Nocturnum - Chapter I

[Majin]

Tuesday, May 16 2006 - 12:30 PM

Dunstand manages to find some more ordinary articles for the Paradise to pad out his paper, as well as the more peculiar bits of information the others had found. Not soon after a knock comes at his door, most likely Steven.

As Vincent wallows in his own self-pity, a flash hits him and in his mind there is nothing but fire and the stench of for some reason he knew could only be burning flesh. What he thinks looks like melting film reel streaks his vision as the horror plays out. Then another flash, a group of men, all wearing non-descript white masks, staring at him. That flash is gone almost as soon as it came, and the fire vision goes with it. Never having had such a detailed vision before, Vincent collapses to one knee. What was wrong with him? Was the incident yesterday responsible for this? He had no idea. He thought he could still smell the lingering scent of the burning flesh. Was it there or was he going crazy? The answers he could get might only be found back at the Paradise.

[sblock]Loss of 1 sanity point for Vincent. [/sblock]

 

[ae1vart0n]

Knew I should have tried the court records instead Roger thinks. He sends out emails to the appropriate clients and looks at his watch. It was still early, so there was time to finish up with some business before returning to the theatre.

After an hour of stopping at various psychiatric institutions looking for new cases (and possible hauntings), he decides to return to the hospital Vincent had been taken to to speak with the girl again, and see if they still had the TV.

 

[Majin]

At Roger's attempt to visit Mary, he learns that her family has had her moved to a private room and they are accepting no visitors.

 

[DrZombie]

Enter the ignorant

Another day, another hotel

Louis sighs as he puts down his suitcase and looks around his hotelroom. The same mindless, tasteless, bland room.
Whats the picture gonna be? Horses or a waterfall. Mmmh. Must be my lucky day. Both.

Some unpacking and a brief shower later he feels a little better.
Taken full advantage of the facts that the bosses can't expect him to move around the underground scene in the standard ,boring suit, he dresses sharply in a dark purple-and-black suit, tailored to hide his shoulder holster as much as possible. His FBI badge is tucked away safely.
His dreadlocks are smooth and cut off in at shoulder length, and kept safe by a wooden clasp in the form of a snake. A golden ring at the right little finger with a skull with a top hat subtly engraved in it complete the persona he's trying to create.
His stomach growls, and he checks his watch. Three hours 'till the meeting. Time enough to check out the local diner and get a feel of the town.

The sharply dressed agent saunters down the street. His curious eyes look around, observing, noticing.

At the nearest not too seady looking diner he takes a seat at the window, and as he waits to be served he checks his mobile for missed calls or messages.


OOC: I'd thought I'd jump right in, feel free to let whoever you want contact me in whatever way you wish, even if you just want to fastforward me right to th e breefing at the office.

 

[Velmont]

During his break, Steven looks at the news paper. Among the publicity, he see a letter of comment on the article about the theatre he had seen the day before. he read through it. Someone who seems happy the restoration of old place, an heritage of our ancerstor the people have decided to keep. Steven was wondering what they were keeping. All that science trying to explain what happen... no, it wasn't making sense. There was something weird in all that, and it wasn't science who would explain it, he was convinced. but how to convince Dunstand or those guys who speak with big words. He thought only time would prove them wrong. But for now, his break is finish, and he must finish those windows... there might be rain tonight, and it must not penetrate in teh walls, he has to finish to seal his windows.

 

[ae1vart0n]

The theatre was coming into sight. Today had been one dissappointing dead-end after another: the library, the hospital. If there was no evidence to be found in books and interviews, then the scene would need to speak for itself.

As Roger pulled into an open parking space, he thought about what equipment to bring. Cameras didn't seem to be working, and the tape had nothing of interest. That alone was strange. This time he'd bring a UV light and an infared camera. He'd do more leg work. Neither device could record anything, but they might help him see something he had missed the day before.

Armed with his flashlight and camera, Roger entered the theatre.

 

[hippocrachus]

Gabriel left the library no wiser than before and headed off to his one o'clock Ancient Civilizations class; a two hour lecture with his major in mind.
When he finished he went home to his uncle's, grabbed a quick snack, and borrowed the car to make the two hour (with Rush Hour traffic) drive up to Baltimore for the evening; it was his uncle's gas and it saved the professor on train fare.

 

[Dhes]

After spending some considerable hours (although it feels more like weeks, ) on their art history paper. Dunstand prints out a copy for Steve to read trough.
Packing his laptop and camera into his car, Dunstand drives down to construction yard to pick up Sevens.
Parking his car between a pallet laden with pieces of scaffolding and what seems to be blocks of cheap insulation. He grabs his mobile and text messages Steve, < CAME 2 PICK U UP, GOT PAPER DOEN, SHOULD HEAD TO HUNTED TH 4 SOME MORE PICS. MAYBE WILL GET SOME ARTSY GOHSTS 4 IN THE PAPER LOL >

 

[Velmont]

Steven is putting his tools in order and cleaning them as he recieves the text message. he quickly looks at it. He quickly put all on the table and punch before going in the parking, where he spots Dunstand. He enters the car. "I wonder if the events of yesterday will contniue, or if we will find out what was behind all that. I've been think about that all day. I must tell that all these scientific explanation you all want to find are just above my knowledge." his eyes fall on the copy of the work, he takes it. He read it through. "Dunstand, you are a savior. I'll owe you one... more."

 

[Majin]

Tuesday, May 16 2006 - 1:30 PM

Everyone going to the theater arrives within a short time of each other. Sarah is sweeping up in the lobby when the first person, Roger arrives. "Hello," greets Sarah. "I hope the incident at the hospital didn't upset you," she says, worry in her eyes.

~Louis~

Louis' cellphone rang just as the waitress was about to approach his table. Seeing the agent reaching to see who it was, she rolled her eyes and changed direction, sauntering over to some other waiting customers. Looking at the message window he notices the number is blanked out with asterisks. Answering it, he hears a scratchy, slightly distorted voice on the other end.

"Hello Agent Duchamps. You must know that with what I am about to tell you that I have your best interests at heart. Everything else is irrelevant. Now listen. You are to proceed immediately to the nearby Paradise Theater. If you do not know where that is, find it. Once there you will find a loose group of people milling around checking about the place. You are to follow their investigation. Make up your own reasons for being there, but make it convincing. You have been chosen for this Agent Duchamps and you must not fail to see," the voice says cryptically. "Do not attempt to trace this call. I can assure you that your efforts will be futile and you will not want any more attention drawn to you then already is. All I can tell you is that you will soon know why. Do you understand?"