OOC: Fz, about the David thing, Neil is still getting used to their names. So Paul might actually be maul or something.

Frankie had already gone to sleep as soon as Marcus told him that he was going to go and research. He was currently draped across the couch, sleeping quite blissfully, while fully clothed.

(OOC: Just so we know when he hit the hay)

OOC: Ohh, he's good...

Suddenly the light, which was left in the On position, works. There is a flicker from the one overhead light, then it glows brightly over the basement. You see nothing new.

"You done yet?" Tommy shouted.

Then the light came on, and Tommy continued.

"Right, thanks!"

"Yeah," he said as he walked down the stairs again.

Neil reloaded the chamber.

"Anything new in there?"

"Nothing so far. What were we suppsoed to find? Anything useful, right? 'Cause there's nothing good here."

Dave crawled over to his flashlight and picked it up, then put it away. Standing up, he dusted himself off before facing Neil. "Why the hell did you have a gun out and pointing towards me?"

"Dark rooms with closed doors in unexpected places that have no lights in PLACES LIKE THIS THAT INVOLVE SOMETHING PARANORMAL MAKE ME PARANOID!"

Neil took a moment to breathe.

"If you can't handle the concept of me being ready to shoot if something kills you, then please tell me now!"

"Did you try looking in the boxes yet?" he asked as he walked over and opened some of the boxes.