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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] she_is_ruin 2012-08-07 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Almost time.

After her nurse had escorted her back inside her cell, Yomi turned and watched the woman leave, listening for the click of the lock. It wouldn't be long before Landel opened their cages and let the zoo animals run free for another night--she found herself looking forward to it, the promise of action.

If not action, at least a little excitement. Some prisoners were supposedly turning into animals in a physical sense as well as a mental one. That would be fun, right?

Moving over to her closet, Yomi pulled her shirt over her head and let it drop to the floor. Aigis... she had really augmented the sesshouseki's power, hadn't she? The penetrating wound on her chest had faded to no more than a knot of red, raised scars. She stretched, testing her upper body's range of movement. Practically back to normal. As for the gash on her hip... She lowered the waistband of her pants to run her fingers over the injury. Much the same. Neither wound was going to hamper her that night.

She smiled faintly to herself. Now I know how long it takes to recover from dying. Not long at all.