The intercom's announcement didn't begin with a hiss this time. It was a faint clicking, first faint, then louder, as if the Head Doctor's hand was underneath his desk and slowly turning a volume dial up as he rapped the tip of his pencil upon his desk's surface
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He sat up without opening his eyes, one hand pressing on his temple as he tried to recall exactly what had happened the day before. Perhaps that would shed some light on the situation...
Though, it had been a wholly unexciting day. He hadn't been drunk, so hangover was out of the question; that damned annoying Turk had barged into the laboratory again, preaching as always, but that annoyance had been dealt with in a rather effective way, if the scientist did say so himself. Their work would not be interrupted again.
This reflection did nothing to explain the source of his headache, though, so he opened his eyes and immediately frowned when what he saw was not at all familiar. White walls, floor, furniture... Hojo would have assumed that perhaps he'd been injured and couldn't recall but the room didn't much look like a standard hospital room. And he was wearing grey happy-face pajamas.
What the hell.With a light scowl, Hojo stood, first doing a quick search of the room ( ... )
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