[centre][color=00aeef][h1][i][b]Arthur Seymour[/b][/i][/h1][/color]
[h2]The First Morning[/h2]
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[color=gray]Arthur had been up for some time before his alarm began to ring, precisely at 08:00 as promised by the still-nameless researcher.  It wasn't the most offensive alarm he had ever heard but it was most definitely one that you couldn't ignore, blaring out a toneless alarm at high volume without any apparent way to stop or acknowledge it; presumably a way to prevent any kind of snoozing.  He couldn't hear any other alarms, the sound-proofing in the rooms being excellent, and he had yet to venture out from his room that morning.

Upon waking up he tried to instil some normality in this new, semi-imprisoned, life and used the kettle provided in his room to make a cup of tea.  A small but well-stocked mini-fridge under the desk had some fresh milk in it as well as a variety of soft drinks and juices.  There were no snacks in the room but he remembered seeing vending machines in the cafeteria so presumably they could always stock up and bring food back to their rooms if they wanted.  Other than the basic facilities there was a large TV on one wall which he had discovered had a variety of streaming subscriptions to both film and music channels but with no direct internet access available.

Having freshened himself up with the beverage he investigated the bathroom properly, having only given it a cursory look for toothpaste the night before, and found the shower to be highly adjustable and had enough power to be decent.  Everything so far in the facility had been top notch, luxurious without being so much so that he felt overwhelmed.  It was like being in a four star hotel closing in on being a five star, the main thing being a lack of natural light although weird oblong wall heaters with mirrored surfaces gave an illusion of sunlight flooding the rooms.

He had been leafing through one of the few books, fairly standard fare, when the alarm starting going off and had decided that was his cue to go out and find some breakfast.  It was especially late in the day for him, usually he breakfasted at about six o'clock in the morning, so he was bordering on ravenous as he made his way to the cafeteria.  No one else had made it that far, or at least no one was currently there, so he pushed into the now open kitchen to look around.  As he did so there was a buzz as the intercom fizzled into action and a cheery, but slightly sleepy sounding, researcher they would all remember from the day before spoke.[/color]

"Good morning all!  I hope you slept well in your new quarters - if you have any requests then let us know, within reason of course! You can do it all through the TV and it'll come straight to Resourcing!  More importantly, we have a new face joining us today.  She's the last of our group and had to have some tests completed before we knew it was safe for her to join you.  Oh, and we'll begin the first session at 09:00 so make sure you get something to eat before then, we've got a busy morning ahead of us!" [color=Gray] There was a click and then silence followed.  Now aware of the time pressure, Arthur quickened his searching of the kitchen for a viable breakfast.

Everything was chrome, like in a professional kitchen, easy to clean surfaces with high-end appliances on nearly every work surface.  Two huge American-style fridges stood against one wall with some chest freezers beside them, all rammed full of fresh vegetables, meats, sauces and other foods.  It didn't take him long to find bacon, sausages, eggs, bread, mushrooms, tomatoes and baked beans and he set about creating a mammoth breakfast, chopping away and humming to himself, almost able to pretend that he wasn't in an unfamiliar facility while suffering a largely unknown and potentially fatal illness which, if he survived it, would turn him into some kind of superhuman.[/color]