They're coming to take me away, ha-ha...

[Bjorn]

Bjorn takes the tea, and steps outside his cell to drink it (it's better cold, really!), studying the area thoughtfully.  When he's done, he palms the little figurine as inconspicuously as he can, returns to his cell, and grabs the extra clothing off the bed.  He then deposits the new clothing in the dresser (the figurine underneath his extra jumpsuits), and then collapses on the bed, drifting off to sleep as fast as he is able.

[Brian]

You hit the bed, and you're out like a light, figurine safely (one hopes) stowed away.

[Brian]

You wake up to a knock at the door,  Whoever it is that's knocking is polite enough not to just barge in, at least.  Either you turned the lights into night mode, or they turned themselves that way once enough time passed.  A single light glows from the washroom, always on, and it provides scarce illumination through the curtain drawn over the doorway.

[Bjorn]

Rolling to his feet, Bjorn takes quick inventory of his current state of tiredness (minus aldrenaline rush from sudden awaking), and then goes to answer the door, by expedient of opening it and saying, "Hello?"  After all,  the people I don't want to talk to can force their way in, and I think being rumpled is accepetable all things considered.  Thank God for not having to shave.

OOC: Post from BEYOND THE BROADBAND!

[Brian]

It's either still 'day' in the playroom, or it's 'day' again.  It's hard to track time in this place.  You're momentarily blinded when you open the door, but quickly make out the shapes of yet another doctor, and two guards.  This doctor looks tired, and annoyed, but says, "Hello," back to you, glancing briefly at a PDA held in his hand.  "How are you feeling today, Mr. Christianson?"

[Bjorn]

"I'm feeling like I probably need a shower," Bjorn replies drily.  "And how are you today, Doctor...?"

[Brian]

"Richmond," he says, nodding at you.  "Peter Richmond.  If you're feeling up to it, we'd like to give you a physical, and maybe run through some T and B series tests....  But if you want a shower, I can come back in an hour."

[Bjorn]

Richmod... that's the one Megan said wasn't as bad, right?

Shrugging, Bjorn replies, "Even odds says I'll want a shower after your tests, if this is anything like yesterday.  'T' tests are for telepathy, I assume.... 'B' tests are, what, physical mutations?"

As he's speaking, he runs his fingers through his hair to straighten it as best as he's able (which is not at all -- all he manages to do is flatten out the bits that aren't cowlicks, making him look even more wild), and stepping out the door to join the doctor on the walkway outside.

[Brian]

"Eh?  Not mutations, that'd be covered under the physical.  B series is to test you for..." he pauses, and checks his PDA.  "'Abnormally high reaction speed or reflexes'," he quotes.  Looking back at you, he assures, "Nothing dangerous, of course."  He takes a few steps back, then motions for you to follow him.  The guards continue to eye you uneasily, though.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn follows after the doctor, striding easily, ignoring the guards.   "Do you mind if I ask exactly what the test is going to entail?"

[Brian]

"T-series, for starters?  Cards, the shell game, and a few surprises for you.  B-series ... well, are you a fan of ping-pong?"  The guards follow you with a quick gait, following the same proceedure as ... yesterday? ... once you clear the door and security station.

[Bjorn]

"No," replies Bjorn, quite succintly.

The guards are really nervous.  Why?  Is it just because of the Ashnod thing, or...?  Hm.

Mental note: ask Megan about this place's defenses.

[Brian]

"Pity," Richmond repilies, consulting his PDA.  "Well, anyway, if B series doesn't get any results you're scheduled for M series with Dr. Peterson tomorrow."

[Bjorn]

"'M' series is... matter manipulation?  How does the classification scheme work, anyways?"  For at least a minute or two, curiousity allows Bjorn to forget his current predicament.

[Brian]

"Dr. Peterson came up with the naming scheme," Dr. Richmond says, almost apologetically.  "When we were new, we all put out suggestions in a hat.  He won.  Anyway, M is mental defense, B is bio.  It's relatively intuitive -- your number will indicate your relative strength in the area."