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: M84

[identity profile] ol-canucklehead.livejournal.com 2008-06-02 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Logan did his best to keep cool, but could feel the anger rising as the Spider spoke all the same. Easy, bub. Keep it ta'gether. He'd said the doctor 'knew too much', which just confirmed Logan's suspicions. He said so. "Soun's 'bout righ'" He growled. "I knew it. They know who we really are, wha' we c'n do. They know an' they wanna exploit us...somehow." It wasn't much to go on, but the puzzle's pieces were starting to fall into place. And this particular puzzle was far from fun. His scowl deepened at Parker's next line.

"Reincarnation, huh? Not impossible." He'd remember being told that he was a reincarnation himself. Of the Hand of God, no less. Of course, he didn't believe a word of it. His brow furrowed further at the notion of being given future memories. But then again, after the amount of mental tampering he'd gone through, he wasn't quick to dismiss that, either.

"Food fer though' kid, n' somethin' ta file away fer future discussion." He stiffened at the sound of the intercom. "Tha's our ride, pal. Stay safe out there, n' don' keep yer buddy waitin'. If we both make it through tha nigh'..." He smiled, confident they would. "I'll speak ta ya tomorrow. Keep yer eyes open." With that, the knife was out again, flush against his arm, his small frame already dropping into his favoured fighting stance. With one swiftm graceful move, the door was flung open, and he disappeared into the inky blackness beyond.

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