Day 60: Intercom, Evening

[damned_intercom]

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

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[loyalrose]

And that hadn't been at all creepy, Rose thought of the dinner announcement as she was escorted back into her room. She didn't touch her tray, even though the sight of it was certainly more tempting than the gruel had been. Instead, she sprawled out on her stomach on the bed and grabbed her journal, flipping open to the maps she'd copied down from the board today and set about memorizing it. She was tired of not knowing where she was going in this place when she finally got the chance. It was time to fix that.

[selfnighted]

Someone sounded as if he enjoyed describing food. Perhaps the doctor-administrator's true calling had been a chef-novelist. The mental image was amusing, at least.

"I hope you aren't injured?" Maya asked as she took a seat at her desk. Really, though-despite the bloody mess Maya had witnessed last night, she still hadn't seen any of the alleged monsters with her own eyes. She was beginning to suspect she simply couldn't see them; though of course, she had to be attacked by one to know for sure. Perhaps she needed to wait in one place in the dark hallways for a few minutes.

All the more reason not to do it. Curiosity killed the... she thought, amused, as she looked at dinner. It did look good. That was one point in the doctor's favor, but if he'd expected anyone to treat tonight's meal with anything but caution, he was far too optimistic. On that note, Maya must be optimistic as well, to wonder what happened to the Radio Man. "Not hungry?" she asked Rose.