Post by TheUdjat on Feb 28, 2008 11:32:54 GMT -5
Tommy, Jeremy, Jack-
You spend the rest of the afternoon preparing for the trip to Ju-Ju House, and to the abandoned shop near it. Tommy ensures that all his notes are in line, sketching up a rough diagram of the area, and getting any other tools he thinks he might need. Jack works with Jeremy on a few boxing techniques, and the dexterous idiot proves diligent in learning, and extremely precise and literal in taking instruction – but it is still just a first lesson.
When evening begins to come, you head out for Random Court again. This time some care is taken in approaching the abandoned building – indeed, Tommy is actually able to deduce the old shop’s front on 138th St, to even further avoid being spotted – however, none of you notice any peculiar winos this time, but the reason for this remains unknown.
138th is a busier street than Ransom Court, but at this house nobody pays attention to a trio of men discreetly walking by. Tommy leads the way into a small side-alley by the abandoned building (which was apparently once a pawn shop). From there, the private investigator notices a few loose boards in a door, clearly regularly used by squatters and vagrants – just as he suspected. One by one, you proceed into the building, though Jack is forced to strain the boards to their limits.
Inside, the building is dingy, dark, and smells strongly of unwashed bodies and human waste. A rat chitters in the dark, eyes gleaming, before it skitters away warily. As your eyes adjust to the dim light (or Tommy lights up a flashlight), you can spot a figure shifting on the ground, immersed in a slew of dull, filthy blankets. A squatter, not surprisingly. He does not seem to hear you, and is perhaps too intoxicated to wake any time soon – though how he got ahold of the unlabeled bottle near his head is anybody’s guess.
The windows of the pawn shop are boarded up like the doors, but the job is not so cleanly done as to entirely obscure vision. With some searching around, a window is soon found that looks in on Ransom Court, with a clear view of the Ju-Ju House’s entrance. This will be an easy enough place for a stakeout... but hopefully you won’t have to stay long.
[As long as you are reasonably quiet, the homeless man won’t wake up. You can choose to wake him if you like, though – and Jeremy does remember seeing this man, in the past. He panhandles and occasionally hangs around outside of speakeasies for handouts, or for less scrupulous ways of earning change.
If you’re just gonna sit and watch, let me know that, too, and I’ll continue.]
Sam, Rebecca, Thurman, Joe-
After some discussion about potentially sneaking into Erica Carlyle’s party, Sam suggests he try speaking with Bradley Grey first. Joe also takes the time to add that, as a reporter trying to sneak into such events, he has noticed that most high society parties send out formal invitations. Not that one couldn’t be forged, of course, in a worst case scenario...
Still, Sam tries Bradley Grey first. He finds himself on hold for several moments while Grey’s offices locate him, but with patience and sufficient persuasion to secretaries and law clerks, Sam does eventually get through to Bradley Grey himself. The man seems a little rushed, but professional. “Hello, Mr... Samuel Gravener?” He pauses, as if to try and remember who he is. “Is there something I can help you with?”
You spend the rest of the afternoon preparing for the trip to Ju-Ju House, and to the abandoned shop near it. Tommy ensures that all his notes are in line, sketching up a rough diagram of the area, and getting any other tools he thinks he might need. Jack works with Jeremy on a few boxing techniques, and the dexterous idiot proves diligent in learning, and extremely precise and literal in taking instruction – but it is still just a first lesson.
When evening begins to come, you head out for Random Court again. This time some care is taken in approaching the abandoned building – indeed, Tommy is actually able to deduce the old shop’s front on 138th St, to even further avoid being spotted – however, none of you notice any peculiar winos this time, but the reason for this remains unknown.
138th is a busier street than Ransom Court, but at this house nobody pays attention to a trio of men discreetly walking by. Tommy leads the way into a small side-alley by the abandoned building (which was apparently once a pawn shop). From there, the private investigator notices a few loose boards in a door, clearly regularly used by squatters and vagrants – just as he suspected. One by one, you proceed into the building, though Jack is forced to strain the boards to their limits.
Inside, the building is dingy, dark, and smells strongly of unwashed bodies and human waste. A rat chitters in the dark, eyes gleaming, before it skitters away warily. As your eyes adjust to the dim light (or Tommy lights up a flashlight), you can spot a figure shifting on the ground, immersed in a slew of dull, filthy blankets. A squatter, not surprisingly. He does not seem to hear you, and is perhaps too intoxicated to wake any time soon – though how he got ahold of the unlabeled bottle near his head is anybody’s guess.
The windows of the pawn shop are boarded up like the doors, but the job is not so cleanly done as to entirely obscure vision. With some searching around, a window is soon found that looks in on Ransom Court, with a clear view of the Ju-Ju House’s entrance. This will be an easy enough place for a stakeout... but hopefully you won’t have to stay long.
[As long as you are reasonably quiet, the homeless man won’t wake up. You can choose to wake him if you like, though – and Jeremy does remember seeing this man, in the past. He panhandles and occasionally hangs around outside of speakeasies for handouts, or for less scrupulous ways of earning change.
If you’re just gonna sit and watch, let me know that, too, and I’ll continue.]
Sam, Rebecca, Thurman, Joe-
After some discussion about potentially sneaking into Erica Carlyle’s party, Sam suggests he try speaking with Bradley Grey first. Joe also takes the time to add that, as a reporter trying to sneak into such events, he has noticed that most high society parties send out formal invitations. Not that one couldn’t be forged, of course, in a worst case scenario...
Still, Sam tries Bradley Grey first. He finds himself on hold for several moments while Grey’s offices locate him, but with patience and sufficient persuasion to secretaries and law clerks, Sam does eventually get through to Bradley Grey himself. The man seems a little rushed, but professional. “Hello, Mr... Samuel Gravener?” He pauses, as if to try and remember who he is. “Is there something I can help you with?”
