[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#00ccff]Cecily Ashworth[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/0813c0d92c658df7e265eb25f173e82e/tumblr_ojixdaMwz11twi2hjo4_400.gif[/img][hr]Location: the Morgue[/center][hr][hr][color=00ccff]"...."[/color] Cecily tried to formulate a response, but her words failed her for a moment. She hated talking on the phone as a general rule, and right now, she felt herself pulled in two directions. Caesar had set up dinner plans for them, and here she was, attempting to schedule the FBI agent to come along. Now it seemed that he'd be coming to her place of business, potentially with a body. But he had been with Riley, hadn't he? What had her roommate gotten herself into?

Hearing Riley's voice, Cecily made the 'O.K.' hand sign at Caesar, pressing her pointer finger to her thumb. And before she had a moment to ask Riley what on earth was going on, Riley ended the call. Staring at her phone, she felt a little dumbfounded. Riley's sister had been murdered that day--and now, it seemed like someone else close to Riley was dying as well. 

If this pattern kept up, they might need to stay in the morgue longer that night than she'd like. Fortunately, no one had come by yet to claim or identify bodies, so it was a bit peaceful in that respect. Tuesday's body would be picked up by Riley, she assumed, and Ronnie's as well she imagined. Notices to the next of kin hadn't even gone out yet, she reminded herself, but news always did tend to spread in Justice relatively quickly. 

Putting her phone in her pocket, Cecily resolved herself to letting Caesar figure out the scheduling snafu. It was above her pay grade, and once the man returned, she'd tell him that the FBI agent may very well be coming to them--or going to the hospital. [hr][hr][center][h1][color=ff99ff]Jaina Sarbye[/color][/h1][img]http://38.media.tumblr.com/dd3034a1a2dd0ebec5c14019d125487d/tumblr_nuos4itckK1r0a0smo2_r2_250.gif[/img][hr]Location: Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane: the Ludwig Building [/center][hr][hr]Twirling one of her braids around her finger, Jaina let out a happy sigh. It had proven to be a perfect day so far! Her brother had canceled his visit, heading to some conference in San Diego instead. That had been a definite highlight. But no, what she found even more wonderful and exciting had been the sound of gunfire! 

[color=ff99ff]"Here comes a candle to light you to bed~ Here comes a chopper to chop off your head~!"[/color] Jaina recited softly to herself, before suddenly [i]launching[/i] herself off from the chair, quite literally flipping to her feet. She grinned and looked around, as if waiting for someone to give her a score for the small trick. But no one quite seemed to be paying attention to her, instead making their way towards the commotion with all of the orderlies. 

[color=ff99ff]"Awww, you guys are playing without me?"[/color] Jaina asked. [color=ff99ff]"That's so incredibly [i]rude[/i], don't'cha know?"[/color] But her beaming face didn't remain sad for long. Jaina made her way towards the source of the ruckus, from where she had heard the sound of gunfire. Perhaps one of her friends had been responsible! She could hardly imagine how someone got a gun inside of the asylum, but she didn't quite care. 

All she knew was that it was going to be the best day of her life![hr][hr][center][h1][color=#99ccff]Iris Kingston[/color][/h1][img]https://68.media.tumblr.com/335ff1dfcb8f4f14605bd01e5f01432f/tumblr_mhjxq7jgZI1s4v93wo1_500.gif[/img][hr]Location: Heading To Justice Asylum For The Criminally Insane[/center][hr][hr]Iris was sipping delicately on a strawberries and crème frappucino, video chatting with her brother over in the Diamond District, when a text came in from work. There was a policy at the asylum for the patient's psychiatrist to be notified immediately if any major issues arose. And frowning deeply, Iris read the rather frantic message, giving her hardly anymore information than that Cynthia had had an episode and Iris would need to come back immediately. 

"C'est quoi, Iris?" her brother asked, sitting in his office in England, thousands of miles away. 

[color=99ccff]"Ce n'est pas grave, ne t'inquiète pas,"[/color] Iris reassured him, putting on a fake smile, though anyone who knew her could see the stress on her face. Cynthia McMillan had just arrived at the asylum that day, and already, she seemed to be attracting more trouble than Iris could handle. It wasn't a typical day where mysterious hackers and covered up government attacks found themselves in her notes on the patients--usually not ones that appeared to actually exist. 

"Iris...Dis-moi," her brother insisted, but Iris shook her head. Patient confidentiality and all that. [color=99ccff]"Je vais te téléphoner à demain."[/color] She waved goodbye to her brother, and despite his protesting, ended the call. Pocketing her phone, Iris picked up her drink and hurried outside of the Starbucks. And then cursing herself slightly for rushing and being forgetful, she pulled her phone back out and called an Uber to take her back to Justice Asylum.