IllFated was thinking is was about time he did something with his money as he sat at the dice table deep into a long intense game. A few more games were played and Ill reached into his pockets to find he was broke and tossed out in the streets by the casinos security. Good for him he invested his winnings in the Market Place and kept a nice hefty stash in his bank, he was out of cash just for the moment. As he brushed himself off from being handled out of the building he figured he would walk down to the bank as it wasnt open and the walk should make up the difference in time.

Walking down the streets toward a bank he was thinking how bad dice was and came up with an idea. he kept going when he seen an old Mom and Pops store was up for sale that would work perfect as the start of his new non profit organization. Lucky for him it was part of his collection route so it shouldnt be a problem convincing the owners to sell at Ill's price. He kept on his way to the bank and arrived ten minutes after it had opened. Ill entered walked over to the counter grabbed a withdraw slip and began filling it out. Once he was done he put the pen down than got in line waiting to make his withdraw. He spoke to the teller got his money and headed off.

He made his way to the property making an offer they couldnt refuse, twenty minutes later Ill was leaving with a signed over Deed to his new building. First thing he did was call his uncle to remodel than once that was done he went to the streets of Philly to make it public.

"Hello fellow members of the community. I have come here today to talk about an epidemic that is burning through these 6 cities." he paused for a second than continued "Dice. It's a problem for a lot, me being one. I have lost everything time and time again to the dealer." he snarled "It's been rough trying to kick the habit and I know Im not by myself, that is why I came out here today. I have opened the first of many which I plan on opening, Dicers Anonymous. This will be a place where fellow dicers can come to and talk about there problems and tell their stories. Now Im not guaranteeing that it will fix your addiction but it will be a place where others share your problem and a place to talk. Now the DA will be open 24 hours a day for those late nights you make that bad decision. We will not discriminate no money necessary this is just a place to talk about the problems that being a dicer brings."

Ill nodded to the crowd and headed back to Old City District to see who the first addict to enter his new non profit organization for help.

TheLoneWolf was walking through the streets, he wanted to buy a new sofa so he was checking some furniture shops, he happened to be in Old City, Philadelphia for some work when he saw that building with DA sign on it. He have never seen that building there before so he thought he can walk in and check it out.

TLWolf walked into the DA building and started reading some posters on the walls to his right and left and he now understands what is it all about. He can't remember playing dice before, maybe once or twice on a random bases, he is not a gambler by nature and so he tries to avoid gambling by all means. But he knows that addicted gamblers would have a lot of troubles specially when they keep losing for a while.

He reaches to his wallet and takes 100 dollars and puts it in a small donation box that was there on the reception desk and leaves away.

Misti walks into his buddy's new Meeting place.

"Ill - I had no idea!!"

While Misti knew he didn't have a dice problem per se - He always liked to listen to the stories of others.  He takes a seat in the circle of chairs...

Looking up at the building in front of him, Chronic couldn't believe it had got this bad. 
He wasn't an addict, surely...? Just a chancer...? An opportunist...? 
... A broke opportunist. A poor, lifeless chancer.
... An addict.

It was time to kick the habit - properly! Chronic didn't know the root of his problem, and he definitely didn't know the solution. But he heard of a place which might make it all a little easier for him - Dicers Anonymous.

He pushed the door gently and slid into the building. Everything about him at the moment was so out-of-character. Usually, he was so confident. The door would have swung open with the hinges straining and creaking. Not today - Chronic was drained and ashamed. Despite so much warning and having lost so much in the past, Chronic still found himself returning to the Devil's game time-and-time again. He didn't like the idea of sitting amongst others admitting his failings or bad judgement but.. anything was better than sitting in the company of House.

There were a few faces already in the room he found himself in... He was told IllFated would be around and he guessed there would be others with the same problem as him but seeing their faces looking up at him as he entered threw him a little. Unsure on what to do or say, he just nods and starts to head over to the ring of chairs.

Taking a seat alone, as far from anyone as possible, he looked around. Nerves were something Chronic was definitely not used to - and he certainly wasn't comfortable feeling them! He sat in silence, looking at the wall in front of him, unsure on whether he should begin speaking... or wait for others to.

Not a sound was heard amongst the group. The silence was killing Chronic and before he could stop himself, he burst into speech,

"My err...."

He stopped briefly, looking around hoping no one would notice he'd started to speak -- but they had,

"My name's Chronic."

He'd hoped that was enough, but he came to the realisation he had the desire to continue,

"This is really strange for me."

He looked around at the eyes that lay on him. He had their undivided attention. Every ache and pain that came from his unhealthy vice could finally be shared and he couldn't muster the words. These were people that would surely understand but he still stuttered and stumbled.

"I keep playing dice... And... Yeah... Well, it's really bad. I can't take much more."

Chronic's eyes looked down at the ground, then scanned the room. Glancing quickly back at the floor in a poor attempt to shake his audiences attention, he looks up at the man he understood to be IllFated.

As they leave the casino he is visibly upset and yelling at his guard FatalityIsAFatty, while his guard just has his head down and walking towards the awaiting vehicle. Obviously having a substantial loss inside at the casino, but at what game?  The guard holds the door open as he gets in he yells again, "GET IN THE PASSENGER SEAT I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU!" His guard walks around the car and gets into the back passenger seat with him as he starts to yell at him again and throws stuff at him.  The car begins to speed off as he starts thinking to himself what he is going to do after the recent loss at Dice, and the biggest to blame being his guard for not keeping track of his spending on Dice.  He looks outside the window after growing tired of screaming at his guard, thinking of just how beautiful it is outside and the money he lost at dice he could have spent on building a park or maybe cookies.  Yes cookies he thought delicious, soft, and tasty cookies. As the car speeds down the street he passes by a building that has an image of Dice on the window and says:

Have a problem?

Need help?

Losing money?

Guards can't keep track of your spending?

Dicers Anonymous is here to help come in!

He orders the driver to turn around and pull up to the establishment, looking around cautiously to make sure AliceLombardi or Adorkable are not around.  Slipping out the car fast and pushing his senior guard in front of him through the front door of the establishment, as they enter they see a young lady at the front to gladly welcome them. He walks to the front desk still cautiously looking around seeing several doors and hearing groups of people talking, all light mumbles as it being difficult to hear them.  He sees Chronic for a brief moment entering a room so he quickly turns away to not be seen by Chronic.  Turning back to the lady he speaks softly to her in order to not be heard:

I have a dice problem and I cannot seem to quit, my guard needs help to for being a poor guard of giving me an idea of when I was in to deep.

The lady kindly smiles and stands up gesturing him towards a door and above it says "One on One sessions".  She opens the door and a comfortable chair that can be laid back in rests inside with a stool next to it, she gestures for him to enter but requires that his guard waits outside of which he acknowledges.  He steps in and lays back on the chair as he is told a Dicing doctor will be in shortly to speak with him and help him with his problems.  The male walks in and takes a seat at the stool and Cookie began to speak...

I have a dice problem and I need help!

IllFated snuck into the room trying not to be noticed. Immediately he walked over to the receptionist and collected the money that TheLoneWolf left behind than quickly shoved it into his back pocket.

"Thanks TheLoneWolf I will put that money to good use on the dice tabl.." he stopped his sentence short and tried again. "As I was saying Dicers Anonymous will use that money for upgrades, much appreciated!"

Walking over to the table Ill nodded to Misti than sat down as Chronic began speaking. He listened carefully to what the addict was saying.

"I can tell you from experience it doesn't get any easier Chronic!" Ill said "Truth be told I was cleaned out by the damn dice dealer just a few hours ago." He looked back and forth than lowered his voice before saying "That was strictly between us. Yeah that's right, anything said here stays here." than he mumbled "I don't need SiriusBlack finding out I have been gambling again."

Ill than noticed Cookie_Monster head to the back to a waiting room to see a doctor. Knowing this ins and outs of the program you had to be in bad shape to see a doctor. He got up and walked to the back to show his support. He opened the door stuck his head in and said.

"Hey Cookie, I'm not the doctor he will be in shortly. I just wanted to make sure you know there is a more intense group therapy back in Philly if you are really hurting, I personally spend a lot of time there."