Indie Butcher was no stranger to Medicai, her medical file being less of a file and more... a filing cabinet. She'd come to Medicai with two goals in mind, the first one being to get to her bi-annual appointment on time, and the second was to investigate the empty hospital on the outskirts of the city.
Inevitably, this lead to Harold being dragged along. It wasn't that he particularly minded, it's just... where his next-door-neighbor was concerned you couldn't help but be dragged. Her single-minded determination left you with little choice in the matter.
They were some way from the hospitals now, where the universities and medical centres faded out in favour of shops and other amenities that the people who worked and lived in the city frequented. The two of them had found a cheery little cafe along one of the busier streets and had sat down to plan the evening's investigation.
Harold St. Ives, a young man with mousey-brown hair and the air of someone from a previous era. Assam tea, drop of milk, no sugar. "I'm not suggesting we don't go, I'm just saying. It's a big floor plan, I mean, without the others-"
Indie Butcher, two years his junior, with shoulder-length dark hair and circles underneath her eyes that were almost violet. Chamomile tea and a slice of lemon Madeira cake. She rolled her eyes and cut the cake with the side of her fork. "--We'll be eaten by ghosts, I know. Face it, Harold, Jess and Nick investigate stuff on their own all the time. It's nice to do stuff with the whole team, but you know it never comes off in reality. We're all busy."
The older boy pulled a face. "We meet up once a month at least. We could wait until then, Indie."
"No!" she replies, looking a little sheepish as several heads turn in her direction. "Look, we've gotten it all planned out. Stop worrying, we're investigating the abandoned hospital tonight."