damned_institute | Day 32: Intercom, Evening

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Day 32: Intercom, Evening

The intercom clicked on and the Head Doctor spoke with his usual fervor.

"Good evening, patients and staff! I am pleased to announce that the arrival of nearly all of our new patients will conclude this shift. In addition, we have a very delicious dinner in store for you: carved Turkey with a side of mashed potatoes and steamed, seasoned vegetables. For drinks, we have our usual assortment available, and as a dessert included with your dinner, we will be serving a slice of warm apple pie with each meal.

"I trust that those of you enjoying the company of new roommates will give them a warm Landel's welcome, and I also hope that those of you who participated in therapy today were able to find a productive time with their doctors.

"That's all for now! Enjoy dinner, everyone!"

The intercom clicked off again.

[ Please respond to this post with all dinner shift threads between roommate, putting your character's respective room in the subject line. While we have none scheduled for this shift at this time: all introduction posts for this shift's group of new characters should be made in response to this post; the introduction may then continue on to be a regular roommate thread. ]

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After an informative afternoon, it was time to return to his room until he could leave it later on. Haseo didn't expect anyone to be there---no one had shared the room with him since he'd gotten to that place---he expected the room to be as abandoned as usual. Aside from it being a painstakingly slow time between the third meal and getting to leave his room again, he didn't really have any complaints about that arrangement.

Upon being escorted to said room and being greeted with the sight of another person, well, he looked a little confused at first. 'Is this even the right room?' Haseo turned to ask about there being a possible mistake of room numbers, only to meet the sight of the door shutting tightly. Wonderful.

"..." Haseo crossed his arms and gave the boy an uncertain glance. "So, who are you?" It was nice to have company and all, but he wasn't fond of the idea of a total stranger having access to his personal space.

Given the hospital setting Sync couldn't help but assume the food to be just as bland and tasteless as it was back at Headquarters. However, he couldn't find it in himself to complain when he mistaken, setting aside his work for now to polish off his plate.

Yet just as he was about to start on his apple pie the God-General froze when he heard the door open behind him, followed by a pair of footsteps making their way inside. Green eyes narrowed when the door shut, leaving him alone with whoever else was in the room. He should've expected something like this, but what really caught him off guard was when this 'stranger' finally called him out.

That voice...!

Sync almost thought it was too good to be true, but after encountering his comrades for three shifts straight he couldn't find this to be a mere coincidence. A small smirk tugged at his lips when he realized how lucky he was, idly twirling his fork before finally answering.

"Come on now. You don't have to give me the cold shoulder, L-"

Sync had twisted his body around to get a better look at the redhead, only to come face to face with a complete stranger. His façade dropped almost immediately as he quirked an eyebrow at the newcomer.

"…You're not Luke."

What "warm welcome" he received at first was unexpected, especially since he didn't know this kid at all. Apparently it was just a case of mistaken identity though, evident from his expression and abrupt change in words as soon as they looked in Haseo's direction. The rogue let out a frustrated sigh. "Don't look so disappointed."

So much for getting an introduction.

Since he didn't much feel like standing and leering the entire time, the rogue resided to perching on the edge his own bed. He had to wonder about these repeated occurrences: That was one of many times he'd had someone go on like he was someone else. It was getting pretty old, quickly. But those strange mistakes of identity were happening too many times just to be a coincidence. He couldn't help but wonder. "Why'd you call me 'Luke' for?"

If he didn't get an answer this time, Well, whatever. It wasn't like the whole ordeal was rational to begin with.

Sync forced back the urge to groan when this kid tried to give him attitude. It would've at least been amusing if it were someone he actually knew, but getting it from a stranger was just a waste of his time. However, he knew getting cocky wasn't going to give him results. Maybe the latter had some vital information on the current situation, so it was best to play nice for now.

And if he didn't? Well, Sync had no qualms about disposing of him.

"Sorry, you sounded like an acquaintance of mine," He said, all the while concentrating on those strange markings on the latter's face. "I've already met up with other people I knew so I didn't really think it was strange hearing his voice."

The God-General sighed lightly.

"He was always a joker."

Pretty eager reception to someone he described as an acquaintance.

Haseo went about busing himself with the few things he'd acquired since arriving--his map and paper-drawing--all the while listening to what the other room occupant said. His explanation for why another name had been used wasn't pleasing, especially the manner in which it was explained: This guy made it sound like his voice didn't belong to him. The voice he had was the only thing that remained from his real world self. Other people in The World used voice modification to mask their voices in case they wanted to sound younger, older, female, or male, but Haseo used his own voice. It was supposed to be something distinct. His own.

It was possible that someone could have tried to modify their voice in order to sound like him, hell knew if he had some kind of obsessed groupie out there willing to put the time into doing it. There wouldn't be any use in debating the matter since it would probably lead to an argument. Instead, Haseo tried to turn the conversation in some other direction. "Talking like that, you almost make it sound like you're friends." Or something like friends. It wasn't really his business to pry, and he wasn't sure he wanted to know. "Anyway, As long as you don't call me that name. I have enough people calling me names that aren't mine." 'Luke' was just the latest addition to the list, others included Yuri, Rogue, Fabre, and whatever else he'd forgotten. Haseo wasn't exactly his real name, either.

"Call it what you want," Sync responded, idly watching his new 'roommate' prepare for the night. However, he frowned (partly in irritation) when the guy continued.

"What do you want me to call you then?" This guy sure was making a big deal out this, but it wasn't like he couldn’t relate. Sync knew was living off a borrowed identity no matter how hard he tried to break away, but at this point he just stopped caring. Maybe this was why he was getting annoyed with the latter, but he choked down his frustration in hopes that it'd all be worth it in the end.

"The name's Sync, by the way," The God-General offered as he went back to work on his notebook, copying down the various notes he jotted down earlier. From what he heard even the most skilled of fighters shouldn't wander outside alone, and he was tempted to test that theory at some point.

Haseo's mind was busy on studying the maps he was given when asked for a name. Absentmindedly he introduced himself to Sync. "Ryo---" Or, he almost introduced himself, but cut the introduction off in mid-sentence. Character name, not real name. The slip-up of introducing his real name had never actually happened outside this place, but when he could feel and see things like when he was himself the error was a little easier to make. Even now he had a little getting used to in order to completely adjust. Though not the most graceful of catches, he paused and stated his character name fully. "It's Haseo. Nice to meet you, I guess."

It didn't take long to finish his work, slipping off his chair to stretch before he began the tedious task of exploring his room. Sync wasn't expecting anything spectacular, but that didn't mean he didn't stumble across anything interesting either. Whilst searching around his bed the God-General discovered a strange piece of fontech, holding it gingerly as he examined its contents.

Someone had to be real stupid not to catch that slip up, yet the God-General filed it away for another time.

"I can't say I'm convinced, but I guess I deserve it," The replica laughed, idly pushing a button on the instrument and immediately regretted it when a beam of light struck him in the face. Sync cursed, angling his head away before fumbling around and turning it back off. He was about to return to his desk when the intercom came to life, scowling when the man started spewing something about a gift.

So this was the madman behind the curtain. He continued to listen nonetheless, eying the door from the corner of his eye when he heard a small 'click'. Sync could only assume the traffic with so many people rushing out, so maybe it'd be best if he headed out as soon as possible. While still gripping onto the fontech, the God-General fumbled around for his notebook and idly kicked off his slippers.

"Well Haseo, it was nice talking to you." Sync had no intention of asking the latter to accompany him. For all he knew the guy could just be dead weight, and it wasn't like he wasn't used to working alone.

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