[Walkabout] He did something right for once...

[failgoyle]

I'M IN!

[Whatever's just happened, Jules sounds about as pleased with himself as he can manage on the psychic network.]

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[final_summoner]

In where? Do you need someone to come get you out?

[bypartisan]

... dear Lord.

Thibault, we really don't need to know about your sex life. Kindly stop broadcasting.

[comebewe]

...You actually think there's someone here who might have sex with Jules?

[bypartisan]

... perhaps. My cousin Richars managed to marry and have children and he's a far more odious person than Thibault could ever hope to be. On the other hand, he was the de facto heir to the countship for several years, before getting himself sent to gaol, so that might have contributed to it.

Don't ask me who the unlucky soul might be, however. I dare not speculate which among us has taste that terrible.

[failgoyle]

Hey, hey, hey!

One, there are plenty of women who would have sex with me, and two, this is all perfectly innocent!

[failgoyle]

I got through the scary door in the hospital! I can get it open!

So no, for once, I don't need rescuing.

[summerorange]

[Another voice pipes up, one that's clearly uncomfortable with the broad implications at hand.]

H-he's right! Nothing like--like that is going on here!

[comebewe]

[Oh you have got to be kidding him]

You...with Jules?!?

[bypartisan]

And here I assumed she was with that photographer fellow with the unfortunate hair.

[final_summoner]

Oh! Good!

What's scary about the door? Other than it being difficult to open?

[capital_asset]

...Congratulations?

[runawaystory]

In where?

[summerorange]

I'm not dating Tsukasa!

[That was said both psychically and verbally, so apologies to anyone within hearing range of her.]

Nor is anything like that going on between me and...

And...Jules, wasn't it?

[failgoyle]

Thank you, I think they're called for.

I haven't met a door yet that could keep me out for too long.

[failgoyle]

In the big, sealed off door in the hospital.

[Someone may have been too focused on whether or not he could get in to think about whether or not he should get in.]

[failgoyle]

It's not like that! And yeah, I'm Jules. Hold on...

[Cue a bit of sensory livestreaming, in which everyone gets a good look at Jules's laptop and the setup with the stainless steel door in the hospital. He's got the laptop patched into the palm and retina scanners in order to try to bypass them.]

I finally hacked the damn door! A little credit where credit's due would be nice.

[Of a strange, unrelated interest might be the fact that the hands that are visible still pecking away at the laptop's keyboard are a deep purple and tipped with white claws. There's also kind of a purple mass in the middle of the shot--it's Jules's snout.]

See? It is totally innocent.

[There's a pause.]

As innocent as you can get when forcing your way into a mysterious door, anyway.

[failgoyle]

Well, it's a mysterious stainless steel door in the middle of the hospital.

That is kind of...ominous...

[Regrets. He is starting to have them.]

[capital_asset]

How did you get in? And, er, which door?

[comebewe]

[well, that certainly does manage to distract Matthew from the horrifying, terrifying concept that is 'Jules having sex with someone']

You're purple! We did not think you would be purple, under your mask.

[flumine]

Keep low and to the side. Proper protocol when breaching.

...We'll bring backup.

[failgoyle]

I hacked the hell out of it, pretty much.

And it's the big door in the hospital. Stainless steel, can't miss it.

[capital_asset]

...Hacked?

[He assumes Jules doesn't mean with an axe, especially with a door made of steel.]

Why was it locked?

[itsananimalthing]

Good job, kid.

[Riddick is sparse with praise, but this deserves it. So there you go, Jules. Riddick just said you did good-- that must mean you really did.]

We'll be over there in a few minutes. Don't actually open it until we get there, all right?

[runawaystory]

That...seems like a recipe for disaster.

[Please excuse her while she has nightmare visions of piled corpses or other hospital-y horrors.]

[failgoyle]

Did I ever say I wasn't purple?