Day 55: Intercom, Evening

[damned_intercom]

Snow doubled in number as the day transitioned into the evening hours. Unfortunately, none of the patients were allowed the time to enjoy the weather changes. They were instead greeted by the telltale jingle of the intercom, signaling their cue to return indoors

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M25

[quarter_english]

That morning, L had noticed that his latest roommate was gone, but there had been so many other changes that it hadn't been particularly noteworthy: his roommates vanished at a regular rate, if not a predictable one. Abe was the only one he had missed, so far. He would be lucky to find someone with Abe's abilities again; he doubted that it would happen. It was a shame, a serious disappointment, to have such a valuable insurance policy cancelled, but apart from that, Abe had been about as trustworthy as anyone was. That couldn't have been said about the three others

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[predictator]

It had come as something of a surprise when Izaya was informed-not in so many words-that he'd been reassigned to a different room. The first clue had come, of course, when the soldier escorting him turned entirely too soon; first it was the other of the two halls that branched off from the main, and then it was the first block hallway instead of the second... assuming this hallway had the same layout as the other.

When he'd asked the soldier about it, all he'd gotten was silence. The question had just been for confirmation, but the soldier could have at least acknowledged it... Really, it was such a shame; had the soldier been at all talkative, maybe he could have gotten a few answers about the new change in regime

Re: M25

[quarter_english]

The door opened, forcing L to abandon the idea of rifling through his latest roommate's possessions. The new arrival paused to watch the departure of his military escort, and L used the moment of inattention to analyze his own first impressions of the other man.

Japanese ethnicity, like so many people at Landel's. Average build, on the slender side, and six centimetres or so shorter than L himself. If they stood face to face, they would be able to look each other in the eye. He could recall having seen the other man around; he had seen him in the Sun Room, he knew, in the old uniform. That meant that he was unlikely to be expected to take part in the tedious process of helping a new patient get settled--more tedious, now that they seemed less like patients and more like unwilling recruits.

The family name and the bow were only interesting in that they confirmed his estimation of Izaya's background. The personal name itself, though... not a common Japanese name. An alias? he wondered. If so, why? What do you have to hide, Izaya?"

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[predictator]

...Ryuuzaki, was it? It was a Japanese name, but Izaya's first though was that the man didn't match it. But then again... Ah, now that he looked for it, he could see hints of Japanese features in Ryuuzaki's face. A mixed ancestry, then