"I remember well, sister. I believe we met before at the St Mary's. Some time ago when I was working on a John Doe case. You might recall, young boy in a car accident, comatose and no identification on him? Henry Calamy is my name. I had a moustache back then."
He holds his finger up under his nose, emulating the lip ornament.
"I didn't know the hospital provided external care as well, sister Katherine?"
"He said we were all cooked but we were all right as long as we did not know it. We were all cooked. The thing was not to recognize it."
"Oh, I'm sorry I didn't recognize you, Mr. Calamy," says Katherine, blushing slightly. "I do remember now. You look so much younger without your mustache. We don't normally provide external care, but Dr. Weedon and I are particularly concerned about a patient of ours who was transferred to the asylum, so we've come here to visit him and see how he's doing."
"You understand, of course, that I cannot divulge any confidential details of his treatment," says Katherine, "but I see no harm in telling you his name. He is young Mr. Henry Atwater."
"My dear sister Katherine, I would never ask you to divulge anything...uncomely."
He grins as he lights another cigarette.
"It just so happens I was contacted by Mr Herbert Cardigan to look into the case. Mr Cardigan is terribly concerned about the well-being of his son and has instructed us to find him."
He turns to indicate his companions.
"May I introduce my companions. Mr Jimmy Veccio, local investigative reporter, and Miss Sharon Williams of special relation to the missing person."
"Seeing how our destination is the same, might I suggest we go inside?"
"He said we were all cooked but we were all right as long as we did not know it. We were all cooked. The thing was not to recognize it."
"A pleasure to meet you, Miss Williams," says Sister Katherine. "It is good to see you again, Mr. Veccio." She glances at the others. "We have already met. Yes, let us go inside."
No sooner do you set foot across the doorway than the voice of Dr Hardstrom booming out.
"I told you earlier Nurse ... No visitors this morning, especially none for Henry Atwater until we can observe him some more."
The nurse backs out of the office "Certainly Doctor, it will be my distinct pleasure to pass this on." She advances towards you all.
"I am sure that you heard the Doctor's specific instructions there, so I would ask you to leave if you would be so kind." The look she gives Jimmy resembles the gaze that she would give to something that has stuck to the sole of her shoe.
OOC,[color=#FF4000]Give me a roll please gents & lady - whatever is best from debate, oratory, fast talk or persuade.[/color]
Playing;
Paris: City of Tears
Horror on the Orient Express
Calamy frowns and puts on his best concerned expression.
"My dear nurse, I understand that you wish to do well by your patient and shield him from external stimuli, but I must implore you, lives are at stake here and every moment is vital. We are looking for the young man's friend and I pray we are in time to find him alive.
Can you bear it on your conscience that Mr Atwater's friend would die out there in the wild? Alone?"
He gesticulates dramatically in the direction of the woods.
"No, I thought not. Please, take us to see Mr Atwater before another young man suffers his ill fate."
"Doctor!" the nurse looks back over her shoulder and the giant frame of Dr Hardstrom fills the frame of the doorway to his office.
Dr Hardstrom
"You lot - in here now." his deep baritone sounds out along the corridor, brooking no argument. Once you are all in the cramped office he lays the law down quite firmly.
"You heard me give specific instructions to my senior nurse there and still you think you can undermine me in my own establishment. You will not be permitted to see the Atwater boy and that's final. At least not until we have had the chance to observe him closer and to elicit some consistent rational response from him. do you understand?"
OOC,[color=#FF4000]Know roll please from everyone.[/color]
Playing;
Paris: City of Tears
Horror on the Orient Express
"Look," sighs Hardstrom, "I do not wish Atwater to be overly disturbed at present ... it is as simple as that. I have only agreed to speak with you because I recognised Dr. Weedon out in the corridor. Sr. O'Neil I have heard some very good things about your work at St. Mary's. If you ever feel the need of a change I am sure we would welcome someone with your skills and professionalism. Mr. Vecchio I am familiar with your reporting and although I cannot say I always approve of what you report or your opinions, I feel that you wear your heart on your sleeve in a sense. Mr. Calamy if I am not mistaken." Hardstrom nods towards Henry. "Again, like Mr Vecchio, I cannot say I altogether approve of your career choice, your reputation for doggedness precedes you. And finally, we have Miss Williams who I believe is related somehow to one of the boys connected with the situation." He gestures to the pile of files before him. "As you can see, life proceeds and Henry Atwater is another case I have to deal with to the best of my abilities." Hardstrom looks as though he is considering something for a moment before he continues.
"Alright, providing this remains amongst the people in this room, this is what we have so far." Hardstrom looks at you all before continuing as though measuring whether or not to continue. "The patient known as Henry Atwater came to us yesterday afternoon from St Mary's where both Dr Weedon and Sr O'Neil attended him I believe. With regard to his behaviour, he is so far as good as incoherent, which was the situation you referred him to me in the first place am I right Dr Weedon?" When you affirm this he continues.
Hardstom looks directly at Sr O'Neil and Dr Weedon as he continues. "He was sedated more or less as soon as he arrived and we are reducing his sedation slowly to gauge the effects on him." He turns to face the entire group before finishing. "That is as much as I can personally tell you about Henry Atwater. Now due to his fragile state, I will allow two people of your own choosing to see him and no more."
Playing;
Paris: City of Tears
Horror on the Orient Express
"Thank you for your kind offer, Dr. Hardstrom," says Katherine, blushing. "I'll think about it, but I do like working at St. Mary's. And thank you for allowing two of us to see Mr. Atwater. We are very concerned, both about him and the still missing Mr. Cardigan. I'm thinking that Dr. Weedon should be one of the two. His medical expertise will be of great value, and he has treated this patient before."
"Hmm, one from each car.", muses Jimmy, leaning arms folded, against the closed door."Sounds okay to me, just make sure you keep a note of everything" he says smiling at Calmy, "The readers need to know".
Unfolding his arms he produces a small notepad and pencil. He unsnaps the rubber band that keeps it closed; turns to a clear page; licks the tip of the pencil, and looks directly at Dr Hardstrom. "Okay Doc, off the record, any theories?"
We do not see things as they are, we see things as we are.
- Anais Nin