D1 EM: Well, That Happened...

[Alonso Hidalgo]

At length, advancing.

Remember Peace.

A deep breath, shuddering.

There is some madness upon that one, a riddle in the Ridder.

A small tight smile.

Rhinal, rapid words.

"Alonso, son of Hidalgo, of Revelwood. I have not seen the sun since...too long now, so I cannot reckon the day."

[Leonard Beck]

The doctor raised an eyebrow at Sally, but otherwise didn't make a comment in regards to her explanation. (TN 20 Conviction, Subterfuge pass)

Instead he simply made some annotations on his clipboard, and the process of adjusting it in favor of his notes revealed a nametag that read Leonard.

Some more silence met with the slapped palm on the window, almost as if this man was entirely used to such behavior. "Hm, violent tendencies, severe delusions, egotistical belief in an incorrect perception of reality. Name?" He gestured at Reisija as he asked this.

As for Alonso, he simply scratched on his board, no questions asked.

[Reisija Ridder]

Some more silence met with the slapped palm on the window, almost as if this man was entirely used to such behavior. "Hm, violent tendencies, severe delusions, egotistical belief in an incorrect perception of reality. Name?" He gestured at Reisija as he asked this.

"Hm... pansy tendencies, know-it-all-ness, fails to realize non-existence, and inability to OPEN HIS DAMN EARS!" Reisija replied. "I already told you my name. If you're recording this you can go reference that. Cause I'm purposefully choosing to be a pain in your ass. It's my damn nightmare and I'll do what I want until something kills me and I wake up. Now, come in here so I can give you that hug I promised. Everybody needs a hug."

[Leonard Beck]

"Hmm, yes, I suppose some people need hugs more than others." Another brisk mark on the ledger, followed by a beckoning gesture to somewhere off to the side, out of sight of those within the room. "Maybe a nice relaxing cup of tea and a warm jacket is in order, yes?"

[Reisija Ridder]

"Not much of a tea drinker. Got a cold beer instead? Also, it's not cold enough for a jacket so I'm good without one," Reisija responds.

"You can have my drink and jacket if you're feel like you need them."

[Alonso Hidalgo]

Squinting to watch the goings-on.

A shaking head.

A rhinal voice speaking his words.

"May Peace find him."

[Sally-Anne Williams]

"Wait," she said, hoping to get some answers before the man'd take the violent one away.

"I... why am I here? Where are *we* here?"

Maybe her ploy to feign ignorance was going to be helpful after all; now she had a good excuse to ask questions she'd otherwise be expected to know the answer to.

[Leonard Beck]

Leonard paused for a moment, as of weighing the value of his silence with answering the question posed at him, then shrugged. Evidently whatever was going on was of little consequence to him.

"Since you all seem so disoriented, I suppose there's little harm in explaining this to you. It's unlikely to have much of an impact overall. Yesterday every one of you woke up from your scheduled sleep therapy. We're currently uncertain as to the exact reasons why, but you must have been quite disoriented after such a long time slumbering. Ultimately it was decided best to have you all detained and transported here until you were able to calm down. Now that you're awake, and fortunately enough not screaming your heads off, I've been called in to perform intake interviews and deduce your current states if mind." He tapped his pen on the window, in the general direction of Reisija. "From a safe distance, of course. Can't be too careful now, can we? Anything else?"

((Scrutiny TN20))

[Sally-Anne Williams]

If there was something in what he was saying; or his expression; that might help her understand, she couldn't tell. Perhaps if she had noticed such a thing, she wouldn't have needed to ask further questions. Alas.

"But... but why are we *here*? At this place? Doing... sleep therapy? I... I don't remember..."

It might not help her proto-plan of getting out of here to admit to amnesia, but she *needed* an answer. Even if this doctor was in on whatever had been done to them, they had more answers than she could have in these circumstances.

Scrutiny, TN20: 3d10o10k3 13

[Alonso Hidalgo]

Turning towards the speaking voices. Squinting to try to see, the narrowed view only slightly clarifying.

"Sleep...therapy?"