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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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Re: M99

[personal profile] brokensmolder 2012-08-14 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
"The Once-ler?" Eugene asked, eyebrow raised. If the Once-ler was perplexed about Eugene's relationship with Rapunzel, Eugene was equally perplexed about that introduction. Was it a name or a title? Title, probably, though there was really no shortage of bizarre names in this place. Where were the normal names, like John and Mary? Heck, he'd even take an Olaf at this point.

(He had a healthy respect for the Olafs of the world; he'd known a couple as a kid. That was not an easy name to bear.)

Deciding that 'the Once-ler' was a title and not a name, Eugene asked, "And I should call you...?"

Of course, in a pinch he could just fall back on the reliable "hey you!". It wasn't like he was overly concerned with offending people or anything.

He had opened his mouth to say something else, but the intercom cut him off. The knot that had been in his stomach since last night twisted itself into a sailor's hitch and he paled visibly. Nightshift had come and Landel's sadistic plan was about to enter its next phase.

"You're not...feeling sick, are you?"