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[ It's laundry day at St. Edelweiss. Which means that a certain young woman with bleached blonde hair and about two inches of light brown roots is curled up in the warmest spot of her cell that she can find (which really isn't that warm), completely naked.

Except that then there's some sort of flicker, and instead of sitting naked on the floor of her cell with her knees hugged to her chest, she's sitting naked on the floor of some weird cavern type place with her knees hugged to her chest.

She meeps softly, and scoots backwards until her back hits something solid, trying not to panic and failing badly at it. She doesn't really care that she's naked right now, she just knows that she's somewhere completely foreign to her, and that she might very well have just ended up somewhere worse than the asylum. ]

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[goodatgoogle.livejournal.com]

[ Gwen would be more suspicious, given Jack's track record with 'old friends' *coughHartcough*, but this girl looks... sick and underfed and scared even as she sleeps curled up against Jack's chest. It kicks her mama lion instincts on. ]

Poor thing, looks like she's been through hell. Can I help at all? Has Owen taken a look at her yet? Have you fed her?

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

Not yet, she just appeared here. I got her some clothes and ordered some takeaway, but then she fell asleep. Owen should see her, though, she's got a bad cough and a broken wrist.

[goodatgoogle.livejournal.com]

I'll text Owen and wait upstairs for the takeaway, then. [ She pulls her phone out and texts Owen asking him to come in ASAP because there's an injured girl here ] I'll leave you two be. I hope... I hope she's all right.

[jackedthename.livejournal.com]

Me, too. [He gives Gwen a small smile and shrugs.] She's ...friends with my doctor, is all.