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Liamh wrinkled his nose, looking around the lab as they exited the elevator, but only taking in a vague scan of the sterile room. "Guests? So, wait, the resort's running already? I thought it wasn't completed...." That's.... kind of odd, Liamh scratched his ear as Duvert rummaged in a cabinet. Maybe he'd meant the workers and staff. That would make more sense. He'd just been referring to them politely. Unless....

"Ohhh hey, i get it." Liamh turned to him, raising an eyebrow and gesturing with an index finger.

"You're using the time before the fancy part's set up to rent out to the 'roughing it' crowd? That's smart. Not everybody can pay an arm and a leg for a private resort vacation, but it doesn't mean you can get something for lettin' em tag on for the 'motel in paradise' tour, eh? Good for them. They're the types to actually enjoy the scenery first hand anyway. The avid snorklers and rock climbers and hiking fanatics."

Liamh rambled on as Sabin looked over the rows in the cabinet, mostly out of nerves. He hated needles. No, he didn't so much hate NEEDLES, he just hated getting stabbed with *anything*. Needles just had the added creepy effect of being medical and - worse - usually for injecting substances or drawing blood. Skin was there to keep the blood in and the substances out, dammit, and that's the way he liked it. He refused to think that was ironic from a security point of view.

"Then of course you'll still get the same types with the later crowd, hopefully you'll still have all the same nature schtick for them too, but there's always gonna be more of the lay-by-the-pool types. Wouldn't mind doing that myself, actually," he said, his mouth running as he felt increasingly more uncomfortable.

Liamh winced, willing himself not to rub at the spot where he'd been 'stung'. Had to keep any puncture clean, especially if he wasn't getting a bandaid for it. He took a deep breath to settle himself. "No pool?" He said, arching an eyebrow at Sabin. "Well, beach's still good. Hey, do i get a lollipop?" He forced a grin at Duvert.

Hey, maybe he *did* have a good head for business, who knew. On top of that, he'd guessed it, their enterprise. It was a small, insignificant victory, but after the disconcertment he'd been feeling here, it was something. He felt the warmth from the "innoculation" running up his arm and spreading through him, which was disturbing, but maybe he was feeling better anyway.

He wondered idly if he'd be getting any time after hours for enjoying the complex. It'd kind of suck to have to work the rest of the time solid. In any case, he'd have to make the best use of the day off tomorrow, just in case.

Liamh laughed and rubbed the back of his head to avoid rubbing at the needle-mark. "Eh, i bet they do! Actually, that sounds like a good idea. Well, getting drunk and swimming in the ocean would be a BAD idea, but i'm sure everybody uses common sense..." he shrugged. He followed after Sabin, and switched gears. "On the house, eh? That's great! I was kinda wondering if i'd need to bill PIT for my expenses here - didn't bring a whole lotta cash, but a bit just in case...."

He paused for a moment. "Hey, what's at the entertainment center, by the way?" He resumed walking after the frenchman. "Movies?"

Arcade! Liamh hovered next to the jeep, thunderstruck. Well, it was probably just the kind of little crappy ones they had in bars and small bowling alleys, but still, it was an arcade. That made it all better. He came to his senses and practically jumped into the jeep.

"Yeah! Er, yeah, sounds great. Lead on, swami." He chuckled, stretching his folded arms behind his head. The injected one was a little sore. Maybe he'd take a nap after unloading his stuff, then go make the rounds. And check out the cafeteria, too, he hoped it was more 'hotel/university' cafeteria and less 'highschool' cafeteria.

He looked out across at the jungle. Maybe he'd take a hike, too. Maybe. He gave an unconscious sniff. Maybe *later*.

"Ah, thanks." Liamh accepted the key, eyeing the upper duplex. "Yeah, i bet there's all kinds of us working on this beast you're constructing. It'll be great when it's finished, though. Kind of gives you a feeling of accomplishment, doens't it?" he said with a note of satisfaction. He opened the door and swung his legs out, moving around to unload his bags. Would have to be the top floor, wouldn't it, with all this. That'll teach me to drag so much crap along..

"Thanks for showin' me in, Mr. Duvert. There any events or community stuff or curfews i should know about?" Don't say public bathroom cleaning roster, or KP duty for that matter... He shook his head slightly to himself.

"Oh, and uh, what time do i report in tomorrow? Do i hike back out to the big building, or is somebody gonna pick me up, or...." he glanced over at Duvert again. Maybe there was a resort shuttle he'd be taking.

Liamh nodded, setting the last of the bags on the ground in front of the duplex. "Oh, yeah, right. I guess i'm just too jazzed about the project," he laughed. "Yeah monday would be great, actually. Give me some time to get over jetlag. Cool."

He turned, picking up one bag and twirling his room key ring on his finger. "End of next month, eh?" He scrunched up half of his face. "Well i'm only contracted for the project for the next few weeks, but i think they'd probably let me take a week off after that and just vacation here - it'd make sense, after all. Might as well take it while i can!" he laughed. "Depends on if they'll still cover the travel expenses back, or if -" he nodded at Sabin, "the rest of the resort guys want me off the premesis or something. It'd be great though."

He glanced up at the clear sky. "We certainly wouldn't get weather like this in the fall back home, that's for sure."

Liamh watched the jeep speed off, kicking up dust in it's wake. He waved, shaking his head slightly. "Weird guy, but funny." he turned back to the duplex and picked up a bag in each hand - the laptop one of them - and marched up the stairs determinedly. He fiddled with the lock and key for a moment before hearing the CLIK!, then turned the handle and pushed the door open with his foot. The room looked like any basic hotel/motel room, smelled similarly musty and clean at the same time. He dropped the bags inside the door and glanced around. "Luuuucy," he muttered to himself. "I"m hoooome."

Then he turned on his heel to retrieve the rest of the bags.

Once he'd gotten everything stowed if not unpacked, he flopped down on the bed and stared out the window, leaving the door open behind him. The weight of all the traveling was weighing on him, maybe he'd just take a nap until it was 'time' to go out again.

Then again, 'time' to do anything was going to be a bit more fluid here, wasn't it? At least for the next few days.... He flopped over on his stomach with his head at the foot of the bed and stretched out. Yeah. For once, time was his.