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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[personal profile] boyking 2009-08-30 08:57 am (UTC)(link)
All at once seemed to be the theme for this place. Sam was no stranger to having life throw a bunch of crap at him, but he couldn't deny that it was getting harder and harder to juggle everything in a way that he hadn't before. He wasn't even sure what it was. Maybe just the fact that he was so cut off from any resources at all. It wasn't about the sheer lack of answers, it was the sheer lack of a way to look for any answers in the first place.

"Well." Sam returned to his dinner. "It sounded like you weren't exactly new to...odd occurrences."

From what Peter had told him, anyway. The abilities, messages from the future, apparently. Sam didn't know enough to really put together too much about Peter. He knew the guy wasn't a hunter, by all accounts. Someone who got caught up in something bigger, more like. He was curious, but he didn't want to pry even if he did get the occasional urge to just ask Peter to spill everything.

He smiled a little. "I'll pass that along to him tonight."

If there was any part of Dean that actually was glad for that, Sam knew it was probably overridden by him feeling guilty over it. Despite not having anything to have to feel guilty for. But that wasn't something he could shake out of his brother, that stupid sense of responsibility Dean had, the one that'd made him sell his soul.

[identity profile] human-sponge.livejournal.com 2009-08-30 09:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Believe me, my life was pretty normal until a few months before I arrived here," Peter explained. Well, fairly normal. With the kind of family he had grown up under, things had never been picture perfect, but Peter was pretty sure he'd come to terms with that. Sure, he was still angry at his dad for a lot of things, but he'd forced himself to work past a lot of that after the man's death. Sometimes he wished he'd repaired things with the man earlier, but he also knew that if Arthur was still around, they would still be just as much at odds as ever.

His mother? She was a whole other story.

"I guess I adapt pretty quickly, but... it's sort of like, what else can you do, y'know?" He hadn't been willing to admit that he wasn't developing powers -- he wasn't like Nathan, who probably would have been content to hide it for as long as he could have gotten away with it. Instead, he'd completely accepted them and things had just snowballed from there.

Peter nodded at Sam's next comment and was about to jokingly ask him if had any messages for Nathan, but that was when the intercom went off...