Post by TheUdjat on Apr 16, 2008 9:47:33 GMT -5
Jeremy-
[3 sanity loss for your failure.]
The priest tries a couple more times to pry information out of you, but it becomes clear that you will only keep babbling. The man growls and looks over at one of the others, shouting something in an unfamiliar language, pointing at you. He then kicks you in the ribs, mercilessly, and begins to walk away, gesturing at the crate.
His intent is clear. Two burly Africans move in to grab you, dragging you and stashing you back inside the crate. It seems they have given up trying to get information from you.
What they will do with you now can only be imagined...
[You may want to get started on a back-up character.]
Thurman, Rebecca-
Discussing what to do about Jeremy and Joe’s absence, Thurman suggests searching the nearby poorhouses and looking for this ‘Susan’. Rebecca volunteers to accompany Dr. Osgood, though Tommy is noticeably less enthusiastic about the idea. Perhaps the fear of being attacked is beginning to wear on the investigator.
The pair begin their investigation by phoning some of the local poorhouses and homeless shelters, hoping to find someone named Susan. They start with the places closest to where Jeremy was first met – near the hotel where Jackson Elias was killed. [Various rolls.] Eventually Thurman has something of a breakthrough with someone on the other line.
“Susan? No, we don’t have a Susan here... Oh, but there is that one young lady, she comes by here so much she might as well work here. Was her name Susan?” The man on the other line goes on to describe the young woman – who is of course unfamiliar – and her meetings with one of the local homeless men, and young man who perfectly matches Jeremy’s description. “She was here just this morning, in fact, visiting with her friend and some other big fellow,” the man finishes. “But I think she left when the they ran off – strange, that – and I haven’t seen her since.”
There is a thoughtful pause. “I wonder if this has anything to do with those police sirens we heard. Oh dear me, I hope something hasn’t happened...”
This is surely the best chance you’ll have to find Jeremy and Joe.
By car or taxi you make your way down to the poorhouse, there to look for clues about what happened to Jeremy, Joe, or Susan. The social worker can be found, who will clearly enough point out the direction the two men ran in. [Let me know if you have any other questions for the man.] You head off in that direction, armed and ready for trouble, looking for clues as to Jeremy and Joe’s whereabouts.
You don’t have to search for long.
A few blocks away from the poorhouse, in one of the emptier, industrial sections of town, a cluster of police cars huddle around a dark, narrow alley. Several of the officers in the area are uniformed, but a couple are clearly detectives – and by their grim faces, they are surely looking at a violent scene.
In one of the police cars, a young woman sits, hugging herself, eyes wide and staring at the ground. She doesn’t appear to be there against her will, so it is unlikely that she’s being arrested. A witness? Could this be Susan?
[Neither of you were at Room 410 when the police showed up, so none of you will recognize Lt. Poole – and neither will he recognize you.]
There are a couple passersby besides you who seem curious about what was transpired, but the police are diligent about keeping them back. Still, from your vantage point, you can make out a body lying in the alley, hidden from obvious detection.
It is a body—a large body—lying in a thick pool of blood. The man’s intestines have been ripped out and strewn across the alley floor, his throat cleanly slashed, and a crude symbol has been marked into his head. But despite all of that, you’d recognize the man in an instant: it’s Jackhammer Joe.
He still has brass knuckles on one hand. Apparently he went down fighting.
But there is no sign of Jeremy, dead or otherwise. Still, it is hard to notice much more while being kept from the crime scene itself.
Sam, Tommy-
Deciding to leave the matter of finding Jeremy to the others, you turn your attention to Erica Carlyle’s books, and the possibility of securing a reference to look at Dr. Huston’s personal files. Phoning in advance of a visit, Erica Carlyle is happy to speak with you.
When Sam broaches the notion of buying the old books, she hums thoughtfully. “I will confess, I have no great attachment to those books. Still, you must forgive me, it would be foolish to begin making arrangements without having an idea of their worth. I will schedule to have an expert come by and appraise them, but after that, you are welcome to buy them if you like.”
“Assuming you can afford them, of course.”
When you mention a contact of Dr. Huston’s, Erica seems less optimistic. “It may take me some time to track someone down, assuming they are even agreeable to the plan. It is terribly unethical, you understand... but if this hunch is like your hunch about the books, as you say it was... well, I can understand your interest. I’ll see what I can do.”
[Let me know if you’d like to ask her anything else.]
[3 sanity loss for your failure.]
The priest tries a couple more times to pry information out of you, but it becomes clear that you will only keep babbling. The man growls and looks over at one of the others, shouting something in an unfamiliar language, pointing at you. He then kicks you in the ribs, mercilessly, and begins to walk away, gesturing at the crate.
His intent is clear. Two burly Africans move in to grab you, dragging you and stashing you back inside the crate. It seems they have given up trying to get information from you.
What they will do with you now can only be imagined...
[You may want to get started on a back-up character.]
Thurman, Rebecca-
Discussing what to do about Jeremy and Joe’s absence, Thurman suggests searching the nearby poorhouses and looking for this ‘Susan’. Rebecca volunteers to accompany Dr. Osgood, though Tommy is noticeably less enthusiastic about the idea. Perhaps the fear of being attacked is beginning to wear on the investigator.
The pair begin their investigation by phoning some of the local poorhouses and homeless shelters, hoping to find someone named Susan. They start with the places closest to where Jeremy was first met – near the hotel where Jackson Elias was killed. [Various rolls.] Eventually Thurman has something of a breakthrough with someone on the other line.
“Susan? No, we don’t have a Susan here... Oh, but there is that one young lady, she comes by here so much she might as well work here. Was her name Susan?” The man on the other line goes on to describe the young woman – who is of course unfamiliar – and her meetings with one of the local homeless men, and young man who perfectly matches Jeremy’s description. “She was here just this morning, in fact, visiting with her friend and some other big fellow,” the man finishes. “But I think she left when the they ran off – strange, that – and I haven’t seen her since.”
There is a thoughtful pause. “I wonder if this has anything to do with those police sirens we heard. Oh dear me, I hope something hasn’t happened...”
This is surely the best chance you’ll have to find Jeremy and Joe.
By car or taxi you make your way down to the poorhouse, there to look for clues about what happened to Jeremy, Joe, or Susan. The social worker can be found, who will clearly enough point out the direction the two men ran in. [Let me know if you have any other questions for the man.] You head off in that direction, armed and ready for trouble, looking for clues as to Jeremy and Joe’s whereabouts.
You don’t have to search for long.
A few blocks away from the poorhouse, in one of the emptier, industrial sections of town, a cluster of police cars huddle around a dark, narrow alley. Several of the officers in the area are uniformed, but a couple are clearly detectives – and by their grim faces, they are surely looking at a violent scene.
In one of the police cars, a young woman sits, hugging herself, eyes wide and staring at the ground. She doesn’t appear to be there against her will, so it is unlikely that she’s being arrested. A witness? Could this be Susan?
[Neither of you were at Room 410 when the police showed up, so none of you will recognize Lt. Poole – and neither will he recognize you.]
There are a couple passersby besides you who seem curious about what was transpired, but the police are diligent about keeping them back. Still, from your vantage point, you can make out a body lying in the alley, hidden from obvious detection.
It is a body—a large body—lying in a thick pool of blood. The man’s intestines have been ripped out and strewn across the alley floor, his throat cleanly slashed, and a crude symbol has been marked into his head. But despite all of that, you’d recognize the man in an instant: it’s Jackhammer Joe.
He still has brass knuckles on one hand. Apparently he went down fighting.
But there is no sign of Jeremy, dead or otherwise. Still, it is hard to notice much more while being kept from the crime scene itself.
Sam, Tommy-
Deciding to leave the matter of finding Jeremy to the others, you turn your attention to Erica Carlyle’s books, and the possibility of securing a reference to look at Dr. Huston’s personal files. Phoning in advance of a visit, Erica Carlyle is happy to speak with you.
When Sam broaches the notion of buying the old books, she hums thoughtfully. “I will confess, I have no great attachment to those books. Still, you must forgive me, it would be foolish to begin making arrangements without having an idea of their worth. I will schedule to have an expert come by and appraise them, but after that, you are welcome to buy them if you like.”
“Assuming you can afford them, of course.”
When you mention a contact of Dr. Huston’s, Erica seems less optimistic. “It may take me some time to track someone down, assuming they are even agreeable to the plan. It is terribly unethical, you understand... but if this hunch is like your hunch about the books, as you say it was... well, I can understand your interest. I’ll see what I can do.”
[Let me know if you’d like to ask her anything else.]
