Day 41: Breakfast

[oftemptation.livejournal.com]

Endrance turned his head to look at the intercom, giving it a look that would wither an entire rose garden in an instant. He would never get used to ending up in his room again from somewhere else in the Institute.

He brushed his bangs out of his eyes, not sitting up just yet. He could tell already that his torso had been heavily bandaged, even more so than it had been the night before. The cuts on his arms were covered with fresh bandages, and the one on his cheek seemed to no longer be there at all.

Endrance had been expecting to wake up in a lot of pain, but even that seemed numbed. "They must have given me something," he murmured quietly, as he slowly sat up.

At that moment, his nurse came to get him, pushing a wheelchair along with her. "Peyton, dear, good morning. I've come to take you to breakfast, so..." He shook his head. "I'm fine. There's no need for that...I can walk perfectly well."

She sighed. Well, if he insisted, she wasn't going to stop him. She motioned for an orderly to take the chair away, and walked him to the cafeteria. Once they had gotten there, she pointed him toward a seat, then set a full tray of pancakes covered with syrup, a bowl of fruit, and a glass of orange juice in front of him. "Now eat all of that, Peyton, or else you won't be strong enough to keep walking like that."

He glared at her back as she walked away, then stopped suddenly. There was that faint pulse he'd felt the night before...it was exactly the same.

And so he completely ignored his food in favor of staring at the cafeteria doors, looking at every patient that came in.

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[oldest-man.livejournal.com]

"Of course," Methos replied. He looked up from the table, offering the other man a small, spare smile. "It likely sounds like the raving of a lunatic. But you can either take it under consideration, or you can ignore it and learn the hard way yourself. That's entirely your choice, and doesn't have any effect on me." He didn't feel it necessary to admit he'd chosen the second path himself, and continued to do it as often as not when faced with the more ludicrous claims of the other inmates.

The question about the intercom left him momentarily puzzled, both as to how the man could be unfamiliar with the device, and how to explain it. Eventually he settled on, "It's a vocal broadcast system. It allows someone to transmit a vocal message simultaneously to every room in this building. You can see the speaker over there." He lifted a hand to indicate the speaker on the wall, then shrugged. "You'll get a demonstration soon enough. They always make an announcement after breakfast."

[should-be-dead.livejournal.com]

Tenzen's gaze followed the man's gesture, glancing at the unfamiliar device on the wall that was apparently called a 'speaker'. So messages were transmitted through that thing? The ninja couldn't help but to lift an eyebrow. Claiming that he had never heard of such things in the 214 years of his existence was clearly an understatement. Which wasn't all that surprising considering the time period the ninja was from.

He returned his gaze towards the man across him. "Learn it the hard way, hmm?" he said. "That almost makes me curious."