damned_institute | Day 37: Intercom, Evening

"And I believe it's time to start wrapping up the day," was what the Head Doctor said after the intercom's initial jingle. "Now that everyone's all cleaned up, I think it's time for some... that's right, dinner!

"Tonight, we're serving some scrumptuous rotisserie herb chicken, seasoned with rosemary, lemon juice, and other delicious seasonings. On the side, we have cooked asparagus with bits of grilled onion, as well as small roasted potatoes with garlic and butter; for dessert, we'll be serving vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup on top. Our normal assorted drinks and specialized diet alternatives are available.

"Some of you might find that you have new roommates since your old ones were fortunate enough to recover and leave us. Hopefully, you'll be able to see them again the next time we have visitors if you wish, but in the meantime please treat your new bunkmates kindly.

"I believe that's all for now. I hope you had a wonderful day and that you have a delicious dinner! ...Well, you'll definitely be having a delicious dinner, but there's nothing surprising about that, is there? Hahaha..."

With a seemingly good-natured chuckle, the Head Doctor turned off his mic.

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The first thing that Sylar noticed as he walked into his room was that it was empty. It looked like the blond guy wasn't even sleeping there anymore, which was fine by him; while Sylar always enjoyed finding new "friends," he appreciated privacy as well.

So, he thought to himself with a smirk as he sat as his desk and leaned back in his chair. Clark Kent. Even better, that "Wally" guy seemed to be even more trusting than Sylar could have imagined, going as far as to help with trying to find Claire on his behalf. Maybe it'd be easier to manipulate him than it would be to convince Eddie that he was competent, and maybe the rewards in the end would be much better. After all, while it might have been safe to to be a murderer in front of Eddie, he sure as hell didn't have Superman as a friend.

The prospects in this place only got better and better by the day, though Sylar knew he couldn't get ahead of himself. If he wanted to take all these abilities and use them with the same strength that he'd had in the Courtyard, he needed to find out what had been done to him and how he could bring his powers back. For now, he'd keep up relations and tag along with those who made progress towards the truth of this place, but... well, any allies helping him along would be in for a nasty surprise.

Sylar grabbed his fork and knife and pulled off a piece of chicken. He'd always enjoyed meat.

The longer the day had worn on, the more Billy began to doubt his continued belief that this all had to be a dream. Sure, people had been insisting ever since last night that it was all real, but that didn't mean he believed them. Dream-people weren't to be trusted.

But... if this was a dream, he couldn't deny that he should have woken up already. Probably.

"Did you have a good time meeting new friends today?" the nurse asked as she led him back towards his room. He muttered something incoherent in reply, but she didn't seem to pay his mumbling any mind. "You've got one more new friend to meet: your roommate!"

She stopped in front of a door, opened it, and pushed him inside. "Have a good night, boys!"

Billy stared at the door for a moment after it swung shut, and then turned to look at the man that was apparently his roommate. "Uh, hello," he said. He should probably introduce himself, shouldn't he? "I'm Billy."

Yes, that would do nicely.

Sylar heard the door open along with the nurse's cheerful farewell, and he slowly turned to look at the new person who came in. He was blond like the last guy, but he didn't look so... severe, and his uncomfortable body language and stilted words made him seem reserved and awkward. It looked like this man was his roommate's replacement, which meant Sylar wouldn't have much privacy after all, but... then again, there was never any harm in getting to know someone new, was there?

"I'm Zachary," Sylar said with a warm smile, standing up a little awkwardly himself, the way he might have back when he'd been Gabriel Gray. He chuckled a little as he made eye contact with the other man. "I guess you're my new roommate?"

Billy shifted as Zachary introduced himself, feeling a little more comfortable about the idea of an unfamiliar roommate than when the nurse had left. If first impressions and body-language were anything to go by, Zachary wasn't a self-absorbed prick (like Captain Hammer), which meant he would be tolerable, at the least. Maybe he would be a pretty okay guy.

"Yeah. Looks that way," Billy agreed. He nodded, and then shifted his attention towards his dinner. He walked towards the desk, pulling out the chair and sitting down.

He really wasn't all that hungry, but if tonight was going to be anything like last night, he might need the energy. He picked up his utensils, and then looked back at his roommate.

"Have you... been here a while?" he asked.

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It looked like Sylar's greeting had made this "Billy" a little less nervous, which was always a good thing when trying to assess a person's usefulness. While fear made it easy to recognize someone's discomfort, it also made it harder to pinpoint their deeper motivations – something Sylar would very much like to learn about someone he'd be spending a significant amount of time with. The best course of action, he guessed, would be to play the kind, wise veteran to a man who was clearly a Landel's newbie.

"You could say that, yes," Sylar said, sitting back down at his own desk. He kept eye contact with Billy, trying to keep his expression reassuring, though wry. "I'm guessing you haven't, right? Tough luck. It's really a shame whenever someone new shows up here."

The question was why he'd ended up here. It seemed like the grand majority of people who'd been abducted had muted powers and Sylar wondered if Billy was one of them. It was too bad he wouldn't be able to observe him during nightshift: the contents of that helpful exchange between Peter and Elle on the bulletin board had already filled up his schedule.

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