Night 56: F31-40 Hallway

[bodhiandspirit]

Normally, Rita wouldn't touch the slop the military called food, but after a long and quiet dinner shift with nothing but her stomach to listen to, she finally gave in and took a few bites. It tasted terrible, and it was demeaning to be expected to eat it, but with her roommate fast asleep, Rita had managed to get a small amount down her throat

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[roseoverture]

It was the static that finally woke her.

"Mmnn..."

Utena rolled over in bed and faced away from the nightstand. Her eyes were still shut, but she scrunched them closed even tighter, trying to will the sudden burst of noise to go away. Man did she have the worst sleep headache. What time was it even? Dark, anyway. Was nightshift starting?

She didn't have much time to process more than that before she realized whose voice she was hearing from the nightstand drawer. "Mm? Marc?" she wondered, rubbing at her eyes. There was someone else talking over him, but she couldn't tell who yet through the pounding in her head. "Owwwowowowow..." she hissed as she sat up, pushing the heel of her hand into her temple.

It was only after another moment or two that she noticed a few things. One was that the hand she held to her temple wasn't just touching hair and skin, but the fabric of some kind of hat, too. The other was that the second radio voice sounded a little familiar...

"Wait, is that Landel?" Utena's eyes widened, scrambling in the

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[roseoverture]

There weren't many other people out yet. Night was already well underway, then. Utena listened to the radio as well as she could while moving up to the far end of the hall. Landel was going on about being unable to lead the facility and embracing opposite rolls and such. She had to grit her teeth at that. Landel, helping them? No way. The sun would boil away into nothing before that ever happened. He had to be up to something. Nobody as bad as Landel could just switch sides and become a good guy at the drop of a hat