DAMNED || LANDEL'S INSTITUTE

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Day 60: Intercom, Evening
New Intercom
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The intercom jingled at its standard time, with the Head Doctor still in his over-the-top, jovial mood. It seemed not even the evening light could keep down the love he held for his job.

"Good evening, everyone! I hope your soul is filled with music from last shift; I know mine is."

There again was a stretch of silence. When the Head Doctor continued, he sounded marginally disappointed.

"But now it's time to wind down the day with a bit of dinner. Tonight, we'll be serving turkey breasts and quality gravy, with sides of garlic mashed potatoes, steamed broccoli, grilled asparagus, and a small salad. For dessert, we will be having pumpkin pie with optional whipped creme. As per usual, we will have our vegetarian alternatives and a wide selection of drinks available. Turkey lovers, be sure to take advantage of the food; it'll be an entire week before you can have this delectable meat again."

He chuckled at the statement. One might have labeled it as dark.

"Anyway, enjoy! I will wish you all a good night momentarily!"

The intercom clicked off.

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Though he was feeling better from two consecutive shifts with upbeat conversations, the trepidation returned to the Scarecrow as he approached his room. Though he spent every dinner with Depth Charge, it seemed like it had been forever since they'd truly talked. Dinner the night before had been interrupted by Major Harrington— he could only hope the Major was okay, and had made it out safely in the chaos of the night. And he'd been asleep the night before that. Come to think of it, their last real conversation had been the day of the mission, when they were coming up with a plan to attract Rosemarie's attention.

That distinct lump formed in his throat; he tried to swallow it down before pushing the door to his room open. That conversation had gone well enough to accomplish their goal, but some points of it hit too close to just be pretend.

For the moment, it seemed he was the only one in the room. He set his tray on his desk and had a seat, deciding to finish his meal quickly. Maybe if he didn't have his mouth full of food, he could find the right words to say to his roommate.

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