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The Intercom ([personal profile] damned_intercom) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2012-08-07 12:23 am

Day 65: Intercom, Evening

As some of the clouds from earlier began to clear, the intercom jingle sounded over the intercom once again.

"Hello, patients!" came the Head Doctor's cheery voice. "I hope you're all feeling fresh and clean this evening! To top it all off, we've prepared a scrumptious herb chicken dinner for you to eat before bed. Of course, we have vegetarian options available, so please don't hesitate to ask the nurse if you're interested in that.

Also, since we have the pleasure of welcoming a few new patients into our family, some of you will be receiving new roommates. Let's do our best to give them a nice, big Landel's Institute welcome, shall we?"

The Head Doctor gave a friendly chuckle. "Well, anyway, enjoy your dinner!"

With that, the intercom shut off.

[Note: All dinner threads are posted in response to this entry. Be sure to check the Roommate Assignments if you're not sure what room/roommate your character has! Thanks.]
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[personal profile] dualistic 2012-08-07 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
It had to be a miracle. He'd gone the whole second half of the day without having to talk to a single soul, and while the alone time was good to gather his thoughts and just have a break, even Harvey had been experiencing some boredom by the time that the day ended.

Of course, that wasn't bound to last long, since the nights were never boring here, and he knew that he was heading back into the underbelly of this place to find out exactly how Landel wanted to try and almost kill them next.

Sangamon had made a good point via the bulletin board earlier today, which was that he might need to give up his voice tonight and should bring a notebook along in case he had to write things down. Not that he would necessarily have all the time in the world to sit around and scribble out messages, but it was still worth doing.

He went searching through his desk for his journal, something that he hardly ever used except to store his maps.