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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Lecture? Mori paused for a second until he realized that Reid had misunderstood him. Shaking his head, he pointed to himself and then repeated himself. "I don't smoke. Not going to lecture."

Even if Reid had raised his hackles again, Mori felt a little better. He'd been worried about Reid last night when he'd seemed so out of it. He was still out of it now, but at least he was back to wise-cracking like he had been when they'd first met. Taking his seat, Mori set into his food, surprised that the food was actually pretty good tonight. He knew by now that trying to get Reid to talk was all but impossible, so he wasn't going to push things. Instead, he'd wait until the other teen trusted him enough or got too annoyed at the silence.

Reid gave roomie another look. Oh, what. They really picked winning match-ups around here, didn’t they? “You’re one of those, huh,” was what he said. “You should give it a try. I hear it’s a good ice breaker.”

But it wasn’t like Reid had given much thought to Mori’s comfort before, and starting now… really wasn’t going to happen.

He dragged his heel back and rested it against the stand of the closet. Ugh, food. He didn’t care how good they thought their steak was, it smelled the same as the most of the meals had the last few days. That was: shitty and unappetizing. And it wasn’t like his stomach was growling, so not eating hadn’t taken it’s toll on him yet. In Reid’s opinion, he’d worry about his perfect weight range once he had to. Like, passing out or not being able to take a dump.

His Power was the slightly more important problem, anyway.

Watching someone eat wasn’t exactly grade A entertainment, so he looked away in the practiced style of ‘I’m bored’. There was no window to soulfully gaze out of like in the movies; Reid settled for rolling his eyes around the room and finally returning back to the ashes on the floor.

Whatever "one of those" were, Mori had no idea so he just shrugged and let the comment roll off his back. As long as "those" people didn't do something terrible, he didn't really mind. Besides, he doubted Reid would care much if Mori told him the reasons he didn't smoke were because Mitsukuni wouldn't like it and it would interfere with kendo.

The room fell quiet after that and Mori finished what he could of the meal. The apple pie was saved again for Mitsukuni, the dish set off to the side and covered with a napkin so the heat wouldn't escape. He was certain his cousin had to be having a rough time of it all with only one dessert a day, so anything he could do would make it better. Perhaps tonight they'd go see what was in the kitchen. Looking over at Reid's tray, he noticed it untouched, but remembered his promise not to lecture. Still, the dessert going to waste would be a shame... "Going to eat your pie?"

Pie?

Looking first at Mori's out of reflex, Reid turned his gaze onto the pie in question, the slice just sitting there on his desk and taking up space. He shrugged. As long whatever roomie wanted them for wasn't going to be some American Pie spoof Reid had to bare witness to (which wasn't going to happen, since the warlock was out of there come lights out). "Nah. S'all yours, big guy."

Uncurling from his position, he picked it off the tray at the same time he ground the cigarette butt into the desk. Psh, property damage.

With the plate balanced precariously on the tips of his fingers, he crossed the room, looking like he was going to let the pie slide off. But he was a Son, and anything but clumsy, after all. Only on purpose. He tossed it, let it smack against his palm, then put it on the desk. "Enjoy," was his most apathetic advice.

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