damned_institute | Day 36: Intercom, Evening

The intercom's jingle rang out and the somewhat uninhibited movement that was going on between the main activity rooms halted as the Head Doctor made one of his usual announcements.

"Good evening everyone, and I'm very pleased to see so many of you in such high spirits after meeting with your loved ones! However, like with all good things, it can't last forever, so I ask now for nurses to escort our patients in the waiting rooms and in the main areas back to their rooms, where they will be treated with a special Sunday... steak! That's right: today, we'll be serving juicy, delicious steak with fries and cooked vegetables on the side – simple enough for everyone to like and good enough for everyone to thoroughly enjoy! (Our patients with specialized diets will receive their alternate meals, of course.) Our usual beverages are available, and for dessert, we'll be serving warm slices of apple pie.

"After all, patients, t's always wonderful to see all of you cooperating with the staff even when given so much freedom, so I'd like to personally thank and congratulate all of you for helping us, your family, and more importantly, yourselves. Hopefully, we can help you to a speedy recovery so that you can see your loved ones more often, but first... dinner! I hope to speak with you all again soon."

The intercom clicked off.

[ All room threads go in response to this post; please post your character's room number as the subject line of the initial post. Thank you!

On an added note, just wanted to clarify to players of characters who are canonly vegetarians and the like that you get to decide (within reasonable and realistic limits) what kind of diet your character gets from the staff. :3 ]

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"What the hell," she stated. She was silent for a bit, the only thing heard was the sound of chewing as she gorged herself on the food.

"I don't think I'm crazy enough to imagine this. Since I've been here the days have literally been just an hour or two." She frowned, troubled that it wasn't the same for Alita. "Is that even possible?..."

Falis shrugged, finishing her food. "Everyone says the time acts funny here. I doubt it's just you."

The princess got up and went about her dinner ritual of yanking the wooden poles out of the closets. Back at her bed, she dropped the two new poles down and then puleld out from unde rher matress the single stake she had left, the braided cloth bandoleer and nice, beautiful, shiny katana that she didn't have the previous night since it'd been in Hokuto's room.

Sitting down on her bed, Falis glanced up at Seena. "Don't freak out on me cause I'm taking my shirt off," she said before proceeding to do just that. She still had the undergarment on and the lack of shirt revealed the bandages on her shoulder, With an annoyed look and a small wince, she started to pull the bandages off., revealing a thick line of stitches a good five to six inches long.

"Huh," Senna replied. "Guess I'll have to ask my questions faster next time."

She continued finishing off her food, watching Alita curiously. Senna leaned over her mattress, fishing out the spear from the night before to prop against the wall. She looked up again when Alita spoke, noting the bandages. Getting off her bed, she went to the other girl. "Hey, you need some help with that? If you pull them by accident, it'll just have to get stitched again."

Falis scowled, unhappy about the stitches, but knowing that the angle of their placement just wasn't the best for her to get to herself.

'Yeah... ok. I just need to get a good look at it. I've got some bandages here in a package in my desk drawer to redo them." The princess growled a little. "Fucking demons."

Senna instantly moved to take the rest off, her slender fingers peeling up the edges easily. She blew on the stitches, so the moist skin would dry out a little quicker.

Leaving Alita for a minute, she sorted through the drawer mentioned, and found the bandages. "Uh, how do you want them? Exactly like they were?" Senna had no experience putting on actual bandages, but it couldn't be that hard, right?

"Real demons?" Senna asked. First monsters, then vampires, then aliens, and now demons. "I haven't seen anything at night. That's half of why I'm so confused."

Falis shook her head. "Not yet. I don't want them bandaged just yet," she said, standing up with her katana in hand. She needed to check her range of motion and how much the injury was going to effect her ability to use her sword.

Standing in the middle of the room, making sure to check where Senna was first, she closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. A moment later and she started going through one of the forms that required her to alternate the sword from hand to hand.

"I dunno if I'd call them real demons since they're normal people like us during the day, but last night they sure as hell were. Fire breathing, lightning tossing, flesh eating demons."

She tossed the back on the bed with an offhand, "Okay," then moved to sit back on her bed to watch again. She wasn't feeling very active.

"Like patients? Or just random people?"

The movements were controlled, but it was clear to Senna, given her knowledge of the sword, that the cuts sweeping upward or to the left using her injured shoulder were visibly lacking in smoothness and power. It hurt to swing her sword that way and Falis scowled, her brow twitching with each cut. This could cause a problem if she ran into any beasties that needed killed this upcoming night.

"They're patients. I call 'em Sparky and Fido. Fido got pissed off I called him that when I mentioned it on the board," she replied. "I told him to give me a different name to use, but he didn't. So he's Fido the Fucking Fire-Breathing Demon until he does."

Asking Alita if she would be okay tonight would just come off insulting, so Senna tried something different. "If you can find something warm to put on that, it should at least loosen up the muscles for more flexibility."

Patients, huh? Now, wait. Why would... "So why are the patients attacking each other?" Senna tried not to sound like a child when she asked, but all she was doing was asking questions. It was annoying her, so it had to be annoying others.

"Huh. Good idea," Falis replied in response to the suggestion. She didn't know where she'd fine something like that though.

Satisfied with the knowledge of how much her shoulder was effecting her, the bounty hunter got the gauze Senna had put down and sat down next to the other girl. "Can you..."

"This place takes some of the patients every other day or so and somehow makes them think we're the enemy or something. Special Counseling is what it's called." Falis shrugged. She really didn't care too much about the special counseling.

[not sure what kind of first-aid stuff Falis has...]

"Sure!" she said warmly, taking it. She thought for a minute, then placed them the same as the others were, before firmly taping down the edges with medical tape. It looked like it would hold. "If you soak some towels or cloth in hot water, it'd probably do the trick."

Finished, Senna sat back. "So, they brainwash the people?"

[just gauze and tape, so it's all good.]

"Thanks," Falis replied as she turned her attention to the wooden poles she'd ripped out. They were to become a pair of stakes and a spear; the sword cutting them nice points.

"I guess so." She glanced up. "Other than Sparky and Fido, I haven't come across any others."

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