http://constellates.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] constellates.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2009-08-09 01:25 pm

Day 43: Chapel

And just like that, the disorienting feeling of blacking out just to wake up in an unfamiliar bed came again. Alkaid had wondered if it would - everything about last night had been different, all the way from the zombies to the eerie emptiness of the Institute to the strange broadcast at the end of the night. Had the Head Doctor been shot? Damn, someone had gotten to it before her. And who was the voice at the end there? It was like she'd been allowed access to some kind of strange mystery that she could not understand, one that had been going on for a long time before she had arrived and would be going on for quite a while in the future, after she was gone. Had these strange sets of circumstances been bugs in this place's programming? Who could say?

The morning's intercom greeting was strange, as well. Federal training whatsit? It didn't seem like this happened very often, from the sound of it, but so much had happened since the last day she remembered that the former Demon Palace Emperor was ready to take pretty much anything at face value.

The room she woke up in was still empty. Wondering where to stick the half-cracked bat that she'd picked up last night, she shoved it under the mattress hastily when she heard footsteps in the hall.

The stupid nurse was the same as ever, though. Some things never changed. "Ahh, good morning, Eileen. It's so nice to see you awake."

Alkaid rolled her eyes at the nurse's chuckle, and shook her head. She didn't care that the NPC thought it was nice, she just wanted to see the rest of the institute already.. see what had changed! "Yeah, it's fantastic. Whatever! Just take me where I'm going and be done with it!"

It was just then that she realized that she was not wanting to devour the flesh of the nurse in front of her. And that the pain on her arm had kind of abated - she couldn't see through the thick bandages they had covered her arm with, but she wondered if her skin was still rotting off like a zombie. Had they somehow cured her infection overnight? Or was the nurse not human, like Alkaid had always thought?

There was only one thing for it: she had to go somewhere else.

"Chapel, sun room, or cafeteria, then?"

"Does it look like I care?"

The nurse sighed, then started walking Alkaid down the hall, up the stairs, and down another hall to the chapel. No one here yet, huh? That was weird. She couldn't imagine that no one else'd show up, but who could say? This place had been turned on its ass.

The chapel was empty so far, and kind of nondescript. She shooed the nurse away, and stood in the middle of the space between the pews, standing akimbo. What would happen today? What would she learn about herself... her situation? How long had she been sleeping? Was she really still going freaking undead, or had that been somehow taken care of?

All this would come to light really soon. She hoped. Geez, too many mysteries!!

[unwittingly awaiting Haseo]

[identity profile] roger-hug.livejournal.com 2009-08-11 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
Bridget leaned back in the pew, thinking and kicking a foot back and forth for a moment. "Well..." he began slowly. "The sheer amount of creatures set on us in the town below seemed to be far beyond the norm for this place, and indeed, the walking dead of this sort is a new tactic for this place. It would stand to reason that this was not the Head Doctor's doing. Or I suppose he is the former Head Doctor now?" His foot stopped and the hunter tilted his head.

"It could have had something to do with 'Jane' or even 'Alec', but the fact that both claimed to be on the side of the captives leads one to wonder what,exactly,is going on now." He turned and the intelligent young man was covered once more by the perfect picture of cluelessness. "I just hope not too many people were hurt up here at the facility. Are you okay?"

[identity profile] poolcuemurder.livejournal.com 2009-08-11 09:31 am (UTC)(link)
"I've heard mention on the board of Alec Doyle and how he was supposedly dead, but who is Jane?" Did he mean "Jill?" Or was this another woman altogether? With all the talk of some woman the two men wanted (he'd have to thank his captors for giving him something else to feel uncomfortable about. Another love triangle), any information regarding just who it was could be a very important piece to solving a) the puzzle of what they were doing here and b) how they returned back to their own time.

He needed to be back in his own time. If this had just been a simple relocation, he had no doubts the Guild would find him and put this to rest if he couldn't escape on his own. But to be brought through the folds of time? He would be lying if he said it didn't make him feel dizzy and just how much he hated that. How could he have ever planned for something like this happening...?

...that question was another thing he didn't expect. Why was Bridget even asking that, aside from just being polite? He paused and glanced down at his now-bandaged right arm, his words losing a bit of their normally cold edge. "Yes, I'm fine. Are you?"

[identity profile] roger-hug.livejournal.com 2009-08-11 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
(Gah! No Jane. That was a mun mess up. Teach me to post right before I pass out for the night. SORRY!!)

A moment of pain crossed his face, then it was a return to bright smiles. "I'm fine. Didn't get hurt at all last night. His own arm was still bandaged, but that was part of a request he had with the nurse to at least wait to see if the scars were going to fade at all.