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damned_institute2012-07-30 11:37 pm
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Day 65: Music Room (Third Shift)
He must have been reading the bulletin board for longer than he thought, because it seemed like he had barely started conversing with the woman before the intercom crackled to life again to announce the beginning of a new shift. The Once-ler settled on a grilled cheese sandwich for lunch, and asked his nurse about the Music Room that had been mentioned.
A part of him had been hoping for a chance to relax by having a good old guitar session; such hopes were quickly dashed as it became apparent that the Music Room lacked the necessary instrument. And based on the posters that decorated the walls, he assumed that the CDs provided would not fit his more contemporary tastes. Rather than bothering to search the collection while supporting himself on his crutch (he was starting to really grow tired of it), the Once-ler settled down into a comfortable chair in the center of the room.
Having a bagged lunch, combined with the presence of recorders in the room, made the whole setting take on a school-like vibe. Still, any food was better than nothing, and his appetite was reasserting itself again after a fairly unsatisfying breakfast.
[awaiting Skulduggery]
A part of him had been hoping for a chance to relax by having a good old guitar session; such hopes were quickly dashed as it became apparent that the Music Room lacked the necessary instrument. And based on the posters that decorated the walls, he assumed that the CDs provided would not fit his more contemporary tastes. Rather than bothering to search the collection while supporting himself on his crutch (he was starting to really grow tired of it), the Once-ler settled down into a comfortable chair in the center of the room.
Having a bagged lunch, combined with the presence of recorders in the room, made the whole setting take on a school-like vibe. Still, any food was better than nothing, and his appetite was reasserting itself again after a fairly unsatisfying breakfast.
[awaiting Skulduggery]
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He was still holding the lunch bag and juice box. While the juice itself seemed perfectly fine, he wasn't going to risk it, and there was no way he was touching the brownie with a ten-foot pole now.
This time, the Once-ler set the offending food items down, and nudged them aside with his foot. He was going to swear off eating for a while.