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[misgives]

[ Someone is accessing the network writing in their own blood. That can't be bad news or anything. ]

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[twopercent]

[Jack lets the doctors do their thing, more focussed on scanning the warehouse for any hint of unusual activity. He does recognize Ayden, exactly who he had wondered if it was, but he's not the best person to help him out now. Better standing guard.]

[testsonseashells]

How easy to move? Should get him to clinic - better access to full resources.

[Mordin's actually somewhat nervous - something did this to Ayden, and whatever it his, he can't see it.]

[misgives]

[ There's a clatter as some of the things at the top of one of the scrap piles strewn about come tumbling down to the ground. Ayden can clearly see the culprit as being that imaginary creature of his, who walked into the junk as it retreated from the strange men.

Which is strange because hallucinations shouldn't be able to move objects, but no one else can see the creature so it has to be a figment of Ayden's mind, right...?

He feels dizzy. But Dr. Strider is here, so everything's going to be okay. But, oh. Dr. Strider is... ]

I'm sorry. I didn't... I didn't mean to make problems, Dr. Strider. I'm sorry.

[elfstoned]

[Aaron's eyes flick over to the scrap pile, then back to Ayden.]

He can be moved without trouble. Did you drive here, Mordin?

[A pickup truck isn't ideal for patient transport, but he's made do before. Did Mordin have any better ideas?]

Ayden, are you hurt anywhere else?