http://damned-intercom.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] damned-intercom.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2008-05-28 04:42 am

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. ]

Re: M23

[identity profile] 31st-of-china.livejournal.com 2008-05-29 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
The "thank you" was almost like an afterthought. The priest didn't care about getting one period, but the fact that it was thrown in there arbitrarily like that was almost amusing.

"I don't play anyone's messenger or gofer. Maybe that wasn't clear enough." Nevermind that he was playing one for the gods, but they were the only ones. In this case, it also very much happened to deal with something he had a major interest in.

Re: M23

[identity profile] whiteychan.livejournal.com 2008-05-29 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
The man was infuriating, as usual. "Maybe not," Hitsugaya said, biting down any additional derogatory words he had chosen. He wondered if the doctor had chosen these shift assignments entirely based on who would be the most irritating and obnoxious of the bunch.

He sat back down at his desk and quickly at the vegetables, then pushed the rest of his meal aside. Leaning back in his chair, he closed his eyes. Hopefully Sanzo would just keep his mouth shut for the rest of the evening before the doors unlocked.