<div class="floatleft">(http://unitedagents.co.uk/sites/default/files/wallisA.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Evangeline "Eva" Hargrove<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Guest (Television Writer)<br/><strong>Time:</strong>August 31st.  Sometime between the Orientation and Lunch Ceremony<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside the Clinic<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alec McCollins<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Taking a step into the Unknown.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Another round of tests, another batch of examinations and being looked over.  It wasn't anything that she had been looking forward to.  Easily it was one of the things Evangeline was dreading with more of a sense of annoyance and frustration than anything else.  How many times had she been through similar tests?  How many times had she gone through similar examinations, with the results the same each and every time?<br/><br/>You're as healthy as can be.<br/><br/>Everything seems to be in order.<br/><br/>The same, each and every time.  And this time, on the Ranch, it didn't seem much different than any other time before.  Leaving the Clinic, with a folder of medical papers saying the same thing they always said, and a pack of fertility pills to keep her company.  The familiarity was a plus, she supposed, as opposed to being thrown into the unknown that was this place.<br/><br/>The Unknown that would shortly be explained and showed to her, she supposed, thinking back to the earlier orientation.  Her hand went to the file folder in her arms as she approached one of the men hanging about outside the clinic.  “Excuse me...” She said, offering a distracted glance and absent-minded smile of politeness as she peeled back the cover of the folder.  “I'm looking for...” A Stud?  The thought of calling someone that once again brought about the thought of how absurd the whole thing still sounded in the depths of her mind.  “...A gentleman named Alec, I think?”