A modest brown building with only three rooms, the Processing House holds both the Door through which new folks come to the town as well as a center for paperwork and getting the newcomers oriented with their situation. The first room in the House is a large office with several desks for the paperwork involved in processing. A door down the hall leads to the Calm Room, a small room with only two couches and a coffee table, where those who have just come through may have their situation explained to them once they have been assessed as non-threatening. Directly across the hallway from this room is the solid cement room that houses the Door, a heavy steel door with a barred viewing hole and a barred window the only accoutrements besides the glaring red magical door.

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July 28th, 2013, 6:31 pm #31

Clive grinned, "Seems like the old man is getting rusty!" He could not help but remember the time when John had come through, the two of them nearly had a shootout. "We about damn near shot each other when he came through. Obviously a lot of people don't take kindly to being brought here, I wouldn't blame 'em." He pitied those who were unlucky enough to be brought here, but in turn the door had in fact saved John's life. He was thankful the two of them had become such great friends Madlenka on the other hand, part of him wanted to be friends and the other wanted to do things that made him hot under the collar. As much he as enjoyed daydreaming about those sorts of things, the halfbreed tried to maintain a professional relationship with the dhampir lest he feel like he was turning into Corbin. Speaking of, where was that perv at anyways?

The halfbreed picked up on Madlenka's hint and walked back into the hallway with her."Sure, this will only take a second anyway. We don't really have anything other than toast and some butter ready to go, but we'll get you a proper meal later!" He was not sure what the dhampir had to say in private but he followed her back to the main room anyway, hopefully whatever she had to say she would be quiet about it. He found out rather quickly that werewolves had keen hearing when the two were women came through. One of them had caught his eye and Clive had been rather embarrassed when she overheard the comments he shared with John.

"So, what's up?' He asked in a low voice as he pilfered through John's desk. No doubt the sheriff had taken away the magazines for his own personal use later. Clive never really got to experience pornography like his counterparts had, growing up in the shelter magazines were few and far between. "You think Guy is going to be a problem?" Aside from some personal issues and the current situation he was in, the wolf did not exactly give off that crazy psycho vibe. It never hurt to be cautious though.
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July 29th, 2013, 5:19 pm #32

    Madlenka understood the anger some people felt when they came through the door. She had endured a lot of personal anguish prior to her arrival in town and had dealt fairly well with the change of environment. It was a way to escape her problems, after all, though now she regretted that she had been unable to make things right before she had been so swiftly taken from her own world.

    She looked to Clive and shrugged her shoulders just slightly. "He seems intelligent and capable of processing all of this, it's just going to take time," she said, her voice equally low. She understood werewolf hearing as well, having been the victim of a cruel joke on the bartender Odetta's part when the werewolf had overheard her say something very private to John. "It's not that I think he's going to be a real problem, it's just that he has no memories. Absolutely none. He didn't even know his name. I gave him the moniker 'Guy' because it was a good placeholder. He doesn't know where he came from, who he is, anything. The poor guy has complete amnesia."

    She smirked when she saw the vintage porno mags John had confiscated. She wondered if the old man used them himself or if he had enough good memories in the spank bank from his secret agent days to last him a lifetime. Maybe one day she'd ask him just to see him squirm. She reached down and picked up the bourbon bottle and one of the magazines for herself. "You should take one home with you too. John won't notice they're missing, I'm sure. Corbin has a magical ability to find all of these things and John just keeps taking them away." There wasn't a whole lot to do for entertainment in Door besides fuck and drink and the former hadn't happened for Madlenka yet. She had been too distraught over Dutch when she had come through, and since then she had only really found a few worthy candidates. The problem was that she didn't want things to get too awkward, since the town was so small. Right now though, Clive looked really good.

    "I won't tell if you won't," she said with a wink, putting the porno mag into her purse.
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July 29th, 2013, 7:33 pm #33

Clive felt his brow rise when Madlenka revealed that their new 'friend' had amnesia. Lost memories and a trip to Door? Gods, that poor sap must have won some sort of fucked up lottery! What were the odds of that?

"Cripes, I could not even begin to imagine what he must be going through. No wonder he's in such a bad way, I would not wish that on anyone." He continued to keep his voice low as he made for the coffee cups, the old brewer machine was in the kitchenette at the opposite end of the hall way so he would have to trek back past the poor were. Mean while Madlenka had been poking around in John's desk, looking for the bourbon.

At the mention of the magazines Clive felt blood his cheeks begin to flush. The dhampir had always been open with her sexuality in a vein similar to Corbin, yet somehow less repugnant. It couldn't possibly be because she's pretty, oh no, never. He thought sarcastically as he wondered over to the sheriff's desk.

"Do as you like, I'm not really into that sort of thing. We had pictures and stuff in the vault but never magazines like those, or atleast from what I saw anyways." Not that he needed that sort of material, if he ever wanted to get his rocks off he could simply swing by the bar on Friday night. He normally was not the type for pickups however, as his job kept him busier than a bee. "I'll let it slide, just this one time." He said with a wink and a grin.
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July 30th, 2013, 11:12 pm #34

Only peripherally aware of the conversation that was going on in the other room, Guy got to his feet, finding himself growing tired with being so still.

He'd been pretty much inactive since pulling the one guy into the cage bars, at least; and now, while he felt a little more comfortable with the idea that no one was going to pull a gun on him, something about the others being out of sight had him uneasy. With vague nuances of sexual tension drifting out of the room, he set himself to pacing, his hands latticed behind his neck as he walked.

The smell of coffee took precedence. Beyond that and the aforementioned awkwardness, there was little else he could pick up out of what was going on. He felt better in here than he did in the cage - and he didn't have to think about why that was - but he couldn't help but wonder. It didn't escape his grasp that the dhampir might have pulled her friend aside to talk about him, after all - he'd already set one of them to pulling the alarm. And even if Madlenka hadn't finished him off when she'd had the chance...

Well, maybe paranoia was just a new, fun part of this personality of his. All the same, a cloying mental image of them walking back, gloved hands, those calm, half-expecting looks on their faces... And a syringe. He stopped stock-still in the room at that thought, staring off at the wall as though it demanded his interest. The synapses in his memory bank were working, that was for damn sure, but he couldn't make a lick of sense of it.

On a whim, he pulled up his sleeve, wanting to catch a look at the crook of his elbow. It was bruised, with the tiniest of pinpricks showing an injection site. A beat or two passed before he looked up again, eyes narrowed distrustfully.
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July 31st, 2013, 1:14 am #35

    "You really never had porno mags? That's a shame. Back when I was in my old world, we had really just begun to use photography for pornography. Before that it was all artwork, and let me tell you that some of that stuff was really interesting," she said with a smirk. Clive's semi-innocence was so endearing. He wasn't completely virginal, but there was something untarnished about him that Madlenka found irresistible. The chiseled jaw, sparkling eyes, charming smile and perfect ass didn't hurt either. She couldn't imagine what it had been like growing up in a vault. Her own life had been full of exploration.

    "Well suit yourself tiger," she said, putting the rest of the magazines away and taking the bourbon over to the coffee pot. She poured three cups of coffee and put a bit of the good stuff in each. "If you ever get curious enough you should come over to my place and I give you a lesson on dirty pictures."

    She carried two of the mugs back down the hallway toward Guy, letting Clive get his own. She didn't know if the werewolf took his coffee with cream or sugar, but she could always go back up and grab it if need be. She smiled when she entered the room, noticing that he was pacing.

    "Coffee and bourbon, hot and black," she told him, setting his cup down on the table. "Do you like cream or sugar? I can go get some." She looked over her shoulder to make sure Clive was still behind her. The way Guy was pacing was making her nervous.
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September 11th, 2013, 12:00 am #36

Clive kept mum on a reply not wanting to push the subject of pictures no matter how lewd, not with someone with sensitive hearing around at least. He settled on flashing another grin and chuckling before he took up his cup for a careful taste.

"Not bad. Not bad." He spoke between sips, "Lacks the automotive taste that we had in the vault, but give you some time, a few broken machines, maybe some industrial filters and we'll see what you can concoct then!" It really was a good batch coffee, but Clive did not want to flat out compliment her. Better to not push the envelope until he got some advice on the matter.

He followed Madlenka back to the cell room, passing her as he went to the kitchenette. The room was not too far from the cells so he could hear her talking with Guy as he nabbed the sugar and creamer boxes from the cabinet above the sink. "Don't sweat it, I've got some for anyone who needs it." The local coffee was bitter enough with out alcohol, he could only imagine how rough it might taste to someone who was not used to it.

"It might taste like shit, but it will get the job done. Here's some other shit that might make that shit less shitty." He said with a grin as he placed the small boxes of sugar and powered creamer on the table across from the cell. The coffee most definitely did not like shit thanks to Madlenka's efforts but he was trying as hard as he could to appear welcoming damn it.
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September 17th, 2013, 4:31 pm #37

Letting his sleeve go, it remained in place just below the lower curve of his bicep, clearly showing off that coloring bruise and its tiny dot of a hole. Maybe he was a heroin addict; the lack of withdrawals told him otherwise. Funny how he knew that but couldn't remember his birthdate.

His head tilted wolfishly as the pair returned, expression a bit dark before it softened some. "Uh... Black's fine. I think." He offered a small nod in acknowledgement to Clive, all the same. Taking the mug from Madlenka, he considered the sugar and cream for a brief moment before taking a sip.

Bitter, yet vaguely sweet thanks to the burn of the alcohol. Deciding that he liked it, he made a face and took another drink before speaking. "Thanks. Anyway, uh... So what's the next step, here? Assuming there is one, considering that I might have roughed up your boss a bit."
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September 21st, 2013, 7:04 pm #38

    The dhampir raised her brows. "He may think the coffee tastes like shit but I am of the opinion that it's really pretty decent," she said, putting just a bit of sugar in her own cup before taking a sip. She watched Guy drink it black and tried not to smirk at the face he made. It was bourbon and coffee sweetheart, it's going to kick your ass a little bit... She wondered why Clive was being so critical of it. It made her hackles raise a bit, but she tried to remain pleasant.

    "The next step is that we'll put you up in interim housing for a few days while you figure out where you want to try and make a go at things. You are also not the first person to rough John up a bit during processing, so don't worry about that too much," she explained with a wry grin. Leona had actually given the poor guy a gash on the forehead that would require stitches. He still had a little scar from it. "We take things pretty well around here. Sometimes people fight and scrap. It happens. Unless people kill one another, we generally just put them in a holding cell overnight and hope they sleep it off."

    She took another sip of her coffee and shrugged. "Your being a werewolf means you can technically fit in just about anywhere. Your having no memory means that you can start totally fresh. There are plenty of people willing to teach you new skills if you want to learn them. The Red Collars would have you patrolling the town, going on missions to search out some of the ghost towns out there, that sort of thing. The Blue Flame would have you working on the orchard and farm, probably as a field hand or something similar. We don't really need any more deputies right now but John could possibly find you work in town with us, or you could find other work in town with one of the local businesses. You will be fed, clothed, and have a roof over your head until you figure it out."
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October 4th, 2013, 2:17 am #39

Clive caught the offended riff in Madlenka's response and mentally kicked himself, so much for trying to just trying to socialize with the man. He was only trying to speak in the general sense of coffee tasting bad, not hurt his half-dead friend's feelings.

"I could not have said that better, Mads." He chimed in, trying to patch things up. "We got a different way of running things around here than most people are used to but as long as you're willin' to work, we'll take care of ya."

The halfbreed leaned against the doorway and took another sip. The coffee definitely had a little kick but he did not mind. Hell, he would probably ask Madlenka to cook up another batch sometime, provided she was not too cranky about his earlier comment. Better to let it slide for now and apologize later maybe.

"The Collars have a couple of other weres I believe, lively bunch, but you might find kindred spirits in them. The townsfolk have had plenty of time to adjust to.. other types so things might actually be a little easier around here for 'ya."
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