Welcome to Gaia! ::

-looks at the television-

What's this strange box here for?

eek
*has no idea how to deal with crying men*
That's for entertainment purposes Reisen...
some people like to sit in front of it and watch it methodically ....
I don't get it.
Ummm PSi....
what's your issue?
*hands him a tissue*

People get entertainment from staring into a box? Does it do anything?

-stares at the television-

eek

*notices she has gotten iggies so drunk she's passed out in her chair*
oh dear...
she'll sleep it off
I must be off!
Keep an eye on her for me will yah ^_~
tata

*Today there were funeral services being held for Big Paulie and some of his right-hand henchmen at the Catholic Church in upper GGG. A lot of the GGG Police Force were in attendance, to keep things orderly and keep watchful eyes for anything or anyone who may cause suspicion. He is aware that Psyzapp will be in attendance there, and is very grateful that she will be watched from a distance by some of his fellow officers to ensure her safety.

The crime scene at the warehouse district has been taped off and under surveillance for several days now. The CSI teams have been through, looking for any evidence that might pertain to the massacre. Very little was found. Other than all the hideous murders of the mafia family and a few innocent bystanders, it appears that there still are no leads as to who did this. There are only speculations as to what may have gone down that night. This may be one of the biggest crime sprees in GGG history and no party has claimed fame for its doing.

Dougherty makes his way down to the warehouse district and stops to talk with one of the guards at the crime scene. He flashes his badge and his ID is confirmed. He slowly walks around the crime scene, looking for what ... he doesn't know. There are chalk markings and blood stains all over the place. He is astounded at the quantity of lives that were spent that night, and fortunate that none of the bodies were missed by the crews.

He finally makes his way over to the warehouse where the shipping connexes were stacked two high in a horseshoe shape. He wanders around, just surveying the lot. A gust of wind blows through one of the loading dock doors, scattering a few leaves around. In the corner of his eye, he catches the glimpse of a piece of paper flapping in the wind as it was snagged on one of the upper level connexes.

He climbs up to the upper level and makes his way over to the container the paper was caught on. He kneels down and grabs at the paper. It was blood stained, a part of it was torn away. Handling it very carefully, he tries to read the writing through the stains. It appears to be part of a list of names ... some of whom were in the collection of bodies already identified at the morgue. It appears that he may have found part of a Hit List!

Excited that he found some evidence that somehow got missed, he places it in one of the zip-lock bags that he remembered to pocket before coming down to the warehouse district. Looking closer at the partial list, he comes to realize that the handwriting on this piece of evidence is looking vaguely familiar. His mouth agape, it hit him hard as to whose handwriting this was. His eyes dart around the warehouse to see if anyone else was around. Seeing no one, he quickly puts the bagged evidence in his jacket pocket.

Now very confused, he tries to compose himself while he heads back to the guarded gate he had entered earlier. He chats with the guard for a moment, indicating that he had seen all that he needed to see for now. He leaves the warehouse district and starts heading back to MW, a place that had been beginning to feel as home.*

-looks at the buttons on the television-

Channel... volume... power... menu...