http://damned-intercom.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] damned-intercom.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] damned_institute2009-08-27 04:05 am

Day 43: Intercom, Evening

Hello! I.R.I.S. here once more to announce to you, our honored guests, that you have officially made it through a day of our typical Landel's treatment. Of course, it isn't quite over: we will now have you retire to our designated patient quarters with one of your agency partners to inspect their sleeping area and the tools that we provide them with for the true bulk of our behavioral testing. On an added note, we would like you to notice once again that the meals we provide to our subjects are of the highest quality.

For those of you feeling apprehensive about taking part in our more intensive methods, please be aware that we would never imagine putting all of you in any danger whatsoever. This last shift will be your last at our Institute; afterward, we will escort you to our Head Doctor's personal observation station to survey some of our test Next-Wave participants in the rigorous trials we put them through – all for their betterment, of course.

Once again, we hope that you are satisfied with what you find, and as always, direct any questions you may have to your console.


The nurses began to escort the patients to their rooms. They didn't even seem to be brought to awareness by words such as "testing" and "subjects."

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Re: F32

[identity profile] sheisthecause.livejournal.com 2009-08-29 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
Meche found herself laughing out loud at the image of her roommate decking zombies left and right. It probably hadn't been any more fun at the time for Donna than it had been for her, but there was still something funny about the image of the other woman elbowing her way through the crowd like it was the sale of the century--probably telling those monsters exactly what she thought of them the whole time.

"Sorry, I'm not laughing at you," she explained. "It's too bad that that happened right when you woke up. It's just that I can really picture you going down the street clocking those things. Maybe it taught them a little respect for the importance of a decent pedicure."

Talking helped, but Meche couldn't help feeling restless. Dinner shift seemed so long tonight. She reached idly for the flashlight and flicked it on and off--nothing. Right, the battery had run out. Hadn't there been a spare somewhere? She started rummaging impatiently through the desk drawer. "Doyleton was a mess, wasn't it? I was in the hotel, and there was a fire; we made a barricade with all the dining room furniture...I wonder if there'll be anything left to take us back to next week."