http://damned-intercom.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] damned-intercom.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2009-05-25 05:57 am

Day 41: Intercom, Evening

When the intercom's jingle sounded, there seemed to be some kind of tapping in the background noise, like letters being punched into a keyboard. It stopped and the Head Doctor chuckled.

"Hello, everyone! I'm actually taking a break from paperwork for once – everyone needs some recreational time, you know! – and of course, now we can all look forward to a scrumptious dinner from our cooks. Tonight, herb-seasoned grilled salmon is on the menu, served with buttery mashed potatoes and asparagus. All our regular drinks and vegetarian options are available, and for dessert, we will be serving yellow cake with a whipped cream icing.

"...Well! I can hardly wait to get my own dinner after saying all that. Good bye for now, everyone, and enjoy your delicious food!"

The intercom clicked off.

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Re: F34

[identity profile] dahliahasthorns.livejournal.com 2009-05-26 03:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Minus points for not shaking her hand, no matter how sweet a greeting Eileen gave her. Ignoring her? Dahlia Hawthorne? Was just rude and she immediate didn't like this woman. She brought it back to herself with a tiny pout, but didn't say anything about it. "Thank you."

Still, a sucker with info was still a sucker and Dahlia wouldn't put it past Ms. Sweetheart over there to not fall for the act either. "Excuse me if this sounds rude and intrusive, but... how long have you been here, Ms. Galvin?"

Re: F34

[identity profile] themotherreborn.livejournal.com 2009-05-28 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Eileen shrugged. "I don't really know," she admitted, for the second time that day. "A week, probably a little more." She had had a few days of safety (or relative, for this place) then they'd taken her for experiments, and then how long? She couldn't remember, but a little over a week sounded right.

"It's the...funny time, I guess." It was easy to get mixed up.