Friday afternoon they would wake go to location, set up gear and then investigate all evening and into the night. Then return to the hotel rooms early Saturday morning, they would be able to sleep and then after waking up, a brief evidence review, and interviews on progress, and then back onto location for Saturday night and a full investigation. The official contest ends, Sunday morning 4:00AM. Again they would return to the hotel for sleep and then film the finally, and find out whom won the contest. It was a tight schedule, and Jacob knew it, he usually like to be a bit more casual about time frames during investigations, but when this kind of prize money was at stake, some consolations had to be made.<br/><br/>The after party was nice, they served campaign and wines and the teams were allowed to mingle. You'd think that everybody would want to rush off to bed before the big contest, but it was the contrary in the case of professional ghost hunters. These professionals purposely stayed up the night before investigations, in order to acclimate to the late hours of prime investigation time. The contest's itinerary had it scheduled until almost 3 am, and the prospect of having to hang out with the elitist contemporaries wasn't too appealing to Jacob.<br/><br/>He hung around the bar for a bit, and when he saw Tori growing bored, he reached his finger under her chin and pulled her gaze up to meet his. "Hey...Go mingle...Chat up yer boy Jason....I ain't the jealous type so...you know...don't sweat it....OK?" He crooned like Sinatra.<br/><br/>"Ewww, What? I don't want to talk to him..." Tori started to say, but it was a lie and a poorly disguised one at that. "You don't think it will be weird? " She put in.<br/><br/>"Nah, go ahead....I ain't no good at these party things....Greg was always the charismatic smile for the cameras...I am more of a nuts and bolts kinda guy...GO!" He said and smiled and kissed her. "You look really pretty tonight." He added in for good measure.<br/><br/>Tori smiled, as every woman likes being told they look pretty at unexpected moments, and kissed him back, before trotting off to talk to the other faux-celebrities. Tina saw her, and immediately sidedled up to her daughter, looking to meet the TV stars as well. "Don't be a bitch... Introduce me as your sister, OK?" Tina said in a slur, obviously already a little tipsy.<br/><br/>Fish sauntered over to the bar to meet up with Jacob and ordered the two another round of drinks. The sipped them causually and eventually Fish worked up the nerve to bring up the incident in the van, "Hey...aaah....So what the fuck is with this Simon Douche?" He said with his usual carefree grin.<br/><br/>"Don't worry about it....Just limit his access to ....well everything! I don't want this mission to get 'pear-shaped' on us....OK? Its Tori's first go at it, so I want to work my ass off and give her a good experience of leading...you know...She really great, man...I want it to work between us...but I am scared you know....scared that what ever dark sign I was born under, is gonna spit shit all over us....I don't fucking want that to happen, and I am not sure it can be avoided....I don't know if it's not more merciful to have this mission to go<span style="font-weight: bold">horribly wrong</span>and loose her now, to save her the pain of some further feelings of lose later....It's a fucking pickle....Ooooh shit man...sorry about unloading on you there...You asked about Simon, shit don't sweat it, we'll use him for labor for now, and ditch him immediately, when we get back to New York, you can try that Kid 'Blazer' again...OK?" Jacob realized he was starting to rant and cut himself off.<br/><br/>"It's 'Blaze', and yeah man...don't sweat it....As your new 'father-in-law', I understand what you are trying to say....And if you want my 'daughter's hand in marriage, I will need three goats as compensation." Fish said, but he couldn't make it through the whole spiel without cracking up first.<br/><br/>Simon had shuffled off, he knew he wasn't liked around his new colleagues so he started talking up the other lesser team members from the other teams. It was easy to tell from his pantomimed hand gestures that he recanted the incident in the van to several of them, but Jacob only watched, shaking his head and biding his time. Tori and Tina were getting on fine with several of the big names, and Jacob would have killed to be a fly on the wall so he could hear the conversations.<br/><br/>The night passed<span style="font-weight: bold">relatively without incident</span>, and soon they'd returned to their rooms. Tori was feeling playful, but Jacob only laughed it off and soon as his head hit the pillow, he was sleeping within minutes, like a man that had worked a hard day, apparently the 'jet lag' had caught up with him. Tori slapped his naked chest, frustrated that he was too tired to make love to her on their first night in New Orleans. She was practically buzzing down there, and nothing but manual stimulation was going to cut it. Tori reached down and started to masturbate, rubbing her fingers around her clit and pumping her slit. Her orgasms was violent and wet, and she came harder that she had in a long time.<br/><br/>The next morning they awoke, just after noon actually, and the team had breakfast, Simon remained quite, finally showing a bit of modesty. Everyone showed and dressed, and soon Johnny from the night before, showed up with a van to pick them up.<br/><br/><br/>Johnny was their liaison, he accompanied them in the van, downtown and into the cemetery. The van ride was ominously quite and even for a goth guy, Johnny could feel the tension. The got out and Tori, Jacob and Tina started the tour around the walled in grounds, while Fish and Simon worked on unloading the gear.<br/><br/>Fish had immediately gone through the meager tech and not to his surprise it was all pretty mundane, his own personal setup had been way more astute, but now that was all gone, in a smoldering pit that used to be the Crenshaw Manor, so he'd have to make do. Simon reached in and attempted to grab Fish's special camera that had given them so much grief in the airport. The 'dude' picked it up out of it's case and brandished it like a machine gun.  "What the fuck is this? Is it a fucking 'Proton Pack'? Huh Fish? You make a real life Ghost Buster gun?" Simon said as he waved it around haphazardly.<br/><br/>"HEY! Knock that shit off man, that thing is delicate!" Fish's face scrunched up and he angrily walked over and snatched the expirimental camera away from Simon.<br/><br/>"Shit man? Is fucking everybody in PSI an asshole? What about the dead ones, Were they assholes too?" Simon said, he had had just about enough of being treated poorly and after the ego busting van ride to the event, he wasn't about to take it off this 'Fat Ginger'.<br/><br/>"Fuck you asshole....Don't fucking mention that shit again....Do you understand? Jacob let you off light in my opinion....If you say some shit about my late friends again I am gonna bury you in one of those tombs along with the fucking ghosts!" Fish's temper started to boil, it was unlike him not to respond with humor, but since Brandi had died, something had changed inside him.<br/><br/>It was just then that Johnny lead the trio back around to the staging area, the expression on Johnny's face said that he'd heard Fish threaten Simon's life, but honestly wasn't that perturbed about it as Johnny didn't really care for Simon either. But it was still unprofessional and as a moderator, he would have to take note of it. In recognition of this fact, Johnny took time to point out the several stationary cameras located around the cemetery compound. These are logged directly into the Competition's  broadcasting board for the live webcast. "Ladies and gentleman....There will be millions of viewers logged in at any one time, they control which team the choose to watch, and of course the more evidence you find, the more exciting the broadcast will be and the more people will choose your section as their primary view. Please do your best to be on your very best behavior, and do try to keep foul language to a minimum. "