Day 67: Dinner

[damned_intercom]

"Goodness, is it really already time for dinner? Time certainly does fly! And such a lovely day, too. I certainly wouldn't mind having a nice cup of cocoa out on the patio or something..."

That was how the Head Doctor greeted them, although it apparently didn't take him long to realize he'd gotten a little off topic.

"Now then, it's time for the nurses to escort you all back to your rooms, where you'll have the opportunity to tuck into a scrumptious plate of turkey and gravy. And, of course, we always carry vegetarian options for those who don't eat meat. We also have our usual assortment of water, juice and milk.

"Also, some of you will be receiving some extra help in warding off whatever bug some of us have been catching. Please take care, everyone, and be sure to wash your hands! I'll talk to you all again later. Enjoy your dinner."

The intercom clicked off, leaving patients with the prospect of preparing for yet another grueling Nightshift.

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[thisisyourgod]

"Trolls are nocturnal by default," he pointed out, honestly glad that the conversation had turned away from whatever had been done to his arm. There were exceptions to this rule with trolls, of course (Kanaya came to mind) but it wasn't worth it to get into the whole hemospectrum. "I don't know these weak as fuck human gander bulbs still managed to keep some of that, but I guess they did."

He supposed he should clarify. "To answer your question, I can see almost as well as I could at night normally, which would have been as well as you humans see during the day, but not quite. Things are a bit darker and fuzzier around the edges. It's still something, at least. I'd hate to have been practically blinded at night as most of you are." How did they stand it, having all those shadows they couldn't see into?

[repelling]

Nocturnal by default? Interesting. Although Uryuu preferred to keep his mind ever on the complications of the institute, the place seemed to actively work to make it impossible to accomplish anything on that front. His mind could use the break and be allowed extraneous interest, and there was plenty of that, with so many hailing from different worlds. If he stopped and thought about it... he was rooming with an alien.

An alien with a persistent unique way of phrasing things. Gander bulbs made sense; like someone abusing a thesaurus to describe things.

He turned more in his seat, more toward Vantas-kun, peering at the younger boy -- trying to make out from this distance if his eyes looked in anyway unusual. Did they have or retain a tapetum lucidum? ...would they thus reflect light like a feline's? Not that he would be able to tell by looking now; perhaps if he shone a flashlight directly into his eyes.

...That would definitely go over well.

"Practically blinded is something of an exaggeration; like I said, we get by. You, of course, have an edge. Kind of them to let you keep that."

[thisisyourgod]

The extra scrutiny caused Karkat to shift awkwardly in his chair, though he tried to ignore it for the most part. If Ishida was looking for any strange differences in his appearance that made his night vision obvious, he wouldn't find any. Though the idea did make Karkat himself wonder if there were any differences. He knew his eyes distinctly showed his troll blood color from glances in the bathroom mirrors, and that was bad enough. He'd always feared what would happen once he aged enough for that to show on Alternia.

"Yeah, well. They owe me something for making me human anyway." It wasn't much in the way of compensation, but at least it was something. Though it might still not make Lloyd believe he wasn't human originally, that jerk.