Day 65: Intercom, Evening

[damned_intercom]

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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Re: M12

[rocksthecourt]

It took Klavier a few moments to place the name "Lingormr," but the hint regarding Special Counseling helped him remember. There had been someone under that name apologizing on the board, and they had gotten quite a number of responses. Apparently, this Lingormr had been very busy last night.

The specific details of the attack caused Klavier to frown, however. There was a good deal of... odd occurrences, shall we say... in this place. He had grown to accept a certain degree of them to a point. Invisibility cloaks tended to veer more on the side of ridiculous. Casting illusions, however, could mean anything. Magic? No. But something that could be interpreted as such. Between the staff and patients like Nigredo, it seemed there was a somewhat consistent theme of people who were capable of altering thoughts, memories, or perceptions. With that, it would explain perceiving "invisibility" with regards to another. He supposed. So that verified at least one other person with that sort of thing in the patient body. Great.

"I see," he said gently. "...It sounds like it could have been a great deal worse. It's a relief you managed to escape. They aren't broken, correct?"

No casts, it looked like. Not that it was much of a consolation for such a terrifying-sounding assault, but it was one small spark of optimism within the mess. ...He wanted to ask if his friend was also alright, but in the off chance something more dire had happened to him, he left that be. A friend getting murdered in this place wasn't the sort of thing one pressed on.

Re: M12

[baniichan]

"No, they're not broken, thankfully," Barnaby said with a small nod. Although he was no stranger to injuries, the thought made his stomach turn. When it came to fighting, his legs were his greatest strength. He hated to think what would happen if he'd fractured both of them. Either way, he realized his roommate didn't necessarily have to ask after his condition. "I appreciate the concern."

And though he hated the institute for what it had done to him, and ultimately to everyone else here, he knew he'd dodged a bullet the moment he woke up this morning.

"To be honest, I'm surprised they patched me up at all," he added with faintly furrowed eyebrows. "I'd started to get the impression that they didn't care whether we lived or died, and that this--" Barnaby gestured toward their warm chicken dinners. "--was just a facade. After all, they probably had the power to move us out of harm's way when the buses didn't reach the building before sundown a couple of nights ago, but they didn't."

That was exactly why didn't trust this place to spare him or anyone else in the future. Actually, he still needed to verify whether casualties actually occurred or not, but now wasn't the time to go rifling through the morgue. Like much of the institute, Barnaby was dealing with more pressing concerns, like the lovely rash creeping up his pale arm.