Day 41: Intercom, Evening

[damned_intercom]

When the intercom's jingle sounded, there seemed to be some kind of tapping in the background noise, like letters being punched into a keyboard. It stopped and the Head Doctor chuckled.

"Hello, everyone! I'm actually taking a break from paperwork for once - everyone needs some recreational time, you know! - and of course, now we can all look

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F34

[dahliahasthorns]

Ugh. Dahlia was thankful for small miracles. It had been a long day, she was tired of sobbing hysterically on Junpei's shoulder, and dinner by herself (shortly followed by sleeping and not being hanged) sounded wonderful. She played the normal innocent game until her nurse was out of the room, then went to eating her fish with gusto. Much better than prison food. All she needed now was some more lackeys to do what she wanted them to and everything would be perfectly fine with her

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[themotherreborn]

Eileen wasn't entirely certain what to expect when she was led back to an entirely different room than the one she'd left that morning. Why did they keep changing rooms? Or was it just standard when new patients were brought in?

She understood it all meant that she wasn't rooming with Renamon anymore. The girl had been nice - and helpful. They hadn't been terribly close, but Eileen liked her. And it was nice, having one stable person she saw and talked with every day.

She was escorted to F34, and she made note of the number. She was ushered in, and gave the red haired woman already inside a friendly nod and a little wave. Obviously, this was her new roommate.

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[dahliahasthorns]

...Of course. Wish for one thing, get the opposite. Whatever.

The second the woman walked into the room, Dahlia had her mask back on, smiling sweetly and giving a wave of her own. "Oh! Hello, miss. My name is Dahlia Hawthorne and... well, I guess we are roommates now. I hope we can get along just fine." She stuck out a hand, waiting for the handshake so she could get back to dinner.

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[themotherreborn]

"Hi!" Eileen said in return, cheerily. "I'm Eileen Galvin. It's nice to meet you, Dahlia. That's a really pretty name." Sort of exotic, but one that Eileen swore was familiar. Where had she heard it before? Well, it probably didn't matter. Dahlia seemed perfectly nice, just like everyone else she'd met so far.

"I'm sure we'll get along," she added, before taking her own seat to address her dinner. Damn, another day and she hadn't asked anyone to go with her tonight. Maybe she could find Yohji again....

M16

[clockmongler]

That stretch of silence in the shower lasted far longer than X would have liked. He did, occasionally, turn his attention to Grell and doing as such lifted his spirits a bit (was it considered leering if they looked back?), but so long as he was trapped in that room with that steam and water irritating his burn, he was not alright. Needless to say, he was quick to leave the instant it seemed IX would say no more.

It appeared that Mr. Grants was not in the quarters at the moment, which was fine with Luxord. He took to slowly eating his dinner and planning the events for both the night and the next day in his head. To think, last night was such a fine experience! Now he was having to take care of an injured II, "Tim" was plotting his demise, dearest Brainiac was trying to place a wedge between him and Celes, Celes had every right to be suspicious of his actions, and Grell was... well, Grell was Grell and Luxord appreciated that. What a mess this was all becoming...

M62

[perfectrecord]

As von Karma started in on his meal in his new room, he reflected on what had happened during the previous shift. Despite the promise of a potential new minion, his mood had gone from marginally pleasant to grumpy (although the latter was hardly new for him) just in the space of what was apparently only a couple of hours. His attempt to control the high amount of worthless nonsense on the bulletin board was foiled by reminders that he was merely adding to the "noise to signal ratio." Very well. If they were uninterested in using it to share more practical information, such as what his student and this "Lelouch" were doing, so be it. He would just have to continue to seek out more rational people to talk to in person, such as Javert

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[oil_connoisseur]

Megatron’s female human, as inevitably as always, had returned. The voice over the intercom was odd, and horrifically cheery - obviously, the Quintessons had brainwashed a few dozen humans into performing their bidding, along with a few figureheads to keep the masses in line.

The human had let him stop at the bathroom, which turned out to be a wholly traumatizing experience unto itself. What had truly shocked him, even more than this body’s natural biological processes, was the discovery of his reflection in one of the mirrors. It had been rather surreal, watching a human face, a human form, copy his movements. Megatron’s facial components were as lined as he had assumed, and he was unfortunately in possession of more hair than what should be possible.

Any denial of his humanity, his mortality, to that point was quickly nullified. He was not only organic, but also a clearly aged organic. Age wasn’t a concept that was necessarily a predominant worry for Cybertronians, as they could be upgraded to a point. This was not something he

[ruthless_hunter]

For once, Lockdown didn't grumble as he was led back to his room for evening refuelling. After the events of last night and today, he had a feeling that he and HK-47 were going to have some very interesting conversations tonight.

HK wasn't here yet, so Lockdown just sat quietly on his bed until his fuel was brought to him. "Well, let's see what I'm suppossed to intake today,"

The bounty hunter looked down at his food. Today it was some sort of pink meat (salmon, he suppossed), a lump of white stuff, possibly the 'potatoes', and some sort of vegetation in the form of small green stalks. Lockdown started on his meal, taking his usual tiny bites, since he had nothing better to do until HK got here.

[arc_wrench]

HK should have been distinctly miffed at the whole world at this particular moment. His hair was still wet, every once in a while releasing a few drops of water down the back of his neck in small skirmish attacks on the dryness of the rest of him. The shower that had gotten him wet in the first place was another reason he should be miffed. After all, he'd had to deal with the terror that was meatbag-kind, unclothed in all their squishiness.

But HK was not miffed, because he was having a delightful time confusing the fek out of his nurse. She always kept saying how he shouldn't talk about such morbid subjects, but now that he was cheerfully spouting off phrases like "Statement: I just adore all meatbags." And only subvocalizing the rest of the statement so that it could be true, the nurse now suspected he was up to something.

He was still talking almost without stopping for breath as he was lead into his cell. That unfortunately meant that the other inorganic would hear him, and that might absolutely ruin his blood-stained

[ruthless_hunter]

As Lockdown ate his food, he heard voices down the hall, coming towards his room. Ah, that must be the nurse bringing HK back.

However, as they got closer and their words clearer, Lockdown noticed that something was wrong. For a minute, he thought he was just mishearing things. However, once they were right outside the door, the bounty hunter realized that he hadn't misheard. HK-47 was being... peaceful!

Once HK was inside and calling 'good night' to the nurse, Lockdown just stared at him with a surprised and disbelieving look on his face. What the slag happened to his roommate?

He then let out a small chuckle. This had to be a joke. "Alright, HK, the human's gone now. So you can stop freaking me out with your act."

[arc_wrench]

Oh, it was all HK could do to keep from breaking from this current exercise to laugh uncontrollably! This was proving to be far more entertaining than he had expected.

If Lockdown had been HK's master, or possessed chocolate, HK would have immediately dropped the pacifistic facade like the terrifying concept that it really was. But because the bounty hunter was neither, HK took his words as a sign of weakness and impending fun. "Query: Whatever do you mean?" He asked, voice rather unnervingly peaceful. "Statement: This is no act." It is an entertaining experiment.

M101

[longlivetehking]

As predicted, Scar hadn't been able to leave the depths of hell damp room before making an attempt at showering. He received a scolding from his nurse as she helped his charge into his clothing before being led back to his room. The feline merely chose to ignore her aside from shooting her the occasional glare. After all, having to get wet was totally her fault!

On the bright side, at least he didn't have to endure such a hellish experience for a day or two again.

It seemed his dear roommate hadn't arrived just yet, so Scar settled on the sleeping-furniture to eat his dinner. Or an attempt at eating it without creating a large mess, at least. In the mean time, he wondered what to do for tonight.