Tough crowd. Davis expected his performance to get more of a response. Instead it just got a lot of people glaring at him. And that response from Mary, wow. He had a special word for woman like that, but he would not use it here. Still, he was pretty sure she called him a cookie before he started talking. Clearly there was potential here... Perhaps it wasn't fair to say everyone didn't like his “performance.” Quill seemed to be charmed. Maybe everyone else took offense to his “no-homo” remarks? Was Quill the only heterosexual person (other than himself) in the room? Were they jealous that only Quill received a gift, despite it clearly belonging to Mondatta? Or perhaps they were so stunned by his charms that they simply couldn't respond? Or in Mary's case, simply wanted his affections all to themselves. He was going to bet it was the last one. Definitely that last one. Still, Perfection's goal was never to get the entire group. He just wanted a small... test group. Conquest was his.

	“Alright.” He gave a slow nod. “Well, the rest of you know where to find us. Do come if you change your minds.” Davis noticed Calvin looked a little distant. “I don't think I'll be long. If you head over to the ER, I'll meet you there as soon as I'm done with my own search.” He looped his arm around Quill's. “I bid you all, adieu!” and with that, Davis and Quill headed off to the “Neurology” room marked on the hospital map. Though he stopped momentarily to watch that TP girl balance food on her head. “That's going to be the one who kills me...” He groaned before disembarking. 

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	The hospital side of the tower didn't look all that different than the patient's quarters. It was hard to imagine anyone was ever really treated here. The hospital side of the tower at least felt easier to navigate with the large, open hallways. The only things that looked fresh and new were the signs, which looked like they had been sketched up by some children with crayons.

	“Ah! Here we are!” Perfection pointed at a sign that read “Neurology.” There was a doodle of a stick figure wearing a helmet over their head with a bunch of wires attached to it. He uncoupled himself from Quill and approached the door, which seemed to open upon his approach. “I guess we were expected.” he said to his companion before stepping inside.

	The Neurology room was creepy white. Everything seemed to glow florescent. And there were almost no shadows. The walls were lined with monitors, and there was a terminal and some cupboards at the back of the room. But what commanded the most attention was the strange reclining chair in the center of the room. It seemed like every device from the terminals to the monitors had black cables running to it. There were belts and ties to restrain whoever sat in it, and there was a large curved cylinder just behind the chair. If it reclined all the way back, the  cylinder would be positioned over the patient's head. Davis fret his brow and walked deeper into the room, marching past the chair. He flung open the cupboards and started to look through their contents. There were a lot of paper documents, most of which looked like result scores of some kind. The data was very technical and was beyond his understanding. Or maybe it was that he couldn't read a word of Japanese. Or was this Korean?  Chinese? Either way, the reports were useless to him. Among the seemingly endless reports was a folder that looked like like a diary, or at least a progress report. The only thing that made Perfection suspect it was either of those things were the pictures contained inside the folder. There were two; one of a red haired girl happily sitting on the device, and another with her sleeping on the strange chair fully reclined. She looked fairly young, and seemed to be dressed for school or collage. Though the machine looked sightly different in the pictures. Namely the restraining belts.  Regardless, he wasn't going to get very far without someone who could actually read any of this. The pictures fell from his hands and landed on the counter top.

	“Cute girl.” He said to himself. But Davis was not smiling. “So, what were the last things you can remember doing before ending up here?” Davis folded his hands together before turning to face Quill. “Because-” damn this was hard. He thought it would be easier if he told everyone one at a time. But if he didn't say it, the bear would. Realizing what the worst case scenario was gave Davis the courage to continue. “You see Quill, I kind of have a problem with my pride. The last thing I remember before waking up here was...” Davis told her everything without skipping any details.

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	Shona didn't feel it was necessary to keep a dialog going with Mondatta. They were both busy searching, and they could contact each other if they made a discovery. In a way, their silence built the most trust. It wouldn't be too hard for one to attack the other one  while they were busy searching. Of course Shona had VERY good situational awareness, but it was still never wise to divert your attention too much in the presence of a threat. But the knight hardly considered Mondatta a problem. If anything, having him around made her feel safer. Shona received the book from Mondatta with a nod. 

	“The prelude to the age of knights. Thank you.”

	Shona had amassed quite the collection of books. There were a few books about modern robotics, one that explained the science behind primitive weaponry, and a pamphlet that gave a general overview of Axis Mundi's facilities. The next book that Shona pulled out was actually a magazine. “The Fall of Neo Alexander.” Shona recognized the name from her conversation with Cyrus earlier. She was quick to flip open the book and was greeted with a picture of a half dismantled robot wearing an American army uniform. The head was just a giant lens, but the hands had the same doll-joint look that the carnage sisters had. Were the designs for the carnage sisters based off of these robots? But Cyrus said they were based off of Junko. Regardless, this looked like something worth reading. Shona was going to show it to Mondatta, but his attention was with Damyon now. Actually, she was curious with what he had found too. The knight placed the magazine behind herself and waited for the poet to respond.

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