№ 1. [Location: Lobby] Do idiots dream of electric stupidity?
The poor Receptionist didn't even get out "Welcome," before Wade was running out of the building like his ass was on fire. Granted, his life had been pretty weird lately -- what with Headpool, the zombies, and the Corps -- so really, waking up in a luxurious mansion should have been a pleasant twist. Unfortunately, it was such a radical change of scenery, because the last he remembered he was on a Greyhound bus headed towards Vegas, that he had to run away to clear his head. Well, clear it as much as a person like him possibly could.
A walk just outside the mansion, told him three things: he was completely naked (of weapons), he was currently not tripping out on drugs or something equally odd, and he was in the sky. It was pretty much after he learned that he was in the sky that he ran back into the mansion, in fear of falling a comical death off the side of the...whatever the hell this was.
"Welcome, Mr. Wilson. We've been expecting you," the Receptionist chimed in behind her desk.
"I knew being a filthy-rich jerk would pay off one day! Jeeves, my weapons!"
A walk just outside the mansion, told him three things: he was completely naked (of weapons), he was currently not tripping out on drugs or something equally odd, and he was in the sky. It was pretty much after he learned that he was in the sky that he ran back into the mansion, in fear of falling a comical death off the side of the...whatever the hell this was.
"Welcome, Mr. Wilson. We've been expecting you," the Receptionist chimed in behind her desk.
"I knew being a filthy-rich jerk would pay off one day! Jeeves, my weapons!"