Day 34: Intercom, Noon

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"Good afternoon, patients, and I am glad to see our new arrivals are already making such good friends with our current population!" The Head Doctor's words were usual, unremarkable, which meant that whatever had gone out of control these past couple days was evening out into some form of Dr. Landel's nefarious schemes. For now, however, he simply chuckled with good humor. "We'll be bringing in new patients during this shift as well, of course, but what I'm sure most of you are most intrigued by is... food! Yes, although lunch is posted up on the bulletin board on the schedule, I doubt many of you pay attention to it.... Ahem.

"Today's meal is chicken tenders made from fresh, juicy chicken breasts. As sides, we have potato chips, vegetable soup, and cole slaw, and we of course have honey-mustard and barbeque sauce for dipping. As always, our fruit and salad bar is open for anyone looking for a different meal, and our drinks are water, milk, apple juice, and pink lemonade.

"Mm! Sure sounds delicious, doesn't it? In any case, I hope you all enjoy your meal and your new company."

The intercom clicked off.

[ All introduction posts for this shift's group of new characters should be made in response to this post. (Have your new character wake up in a random empty room, as we aren't yet able to officially assign rooms.) Thanks! ]

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“Dennis? Dennis, come on now, it’s time to get up.”

Honey rolled over, turning his back to the annoying woman. Had they hired a new maid? Surely someone must have told her just what a faux pas it was to wake him when he was in the middle of his nap. She probably had the room wrong too. No one he knew of was named Dennis. That was a stupid name.

“Go ‘way,” he grumbled. She was a lady, after all, and ought to be given fair warning. He'd been up half the night just listening to the twins and their latest drama. At the rate things were going, he half expected Takashi's pet raccoon to declare his undying love for Haruhi before the twins or Tamaki ever one, realized their feelings, and two, actually did something about it.

“Dennis Mitchell, you’ll sleep the day away if you don’t get up now. Come on, rise and shine. You don’t want to miss lunch do you? I heard they’re serving chicken tenders.”

As tempting as that was, especially when prepared by their private chef, he’d have been much more motivated if she’d mentioned cake. How could there not be cake with the meal? Honey clung even tighter to his blankets and stuffed rabbit, Usa-chan. “My name’s not Dennis,” he mumbled into his pillow. It smelled funny. And it was not at all soft like his bed at home. It smelled more like the industrial cleaners they used on laundry in the military. One lazy brown eye slid open.

Few things took Haninozuka Mitsukuni by surprise. As a trained combat specialist, being ambushed was looked down upon even more than sweets and stuffed bunnies. But, as both eyes shot open and Honey realized that this was most definitely not his bedroom back home, he knew someone had to have taken him completely off-guard.

The walls were stark and the room was outfitted with only the basics. A couple of beds and a dresser. He’d had worse, but this was not his luxuriously adorable four-poster bed covered in stuffed animals back home. The number of conclusions he could draw from the situation was quickly dwindling, leaving him with only a few options. He’d been kidnapped, to inevitably be held for ransom, or this was some act to defame the Haninozuka family name.

He really didn't want do deal with either one first thing after waking up, but he rubbed his sleepy eyes in a childish way as he sat up, feigning ignorance. That was one of the good things about his small stature and youthful appearance; people usually thought he was just another kid. And when it came to combat, that mistake was always costly. “This isn’t my room,” he said with a pout.

“No dear, it’s not,” a woman dressed as a nurse told him as she tugged at his sheets. “You’re at Landel’s institution. You’re very sick Dennis, and we just want to help you. I know it doesn’t feel like home, but I’m sure you’ll adjust.”

Was this some kind of ruse? Honey looked at the woman with an honestly perplexed expression. “I don’t feel sick,” he insisted, turning wide and innocent doe eyes on her. “Can I call my family? I don't wanna worry them.”

It seemed to give the woman pause, but she was a hard sell and the usual tricks didn't seem like they'd be enough. “I'm sure they'll come visit you in a few days if they're worried. I know this is a big change, but it's not going to do any good to fret over it. You'll feel better once you have some lunch.”

Somehow, he really doubted that.