Calvin hadn't fully recovered his breath before Davis made an appearance. “Oh good, you're here.” Perfection didn't sound exactly happy about it. “Hey, what the hell is the matter with you? Did you see a ghost?” He rubbed the back of his own head. “Not that I wouldn't believe you at this point...”

	There was a lengthy pause, as Calvin swallowed. His mind was whirling, though he hadn't expected it to have such an outward effect on his appearance. "Good to see you, Gallo." There was no way in hell he was going to call him "Perfection." He turned to face Gallo. "Just thought I heard some sounds from inside the ER." He pointed at the door to the Emergency room, though his mind was on the crematorium sitting behind him. It wasn't a great lie, but he didn't expect Perfection to pick up on it.

	“Well, 'I' didn't hear anything.” Davis reached for the door handle and placed his hand on the knob. Instead of twisting it open, he just eyed it up before releasing it again. “The acoustics are really strange in here.” He nodded to himself. “Yea, I'm sure you just heard me shut the door to the other room, no need to get startled.” Davis smiled. “That's definitely what it was.” His eyes shifted onto Calvin. “You should open that door and clear your mind though.”

	His ruse succeeding, Calvin felt a bit of colour return to his cheeks. Calvin's eyebrows arched. "Wow. Davis 'Perfection' Gallo, cowed by the thought of the ghost." Still, he looked like one himself, and rubbed the back of his neck to wipe off the sweat. He walked towards the door, pushing him aside as he reached out to the handle. As soon as Calvin twisted the knob, he heard a loud bang from the door. The sound caused Calvin to stumble back a few inches. But when he looked to see what the sound was, it was apparent Davis had slammed his hand over the edge of the door. The sound normally wouldn't have startled Calvin so much, but his distracted thoughts made him a bit more susceptible to being surprised.

	“Hold on.” Davis pointed at the door with his free hand. “What did it sound like to you?”

	"Uh." This had been a bad idea from the start. "Like,a bat or something. Like, little squeaking sounds and rattling, cause they're blind and shit. It was running into stuff?" He wasn't looking at Davis. "What does it matter? It was probably bullshit."	

	“Bullshit?” Davis grit his teeth. “You think waking up in an elevator to a bloody message, listening to the ramblings of a mechanical bear, and getting guided around by mechanical dolls riding horses around a hospital is bullshit?!”Perfection blinked, and his mood changed. “That actually does sound pretty out there.” Calvin nodded, pulling up his gauntlets slightly. Davis stepped back in front of the door. “Very well, I will open the door for you. Only because I’d hate for something to happen to you on my watch. It probably wasn't paranormal anyway.” Although Calvin couldn't see Davis's face, he could see his head bob up and down in a nod. “It definitely wasn't paranormal. However!” He shook his finger. “If we're going to work together, I want you to know your boundaries. Do not, Shove me away, Again.” Without another word, Davis opened up the door.

	Boundaries. Of course a guy like Davis would have 'boundaries'. Still, there was an aura of competence that surrounded the man, and Calvin wasn't sure if his own mettle could match it. He let the comment go, and looked inside the completely dark room. Calvin reached out to flick on a light. "Let there be- Fuck me!" As the lights flashed on, Calvin saw in the center of the room a corpse, lying on a metal table. Thinking the game had started, he walked over to the table, wondering who had been here and who could have broken so easily. However, as he approached the body. "Fuck." Calvin wiped his brow, sighing deeply. He stood silent for a few moments, then shoved the corpse off the table, swearing loudly. It flopped on the ground, and Calvin, after a moment's pause, began to chuckle. "Dr. Killgood, and his magic bag of bullshit!"

	Davis hadn't taken two steps inside the room before he started flinging open every cabinet door he came across. “It looks like they're pretty well stocked in here. Everything from muscle relaxants, to defibrillators, to plasma, and everything in between.” After his preliminary search of the cupboards, he turned his attention to the body. “Hmm?” Davis approached it. Once the blanket had been thrown off the top of it, it was quite evident it wasn't a real. There were black dotted lines going up and down the dummy, showing where certain organs were located and where to best make incisions. “I don't think this was just a prank. I think there might be a really good reason for this to be here actually.” Davis picked up the dummy and placed it back on the table. He continued to examine the dummy with a hand on his chin. “You wouldn't happen to have a knife on you, would you?”

	Calvin shook his head. "You think I carry that shit around?" He paused. "Might be a good idea, in here, actually." He took a glance around the room. Davis had rummaged through cabinets quickly, but there had to be something to cut open this plastified cadaver. He glanced at the table upon which the dummy had been laid, and noticed an average-sized scalpel that had been laid underneath the body. He lifted it up, pricking the tip of his finger with it. "This might work!" He said, extending his arm to offer the scalpel. "Don't cut yourself."

	The older gentleman tugged the scalpel out of Calvin's hands and started to make incisions. “So I have to ask, which one are you going after?”

	"Going after?" Calvin's first thought was of murder, and was about to run out of the room, but there was a grin on Davis' face, worsened by his dissection of the dummy. "Wait. Are you fucking serious? Jesus dude, we just met them."

	Davis raised an eyebrow. "Your point?"

	Still, hearing Davis's thoughts on the other Infinites could be useful. "I've been worried about shit, but- I mean, Shona's alright. And she has alcohol, the quickest route to my heart."

	Davis stroked his chin. "Ah, the infinite Knight? Good choice. I wish Shona would wear something a bit more telling of her shape, but I do genuinely like her. Maybe if she wasn't so stern we'd have more fun.” After making an incision in the dummy's leg, Davis reached inside. “Haven't seen much of Krista, but she looks like a scatter brain. I like my girls to have something on the ball, you know? Though my judgment of her remains open."

	Calvin sighed deeply. "Krista's straight fucked. All she does is pun. Does she even play the violin?"

	"I presume so?" Davis shrugged, still feeling around inside the dummy. "I'm striking Kara off my list for obvious reasons. Which is a shame, because I don't think anything can beat a dessert chef as a partner. She will make a young man very happy. If only she weren't a child...” Davis pulled his hand out of the dummy's leg. Between his fingers was a hand full of cotton. He started to make another incision, this time on the stomach. “I have no use for Quill, too bitchy. Mary is under judgment, but I think it can work. Though she could stand to ditch some of her jewelry. I wouldn't mind seeing her without the dress either.” Davis reached into the stomach and, with a sigh, retracted an empty hand. “...And Rika scares me. If I die in here, it will be because of that toilet pappered abomination. Aleecia seems nice, if a bit quiet."

	Calvin felt his throat catch. "Stay the fuck away from that girl. Aleecia's got enough to deal with, man." He wasn't sure what was provoking this defense, but he looked directly at Davis, unflinching.

	Perfection stared back at Calvin. His hand trembled, but he kept a firm grip on the cutting instrument. Calvin could hear a low grow from Davis, something akin to a tiger preparing to strike. "Rika made that mistake." Davis walked around the operating table, allowing the scalpel to screech as its blade was dragged across the stainless steel table. "She also wanted to stand between me and my conquest. That bitch made me very angry when she did that." Davis was beyond the table and walking straight towards Calvin. "But I was able to forgive her because I knew she was just a foolish child. You don't have that excuse." Davis was standing just a few feet away from Calvin now. "But... That's why we're having this discussion, right?" Davis smiled gleefully and placed a hand on Calvin's shoulder. "Was that so hard? You don't want Shona, she's too old for you. Us guys want a lady that's just a bit younger than us. Clearly Aleecia is what your heart really yearns for." He placed the scalpel in Calvin's hand before walking past him. "I couldn't find anything, I guess I was wrong." He said before continuing out the door.

	Calvin gripped the cold scalpel firmly, taking in deep breaths. He had half a thought to try and throw a punch at Davis, but the man was clearly deranged. All the more reason to figure out how to take advantage of the crematorium. For now, he pocketed the scalpel and swallowed before raising his voice. "Guess that's it then." Calvin walked over to the door, taking one look over the room, with the dissected dummy near its center. When he stepped out of the ER, he could see Davis wasn't quite done with the hospital yet.

	 "Now you must admit." Davis shook his finger at the crematorium. "This being here is very odd." Perfection was looking at his E-handbook. "A crematorium? and it's all locked up." Davis swiped his handbook through the reader, only to have it return with a sharp beep. "Why do you suppose that is?"

	Did he know? There was something wrong with Davis, but he had been discrete about Alexanderia's handbook. He gestured to the sign. "No sickies allowed." He said aloud. "Maybe that has something to do with it?" Calvin made special care to pull out his regular handbook, and swiped it. Only Alexandria's would work. "Who knows why. Maybe something to do with the Night of Carnage? Or because they'll be using it for us, if one of us kick the can."

	Davis looked at his own E-handbook, then at Calvin's. After his eyes darted back and forth between them a few times, he started to chuckle. “The thought of a bunch of robots needing E-handbooks to get around here is kind of amusing. I wonder if they would be any different than ours?” Davis stashed away his handbook in his vest. “Anyway, I'm a bit explored out, I think I'm going to go back to my room. I'll avoid Aleecia as best as I can.” Davis gave Calvin a wave without looking before starting to walk off.

	"Perfection?" Davis paused a moment, and Calvin clenched his fists. "You were talking about boundaries earlier. Same rules on my end. Don't fucking touch me." Knowing the effect such a comment would have, Calvin slid the scalpel out of his pocket. He cocked an eyebrow.

	Davis didn't stop moving, but he did look over his shoulder with a gaze cold enough to see one's breath in. “I won't, unless you give me a reason to.” He made a turn and disappeared behind a corner.

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