Day 39: Intercom, Evening

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The Head Doctor seemed a little rushed as he spoke on the intercom, not taking as much pleasure as he usually did in describing the delicious food that would soon be served.

"Hello, everyone! Tonight is turkey night, which means turkey breast in a great turkey gravy with some nice turkey sides: peas, herb potatoes, a small garden salad, and for dessert, a slice of pumpkin pie. We of course have vegetarian substitutes available, as well as our usual assortment of drinks.

"...I believe that's it! I'll talk to you soon!"

The intercom clicked off abruptly.

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M44

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Claude's mind was reeling by the time the shift ended and he was escorted to dinner. Now he knew why the nurse had told him to expect a familiar face today. Even if he'd had a million guesses, though, he never would have thought that Dad would be among today's batch of newest patients. Much less a younger Dad.

Augh, it was already taxing enough worrying that Dad had been brought here in the first place. He didn't even want to think about what this could mean for any potential mess-ups for his life's entire timeline. But surely he couldn't be the first person this has happened to. Surely not, with how crazy this place was. Maybe he could some advice from the bulletin tomorrow...

In the meantime, it was dinner, even though last shift had pretty much robbed him of his appetite. Turkey, turkey, turkey, he inwardly sighed as he pushed some of it around his plate. Not that he had anything against turkey -- it was a dinnertime classic, even if it wasn't his favorite food ever. But right now there was so much more important stuff to worry about than eating.

He forced down a few bites before wondering if it wasn't a better idea to just pull out his book and start reading. Still, he knew he needed to have a full stomach if he was going to the basement tonight. And, anyway, with the way the butterflies were dancing around his stomach, it was all he could do to make himself eat. He doubted he'd be able to pay attention to anything he read.

Claude rubbed at his eyes, putting down his fork for a moment. Dad...he hoped he'd be okay tonight...

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After the noise of the Music Room Emmett was glad to be led back to the cell, but this time it wasn't empty this time. As the door shut behind him he noticed the blond boy in the room, a human. Emmett's body stiffened. He was no Jasper, he had a pretty good handle on his control when he felt like it, but being left alone with a single human after an aggravating day and unexplained blood loss was more than a little tempting. They were taught that when their thirst got to be too much that they should think about them as people rather than prey, remember that they had loved ones, feelings, cute kittens, crap like that.

"Hello," he said in a cool, even tone.

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Claude was visibly startled when someone else came into his room. It'd been a long time since he'd had any company for dinner, so this newcomer's arrival was unexpected. It didn't help that he'd been a bit preoccupied to begin with, but he collected his wits about him as best as he could.

Of course, one look at this guy was enough to shake any thoughts that had been troubling him, at least for the moment. He was definitely an imposing figure -- taller than Dias, even, and while he didn't have the striking blue hair his rival had, the wince-worthy injuries on his arm and face made up for it. No doubt he was new (this was the first Claude had seen him at all), and from the looks of it, he'd had a rough time since waking up.

Claude guessed he'd been lucky in that regard. He'd managed to get through his first couple of nights unscathed. But then he felt bad for thinking that way when he remembered the state Dias had been when he'd found his friends.

"Hi, there!" Claude replied brightly, though it was uncertain whether it was because he wanted to make a good impression on his roommate or if he was trying to counter the somewhat chilly way he'd been greeted. "Guess we're rooming together now, huh?" Now probably wasn't the best time to bring up the fact this guy was either his third or fourth roommate, so he just omitted that detail.

"I'm Claude," he added before standing up and extending his hand for a handshake. "Claude C. Kenni, but just call me Claude."

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"I guess so," Emmett replied, this time with a slight grin. It could be worse. The boy could have been a singer, wouldn't that be his luck. And at least the kid was cheerful. He was Claude C. Kenni, the cheerful blond kid that he really didn't feel like killing tonight.

"I'm Emmett," he caught Claude's extended hand in a firm grasp and shook it. Emmett's skin was a degree or two colder than the boy's, and he released his grip quickly. "I just got here today."

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Claude hadn't really expected the man's hand to feel so cool to the touch, but maybe it was a circulation problem or nerves or something. After all, waking up in a place like this was bound to be stressful, no matter how composed some people appeared. But his handshake was firm and strong, and Claude couldn't help but return the grin.

"Nice to meet you, Emmett," he said before returning to his seat. He'd only eaten a few bites of his turkey, so he picked up his fork again, even if he didn't exactly tear into the food. "Well, not that waking up here is exactly nice, but you know what I mean." No reason they couldn't be polite to each other even though it sucked to be here, right?

"I've been here a couple weeks," Claude added after a moment. "So if you have any questions you wanna ask, feel free. I noticed a lot of people do a pretty good idea of putting stuff up on the bulletin, though, so you probably have an idea of the kind of things that go on here." Even if saying all that was sort of depressing in of itself, Claude wanted to do his best in being helpful to his new roommate.

Especially if it kept Emmett from winding up like all his other roommates from before.