Day 26: Intercom, Morning

[damned_intercom]

The intercom clicked on with its usually cheery air and the Head Doctor seemed to call out the events of the day with a smile that was nearly audible.

"I trust that everyone enjoyed a hearty breakfast! Now, as I'm sure everyone is looking forward to the events of today, I will come clean with what they are! Yes, that's right, today, everyone will

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[teacupdeath]

Riddick was on his feet before anything else registered. Like the fact that he was now crouched on a mattress. Odd. He glanced around the room, taking in the furniture, the smells, and the fact that he was quite alone in a two-person room. It wasn't a cell, it was more like an infirmary or asylum room. The latter, most likely, as there was a lack of medical equipment one would expect for the former.

The pain from his injuries had vanished, the wounds healed completely. Confused, he looked down at his clothing, grey and comfortable but otherwise useless. He'd been wearing stolen Necromonger armor... where did that go? And his goggles had been off, but now they were on, shielding his sensitive eyes from the bright overhead light. He fingered the yellow happy face patch on his shirt. I've died and gone to hell. But he didn't remember dying. Or going to sleep, for that matter. The last thing he remembered was sitting on the Lord Marshal's throne, exhausted and overwhelmed, new leader of an entire race he didn't give a shit about. And

[teacupdeath]

The door opened, but nobody walked through.

"Mister Fine," came a calm male voice from outside the door, "Let's not have another episode, please."

Fine? Is this some kind of joke? Riddick stayed put, silent.

"We're two very big, strong men," continued the voice, "and we have no qualms about putting you back under sedation. We were hoping to see you better by now, though. Let's all be friends and work through your illness together, yes?"

Riddick might not win a fight against them if the guy was telling the truth. Not while he wasn't sure of his own body. Fuck. Well, the last thing he wanted to add to the situation was drugs, so if he played their game nicely they might slip up long enough for him to get the advantage. Plus he needed to know which way to run once he started.

"We're coming in now," said the voice, and Riddick stepped away from the closet and waited, tense but patient. The two orderlies were huge, and apparently relieved to see him standing there quietly as opposed to attacking them

[teacupdeath]

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[roger_hug]

Bridget didn't want to get up, but the light was so bright and ... He groaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"Status report Roger." Silence. The blonde boy blinked and finally looked around. This wasn't his room. It was so.. tidy, for one. And what on Earth was he wearing?!? Ew. That's when he spotted his companion, lying face down on the ground

[sword_and_demon]

Sparda had been fairly sure that the out-come of his latest battle could not have been pleasant. He had been out-numbered; out-numbered to the point that the fact that he was much tougher than any human gave him very little advantage, only prolonging the battle. However, he had taken many of the demons down before finally being defeated. There were some injuries his human body couldn’t recover from, and it didn’t have the almost endless stamina he’d possessed as a demon

[mylackofeffort]

Quatre had gone to sleep with sore muscles. It had been a long day. Still, he preferred the days where he got his hands dirty to the ones he spent behind a desk. He felt like he could get more done. It was comforting to feel his body tighten up do to physical labor instead of feel it getting kinks from sitting and filling out paperwork.

His dreams were... uneasy, but then they usually were. It wasn't enough to cause him worry, because he felt that if all of his worries could pour out in his sleep then he should be able to focus on his hopes when he was awake.

When he finally did wake it was with the lazy grogginess of someone who didn't have to worry about the end of a watch shift or the possibility of attack. It was nice, but it made it so that his eyes took a while to focus.

This wasn't his room. He sat up, concerned about this and realized that he also wasn't in his own clothes. His eyes widened. Someone had taken him to a strange room, undressed him and then... what? What was the point? Quatre stood up and tried the door,

[inb4crazy]

At first, it didn't click that Mion wasn't where she should be. In fact, when she woke up, she rolled over and tried to get back to sleep. It was the weekend, after all, and she doubted being a little late to club activities in the city would be the end of the world

[inb4crazy]

((Continued here))