holy shit that took too long
"What the hell are you doing here, Rothschild?" Fahy spits out, all too eager to talk down to the thing. "We found you locked up here. What for? Were all those organ transplants not enough?"

The machine sputtered, flustered, annoyed, but as he speaks his tone lightens up, however plagued by confusion and uncertainty his words are. "What... what do you mean!? Those weren't my ideas, I was born into that! I, those were... donated, consensually, off a health insurance patients... I never had any involvement where my replacement heart, liver, lungs, came from, only that they would get me a new one in... hours. I never thought to say no. These things... ran themselves, at some point. I stopped asking questions, only..."

Some strange accent was starting to break through, resurfacing.

He gestures to his arm and body. "But this? THIS? This was my bright idea- no, no, it was... it was referred to me. Was getting tired of all these surgeries, so I thought I'd... try something. It was already tested, something... 'news sphere'? Something like that, some new wacko science thing. I thought the quack fucked it up. I thought I died. Thought the visions were just the out of body experience." He shakes his head, and puts his foot down. "But I'm askin' the questions now! Whadda hell happened? Why'd it take so fuckin' long?"

Saemus threw his hand out. "No, we're asking the ques-"

"No no no, fuck you," the old baron interrupted instantly. You had this assumption that people of noble birth spoke with dignity; even considering his situation, his accent is very particular. "You will answer me."

The two of them start barking over each other, Fahy desperately trying to get a leg up over the Rothschild who is stretching his communication skills by fighting tooth and nail to control the conversation.

You slip in between the two verbally. "We're trying to figure that out, so you have to tell me if there's anything in particular you remembered from the day you went under." They were too busy yelling over each other to hear you clearly the first time, and you have to repeat yourself for him.

Omer stops his speech to... compute? Think? "I had... connections. I went into this -what-doomsday bunker for it? Wasn't the first time I had been to a place like that. The procedure was sponsored by this... what was it... 'something Grove'? Some Californian shmuck- y'know what, you got a boss? I'll talk to him about the details. It's all probably a bit above your paygrade. Get me the fuck outta here. I wanna see the sun. The real one. Do we still got that?"

After what you've seen you wouldn't be surprised if this grove were somehow tied to the Old Oaks.