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The Intercom ([personal profile] damned_intercom) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2013-03-04 09:34 pm

Day 69: Intercom, Evening

Patients might hear the wind blowing outside as the intercom turned on and they were gradually moved from the courtyard or somewhere surrounding the Sun Room and back to their rooms. The wind made a howling noise, something that almost seemed to hint at what was to come when darkness hit and night began.

But for now, everything was as pleasant as it always was during the day, with the Head Doctor chiming in to explain what was on the menu this evening.

"I'm sure you all had a nice, relaxing day as you continue on your journey toward good health, but now it's time to head back to your rooms and have dinner with your roommate before lights out. Tonight we're serving some seasoned salmon with rice pilaf on the side, and for those of you who are vegetarians we have a black eyed pea soup along with a dinner roll.

"Whatever you're having tonight, eat up and get some rest! We'll be seeing you again tomorrow!"

The nurses didn't say much about the fact that some patients had roommates who had been missing for a few days now. Normally there would be someone to take their place, but that didn't seem to be the case for a few people. The mystery behind that was clearly one that was going to remain unanswered, but at least the patients had a hot plate of food waiting for them on their desks.

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redcladidealist: (Creeped out - oh crap)

[personal profile] redcladidealist 2013-03-08 02:09 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, hair sometimes fell in food while it was being prepared. It wouldn't even be the weirdest thing that had wound up in his food before, not even counting Dwarven Pot-Luck Surprise. Normally, a strand of hair wouldn't have even fazed him that much. It was just this time it felt like there was something...

"Do you normally sleep in that much if they let you?" Lloyd asked, curious, as he scooped up another forkful of food. Almost absentmindedly, he glanced at it - and stopped, brow furrowing with frustration. Dammit, not another hair. He picked this one out, too, and at least he'd spotted this one before it ended up in his mouth.

Wait a minute. Hair...? Long, black hair like-?

A chill raced down his spine, and he turned, searching the room. The hair was like that monster's. Dammit, did it follow me into here, too?