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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Well, could they blame him? His line of work didn't seem to matter when Kira was involved; the Chief was the third of them that the case had claimed, even though this one was more directly related to the notebook. Still, that was the sort of thing that Matsuda thought would make him want to catch the bastard even more, instead of getting himself landed in a institution. And what sort of name was Landel's? Something American? How had he gotten here? The way she'd said it, it seemed like he was supposed to know the place, but nothing rang any bells. He was only vaguely aware that she had begun to speak again, but looked back over and tried to pay attention. "--you have any other questions? If you'll come with me, we can get you some lunch, and I can try to answer what I can on the way. I'm sure you're hungry after sleeping in for so long."

Almost as if on cue, Matsuda's stomach growled, and he gave her an sheepish grin. "Oh, y-yeah, I guess so," he replied, even more confused than he'd been when he woke up. She sure hadn't explained much, but at least they were going to feed him.

He slid off of the bed and got his first good look at what they'd dressed him in. The grey was kinda boring and depressing, but the smiley face on the shirt almost made him laugh. The thought of putting a not-quite-happy-looking smiley on an outfit like this was...well, ridiculous and weird. Kind of like the situation. He snickered a little bit, and the nurse gave him a strange look. "It's nothing," he assured her. "Just wondering whose idea the outfit was." It didn't occur to him until afterwards that she might have been the one to pick it out. Oops. She didn't seem to say anything else about it, though, so he forgot about the smiley as he followed her out of the room.