damned_institute | Day 27: Intercom, Evening

The intercom gave its cheery jingle just before the Head Doctor's equally buoyant voice rang through the halls.

"Ah, and finally, our day is coming to a close! Rooms and roommates have been reassigned with care, though what great partnership can start without a good meal? Ah, yes, after the nurses escort all of our patients, new and old, back to their proper rooms, everyone will have the chance to enjoy a savory chicken pot pie, full of peas, carrots, potatoes, and of course, chicken. On the side, we'll have buttery corn on the cob and green beans, and to drink, you may choose from the regular slew of water, milk, or assorted juices, which your nurse will bring to you.

"I believe that's all for now! Phew, long day, huh? I know I'll be happy to get some sleep, and thank you to all our vigilant doctors and nurses, although Dr. House seems to have gone AWOL... Hmm... Well, in any case, have a good dinner, everyone!"

The intercom clicked off again as the nurses began organizing the patients for the small trek back to their rooms.

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A pot pie? wondered Kuchiki Byakuya, as he was led back to his room. By the sound of it, I would more label such a creation a culinary abortion. As a process, cooking was much like art: a skilled cook could wield flavor as a skilled calligrapher wielded ink. By the description provided, though, they did not have any such artists employed at the institute; rather, they had ape. Apes trained to pick up any foodstuff they desired, and toss it into a pot, and call that pot food. Idiocy.

Despite his mental complaints, Byakuya was quite hungry, and, with a long night ahead of him... missing a meal would be a terrible idea. At the least, he did his best not to taste the stuff. He was, for a moment, distracted, though: the room had two beds. Two of everything, in fact; was he to share it, then?

If so... where was the other resident?

The other resident happened to be a little late when it came to arriving in his room for dinner. Scar had wanted to figure out more about these books and his sudden ability to understand the symbols within them, but to his irritation the nurse had insisted to escort the ex-lion back to his room. Or, perhaps in Scar's case, drag him back to his room. Two legs were, after all, quite the hassle for someone who previously used four.

Upon entering he noticed another man within his room, along with the annoyance at the fact he was going to share this otherwise private space. Scar had hoped he could process all the new information in peace before deciding to stumble out into the hallway tonight, but it would seem it wasn't the case.

And not just that, but he'd have another witness for his embarrassing attempt at eating, which was another lovely way of ending a strange yet terribly embarrassing day. Hopefully, this particular man wouldn't be too much of a headache. He had enough of that already, even without the company of drooling canines producing hysterical laughter all day.

"So, we will be sharing this pleasant little space, then." He said, unable to hide the sarcasm in his voice. His remark was nearly followed with another, but he chose to swallow it. After all, he had no idea what kind of person he was dealing with.

His gaze shifted into the direction of his meal and he couldn't help but to make a face. Scar didn't quite mind the chicken (at least birds was something he was familiar with), but he didn't understand why all the extras were added to an otherwise perfectly fine meal. Not to mention that it left the inevitable question;

How in the world was he supposed to eat it?

"So it would appear; though, pleasant is hardly the most applicable word," Byakuya said, not yet looking up at his roommate. He had been, when Scar walked in, putting the finishing touches on an entry in his journal. A handy reference, if nothing else; when they escaped, it could serve as a comprehensive account of his time there. Not for posterity, of course, but, perhaps, as a report to the Soutaichou.

At last, he put down his pen, and closed his journal; that would have to do for now. It was woefully inadequate - especially on the subject on one Emily Aston, who had not seen fit to reply to his notification - but, for the moment, it would have to suffice. This done, he turned to face his new roommate, nodding once in acknowledgement. "Kuchiki Byakuya, captain of the 6th Division of the Gotei Thirteen," he said, by means of introduction; by the gaze he fixed on Scar, it was clear he expected the former lion to give his own name, as well.

His roommate obviously wasn't familiar with the term 'sarcasm', but the matter was hardly Scar's problem. The former lion went through the tedious task of trying to seat himself on his chair. After he had somehow managed, he left his questionable food be for the moment and returned his attention to the other person within the room.

"My, that is quite the title." he replied dryly, though this 6th Division of his barely told him anything. Along with the title came a strange, but long name as well.

"I am Scar."

Byakuya raised an eyebrow at Scar's chair-struggle; was the man drugged, or simply that uncoordinated? Renji had mentioned the nurses using sedatives on those who acted out... had this man, perhaps, been on the receiving end? Oh well... it really didn't matter. His sarcastic nature was already beginning to grate...

"One bears the title one earns, Scar-san," he said, the honorific nearly catching in his throat. It was so rare for him to use that most common of suffixes; those he referred to with any respect were military officers, in which case the appropriate honorific would be their rank. Still... as far as he knew, this man was not from his world; were that the case, it would not do to be rude. For all he knew, Scar, himself, was nobility.

Scar had no idea why this man had put 'san' after his name. Was it an insult? But now didn't seem the appropriate time to ask such a thing.

"Ah, yes. That is most certainly true." he replied. "How fortunate that we seem to share the same view." How could he, the rightful king of the Pride Lands even disagree? His brother hardly deserved such a responsibility. How wrong his father was to pick that fool over him to rule.

Bright, green eyes shifted back to his food. As wise as it seemed to eat, Scar didn't quite enjoy fooling around with those items again. Especially not with audience.

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