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[thisisherson]

[See Kurt Hummel. See Kurt Hummel looking incredibly unimpressed. Or trying to, anyway.]

An asylum. Really? Are we running through all medical facilities in events now? Should I expect to be in a veterinary clinic next week? This is seriously ridiculous, even for Wonderland

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[holyandsexy]

And why do you suppose a vetrinary clinic would be in your future?

[Dr.Yujinn is intrigued by this train of thought.]

[thisisherson]

The last facility we were all thrown into was a hospital. Don't you remember? [He doesn't really know Yujinn well really, but he kind of recognizes him and knows he's someone else stuck in Wonderland.] It was just the next health institution that came to mind, though I wouldn't put it past this place to repeat events.

...I suppose it wasn't the best example though, even if it was sarcasm.

[holyandsexy]

Oh yes, events. [He consults a chart]

That's linked to this 'Wonderland' correct?

Sarcasm? So, you don't reallt believe you will be transported to a vetrenary clinic?

[thisisherson]

No, of course not, unless the events take a particularly bizarre turn.

[He pauses.] ...What do you mean "this" Wonderland? You should know what I mean. You were there.

[dashboardlite]

He's on a mission.

It's a good one, too: look out for the patients. Target what's wrong, fix it whatever way he can, using whatever means he can. He's cut and dried in his methods, but the monotony of professionalism is, at the very least, subdued beneath a charming exterior.

He has the overwhelming need to save everyone he possibly can. After all, he's a doctor. Therefore, when a distressed message crackles over his communications device, Dean Winchester answers the call.

"Are you all right?"

Dean inquires, probing the young man for information. He seems upset.

[thisisherson]

[Oh my! He's spent enough time subtly flirting over the last few weeks to recognize that voice! ♥]

Dean? Is that you?

[...Oh, right. Maybe he should actually answer the question. He sounds instantly relieved to be talking to someone he knows though.]

I'm fine. I'm not hurt or anything. ...This event is just extremely unsettling so far.

[dashboardlite]

The kid seems familiar. Perhaps he's seen him in the files? Kurt...Kurt something. He must be suffering from some form of dementia, with this talk of events. Maybe they ought to chat things out. Being the charismatic person he is, Dean nods.

"Yes, it's me. And I'm pleased that you're not hurt; the hospital wing could take care of you if that were the case, though. What's this event you're talking about?"

He flashes a winning smile. Smiles disarmed others, particularly genuine ones.

[thisisherson]

[Kurt's smile actually sort of falls at that. What? Dean doesn't know it's an event? How can he not know? Something isn't right about that at all.]

...You know. The event. The mansion turned into this tacky institution?

[It comes out as more of a question than an explanation, because Kurt is looking desperately for some kind of recognition from Dean. Please? Anything? DEAN?]

You weren't here when it became a hospital the first time, but you're really better off for it, Dean. It was horrible.

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[psych0ruin]

[have a human face that is definitely not that of a troll, ghost, frog, or robot on your screen. But she still speaks in a rather dull monotone.]

I would use my time machines but I can't find them for some reason.

[video]

[thisisherson]

[Have a good wtf face in return. Excuse him if he doesn't exactly believe you.]

...Time machines?

[video]

[psych0ruin]

That's what I said.

[Aradia is immune to your human wtfs!]

[video]

[thisisherson]

[There are so many things wrong with that, and so many questions he could ask. But he'll just stuck with the most important one.]

How does someone just lose a time machine? Aren't they kind of big? [Or at least they always are in movies!]

[itsahotone]

[Look, Kurt! It's someone who is kinda-sorta-in-a-way your friend! Surely she'll be able to be on your side, right?

She walks in, carrying a tray with probably-gross food on it. It's her job, after all, to make sure the stupid patients get food, whether they eat it or not. She doesn't really care either way.

Also? She's dressed professionally. The ponytail's still there, though.]

Stop babbling about whatever and eat.

[thisisherson]

[..............What. What.]

You have got to be kidding me. [WHETHER THAT'S ABOUT HER BEING A PROFESSIONAL OR THE NASTY FOOD IS ANYONE'S GUESS.] Santana?

...And I am not eating that. It looks revolting.

[itsahotone]

Okay, first of all, I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to call me that. [She taps her name tag, which reads Ms. Lopez. Go ahead, Kurt. Call her Ms. Lopez.] And second, duh, of course it looks revolting, but you need to eat it anyway.

[thisisherson]

...Let me answer those requests in order.

[He points at her nametag.] No.

[And then he points at the nasty food on the tray.] Hell no.