them prisoner like everyone else?
Then again, why did Landel bother doing this mental hospital cover-up to begin with? When everyone here knew exactly what was going on?
Well. Digressing. Byrne could agree with the Doctor's other sentiment; both sounded quite bad, the visitor and last night, but last night meant everyone was in danger. A visitor just meant one person was screwed with. Didn't mean it didn't suck, but at least it wasn't lethal to them.