OOC: Alright, anyone not mentioned by name, you can join whichever team you want. If you are on the list in th discussion, you are on that team.

5:00 PM Monday

The Investigation Team arrives at the house. It is a two story, throughly average brick bungalow. It seems in decent condition, if not for the fact that it is in between two huge buisness buildings, throwing the comparativly small house in a permenant shadow. As you push aside the rust gate, you notice the small front lawn covered in weeds and thick grass. It probably wasn't taken care of even when the couple lived here you decide. As you approach the plain, wooden door, Henry notes the ominous shadows and the thick curtains drawn over every window give the house an ominous look. A shiver goes down Henry's spine for no good reason. The group now stands at the front door...

4:00 PM Monday

You searched around for a while, and found it easier once you reached Bosten to get directions here then the other team had getting directions to the house. You pull up in front and get out, looking at the Sanitarium before you. A plain building of harsh edges and plain grey stone, it seems stark and unforgiving as you approach the front doors and enter. You walk into an empty waiting room with nothing but sterile white walls and an unfriendly looking nurse/secretary behind a woodend table. She glares as you approach her.

OOC: Investigation team needs to make their way past the nurse first, whether they sneak by or fast talk her, then they will get a chance at the crazy couple.

Henry, being the only one with the key, unlocks the front door and then removes the key. Twisting the knob slowly, with the memory of David all too fresh in his mind, he pushed it slightly open. Slightly as in you cannot even see inside through a crack yet.

Backing up a little, and making sure that everyone's not crowded together, he then kicks the door open. Unconsciously taking a deep breath, he prepares himself to run/dodge in case he saw anything out of the ordinary there.

ooc. Yours is better. But use my guy in there because he is a Doctor. It might make things easier...

Frankie walked up to the nurse, conciously avoiding her glare and instead smiling amicably toward her, and extending a hand in friendship. "Hello there, Miss. I'm terribly sorry to bother you, but my friends and I have traveled quite a distance to see a Mr. and Mrs. Macario. They were instituted recently I believe... we're all family members, you see... and we came as quickly as we could when we heard about poor Vittorio and Gabriela. We would like to see them as soon as possible, and this... is a doctor we've paid for, he is suppose to be quite good," Frankie stated, gesturing toward Marcus, "Only the best for my dear aunt and uncle."


(OOC Repost: added your guy in, Spirit)

ooc Thanks Krylo

"Yes I am Doctor Arilius from Chicago. I have dealt with Pateints like these two poor dear souls before. I Really believe if I can have a chat with them and perhaps see their file I will perhaps be able to get a better sense of their logic and maybe put them on the road to healing as I have done so before with worse pateints. I also would like no interference from the staff except when needed to see how they act naturally..."
Mark knew that he had dealt with worse and was a very good doctor, he just hoped that maybe his official background would be good enough for the nurse and hopefully they would not interfere with the investigation...

Tor looked around himself, no one answered him.

-Ah crap tell me what the mission is and I'll go and do som surveilance and stuff since thats my job as a PI

Father ted groaned at the ham acting exhhibited by frankie. His stern look looked away at something going on behind the nurse.

As Frankie chatted the nurse up, Tommy slung the suitcase behind him. He had never been comfortable with jawing around - that was usually the prelude to a fusillade of bullets.

But that wasn't the only thing that made him nervous. Even in the day... this place seemed to have a creepy air around it. When he focused on it, it disappeared, but when he thought of something else, nagging doubts and panic slowly began to cross his mind.

He lit a cigarette, and continued waiting.

Father Ted followed Tommy he didn't really trust any of these 'aquantances' of his friend or the cock and bull story they gave him He oulled up a leg of his black trousers. Giving a cursory look about the room only Tommy was present and that man didn't strike Ted as being particularly civicly minded. He reached up the pant leg and pulled a hip flask from the outer rightsid of his pants leg, just above his knee. He uncorked the flask and took a belt of the outlawed whiskey.

"Pst!" Father O'Hanrahan whisperedso only tommy could hear him. "You want a belt?" Not trying to draw the attention of others but showing just enough of the small flask to Tommy to reveal what it was.

Tommy raised an eyebrow. This was surprising.

"Sure, I've been dying for a shot myself," he whispered back. "Damn nation's fine accept for this damn Prohibition..."