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"The patients' psychosis may very well have been stimulated by the good Dr. Wilson," Adon slowly rubs his short, neatly trimmed white beard. "Three escapees, two confirmed drownings, and a mythical 17th century water demon. What terrible traumas did Dr. Wilson inflict on his patients? Did...

Jonathan frowns at the books as his brow creases. Not quite what I expected...Hmmm. So much for the chemistry and biology texts. Jonathan eyes skim over the titles and quickly opens up the handwritten journal, hoping to get information on the missing people.

OK, Gomez. You've had your fun. It's been a day. What's in that backpack!? The suspense is killing me! :D

"It seems the good Dr. Wilson had an unhealthy appetite for the occult. Excuse me, Eugene. Are any of these collected documents yours? Anything you might recognize?" Adon's brows furrow together as he surveys the collected works intently.

"Marcus, give me one second to look these books over and get down to the candle room. I'd like to see what comes out of that pipe when you open that valve." Jonathan turns to start down to the candle room.

Jonathan frowns. "Books? May I see those, officer?" IC: Jonathan skims through the texts if the officer relinquishes them.

"Er...yes, Lt. Rubin." Jonathan smiles sheepishly. Jonathan climbs out of the crawlspace and waits impatiently for the properly skilled people to arrive. "If it checks out in there, I would still like to visit that crawl space, Lt. Rubin, to ascertain any infectious threat. Is it possible to...

LOL. As a player, I know my character is gonna get socked sooner or later. I hope my cautiousness isn't interpreted as meta-gaming. Remember, I did jump into that empty pool. And Gomez scared the crap out of me. Love that Cthulhu rush! :D

Jonathan pauses to survey the pipes. He hesitates when he sees the backpack. Frowning, Jonathan shouts down, "Lt. Rubin? Any of your officers or the SWAT officers skilled in demolitions? I have found a suspicious looking backpack up here. I'd rather have someone skilled OK it before I take...

"Marcus, we might have access to the plumbing through the crawlspace underneath the pool. I think I have found the hatch in the "candle-room". Officers, one of you have a flashlight I can borrow?" Jonathan asks.

IC: Jonathan attempts to approximate the difference in height between the drain in the pool and the drain in the ceiling with the room full of candles. Was that drain stopped? Pools generally have access to their plumbing through some sort of narrow crawlspace. Jonathan looks for one.

OOC: Sorry. I envisioned him with his "salt and pepper hair" as something like the greasy haired Nick Nolte in the Hulk. :)

"Do you think we should bring the old man? Properly restrained of course," Jonathan rubs his bitten neck. "Some of the clothing items or the pool itself might trigger some lucidity on his part."

Jonathan frowns. "Vaguely. Didn't the members commit suicide fearing some doomsday prophecy?" Jonathan drops his head in thought. "You have an excellent point, Marcus. Take the extreme. Suppose these people did commit suicide. Where are the bodies? Assume the ludicrous extreme. They are...

Jonathan stands up and backs away from the broken man. A look of pity crosses his face, despite the wound on Jonathan's neck. Turning to the SWAT leader, Jonathan asks, "Have the other buildings been searched yet? Anyone else been found?" Jonathan looks pensively at Marcus. "Any thoughts...

Adon nods slightly and sits back down. He looks at Agatha with his hand over his mouth, obviously disturbed by what he sees. Adon turns and starts sifting through the files, a troubled look on his face.

Adon turns to Eugene and Agatha, readjusts his small spectacles, and notices Agatha's new demeanour for the first time. "Agatha? Eugene? I...was it something I said?" Adon walks over to the pair. "Agatha, I am so sorry." Adon stands awkwardly, his face drawn tight in helpless frustration.

Jonathan slowly stands, rubbing his neck. Jonathan turns to the SWAT members present. "Have your men located anything else in this building? Compound?" Jonathan runs his hand through his long hair. He turns and faces the weeping man. Summoning his courage, Jonathan tries to assume a gentle...

Lol. Same here, when that guy in the truck had the drop on you.

"Pat" isn't the word I would use. Maybe "tickle his ribs" or maybe "probe his bowels through applied pressure on the abdomen." But "pat"? Never. ;)