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[ So that was it... M was gone.

The one person that made him feel like he had a connection to back home. The one person who helped him battle his own personal demons was no longer here. He felt like shit and he felt like such a liar. It's digging into his head that she was one of his closest friends and yet he was never truely honest with her...about what he did for a living. But how could he? She helped take down terrorists in the name of keeping the world in balance...he ritually killed teenagers in the name of keeping the world in balance.

He couldn't have been honest with her. She'd have been so horrified at what he did. But he wanted to tell her...he really did.

He feels empty... so he's now falling back on some old habits. Namely alcohol.

He's been in the Deathmatch for a few hours now. Needless to say Dr Lin's small frame was not helping his usual alcohol tolerance .]

Red... redemption... that's aload of crap isn't..it?

You... you go through life telling yourself god has hasa plan for you. That you've done some shitty things in... in your life, in the name of the greater good but its ok....it's ok.

Cause you will be rewarded... [He burps.] for your faith. He will give you peace and love... and then take it all away because he's a massive fucking douchebag.

[ He's now yelling at the ceiling]

You hear me... I did everything you fucking asked for! Haven't I been punished enough already?

[ There then follows a thud...as Gary/Lin falls off his bar stool and is now staring up at the ceiling.]

Say you know what this place needs? mood lighting. It'll look great up there.

[ So Gary for some reason or another decided that a nap in one of the nice comfy chairs in the lobby would do him some good. He's not one hundred percent sure why...that's something old guys do. He's not old damnit!

But when he comes to he notices that something is different...his flabby build is gone for one thing.

He opens one eye gingerly and looks down.]

Uh oh...that can't be good.

[ He stops...that voice.

It's not his own and yet it is oh so familiar.

He dashes to find a mirror or a reflective surface, albeit taking a moment to adjust to his now lighter frame. Making his way to the kitchen he catches a look at his reflection in one of the taps.]

Oh fuck me....

[ He's heard about the second killing but since he still thinks it's the work of The Doctors he's not asked about the finer details like the minions that were found around Brock. He's convinced this is some form of retribution from the fates for escaping the monster purge back home with such a quick and easy death.

After sitting at a table in the dinning room for twenty minutes with his head in his hands and a scotch at his side he sits up and begins writing.]

[ Private ]
Oh Ancient ones whose legend has overseen the dawn of existance hear me now.
Deliver us from this great evil so we may bask in your greatness once more.
Forgive us for our sins and failings.
And may you bless us with everlasting peace and your eternal slumber.
As it ever was.

[ He then puts the pen down and continues to just stare at the wall. Either he's unaware that he's in danger being by himself or he just doesn't care. ]

[ Gary is currently standing in the lobby. Behind him is a familiar looking whiteboard and on the table next to him is a jar and a notebook. He'd have asked M to borrow the deathmatch again but since he hadn't heard from her in a while he wasn't going to try and overstep his boundaries and just assume it was alright to use it again...it wouldn't feel right.]

Ok people...get ready to raid your piggy banks because it's time to liven things up around here and start the second ever Paradisa betting pool. For those of you who weren't here for the first one. I'll go over the rules in a bit. Needless to say the last one won one hundred and ten caisos went to a very worth winner...namely me.

And regarding any potential "Karmic backlash" argument just remember two things. One I'm hosting this thing so chances are if anybody's going to get screwed it's going to be me. Secondly things are already pretty fucked up here...how much worse can this place actually get in the end? And at least this way we can get fucked and make money.

Anyway if you're interested in playing either come down to the lobby or let me know over the journal network.

[ The following gets written in the journal network.]

The Rules
1) Bets are taken on the first castle wide incident of October
2) Bets are between ten and a hundred Caisos maximum. Once an offer is down it can't be removed from the table.
3) Bets can be put in between now and whenever the first event hits the castle.
4) In the event of there being no winner for October, bets will be rolled over into the month of November. The option is available for those who want to change their bets.

[ Today Gary is in something of a reflective mood today. He'll just be sat in the library surrounded by books on mythological creatures. He might have used them to slaughter hundreds of teenagers over the years but there has always been something fascinating about them. Befriending Mal and talking with Dumbledoor have got him thinking though.]

Hello class.

One of the many things I've noticed during my five months at Casa di Wonderfuck is the many variations on "Monsters" or what supposedly makes a monster.

Ok for those who don't know what the fuck I'm on about...In some worlds vampires are creatures of the night that live in big fuck off castles and like to drain the blood of Innocent virgins that run around showing way more cleavage then they probably should. Yet in others they're upstanding members of society who have civil service jobs and are a benefit to the community.

I'll give another example...mermen. In some worlds mermen are savage beasts who live only to drag sailors to a bloody violent death and yet in other worlds they have their own societies and language.

I guess what I'm saying is my stay here is helping me to redefine my term monster.

How do you guys define monsters? And can you give any specific examples of them from your homeworlds?

Well...that was an experience wasn't it?

For the record I don't do robes...I've got nothing against them per say it's just they don't exactly show off my great ass.

Anyway on a more serious note...

[He pauses for a moment.]

To anybody who knew Evan Sabahnur he's no longer in the castle. I went to check on him when we got back and his nameplate wasn't on the door.

[ He sighs...Gary feels like a bit of an ungrateful asshole. Evan helped his injured paranoid ass when he first arrived here in Paradisa. He could be considered Gary's first real friend here and he can't help but think he should have made more of an effort with the kid.]

Still the show must go on right?

NAME	EVENT	AMMOUNT
Mark Hunter	Ancient Ruin world change	10
Gary Sitterson	Japan world change	30
Barney Stinson	Water turns to Jello	10
Spike	Water world	30
Maladict	Invasion of small things	20
Nora Diniro	Invasion of something weird.	10
	Total	110

[Well this was akward...he'd actually won his own betting pool. On a technicallity no less.

Gary had been busy trying to drum up interest on the rollover that he'd forgetten to change his event entry on the whiteboard. Of all the sheer dumb luck.

Still a win was a win, and the ammount for the first pool was actually pretty alright.]

So uhh since I didn't change my entry during the rollover from june I guess the winner of the first ever Paradisa betting pool and one hundred and ten Caisos is this sexy bitch right here.

Just goes to show folks...sometimes the simple ideas can get the job done

Anyway...well played everybody.

[Gary is still half asleep on his hotel bed...he reaches over to the bedside table to find his glasses then he sat up.

Well this wasn't the bed he'd been sleeping on the night before, which can only mean one thing...the castle has done another one of it's fucked up world changes.]

Ok...time to see what fresh hell this is.

[When he opens the curtains and catches sight of the billboards in the distance with the Japanese writing and the whole Japanese feel the city has he lets out a very agitated sounded.]

Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me...

[ Ignoring the fact that if this had happened the previous month he'd have won 80 Caisos Japan was not exactly his most favourite place in the whole world. After all if those fuckers at the Kyoto had actually been able to do their jobs properly and kill their victims properly he might actually still be alive and his world might not have gone to shit.

He's starting to believe the castle is doing this delibrately to fuck with him personally]

Is this because of the betting pool thing? Because there's really no need to be this vindictive Paradisa man.

[ Gary grabs a jacket and heads down to the main street...might as well take in some of the sights if he's going to be here for a while.]

Name

Event

Ammount

Mark Hunter

Ancient ruin world change

10

Gary Sitterson

Japan world change

30

Barney Stinson

Water turns to Jello

10

Spike

Water world

30

Total

80

[ Good evening Paradisa. Gary would like to address the results of his first ever betting pool. So this table will be appearing on the journal network.]

Ok so nobody had down dinosaurs...that means that everybody is entitled to refund. Unless...I don't know do you guys feel like keeping it interesting?

I propose a rollover...you know like they do with the lottery back home? You guys will get the chance to keep your ammount in the pot if you fancy chancing it again and the board will once again be open to bets on the first event of the month.

Sounds good right?...bigger money?

Let me know what you guys think.

[ So somebody is not happy that he got stuck on a cruise ship whilst the others got to fuck around with Dinosaurs.

The Ancient one's disposed of dinosaurs in his world long ago. The manuscripts pretty much stated that they were nothing more then a failed idea to keep the world in balance. So they were never used in his line of work. Being denied the chance to see and interact with monsters that he'd never seen before was just the biggest dick move paradisa could have pulled in his opinion.

He might be sitting in a high class hotel lobby but he'd very much like to express his opinion.]

Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you and...Oh yeah fuck you castle.

[He sighs before speaking again.]

I used to love Dinosaurs as a kid. I used to have shelves and shelves of these books back home detailing carnivores, herbivores...details on how they lived, eat, slept, crapped, that kind of thing.

So yeah I'm pretty fucking bitter that the castle fucked me in the ass and denied me the chance to see them!

...I wonder if golfs a good way to cool off?

[ Currently sat in the Death match bar is Gary. However rather then just sitting with a beer and overthinking on events at Paradisa and back home he's sat at a table in front of a large blackboard. He would have his feet on the table like an elderly frat boy but M was nice enough to let him set up here and she's pretty much his adoptive Director.

Garys golden rule...don't fuck with the Director.]

Alright ladies and gentleman...I think this totally needs to be said.

This place is fucking miserable.

Yeah I know hardly a world shattering revelation. But traditionally back home, or at least my home where there is misery there is also a chance for profit. It's the American dream...kind of.

So with that being said I'm proposing we make things a little more interesting around here...lets start up a betting pool on the first major castle wide incident that will hit us for this month

For those of you unfamiliar with the glamorous world of wagers. A betting pool is where a number of people put money into a pot and individually make a bet on a particular outcome. The more the gamblers the higher the prize.

In the event of no winner...full refunds will be given.

I know, I know...it's a little tasteless. But the way I see it we're going to get fucked anyway, who says we can't get a little enjoyment out of being stuck with little brats or transported in to space? Unless you like that sort of thing?

So if anybody wants to come on down to the Death match bar...sample a couple of drinks from the wonderful new owner and make a wager then show me what you got boys and girls!

[ OOC: Let me know if you want your character to win. It would be the first person to message me but essentially though this is all just for fun.]

[ In retrospect Gary could have came out of the Event Horizon scenario a lot worse.

It was hard to see how...every horror he'd ever seen, every shitty thing he'd ever done had been paraded in front of his eyes like some kind of homage to how much of an asshole he'd been over the years. Plus the ass kicking he received at the hands of a hallucinating Gale Hawthorne and Chell was making it hurt to even move.

But at least he was still alive thank fuck.

So rather then deal with his feelings or get his injuries checked out like a normal functioning human being he's falling back on his usual defence mechanism when dealing with death and trauma....drinking.

He's currently sat at the Lux nursing a beer...occasionally pressing it against his swollen nose.]

I think the past couple of days call for a fucking drink or two.

If anybody mobile wants one...company is appreciated.

Just find the guy in the Lux that looks like he chases parked cars with his face.

[Gary sounds out of breath when he speaks. He sounds like he's been running a great distance in a short space of time.

There's a slight hint of fear in his voice. He also doesn't realise he's hallucinating the communication device he's talking in to.]

This is chief control room Technician Gary Sitterson requesting immediate re-enforcements. We need help... for fuck sake people are dying out there. My friends are all gone....fuck

I...I can't stay in one place for too long I think the Dragonbat has my scent so I'm going to have to keep moving. I only just managed to avoid the wolf man and killer clown. Please if anybody can hear this please send help!

Shit...no the Dolls have found me!

[The transmission ends with the sound of him running and cursing.]

[ The events of the past few days have had Gary thinking, what with the earthquake and the chaos that followed. He missed his control room. He missed having the ability to push a button, or flick a switch and have the situation in front of him resolve itself.

However the more he thought about it the more he remembered just how big and vast it was....so many different parts that needed monitoring and cataloguing. So many things that needed to be done to successfully complete the ritual.

And that was the point...the room and the ritual was too big for just one person.

There has to be somebody else in there right? Somebody else to help oversee the entire operation. But why was he drawing a blank when he tried to remember this person?

He could remember everyone else...Dr Amy Lin, Officer Daniel Truman, the boys from accounting. They were like his second family after all. So why was it such a chore trying to remember who helped him with the ritual?

He drums his fingers on the desk before speaking.]

So does anybody here ever feel like...I don't know.

[He tries again.]

Does anybody here ever feel like their memories have been tampered with?

I know it's such a strange concept here in the land on rainbows and lollypops but you don't ask you don't get right?

[ Anybody going near the kitchens will come across alot of crashing, banging, and a whole lot of swearing.

God DAMNIT!! Why won't you come off?

[It started with him noticing a small blood stain on his right palm when he went to get his mid-morning coffee. Rubbing it didn't help and neither did running it under the tap. Now it's dripping down both his forearms and getting more and more on his nerves.

He's basically rummaging around the cupboards under the kitchen sinks looking for cleaning supplies.]

What the fuck are you doing to me?...oh god no!

Not here...not now!

[And now he's noticed that the blood on his left palm has cleared slightly to reveal a burn mark in the shape of the symbol of The Ancient Ones. He freaks out. It's partly because of his paranoia that they're coming for him and partly because he has no desire to reveal his secrets to anybody in Paradisa.

He gets back to scrubbing his hands...only more franticly and occasionally cursing under his breath.]

ooc: The symbol in question on Garys hand is images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120920040705/thecabininthewoods/images/9/96/Ancient_Symbol.jpg

[ Gary has spent the past few days in the clinic, recovering from the wound he arrived with.

He's already pieced together parts of the puzzle...magical castle, abducts people from different worlds, magical journals that people. That part he can totally dig, magic has been one of the cornerstones of his job for the past thirty years.

There's just one part that's bugging him....what's it all for? He's a man who finds randomness uncomfortable. True back home any action could usually be put down to "because it's the gods will" but he likes to know there's a reason behind an action and that everything can be boiled down to a system.]

Ok uh...is this thing on?

[He gives the journal a tap...he's used to talking into some of the most top of the range, high powered communication devices. You'll have to give him a moment to mentally readjust to something so...basic.]

These things aren't exactly the latest phone system or Ipad but I guess it'll do.

Alright...so this magical castle we're in.

Does it have any...you know owners or anything?

[ He asks because part of him needs to know if he's escaped The Ancient One's potential wrath.]

( Cut for length and spoilers )

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