http://damned-intercom.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] damned-intercom.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2009-03-02 04:24 am

Day 39: Intercom, Evening

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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Re: M17

[identity profile] oldest-man.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
"You know, it's been a while since anyone's funded an expedition to Atlantis," Methos mused, feigning utmost gravity in spite of the frivolous turn the topic had taken.

He frowned at Jones for a second, then shook his head. "Actually, I hadn't considered the possibility of them deliberately tampering with the outside wildlife. Given their general lack of ethical concerns, I'd assumed there was a fair chance they might not have taken much care in ensuring their experiments didn't pollute the local environment. Drug contamination, or diseases, or whatever it is they're testing up in that lab of theirs could wreak havoc on the natural balance." He chewed the inside of his cheek thoughtfully. "If they have tampered with all the animal life, God knows what we'd find out there. But you're right. Taking the risk is inevitable, viewed over the long term."

Re: M17

[identity profile] its-the-mileage.livejournal.com 2009-03-05 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Good. Maybe I can get a grant, bring it back into vogue. I've got a...a former colleague who'd love to join the excavation team." Indy's tone had gone sarcastic. He'd read plenty in the papers about those inane Atlantis lectures of Sophia Hapgood's, and he applied the term "colleague" only loosely to any promising scientist who gave up archaeology to become a psychic. She would've had a field day with this place. Probably would have had a seance the first night she got there, tried to channel all the spirits of former patients to tell them which escape plans worked and which didn't. Actually, that'd be pretty nice right about now, Indy thought ruefully.

A minute later, he thought better of this; Sophia was, if anything, even more irascible than Pierson.

Indy shouldered his (admittedly questionable-looking) makeshift whip and turned his attention back to the matters at hand. "I'd rather not get close enough to find out which, honestly. The safest thing would probably be to try to make a scouting trip or two, see if I can get the lay of the land before I go booking any flights to the lost city."