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[spiritusaequitas]

Who: Connor & Murphy MacManus ... AND YOU TOO!
What: Waking up in Paradisa
When: Early Wednesday evening
Where: The clinic
Rating: R by default for f-bombs
((OOC: MOST of what the boys say aloud here is in Gaelic. If your character knows it, feel free to call them out on it!))

The first thing the twins noticed was how oddly quiet it was. The rattle and slam of barred doors, the heavy footsteps of guards... and most importantly, the shouts of the protesters outside... all were missing. The only familiar sound was the beeping of heart monitors.

Murphy MacManus opened his eyes slowly and coughed, letting the clinic swim into focus. Normally, the first thing he saw in the mornings was the slow rise and fall of their friend Romeo's chest ... but he was gone. Some other soul he didn't know from Adam lay there instead. Drawing in a sharp breath, Murphy rolled over and stared at his twin.

Connor's eyes were wide open, meeting Murphy's with an equally shocked look. He frowned, listening intently for a moment as he tried to figure out what the fuck was going on. A glance around the room only succeeded in confusing him even more. Well, at least there were no guards that he could see. With another glance at Murphy he slowly sat up, grimacing as the bandages around his waist and shoulder pulled.

Sitting up in unison with his brother, Murphy flexed his own shoulder tentatively, and let out a soft hiss of pain. Wherever they were, it was a lot nicer than the Hoag. The mural stretched out across the wall in front of them gave him pause, and he frowned. The garden of Eden? It was an odd coincidence, for sure. Pursing his lips, he finally spoke up in quiet, terse Gaelic:

"What in the Lord's name is going on?"

Connor shook his head, throwing back the blankets and swinging his legs off the bed. He replied in kind, "Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe they drugged us and moved us somewhere else? Though this doesn't look like a prison."

"I thought of drugs, too..." He glanced at his forearms. One Celtic cross, no tracks from IV needles. "Doesn't look like it though. And that door doesn't look like it's built to hold us in..." One last stretch of his back, and Murphy swung around to sit on the edge of his bed, too. As he tilted his head to rub at his injured shoulder, something caught his eye. "..... there's a book here with my name on it." He turned to look at Connor, suspicion and foreboding writ plain in his eyes.

"What?" Connor started to turn, but the stitches in his side pulled tight and he thought better of it. He settled for sliding up the bed, closer to the night stand to take a look. His eyes fell on the book and Murphy's name on the cover. A second book was stacked beneath it. "What in the hell?" He carefully tugged the second book free, turning it so Murphy could see that he wasn't the only one with a mysterious gift. He looked up, meeting his twin's gaze.

Murphy swallowed, wrapping his hand in a corner of the sheets before tugging his book onto his knee and nudging it open. At the sight of words appearing before his eyes, he drew in a slow breath and completely forgot to speak in Gaelic. "Fuuuuuck me." Catching himself, he made a quick hop from the side of his bed to sit beside his twin, holding the book out in silent bewilderment.

“Shit!” Connor watched the words for a moment before turning his eyes back to Murphy. He let silence fall between them. The fuck’s going on?

Beats the hell out of me, Murphy’s eyes said, with a quick, darting glance to the door, but I’m not about to sit around and wait for someone to come tell me. Keeping the journal in hand, he got to his feet, pausing long enough to get used to being on his feet again. A glance around the clinic showed him a few bottles out on a tray, and he picked them up until he found one that looked like a viable painkiller. Tipping two out into his palm, he dry-swallowed them, then tossed the bottle to his brother without looking. His common sense mostly regained, he switched back to Gaelic. ”F’nothin’ else we can find a phone and call Eunice or --” Another name should’ve gone there, he was sure. He shook his head. ”- somebody.”

Connor caught the bottle one handed, popping the lid off and downing a couple of pills before dropping it onto the bed next to him. One arm wrapped around his stomach to hold his side, he pushed himself to his feet. He continued Murphy’s sentence in Gaelic, “How the fuck’d we get a hold’ve Eunice? She’s in Costa Rica or some shite. I’d call Duffy ’r Dolly.” He took a few steps towards Murphy, scoping the room out for other exits. Wherever this place was wasn’t very secure at all.

Duffy or Dolly. Neither of those names was ringing a bell, and it bothered him. He pushed the thought aside, though, choosing to instead focus on the present, and test his weight on his left leg. His calf protested, due to the bullet wound still healing, but held. ”We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. … Come on, before someone catches on.”

They were both hurting, but that’s what they had each other for. Connor took his place at Murphy’s left side, wrapping his arm around his waist. “Aye.”

At the same moment, Murphy put his arm around Connor, low beneath his shoulders. With a nod at one another, the two brothers pressed out of the clinic and into the lobby ...

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[atadiscoverer]

Dr. Beckett is startled awake by a familiar sound. People speaking in...Was that Irish Gaelic?

Carson takes his time waking up, and notices a pair of people leaving. And they seemed injured.

"Uh, excuse me?" Carson says, standing, his Scottish accent laced with sleep. "Are you two looking for treatment?"

[shepherdsveritas]

Connor froze, his arm tightening protectively around his brother's waist. He turned to look over his shoulder for the source of the voice, his shoulder protesting at the movement.

"Actually, we were jus' lookin' fer th'door. Think we've 'bout had enough treatment fer one day."

[spiritusaequitas]

"Aye," Murphy agreed, flashing the Scotsman a crooked smile to hide his misgivings. "'Less you've gotta bottle of whiskey around here, I think we'll be arright."

He glanced over at Connor, and, still smiling, raised his eyebrows. What if he doesn't let us go?

[atadiscoverer]

And Carson frowns at that. "Uh, I don't bloody think so." Carson's moved to grab something from his desk, keeping those two in his sight.

"You turn up here, looking as if you've been shot to hell." He grumbles, removing a notebook from the breast pocket of his coat.

"Just a few wee scans, refresh of those bandages, and we'll be done."

[shepherdsveritas]

We'll see 'bout that, then, won't we? Connor raised an eyebrow to Murphy before turning his attention back to the other man. When he saw him go for something he let go of Murphy's waist, stepping to the side a little. If he was going for a weapon it wouldn't do to be attached at the hip, as it were.

When he got a look at what the Scottsman had picked up he just cocked his head to one side, "What th'fuck's that s'posed to be?"

[hullo_sweetie]

River happened to be in the Lobby, minding her own business - as she sometimes tended to do. Now imagine her surprise when not one, but two half naked men happened to walk past her.

Her luck couldn't be this good.

"Can I help you boys?"

They looked lost, confused, and vaguely pissed off.

[spiritusaequitas]

Murphy looked her over briefly, before flashing her a sheepish smile. Playing lost little sheep might not be such a bad tactic, all things considered, until they figured out what was going on. "Oh, uh.... aye, if y' don't mind."

Using his free hand, he rubbed at the back of his neck. "Y'wouldn't happen t' know where we could find a phone, would'ja?"

[hullo_sweetie]

Oh, so they were newbies. New arrivals to this place. Well, that was always vaguely confusing, waking up in a strange place. Among strange and fully clothed people. Not that she minds the eye candy.

River holds up her journal and gestures towards it, "Didn't you get one of these? Writing in journals is pretty much the entire communication network around here."

[shepherdsveritas]

Connor frowned, "Journals?" It figures, of all the people they could come across they had to find the crazy one. Of course... that thing did look oddly similar to the books they'd both found. He shook his head.

"Sorry, I'm 'fraid you lost us."

[demontobeloved]

There's someone shimmering into the lobby, more or less directly in the two's path.

He turns and catches sight of them. "We-ell, if that isn't a disturbing sight, I don't know what is."

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[spiritusaequitas]

Instantly, Murphy crossed himself with his free hand, eyes wide. "YOU don't know what is?! Where the FUCK did you just come from?!"

[demontobeloved]

"Upstairs. I was feeling lazy." He eyes the two again.

"Running around half-naked a pastime or a fad where you're from?"

[shepherdsveritas]

Connor had crossed himself simultaneously with his brother. "Upstairs?"

He looked at Murphy, "We're fuckin' dead." That's the only explanation. Appearing in a new place, books with their names on them, a guy appearing out of fucking nowhere. What the fuck else could it be?

[noblefive]

There's someone leaning against the wall. A 7'8" futuristically armoured someone.

And he's just watching the pair curiously.

[shepherdsveritas]

When Connor sees the armored someone he thinks it's probably just one of those art installations people have been putting all over Boston. Seriously, who would walk around a building really dressed like that? He raises an eyebrow but keeps walking.

[noblefive]

"You guys lost?"

Jorge waits until they're passing him before speaking.

[spiritusaequitas]

Murphy stopped, whipping his head around to look for the source of the voice. Nope. No one there except for him and Connor and --

-- the statue.

He squinted at it in disbelief, then looked at Connor. You don't really think that thing just talked, do ya?

[blue_sniper]

Bucky wonders why there happens to be two guys wandering out of the clinic, half-naked, bandaged up and one of them limping. Obviously they must be short on the common sense side of things.

He calls out to them from where he's sitting against the wall. "You know, you won't get very far looking like that." They actually look like they just got filled full of bullets, but Bucky isn't saying that just yet.

[spiritusaequitas]

"Is that what yer ma said?" Murphy grinned. Maybe insulting a stranger was a dick move, but keeping his sense of humor helped him feel a little more grounded. ".... Seriously, though, fella, we feel better than we look. Just need to find a working telephone."

[shepherdsveritas]

Connor cracked up, nudging Murphy. Yeah. It probably wasn't a good idea to insult anyone til they knew what the fuck was going on, but that didn't make it any less hilarious.

[blue_sniper]

Bucky just rolls his eyes at them. He's taking into account the fact that they've got no idea where the hell they are and trying to be funny. "If you're looking for a telephone, you're going to be looking for a long time. You're not on Earth anymore. You're in Paradisa."

The best way, he's discovered, to tell new people where they are is to just come out and say it.

[atrophied]

The door swings abruptly inward. House stands framed in the doorway for a moment. In that brief moment, he takes in their physical appearance, his mind already drawing conclusions. A raised eyebrow is his only reaction to almost hitting the two men with the door.

[shepherdsveritas]

Connor took a step back, pulling Murphy with him, "Fuck me," He muttered. Okay. This guy definitely didn't look like a prison guard. And unless he was hiding something in that cane he didn't seem to have any weapons on him.

He smiled crookedly at the man, "'scuse us. We were jus' on our way out. If y'don't mind..."

[spiritusaequitas]

"Whoa, Jesus." Murphy laughed a little, more to let out the adrenaline of nearly having the shit scared out of him than anything else. "Yeah, pard'n us."

[atrophied]

"I don't mind at all," he says as he moves aside. "What's that? four? no, six? bullet wounds between the two of you, a nice scalp lac for Oirland #1, a bad run-in with handcuffs, which from the looks of it, the handcuffs won and home cauterizations for both."

House puts on a mockingly pitying face. "Good health coverage is so hard to get these days, isn't it?"