Day 27: Intercom, Evening

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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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Re: M13

[screwthegods]

Homura watched Ken as he spoke, studying the man for the telltale signs he wouldn't realize he'd given off, little things he wouldn't want to betray. Like his frustration at the loss of memory, and the omission of what followed when he came downstairs.

"What happened then?" The demi-god could make his own assumptions with the frustration, but Homura wanted to know exactly what the Institute made its victims do.

Re: M13

[gentiana-clusii.livejournal.com]

He always had been bit too open. Ken was generally an honest person--both with himself and others--and he had little need or desire to hide his feelings and moods. Ken shot a glare in Homura's direction, neither very intense or very warning--he was too tired, just the wrong side of hurting too much.

"What do you think? They made me fight." Ken's fists clenched. "Or made me want to. Whatever."

Re: M13

[screwthegods]

The demi-god had suspected it, but the confirmation was what he was after. He'd never encountered a brainwashed patient before, nor had he seen the torture that took place. But he was hardly finished, Ken's glare having as much effect on him as a dust speck.

"And do you remember that? Fighting for them." Again, Homura had another suspicion, based on Ken's anger. But his voice was more serious, thoughtful now. A subtle difference, but real.

The power to control minds. It was a frightening thing, and something that went against Homura's morality. Heaven would pretend they offered a person a choice, but here they simply stripped it all away.

He would fight much harder if they came for him.

Re: M13

[gentiana-clusii.livejournal.com]

Ken snorted. "Yeah. I remember." And that was why he was going to kill them. Whoever was responsible. He shifted to the foot of his bed and grabbed the glass of water sitting there. "Everything from when I was downstairs until I was knocked out."

Ken had fought against those who could control minds before. He'd experienced it before himself. But he'd always been able to break away--defeat whoever was behind it. He hadn't been able to this time, and it pissed him off.