damned_institute | Day 36: Intercom, Evening

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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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Well, this day had been nominally bittersweet. Miku prodded her dinner with quiet contemplation, wondering what to do about Sousuke. The Doctor was cheerfully spewing bull pucky as usual, she'd beaten her roommate to the punch about dinner. And.

Miku looked over her shoulder at the empty bed - her nurse seemed to pride herself on getting Miku to her room first - and wondered if she could get some advice that wasn't caustic or grating from her roommate. Lust seemed to have understanding of the other men, but would she really help or just make Miku so mad she threw her dinner at her?

Miku sighed and pushed her vegetables around on her plate. It was probably going to be the latter, rather than the former. Even if the photographer didn't have a single temper-bone in her body. If Lust yelled back, then Miku would probably just cower.

And if she kept thinking like this, she wasn't going to be able to eat.

Tony ostentatiously replaced the recorder he'd borrowed from the Music Room in its box. The oh-so-nice nurse didn't even notice his stolen one in the back of his pants, because it has been there the entire time untouched. Even if it looked like his magic was gone, he still had been glad of the music.

As soon as she brought his dinner of steak and pie with apple juice, Tony arranged it all on his desk. He wanted to see what Kvothe had to say after his first real day at the Institute. When he didn't think about the bigger picture, he worried less about himself, about his new friends, and about Tia.

Despite the rather large meal he'd eaten at brunch, Leon was starving by the time he got to his room. The time he'd spent exercising on the Rec Field had helped clear his mind, though he was still worried about what would happen when night fell. As soon as the nurse had left, Leon checked the drawer of his desk, making sure that the tranquilizers were still there. Maybe that's where he'd go tonight, if nothing happened, see about finding more doses.

With a goal in mind, Leon turned to his meal. The one bright point about this place: great food. He kept an eye on the door as he ate, waiting for Yohji to come back. Hopefully the other man would be less upset by the time he got back. Leon wasn't terribly good at dealing with very emotional people.

Sheena's small nap in the courtyard after making up with Soubi had been nice, but she was still a little sleepy when the nurse took her back to her room. She had the drawings Soubi had given her folded in half, which she put in her desk drawer, and then she laid eyes on her dinner.

Her eyes got huge. "Oh, wow..."

The ninja only ever had steak when she was in Meltokio at Zelos' or he felt like treating her. Such food was only really affordable by the rich,so to see it here was something. She wasn't going to question that something. This ranch might be evil, but it has steak. Sheena sat down and delved into her meal with a grin. The meat was a little overdone for her tastes, but it was still steak and it still tasted very yummy.

She'd start on her spell cards once she was done savoring the expensive, ruch-man's meal.

She hadn't been expecting it, but talking to Light had somehow allowed Beatrix to accept that Skuld was indeed a goddess - certainly not a goddess from ex-assassin's world, but one from the young girl's own one. She wasn't going to actually tell Skuld that, but it did mean she had to talk to the Norn again, for reasons that had come up at chapel that morning with the warlord.

The steak was a nice change of pace and the Bride sat at her desk to eat it. She was waiting for Maki to return and eat as well before she brough the sword out to show the other woman. It made her wonder what her roommate would think about it.

Momo had been so very, very reluctant to leave Hitsugaya when the shift changed and the nurses came to collect them. She'd see him tomorrow, though, and she had a mission to complete. She had faith that Artemis would take care of Hitsugaya until the sedatives wore off. The nurses had confiscated the three markers she'd taken from the Arts & Crafts room, but that was fine. After drawing the fire bird on her cast, she didn't need them anymore.

The shinigami was rather pleased to see Anya was already asleep when she got back to the room. She was in too good of a mood to have it dashed by the oni's pessimistic and unorthodox views on things, so this was for the best. She quietly ate her meal, so as not to disturb her roommate, and then changed into her uniform. Once that was done, she went about the tedious task of cleaning the Noah's blood from her sword. Thankfully, she'd gotten that extra glass of water she'd asked for.

When Falis had to leave Hokuto and the Sun Room, she delayed long enough that her nurse started taking her back at the same time Yukari's nurse gathered her. This was going to take a bit of acting, pretending to be an enthusiastic teenager with the overly friendly and talkative vulture, but it'd be worth it. Sure, she'd have some explaining to do to Yukari the next day, but if it all worked out, that would be a acceptable consequence of her actions to deal with.

So, along the way to her room, the bounty hunter making sure she was close behind Yukari, she chatted about her day, the game she won, with her nurse. Since this was really the first time the princess had responded positively to the nurse, she was smiling and responding well. As they neared the hallway where her room was, Falis put her plan into action.

"Oh yeah! I also met this really awesome girl today."

"That's wonderful, Rose. Making connections and having fun are keys to recovery."

"Mmhmm! Her name's Yukari," Falis said as Yukari and her nurse slowed down at F29. Acting as if she'd just noticed the other girl there, Falis grinned huge and waved to Yukari enthusiastically, like they were the bestest friends in the world. "Oh hey, Yukari! I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" She gave the girl another grin, a tinge of her wildness showing through since Falis could only act so much, as she was ushered along down the hallway.

"I'm glad you made a friend, Rose," her vulture continued, patting Falis on the arm, "but you need to make sure you use her actual name, not just a nickname."

"...but she told me her name's Yukari."

"Sorry, dear, but her name is Kara. It'll do you both a lot of good to use those names."

"Oh... ok." Begin phase two. "Oh! Who's Kara's roommate? I didn't get a chance to ask her earlier and I think it'd be real neat for the three of us to hang out sometime. Maybe the next time we can go out and play in the field."

The nurse shook her head slightly. "I'm sorry, Rose, but Danielle was released this morning. Kara will be getting a new roommate as soon as we recieve new patients."

Outwardly, Falis pouted as if disappointed, but inwardly she was smirking. Success! Sure 'Danielle' was gone, but she'd gotten part of the name and knew where to get the other part that night. "Oh... that's a good thing, right?"

"Of course it is, dear. Danielle got better. Take her story to heart and soon you'll be able to go back home. Maybe you'll even be able to make it back in time for the championhip game. I know you're teammates would be thrilled to have their star back by then," the nurse said, patting Falis again. "Now take care to not get into a fight with your roommate again and enjoy your meal. The steak is excellent and a favorite of mine."

Falis smiled and nodded, rubbing her bandaged shoulder a little. "Okay. Thanks!"

The nurse left and the bounty hunter sat down to devour her meal. With the vulture gone, the act dropped and Falis had the biggest smirk plastered on her face. See - she'd been right; it had been easy.

Takaya was all but carried bodily into his room, the sedatives making him woozy and blurring the world at the edges. That, coupled with the shock, made him much more compliant than usual as he was set down on his bed.

As a precaution, the staff started to restrain him to his bed and he began to fight and struggle against the five-point straps, but another half-dose of sedatives and pain-killers calmed him down once more.

Takaya was now strapped to his bed, wrists and ankles tied down with another strap across his midsection. The nurse apologized and smoothed back his hair, but, she added, it was for his own safety as well as the safety of his roommate. He didn't want to hurt his friend did he?

Her words fell on deaf ears. Both sides had retreated into the deeper parts of their shared mental landscape.

Zelnick really hadn't wanted to stop hanging out with Xigbar-- he honestly enjoyed the guy's company, not to mention the way his company could distract him from the 'high' spirits the visit from Talana-- Tanya-- had left him in.

On the other hand, apple pie sounded incredibly delicious, as did steak, and he set into the stuff with evident enjoyment. Not quite home cooking, but he'd take what brightness he could get, tonight.

After all, it seemed like he'd have to be cheerful for two.

Melissa was feeling much more relaxed and cooperative after her conversation with Ren, which she knew would help come nightfall when she was once again bombarded with the collective feelings of all the prisoners. It was still relatively quiet at that point, and she managed to halfway focus on what her nurse was saying as she was led back to the rooms.

"...we were so worried you wouldn't manage to make any friends, Kaylie, you're always so quiet and withdrawn. It's so nice to see you have people to talk to, it's going to help so much with your recovery."

"My name isn't Kaylie," was Melissa's muttered response, but as usual, the nurse either ignored it or didn't hear it. Sometimes she wondered how the nurses could go on believing - or at least pretending to believe- nothing went on at night with all the clues staring them right in their cheerful faces.

Claire wasn't in the room yet, she noted as they drew closer. Even after only a few nights, Melissa had gotten used to the girl being there already. It helped a little, having something to distract her from the growing anticipation surrounding her. She was just going to have to wait this time. Wait and pick at food she still wasn't comfortable eating, especially after how Landel said 'steak' on the intercom.

What a boring day this had been.

Callisto actually yawned as she walked into her room, though she wasn't particularly tired. It was more a sign of lack of stimulation than anything. Dinner did look promising, though. Nothing like a nice slab of meat to get the night started off on the right foot.

But what to do tonight? As one of only five people, as far as she knew, that could access the area she really wanted to get to, she was going to have to regroup with patients that were clearly not fond of her by now or set out on her own. She wouldn't mind the latter if she was better equipped, but for now... Well, she supposed that was a bridge she'd have to cross when she got to it.

His visitor left ZEX drained and deeply depressed, to the extent where he could not find the energy to move himself when the nurses told him it was time to go. They eventually took his arm and supported him as they lead him back to his room, and ZEX could barely find the presence of mind to walk in a straight line. He leaned on her heavily, lost in thought over the entire experience.

"Don't worry, he'll be back next week, Max. It'll be alright," she tried to make him feel better, but ZEX wasn't listening.

When in his room, he slumped down in his chair and rested his head against his desk, and didn't move when she brought him his food. He opened his journal, wrote a few words then just let his hand collapse. Every now and then, he made a brief attempt to eat something, a piece of broccoli here and there. Over time even that was too much for him, and he just stopped moving entirely, head buried in his arms.

ZEX wanted to go home.

By the time dinner rolled around, the sedatives had all but worn off. The chef laid back on his bed and stared at the ceiling, uncharacteristically ignoring his dinner as it was brought for him. He knew he should eat it, since he hadn't gotten brunch, and he would... once he could force himself to.

Nami was gone. Released, they said. He told himself it had to be a better setting than what she'd been in here. It had to be, or he'd kill someone.

He had to focus on other things. Like getting out of here. If he continued to mope around he wasn't going to be of any use to his crew - and they'd need him even more now that their navigator was gone.

Finally a meal that looked worthy enough to attempt eating.

Scar immediately began on his steak after entering his room. Though it wasn't as good as the zebras back home, it was certainly much better than anything else these hairless apes came up with. It was no surprise that he outright ignored the fries and vegetables, and only spared a glance at the dessert after he had finished the meat.

Not touching it for now, he began looking for his light stick and his 'weapon', mostly for the lack of having anything else to do. He hadn't so much as exchanged a word with his roommate, whoever that man might be, and he supposed tonight wouldn't be too different in that regard.

Even in his somewhat clumsy state, finding the items hadn't taken all that long. With an annoyed sigh he seated himself on his bed and waited for the doors to unlock. Scar had never been renown for his patience, after all.

Plans were a good thing, and Matt was glad to have them. He hadn't asked for Kenshin's room number, but he hadn't forgotten it from the other night. It meant he'd have to be the one doing the walking, but the red-head was the injured one and there were certain rules of politeness it would be best for him to follow if he was going to get the other man to help him out.

He started on his steak with gusto. The energy would be needed, most likely. Unlike Mello, who'd been worried that Sai would go too easy on him, Matt was rather hoping this would be the case with Kenshin. It was counterproductive thinking, but... Matt was fragile.

So the card game had gotten cut a bit short. Brooklyn would have acted more disappointed if he'd thought he'd been able to teach the rules decently. As it was, he wasn't even sure if he'd been thinking of the right game from the start. If he ever got out of this place... No, when he got out of this place, he was going to have to talk to Lexington about some card game rules.

Dinner took his thoughts off cards fairly quick, his eyes lighting up at the sight of steak. All-you-can-eat brunch had been nice, but this was a real treat.

Once again, Tony was relieved to hear the door click shut behind him, cutting off further "encouraging" chatter from the nurse. If she thought it was a good sign that he'd not been overt in his objection to what little of his so-called real life had been revealed to him, he was not inclined to disabuse her of the notion. That didn't mean he had any interest in hearing about it.

He took a seat at his desk, eying the plate before him dubiously. He wasn't hungry. He was too furious to be hungry. He wanted the dinner hour to be over so he could get out and get some tools, hopefully aided this time by the rough copy of a map he'd managed to scrawl out, and then figure out a way to blow a hole in the wall the size of a small tank. Still, he knew intellectually that his body needed fuel, especially given his injuries from the previous night's ventures. And there was little else he could do before night fell.

He set to eating, taking some small, childish pleasure in skewering the meat and fries with more force than was strictly necessary.

Crap probably felt better than Soubi. Probably because it had no feelings, physical or mental. Oh to be a steaming pile of shit. He'd once been considered pretty much that by his former Master and life had certainly been easier. He'd known his place.

He entered his room and the Nurse placed his dinner on the little table. They'd given him soup again. He'd hardly touched his lunch, figuring he'd catch up at Dinner. But now that he was here...he was exhausted.

He sat on the edge of the bed and had his neck checked over. And then came the medication. They glared at each other, he and the nurse. It was his usual, the ball buster of a nurse. Big, heavy set woman. She'd dealt with him in the morning and eventually gave up and told him he was welcome to suffer all he wanted. Throughout the day, younger nurses had come to Soubi to care for him and they'd been easier to turn away.

But now Soubi had to obey Ritsuka. He still wasn't sure what was going on in the grand scheme of things. His emotional state had been up and down all day. He wanted to see Ritsuka, but he didn't want Ritsuka to see him, but then he wanted Ritsuka to assert some dominance, and then he wanted comfort, and he wanted to be alone, and he wanted to sleep, and he wanted to be awake 24/7 to make sure the Doctor wouldn't make good his promise that somebody would suffer for Soubi's failures.

So he settled for agreeing to the medication. It was injected, seeing as he could barely speak or eat right now. Barely able to sense any more pain right now, he certainly felt the cold flood his veins and decided to get into bed. The nurse said something about food, but left him to his own devices.

It was a good relationship ultimately. They both accepted the fact that they didn't give a damn about one another.

Rude sauntered into the room and sat down to his dinner. Wasn't half bad, compared to some of the shit he'd eaten. Especially since the Shin-Ra building got blown to hell.

He had a fair bit to report back to Reno tonight. And he was hoping they'd make it to the chemical storage. No matter how much he did...he needed to do more. Just until he got results. Then he'd relax a little more.

Shit. He had to see Elena too. She'd fallen asleep on him. That had been awkward. Not that she'd notice. But that wouldn't stop Rude's neck from going red.

While it hadn't been entirely pleasant, Homura's walk in the courtyard had served to calm him to a degree. He was satisfied with that, feeling that at least for the present, he could think more easily. There was still a great deal he had to consider before night came, after all. Allelujah's visit would ultimately be short, and then Okita would arrive.

On the way back to his room, however, Homura saw a note that concerned him--and angered him. Whatever the reason for his comment, Homura doubted Shito had been sincere in his words, and that was something the demi-god wouldn't put up with at this juncture. The group he had organized had suffered enough already without its own members making sardonic remarks. With everything that had happened and had yet to come, such lines served no purpose.

Moreover, it was simply insulting. For all that he had lived through, Homura would not be called a coward.

Homura took a few bites of his meal, enough to satisfy his hunger without burdening himself for the night to come. Then he waited, writing in a notebook to pass the time, as he'd found great value in the activity as of late. His temper was obvious, however, even with his back to the door.

Steak. Finally! Pity they weren't given the option to say how they wanted it cooked, but steak was steak. Farfarello would take what he could get, in the red meat department. He especially needed the satisfaction after that last shift. Schuldig was going to be tough to deal with tonight, probably. Well, not that it had been otherwise at any point since Crawford went poof.

Farfarello would just... focus on the steak for now.

So Leon did have something he needed to do tonight, after all--metal gathering. Granted he wasn't up until the night after next for getting his sword, but no sense putting the chore off. Something could happen to the guy ahead of him in the meantime, after all. But going alone... aside from the possibility--probability, really--of danger, there was also the fact that Leon didn't particularly want to lug around a bunch of metal all by himself.

... Clark was nice and big. Maybe he'd prove useful after all.

Edward was still angry when he returned to his room for dinner. He hated dealing with his father, hated it with a passion. He was always so calm, so smug, like he knew the answer to everything. He thought he understood everything about Ed and his life, when he knew nothing. How could he? He hadn't been there for most of it.

He slumped down on his chair when he got into his room, starting to devour the steak. He was hungry. Really hungry. And he'd need his energy for tonight. His weird roommate wasn't back yet at least. He should hurry up before Ed decided to eat his dinner too. At least he had things to do tonight. Meet Hughes and then Adel and he was determined to succeed in making alcohol. A petty goal perhaps, but everyone needed something to take their mind off things.

He set his juice aside carefully, remembering his promise.

Another shit day, and with a little red needle prick on his upper arm to prove it.

Reid didn't know what was worse. Everything up until last night, or everything including last night and that day. Because having gotten absolutely nowhere the previous night and spending the day mostly drugged up was a bit of a unwarranted cool down period, wasn't it? Reid Garwin, motion suspended, not doing high energy, dangerous things, or relieving his temper by beating the staff up. (Foiled attempts didn't count. You got needled to prove that, too.)

From his position on his bed, he squinted at the ceiling, then covered his eyes with his forearm.

His thoughts were playing like oil and water in his head. Apparently his body couldn't shake off drugs quite so fast when he was near normal. The smell of the food didn't even make a dent in his consciousness. More or less, what the hell time was it?

Time for night soon?

After another second, the warlock rolled off the bed, got up, tried to wet his cotton-mouth, and went for his closet. Impulsive acts were kind of his forte. Taking out the half-pack of smokes and the lighter (they were never very far out of reach, even if he'd never actually bothered with either until now), and pulled a cig out. Well. He'd never gone for the heavyweight shit like this... recreational smoking was either with the lighter stuff, or else there were other, funner things to do instead. In his opinion.

Still, he leaned back against the closet door and lit one. Something to take his mind off of things. Or wake it up. Whatever.

Subaru wondered if he would ever get a chance to speak with his roommate again. The other man had seemed like a decent sort, but they'd not spoken since that first time, really. Well, perhaps it was for the best, as it gave Subaru more time to make his preparations for the night.

Unfortunately, it provided Subaru with no distraction from his rather depressing meals. Americans really didn't know how to make decent meatless meals, or maybe it was just the cooks here? Certainly he'd never have imagined tofu being made to look like sliced turky (... "tofurkey," the nurse called it), instead of used as it was meant to be used. It tasted odd, too--nothing like turkey, but not like any familiar tofu dish, either. Well, it was food. And now Subaru had snacks to bring with him at night, which should help.

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