Post by TheUdjat on Mar 6, 2008 11:14:26 GMT -5
Tommy, Jeremy, Jack-
[Nobody stated otherwise, so I’ll go with Tommy’s approach: knocking on the door.]
Deciding that the time is now or never, you head out of the abandoned pawn shop and into Ransom Court. Not wishing to risk angering Ju-Ju House’s inhabitants by sneaking in, Tommy plans on a more direct, hopefully courteous response.
By this hour, the strangers entering the shop have stopped arriving, leaving the whole court conspicuously empty and quiet. No lights shine from within Ju-Ju House, as if the place were truly shut down for the night – but of course you know better than that. The building must be teeming with people.
Readying yourselves for the worst, Tommy knocks on the door. After several moments, it becomes quite clear that there is no response. Knocking again, you discover the same thing – it is as if there is nobody within. Listening at the door, you can’t even detect movement from within.
However, if you try the door, you see that it is unlocked.
Sam, Rebecca, Thurman, Joe-
Erica seems perceptive enough to see the wary glances at the man behind her. She gives a slight smile. “Don’t mind Mr. Corey. He just likes to be around whenever I’m meeting new people for the first time. It’s nothing to do with you.”
She handles introductions respectfully and calmly, keen eyes catching details you can only fathom. She certainly seems intelligent as well as lovely. When Sam urges her to start, she frowns thoughtfully. “Very well. Let us talk about your reason for being here – Mr. Jackson Elias. I did not recognize the name when I first heard it, but after some discussion with Mr. Grey, I was reminded that he asked for an interview with me some time ago – about the Carlyle Expedition. I denied to meet with him, as I usually do when people want to talk about my late brother, but it would seem he continued his investigation. I’m sorry to hear he met such a horrible end.”
“I don’t know what your friend was researching, Mr. Gravener, but I suspect it must go beyond my own findings. You spoke of primitive cults and archeological findings to Mr. Grey, but I don’t see how this relates. The Carlyle Expedition made digs in Egypt, and vacationed in Kenya, where they were killed. Are you sure this isn’t superstitious nonsense and fanciful conjectures? I am not trying to be impolite, Mr. Gravener, just practical. My brother’s death was a gristly affair, but it is long settled. What would make your friend think otherwise?”
She shrugs lightly. “It’s entirely possible that his murder had to do with another matter, isn’t it? I asked the police about Mr. Elias’s death, and they mentioned that it was one of a string of such deaths. Could it be that Mr. Elias was involved in other, more dangerous matters? Surely such an author would have old, bitter enemies.”
[Nobody stated otherwise, so I’ll go with Tommy’s approach: knocking on the door.]
Deciding that the time is now or never, you head out of the abandoned pawn shop and into Ransom Court. Not wishing to risk angering Ju-Ju House’s inhabitants by sneaking in, Tommy plans on a more direct, hopefully courteous response.
By this hour, the strangers entering the shop have stopped arriving, leaving the whole court conspicuously empty and quiet. No lights shine from within Ju-Ju House, as if the place were truly shut down for the night – but of course you know better than that. The building must be teeming with people.
Readying yourselves for the worst, Tommy knocks on the door. After several moments, it becomes quite clear that there is no response. Knocking again, you discover the same thing – it is as if there is nobody within. Listening at the door, you can’t even detect movement from within.
However, if you try the door, you see that it is unlocked.
Sam, Rebecca, Thurman, Joe-
Erica seems perceptive enough to see the wary glances at the man behind her. She gives a slight smile. “Don’t mind Mr. Corey. He just likes to be around whenever I’m meeting new people for the first time. It’s nothing to do with you.”
She handles introductions respectfully and calmly, keen eyes catching details you can only fathom. She certainly seems intelligent as well as lovely. When Sam urges her to start, she frowns thoughtfully. “Very well. Let us talk about your reason for being here – Mr. Jackson Elias. I did not recognize the name when I first heard it, but after some discussion with Mr. Grey, I was reminded that he asked for an interview with me some time ago – about the Carlyle Expedition. I denied to meet with him, as I usually do when people want to talk about my late brother, but it would seem he continued his investigation. I’m sorry to hear he met such a horrible end.”
“I don’t know what your friend was researching, Mr. Gravener, but I suspect it must go beyond my own findings. You spoke of primitive cults and archeological findings to Mr. Grey, but I don’t see how this relates. The Carlyle Expedition made digs in Egypt, and vacationed in Kenya, where they were killed. Are you sure this isn’t superstitious nonsense and fanciful conjectures? I am not trying to be impolite, Mr. Gravener, just practical. My brother’s death was a gristly affair, but it is long settled. What would make your friend think otherwise?”
She shrugs lightly. “It’s entirely possible that his murder had to do with another matter, isn’t it? I asked the police about Mr. Elias’s death, and they mentioned that it was one of a string of such deaths. Could it be that Mr. Elias was involved in other, more dangerous matters? Surely such an author would have old, bitter enemies.”
Japic made the point I was going to, though, that of the surviving member]