Day 58: Intercom, Dawn

[damned_intercom]

Dawn broke with the hustle and bustle of staff, uniformed men and women moving to and fro to wake patients from their slumber. Those who managed to slip through their watchful eyes and gain an extra minute or two of shuteye were soon rudely awakened by a rather enthusiastic man with a Western accent

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[bastard_sadi]

It was the unfamiliar voice that woke Daemon, bringing him out of a deep slumber. His mind processed the words, not making sense of them as he pushed himself up on one elbow and rubbed the sleep from his eyes with a knuckle. That was odd. Why was it morning again? Hadn’t he just had breakfast…?

The thought brought him more wide awake and he sat up. Then blinked down at himself in utter confusion. Hell’s Fire, what was he wearing now? Granted, the demented smiley was missing - thank the Darkness for that - but now he was in some sort of uniform. Military? Not that he’d ever worn such a thing before, but it had the look of one. What had happened in the span of time since breakfast, that there were unfamiliar voices babbling about soldiers and opportunities - sounding far too chipper for this early in the day, for that matter - and that he’d suddenly sprouted a new outfit