Posts from Мафия 32. Asylum

Paladins not only focus on everything that is wrong, but they can also make wise decisions.

Crimson Order.

The role has been assigned.

Crimson Order.

Alexandros Mograine certainly could have, but Nethezzin, having possessed one of the commanders, messed up many people's minds. Therefore, those who realized that the Crimson Order was turning into utter garbage left and joined the Silver Dawn, forming an alliance with all races, even the Forsaken, so there's no need to talk nonsense.

Therefore, those who realized that the Crimson Order was turning into utter garbage left and joined Silver Dawn.

They did leave, but paladins still remained in the order. As did the priests.

Ples, I replied in Haven; please stop spamming here.

Okay, this is the last time I’m changing my avatar, I swear.

Before night falls, or rather, while we still haven't heard back from the other two about receiving their roles, you can change it fifty times if you want. :)

yes.

Got the role. I hope no one will leave before two or three in the morning. After all, this is most likely the last game. I won't say anything about immunities, but in general, the GM sets the rules of their game, and saying that it's not according to the rules is at least strange.

Role assigned

A small cemetery on the grounds of the sanatorium.
Simple tombstones.
Somewhere here lies the one because of whom I came here.

I've been working as a private detective for many years. I'm hired when the police can't help, and publicity is undesirable. A month ago, a very wealthy couple approached me. More than a year ago, a very unpleasant incident occurred in their respectable family…

Their only daughter, sixteen-year-old Laura, accused her uncle, Mr. T., a respectable and respected family man in his sixties, of harassing her. Mr. T. was shocked and tried to gently reason with his niece, but she vehemently insisted that she was telling the truth. Her parents consulted with a psychiatrist, who suggested that the girl was developing schizophrenia. She was sent for treatment here…at the Saint Valencia Sanatorium.

Three months later, the police noticed Mr. T.'s car parked in a dead-end alley. A police officer, shining a flashlight inside, found the respectable old man trying to give some extra lessons to a fourteen-year-old schoolgirl, having first tied her up and gagged her – apparently, so that she wouldn't interrupt the teacher. T. was arrested, and after a series of interrogations, he confessed to raping a couple more young girls…including his own niece.

Laura's parents didn't have time to pick her up from the sanatorium. They were beaten to it by a letter informing them that their daughter's condition had been steadily deteriorating during her stay, and one night she died of a heart attack, likely caused by hallucinations. It's strange that a healthy sixteen-year-old girl started having hallucinations. It's even stranger that the parents were not notified by phone, but by letter, and when they arrived, Laura had already been buried.

The parents turned to the management of the sanatorium. The position of chief physician was vacant at that time, and his deputy, Dr. Cherletti, spoke to them briefly, apologized for the delay in notification, citing constant problems with telephone communication, and assured them that Laura had been seriously ill, and this, as well as the qualifications of the medical staff, was not up for discussion.

The police couldn't help them – the fact that T. turned out to be a pervert and a scoundrel formally did not refute the assumption that their daughter had gone mad. In such cases, they usually call me.

It was easy to get a fake certificate of completion of medical courses, and strong male staff is always needed where there are violent patients. In the first week of my work, I've already seen so much that it's enough for a month of stories. A fun place.
As I hoped, it was easy for the orderly to get access to almost any part of the sanatorium. I can bring a cup of coffee to the chief physician's office, or I can go down to the basement to check the wiring.

Sooner or later, I will find out what I need.

But this damn rain…it's starting to worry me.

The rain

A Glimmer of Truth

Looks like I wasn't wrong. This place is a hornet's nest, and I'll have to be careful not to end up lying next to Laura under one of the hills.

Tonight, Ple-Sen, as usual, checked the duty logs and talked to the nurse on duty before going for a walk in the park before bed. He never returned, and in the morning, one of the guys found his body in the bushes near the entrance. Someone shot him at close range, and the rain, along with the mud, painted gray patterns on his coat.

Who knows what's going on in this place. And no one saw anything. Gil4 slept through the whole night, like he was dead, and he was even staggering when he woke up. Everyone is scared, like a flock of sheep – only Arandor, it seems, felt safe tonight, and looked quite calm in the morning.

And also – I found something interesting. In the old wing of the hospital, where there are abandoned rooms waiting for repairs, I found an old operating room, dilapidated and messy… but with signs of recent use.

Something was recently washed in the sink, and there is a smell of alkali in the air… and blood.

It's unlikely that the operation was carried out according to all the established rules.

I casually asked the guys and nurses, but no one knows anything – the old wing, in a state of disrepair, and so on. However, one of the nurses mentioned that there had been some staff changes at the hospital – it seems that someone was transferred to the surgical department. Strange, they usually just sit there doing nothing.

While the nurse was away in someone's room, I glanced at what was on her desk. There was a small note:

Today I checked on Gil. Misha checked on Hostor.
Signed,
Anya

Inhabitants of the hospital:
Reinhard
Nebo
Xostor
Gil4
WisTrit
Werevolka
WhiteLizard
Arandor
Pitch Black
Hermit
RiMpel2
Loreley
Gur
Neyra Drake
Amko
WishmasteR
Thorium
Prince_OMEGA

Dead:
Ple-Sen

Yes, it seems that Plesen found trouble and encountered a maniac who was guarding his territory and killed the first person who came near him.
There are not many nicknames mentioned in the newspaper, but there are so many non-player characters...

Today, I checked Gil. Misha checked Hostor.
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Anya

Both were Mafia and pretended to be investigators to clear themselves later. lol

after checking the duty logs and talking to the nurse on duty

John, you killed Karen!
Bastard! ;( I liked her smile =[br][/br]I don't think it's advisable to openly look for clues on the coccyx right now - it only bothers the psychos, no need to make their task easier.
Gil is under sedation, the pharmacist isn't treating him :O
Arandora was especially guarded; he was in a separate block.
I'll review the list of displays for now.

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both were mafia and pretended to be investigators to clear themselves later. lol

Said Hugo Cherletti after the failed attempt with the insulin coma...