Day 40: Intercom, Afternoon
When the Head Doctor came onto the intercom, he did so with a bit of a grunt.
"Hmph," he said, and there was a rustling of clothing, as if he was adjusting his tie. "I can never seem to get this paperwork finished-"
There was the sound of an office chair swiveling.
"Nurse Lydia, do you think you could help me with-"
"No."
The Head Doctor seemed to pause as if taken aback. When he next spoke, he even sounded a little angry despite his usual daytime demeanor.
"Lydia, last time I checked, you took orders from-"
"Dr. Landel," Lydia said levelly, "I can't help you at this moment because your microphone is on."
There was a long, awkward pause before the Head Doctor let out a high laugh.
"So it is!" he exclaimed, his voice becoming convincingly jovial in a matter of seconds. The sound of Nurse Lydia sighing could be heard faintly in the background. "Well, good afternoon, everyone! I hope everyone is having a nice lunch, and now, we will be separating the men and women into different groups again; women will be heading out to the Rec Field while men will be doing activities in the Greenhouse. This next shift will also be our last set of therapy sessions for the week, so make the very most of it!
"I believe that's all," he continued, seeming to be in a very big hurry to end his embarrassing announcement. "So long!"
The intercom clicked.
...Then it clicked again. And again.
"...Lydia, I think there's something wrong-"
Another sigh. "What now?"
"The speakers won't-"
The sound from the office suddenly went muffled, as if someone had clamped their hound down on the microphone. Unfortunately for the Head Doctor, however, the voices were still more-or-less audible.
"-won't turn off. It's stuck in the down position."
A long pause.
"I've told you the wiring in your office should be checked, Sir, but you always say you're too busy with paperwork."
"I am! It's not like I've got Doyle around to help me anymore - could you please just call tech support?"
Nurse Lydia took in a deep breath.
"Yes, Sir." There was a faint sound of heels clicking against the floor. "But first, you might want to disconnect the-"
The intercom went silent.
"Hmph," he said, and there was a rustling of clothing, as if he was adjusting his tie. "I can never seem to get this paperwork finished-"
There was the sound of an office chair swiveling.
"Nurse Lydia, do you think you could help me with-"
"No."
The Head Doctor seemed to pause as if taken aback. When he next spoke, he even sounded a little angry despite his usual daytime demeanor.
"Lydia, last time I checked, you took orders from-"
"Dr. Landel," Lydia said levelly, "I can't help you at this moment because your microphone is on."
There was a long, awkward pause before the Head Doctor let out a high laugh.
"So it is!" he exclaimed, his voice becoming convincingly jovial in a matter of seconds. The sound of Nurse Lydia sighing could be heard faintly in the background. "Well, good afternoon, everyone! I hope everyone is having a nice lunch, and now, we will be separating the men and women into different groups again; women will be heading out to the Rec Field while men will be doing activities in the Greenhouse. This next shift will also be our last set of therapy sessions for the week, so make the very most of it!
"I believe that's all," he continued, seeming to be in a very big hurry to end his embarrassing announcement. "So long!"
The intercom clicked.
...Then it clicked again. And again.
"...Lydia, I think there's something wrong-"
Another sigh. "What now?"
"The speakers won't-"
The sound from the office suddenly went muffled, as if someone had clamped their hound down on the microphone. Unfortunately for the Head Doctor, however, the voices were still more-or-less audible.
"-won't turn off. It's stuck in the down position."
A long pause.
"I've told you the wiring in your office should be checked, Sir, but you always say you're too busy with paperwork."
"I am! It's not like I've got Doyle around to help me anymore - could you please just call tech support?"
Nurse Lydia took in a deep breath.
"Yes, Sir." There was a faint sound of heels clicking against the floor. "But first, you might want to disconnect the-"
The intercom went silent.