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[ Gary opens his eyes...well this was not what he expected to greet him.

He's slumped again a wall in a corridor. He tries to get up but pain shoots all the way through his body due to the wound Dana gave him. Maybe next time they should pick a Virgin with less...fight in her.

Next time...that's a point.

He remembers being dead...in fact he's very sure he breathed his last breath in front of Dana and Marty. Regardless he tries to stumble towards a doorway...blood trickling down his shirt. The events of the day still whirling around in his head as he staggers....

"Guys Stockholm went south"

"We haven't had a glitch since 98"

"Downstairs doesn't care about Japan...the Director trusts us"

"I'm an Intern...so that means I don't qualify for OT?"

And then the screams...the memory of watching his friends getting butchered.

"This is officer Truman at security command requesting immediate re-enforcements, Code Black, I repeat code Black"

"Where's the fucking GAS?"]

Fu...fuck it

[He says to nobody in particular as he decides to slump back against a wall near the floor three elevators.]

Need a...need a rest.

Not as young as I once was.

[Don't mind him Paradisa...he'll just lie there and bleed all over your nice floors.]

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[Evan had been in his room, practicing different animal shapeshifts he was capable of, when he hears someone moving out in the hallway. Ever curious, he pokes his rabbit-eared head out of his door, and sees the older man slumped against the wall.]

Oh no!

[He runs over and crouches next to the man, checking him over with the little bit of medical training he's got.]

Hey, are you okay? Where are you hurt?

[Gary opens an eye...his vision is somewhat blurry but he can just about make out a grey face.

He almost mistakes Evan for one of his mutants...but they didn't really talk. They more growled before vomiting on their victims...which was never subtle.

He's in too much pain to try to work out where he is though.]

M fine...just needed to rest.

[He grimacing in agony as he tries to get up...cursing at himself under his breath.]

[Evan shakes his head. He's seen more than his share of people trying to tough their way through serious injury, so he knows better.]

You don't look fine. What happened...if you don't mind me asking?

The…the girl.

Man she was hot...such pretty eyes up when you got up close.

Pity...bout the whole stabbing me thing really...I reckon I could have had a shot.

[Still trying to move...and find out what’s going on. This injury is starting to cramp his style.]

[Evan listens carefully as Gary rambles through the pain. He's been stabbed, which means he's got a deep puncture wound that will require a blood transfusion, antibiotics, and stitches.]

Well, whenever you get home, you can take a shot. In the mean time, we need to get you to the clinic so you can get patched up. Can you stand, or do you need me to help you?

[Keeping in mind that Evan looks like a scrawny teenager who can barely support his own weight, though he's got strength only a few know about.]

Think...I'll walk kid.

Time...has not ben kind to my build…ya know?

S'not my fault though...why did they make donuts taste so great eh?

[He attempts to laugh but finishes up as a cough. As he tries to walk he narrowly avoids face planting the floor.

He's going to need your help Evan]

[Evan laughs, and catches Gary mid-stride, wrapping the older man's arm over his shoulder, as they are suddenly near the same height, and Evan's looking a lot more muscle-y than he did a few seconds ago, and Evan wraps his arm around Gary's waist.]

Yeah, I know how it is. I know I'm still young and stuff, but I watched my Pa get a spare tire as he got older, too. The clinic's on the second floor, so we'll take the elevator downstairs and get you to the doctor.

[He guides Gary over towards the elevator, where an arm he didn't have until just then reaches out to punch the elevator button, before disappearing as quickly as it had come. Gary may or may not notice all the strange things Evan's been doing, but at this point, Evan doesn't much care. He'll explain later.]

[He gives the arm currently around his waist a curious look. He wants to ask about the current mass increase but when you're losing more blood then you're comfortable with now was not the time to pick at the finer details.

The word elevator appears to have raised his defences though...more memories come flooding back. Namely the memory of creatures hiding in elevators waiting to pounce.

He tenses.]

Wait wait wait...is it safe?

[He'll explain the extra limbs and stuff later, he promises. When Gary tenses, Evan stops.]

It's fine, I promise. I take the elevators all the time. What's your name?

Gary...Gary Sitterson. Senior control room technician.

[Ok...time to ask the million dollar question.]

If the elevators are fine...then then where the fuck am I?

It's nice to meet you Gary, present circumstances notwithstanding.

[He looks over, trying his best to keep eye contact, despite their awkward positioning.]

You're in a place called Paradisa. It's...sort of a pocket dimension that kidnaps people for a purpose we haven't figured out yet. Doesn't seem to discriminate for time or place, and it takes something precious from us, like a memory or skill or something, and in return we can ask the castle for just about any material thing we want, except for weapons.

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