http://damned-intercom.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] damned-intercom.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2007-10-03 06:00 am

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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M80

[identity profile] plaguedred.livejournal.com 2007-10-04 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
He hadn't really talked to his roommate before; he raised an eyebrow at the partnership comment as he heard it. Sure. He'd buy that, well, when they were out of here.

Still, he didn't have a good sense of who the man was, and there was no point in alienating anyone here.

(Well. Almost anyone.)

So Krauser went back to M80 prepared to chat.

Re: M80

[identity profile] devourthem.livejournal.com 2007-10-06 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
Being hardly convinced that this partnership his fellow Tuner was trying to organize would work, the redhead was in his particularly foul mood, glaring holes into the back of his nurse's stark-white uniform. Arriving at his room, she gave him a condescending smile, wagging a finger in his face. "Now, get along with Mr. Morris, all right? I don't want to hear about you trying to..." she paused, looking for a verb that wasn't 'eat'. "...disagree with him." Clearly, she wouldn't soon be forgetting his trying to eat her face. Even now, he had to grit his teeth to keep from gnawing her finger off. A quick pat on his head, and she shuttled him into the room, shutting the door tightly.

He snorted at the sight of his roommate, moving past him to the unoccupied bed, roughly pushing the disgusting human meal away from him. It was probably for the best that Roland had promised food later on. His stomach was empty enough that he had almost tried for the nurse's throat again.