damned_institute | Day 26: Intercom, Evening

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Day 26: Intercom, Evening

The intercom clicked on with its usual jingle, the Head Doctor clearing his throat before he made his last shift-changing announcement of the day.

"Well, now that everyone is clean and having fun, I suppose it's time for everyone to be escorted back to their rooms for dinner! Yes, yes, I know the game room can be entertaining and doctor sessions can be fulfilling, but we only have so much time in the day, don't we?

"Ah, and speaking of dinner, tonight, we'll be having an old favorite--seasoned steak, a baked potato, and peas! Yum, yum. You also get a choice of vegetable soup or caesar salad--just tell your nurse which you'd prefer--and may also choose from our usual variety of drinks."

He made his usual pause, perhaps contemplating what the night would have in store once the sun fully set. Now, however, wasn't the time to reveal such musings, and so he ended on his usual cheery note:

"That's about all for now! I hope you all enjoy your suppers."

And again the intercom turned off.

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Raccoon City. What, were there cutesy little woodland animals running around and bouncing off walls? The Fable shook his head and tried to clear that image from his mind. This Wesker guy didn't look like the sort to put up with that sort of setting.

"Raccoon City, huh? Interesting town name."

"It was an interesting town," Well, the town itself wasn't too interesting, but the things hidden beneath it, and around it, were. Like the Umbrella labs, and the training facility outside it.

And Wesker was glad to know that John did not recognize the name of the place, that would make things simpler.

"'Was'?" Jack cocked his head. "What happened to it?"

He cut off a piece of steak and stuck it in his mouth. "Y'know, you'd think if they could afford to feed us steak, they could provide us with more stuff. Or at least more comfortable beds."

"It had to be blown up," And Wesker firmly agreed with the decision to nuke Raccoon city. Blowing up the entire area and incinerating everything was the only sure way to get rid of the virus.

Which was the reason that all Umbrella facilities were wired with explosives. It was quite handy.

"Ah, well, that's perfectly normal," Jack said with a mock casual tone. "I'm sure there are lots of towns that get blown up."

Did he care enough to ask WHY it had been blown up? He looked his roommate over again and decided, no, not really. Instead, he took a sip of his drink and continued to eat his meal.

"There wasn't anyone living in it anymore," Wesker explained, doing his best not to frown. Raccoon city was a disaster, even by his standards. Placing the labs in that area had been so incredibly idiotic. They could have at least placed them on islands, or better yet, in the antarctic, where an outbreak was much more manageable.

The steak was pretty good, not the best he'd had, but it wasn't horrible. Wesker had to wonder if he would have that opinion if he still had his enhanced senses.

'Anymore' was probably the key word, but Jack had already made up his mind that he didn't care to pry further. "Ah."

He mused over the fact that Wesker was wearing sunglasses inside. Was it really too bright or was he feigning blindness? Or maybe he had been ripped from some '80s dimension where he was a die hard Corey Hart fanboy.

Anything was possible.

"And where are you from?" It was a useless question but he might as well ask anyway. Wesker might even get an interesting answer. Certainly, this was more entertaining than his last room-mate had been.

"New York," The Fable responded without hesitation. He realized he probably should have said California, since his alias for the time being was one of a famous Hollywood director, but he had only spent five of the last couple hundred years in Tinsel Town. The majority of time had been spent in Fabletown (or jail), which happened to be in New York.

Hopefully he wouldn't get the "European" vibe so many people seemed to get inadvertantly. He also hoped he wouldn't get the "old" from his eyes, which was also a very popular discovery. Best he steer the conversation away from himself.

"So, how long you been here, buddy?"

Ah, New York. Wesker had very little love of cities, or the people who lived in them, though they were a great place for corruption, and to have corruption uncovered. So busy, and so many people.

"Roughly a week," That was about how long he had been here, and he didn't feel like giving a specific answer.

Wesker did notice how quick he was to turn the topic away from himself. Did he have something to hide?

"Huh," Jack mused, still forcing food into himself. "That long? What's keeping you from leaving, big guy?"

Jack wondered if Kougaiji would realize he was no longer in M54 and sighed, realizing that he would probably have to track the other down come nightshift...

"I haven't been trying to leave," Wesker did not want to leave until he knew exactly how this place operated. There was so much knowledge here to be gained, and he didn't want to leave until he had all of it.

"And don't call me 'big guy'," He was not fond of that sort of informal address.

Jack smirked. "Should I just stick to 'pal', then?"

He knew better than to torment his room mate, but it was just too good to pass up.

"You may call me Wesker. If that's too hard for you, Captain or Doctor will also work. If two syllables is more than you can handle 'Sir' will do," Wesker really did not like being called by things other than Wesker, but he did have acceptable alternatives.

Jack arched an eyebrow. "Right."

He would call this fuckwit whatever he wanted, but now was probably not the time to tell him that. He was still in a good deal of pain from his fight and he didn't need it worsened.

Wesker had the feeling that John was not going to listen to him, which was unfortunate, but he could deal with it. After all, he only had to be with this man during dinner.

He returned to his meal. Wesker wanted to make sure he had plenty of energy for tonight.

Jack snorted and noted that Wesker didn't seem interested in talking anymore. Was he that sensitive about nicknames?

"Heh," The Fable laughed outloud, "So, you're one of those serious, no nonsense sorts, aren't you?"

"Correct," Wesker was beginning to wish he had his old room-mate back, at least then he wasn't bothered quite so frequently. It was preferable to dealing with this guy, who was either a very convincing actor, or an idiot.

Jack nodded. "I'm sure we're gonna get along just swimmingly, then."

Jack didn't indicate whether or not he meant the comment sarcastically or not, though given his character, it wouldn't have been a hard guess.

Wesker decided not to respond to that comment. It wasn't worth dignifying with a response, so he merely finished eating his steak and sat back, waiting for night to arrive.

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