damned_institute | Day 25: Intercom, Evening

The intercom clicked on with its usual jingle, the Head Doctor's voice carrying with a bit more authoritative ease than it had earlier.

"Good evening, patients, and I'm pleased to announce that we've finally finished organizing when our new batch of patients will be introduced, and unfortunately, it'll have to be tonight while you're all in bed. Truly sad, that, as I'm sure all of you are eager to see our new faces as soon as possible!

"In any case, the dinner that will be brought to you tonight will be herb-marinated pork roast with buttery corn-on-the-cob and fluffy mashed potatoes. Of course, we have our usual vegetarian salad available to those who request it, along with our regular assortment of drinks."

He paused and sighed. After all, it had been a long day.

"Oh, of course--Some of you may be unhappy to hear that Dr. Crane and Dr. Jiyani will no longer be serving us here at Landel's Institute. For those of you who were scheduled to have sessions with them, we'll be providing a substitute group therapy session in upcoming days. More details on that tomorrow.

"I believe that's all for now. Enjoy your dinner!"

The intercom clicked off.

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For a first full day, Citan had found the hours to be rather unsatisfying. He hadn't learned anything new, hadn't gathered any further information. That was unsettling. He supposed he had a bit of a feel for the place, but nothing further.

Most disappointing.

Night would, perhaps, bring further opportunity. He waved away his nurse politely and made a line for his supper. At least they were well fed.

"And how are you this evening?" he asked his roommate, cocking his head and looking at him closely. Was the other man all right?

HK turned his head to blearily stare at the meatbag. "Shtatement: A cshertain meatbag thought it would be real funny to put pain medsh in my food. Lotsh of them." Vicodin, or whatever it was called. At least it was numbing all the bruises he had gotten today.

"Oh dear."

Citan shook his head and clucked his tongue apologetically. "At least it was in your food - you'd be far worse off if you'd taken anything on an empty stomach." Drugs went to ones head far much faster that way.

"I'm sure the effects will wear off shortly."

"Shtatement: I hadn' had very musch food before then. I wash goin to eat more that meal, an' then that blashted meatbag deschided to do shomething 'clever'."

"Th' meatbag got himshelf shedated. He did shtill manage to fall over on me on purposhe, though." HK's face and demeanor barely ever changed, but it was quite clear from his voice that he was now sulking. "Even without shedation, he'sh got barely enough brain cellsh to function." Oooh, that stupid, perverted, really heavy meatbag.

"Drink plenty of water," Citan suggested, starting in on his own dinner. Did fights often break out between prisoners? That could prove useful. He stored that information away in the back of his mind.

"Generally flushing the system takes care of most pollutants introduced to it. Of course it's best to flush it immediately."

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