Day 64: Intercom, Evening

[damned_intercom]

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!))

Comments

And this is why we don't tag things at 5:45 am

[kings_thief]

Locke nodded at the explanation. He still felt bad; no longer for being insensitive, but for the guy's situation. even if he hadn't known Heine all that well, just imagining the same situation with any of his friends from back home was more than enough to sympathize.

I get it....I'm still sorry it happened." He wished he knew what else to say. He usually wasn't one to run out of words, but it wasn't like it was impossible. He ran his eyes over the food and his stomach twisted unpleasantly telling him that dinner wasn't likely tonight. Next his eyes found his journal, the corners of pages bent just as he'd left them, that was a small relief at least.

He couldn't think of a time since he'd arrived here when he wanted the night to begin; he just felt like an intruder in this room and there wasn't a place he could put himself in it that wouldn't feel awkward.

[nobleman]

That wasn't much of a response, but Guy could understand that. A situation like this was just going to be awkward for the person not involved, and he wasn't going to dump more of his emotions into the conversation now that they'd gotten the basic explanation out of the way. He wasn't okay with what had happened, but he'd talk it out with someone he was closer to when he had the chance.

"Thanks," he said, because that kind of sentiment was appreciated, despite the fact that it didn't change anything.

It didn't seem like either of them would be eating tonight, and Guy didn't think he had the focus needed to work on making his sheath either, so in the end he took a seat on his bed and fought not to wring his hands. It was so bizarre to realize that he might never see Okita again, and with so much unsaid between them. Okita had kept a lot of things from him, and Guy had to wonder if any of it had to do with his disappearance.

If he'd pried a little harder and found out what was going on with his roommate, could he have prevented this? Probably not, but the idea that he had somehow not done enough was still hard to shake.

"Did I introduce myself?" he asked as he lifted his head, dragging himself away from those thoughts. "The name's Guy." He didn't want to start over with someone else, even if Locke seemed perfectly nice, but he didn't have a choice.