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Day 20: Intercom, Morning Shift
The intercom came on with a friendly click.
"I hope you all had a very good breakfast, as we're going to be beginning our therapy sessions for the day!" The Head Doctor sounded as sane and pleasant as ever. "Nurses, would you please escort Group 1 patients to their respective doctors as they become available? Group 2 patients should go to the Arts & Crafts room. The guided activity for today is going to be constructing gingerbread houses with frosting, gumdrops, candy canes, and other assorted non-toxic materials."
Although the familiar sound of papers being shuffled could be heard, it seemed as if their weight and number had dwindled since nightshift; it would be safe to say that this was the last batch of patients for the day.
"Our new arrivals, of course, will be joining Group 2 in the Arts & Crafts room--Daniel Adams, Jack Doughter, Ryou Itou, Sean Li, Jess Matthews, Peter Snide, and.... Harry Houdini. Well, I suppose some people must still carry that surname! Heh... hehe. Ahem."
He coughed and cleared his throat.
"Moving right along! Nurses and orderlies, you've been trained on how to carry out the therapy for today; make sure it all runs well. And, to our doctors: You have with you briefings of all your patients, and, if anyone should get out of hand, make sure to call in other members of the staff for your own protection. Thank you."
The intercom clicked off.
[ OOC Note: Each doctor will make their own post, to which their respective patients will respond independently. That is---if, say, Washu makes a post, her patients will respond to that post and each patient will have their own separate back-and-forth thread between the doctor and themselves. A new round of doctor-posts will be made to this comm for Group 2. The Arts & Crafts room can be posted by anyone who wants to take it up, as per usual, and from now on, please make sure your intro posts stay as responses to this intercom post, even if they involve LE RESISTANCE? Thanks! X3; ]
"I hope you all had a very good breakfast, as we're going to be beginning our therapy sessions for the day!" The Head Doctor sounded as sane and pleasant as ever. "Nurses, would you please escort Group 1 patients to their respective doctors as they become available? Group 2 patients should go to the Arts & Crafts room. The guided activity for today is going to be constructing gingerbread houses with frosting, gumdrops, candy canes, and other assorted non-toxic materials."
Although the familiar sound of papers being shuffled could be heard, it seemed as if their weight and number had dwindled since nightshift; it would be safe to say that this was the last batch of patients for the day.
"Our new arrivals, of course, will be joining Group 2 in the Arts & Crafts room--Daniel Adams, Jack Doughter, Ryou Itou, Sean Li, Jess Matthews, Peter Snide, and.... Harry Houdini. Well, I suppose some people must still carry that surname! Heh... hehe. Ahem."
He coughed and cleared his throat.
"Moving right along! Nurses and orderlies, you've been trained on how to carry out the therapy for today; make sure it all runs well. And, to our doctors: You have with you briefings of all your patients, and, if anyone should get out of hand, make sure to call in other members of the staff for your own protection. Thank you."
The intercom clicked off.
[ OOC Note: Each doctor will make their own post, to which their respective patients will respond independently. That is---if, say, Washu makes a post, her patients will respond to that post and each patient will have their own separate back-and-forth thread between the doctor and themselves. A new round of doctor-posts will be made to this comm for Group 2. The Arts & Crafts room can be posted by anyone who wants to take it up, as per usual, and from now on, please make sure your intro posts stay as responses to this intercom post, even if they involve LE RESISTANCE? Thanks! X3; ]
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His own room was far more inviting for a man like him--guns, girls (or pictures of them, anyway), and a sink and toilet for when he wanted to pay any kind of special attention to that last pleasure. Not a one of the other crewmembers cared to come in, which was fine by him and fine by them. Jayne didn't particularly like people sifting through his belongings, and by "didn't particularly like," he meant he'd lay a punch in the face of anyone who tried to lay a hand on Vera or any of her similarly potent sisters before they could even think a whit about it.
And it was darkish in there. Not like this.
The white that had arrested his eyes as he'd woken up had made him immediately jolt up and wonder if the doctor was finally going to exact some revenge on him for the mess back on Ariel, but some easy looking and walking around made it all too obvious that this here weren't the same medical bay as he remembered. There was a desk, for one, and a closet, and the stingy, tangy scent in the air reminded him an awful lot of St. Lucy's.
Must've been a gorram Alliance facility! Jayne's eyes narrowed and he let out a growl, searching his person for any kind of weapon and coming up with nil. The guay had happened? That "Operator" guy had been the last of that mess, hadn't he? They hadn't even had a chance to pick up dirty cargo or become bait in one of Mal's stupid plans yet!
The mercenary found himself distracted by a far more pressing matter, staring down at the grey clothes that weren't none of his, along with the big, yellow logo on the front of his shirt.
He blinked. It wasn't something he recognized, and considering the strange and dangerous manner of folk and factions he'd come across during his travels in the Verse, he wasn't sure if that was good or bad.
His lip curled, intense eyes narrowed as he glared towards the door and started forming an idea in his head of how much shoulder it would take to bust the thing down.
That's when it opened, and Jayne found himself staring at something a sight prettier than a purple-belly.
"Mr. Matthews, sir?"
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"Guess the Alliance finally learnt how to treat folk, didn't they?"
The woman--who was dressed in a white uniform that looked something like a nurse's--forced a small smile, and Jayne's smirk fell as two men appeared behind her.
"Mr. Matthews, we've gotten some warning that you tend to--"
Too late. Jayne had already shoved the vixen aside and tackled the guy behind her, shoving him to the floor with large, strong hands just as the other one grabbed him under the arms. He was about to use the back of his heel to knock the second guy in the shin, but to his surprise, the lady hadn't stayed down and had instead rounded to his front. He jerked forward with his teeth when he saw her unsheathing some kind of gorram needle, he tried his best to to get his arm out of its direction, but only succeeded it making the sting more painful as she jabbed it into his skin.
"Now," the woman's voice was already getting faint as his head fell, spinning, to the ground. He stared at the wall and tried to use his arms to pull himself up, but it seemed as if they'd fallen like weights to the ground.
"Shee-niou whore..." He growled out through a slur. His eyelids were getting heavy and noises were getting muffled. It was all he could do to hold onto reality before it was going, going, gone.
"Now, play nice."