Hey...

Who's still listening to this thing?

[A pause. She taps on the speaker a bit.]

It's so silent now.

Who's even still here?

So how is everyone doing? Feeling? I know some people got banged up and stuff. How are we all coming along?

[Calm and nearly monotone.I hate this place. I hate the floors. I hate every tile in the floors. I hate the windows and every pane of glass in the windows. I hate the ceilings and the roofs. I hate the tables in the cafeteria and the chairs too and everything about it that's keeping me that much further away from being out of here ( Read more... )

[Rapid noises as someone shuffles around the room, not stopping to look at anything in particular, restless. Her voice gets louder and softer as she comes close to the intercom and then paces away from it.So, somebody said to me that maybe it would be effective if I asked a doctor this. So, I'm asking: doctors, would it be okay if we camped out ( Read more... )

Are we going to learn to ride or something?

[Her voice is quiet, rather aloof, not really meant to be picked up by the intercom...]

Poor things. That was quick, wasn't it...? Only a few days and you're looking poorly already.

Guess that's the way of it.

[Someone is humming, at a distance to the intercom that varies; first nearer, then farther, in an absentminded, not-entirely-aware way. It sounds a little odd, really, rather like the person humming has forgotten that they are making any noise at all, or like they're aiming to entertain someone who doesn't exist ( Read more... )

I realize that the veranda is open, but I'm wondering if anyone else is in the mood for a bit of a walk - would someone be willing to escort me to one of the more unkempt parts of the island?

Beg pardon, staff... but are we going outside today or - what?

[Sounding seriously stressed, here.]

I want... out of this room.

I want a different room. Now.

GET ME OUT.