Post by TheUdjat on May 5, 2008 8:54:18 GMT -5
Thurman, Rebecca, Sam, Tommy-
After some deliberation, the plan is set – Thurman and Rebecca will head to London through public routes, travelling by passenger liner, and Sammy and Tommy will take the more discreet route by hitching a ride on a freighter. Certain details are set up. When the details are settled, you all adjourn your last meeting in New York, due to meet up in the largest city in the world in several days. Then you each step out of Sam’s office, spending one final night before your departure.
[This is where you tell me any final things you guys want to do before leaving New York. Some particulars:
1. Erica Carlyle. She will call early Monday, willing to sell the books. You can assume Sam will be able to find away to pass this on to the scholars if necessary. You can freely pick them up before the trip, if desired. Their prices are as follows:
The Pnakotic Manuscripts: $100.00
Selections de Livre D’Ivon: $200.00
People of the Monolith: $50.00
Life as a God: $100.00
For all 4: $450.00 (about the cost of college tuition for a semester)
2. Jonah Kensington. Does Sam wish to speak to him before departing?
3. Equipment. Anyone wish to purchase new stuff for their trip? I will soon need a list of stuff packed, including money on hand, so start thinking about that.
Tickets for the trip are as follows:
Thurman/Rebecca: $120.00 each
Sam/Tommy: $40.00 each
Please keep track of money spent from your banked cash (I know for Tommy that’s basically 0, but still keep track of expenditures).]
Monday, January 19th, 1925
Sunday's chill rain gives way to a cold a grim Monday, overcast but dry. It is a day for heavy wool coats and gloves, the wind merciless throughout.
Sam, Tommy-
When all preparations are finished, the two groups head off to the docks. As coincidence would have it, both pairs are due for evening departures.
Sam and Tommy head to the workers’ docks, where the last cargo is being loaded onto the freighter. The captain, a gruff, lean American who habitually smokes, only seems mildly surprised to see that you’ve actually shown up. “Only two tickets, now?” he says more than asks, seeming to care little either way. The two of you are extra money, so it’s not like he can complain.
While the man gets ready to take your money, other figures move out of the darkness around the docks. The captain blinks in surprise, and you turn, fearing the worst... but the men that emerge from the shadows aren’t cultists.
They’re cops.
Lt. Martin Poole stands at the forefront of the group, a hand dangerously close to his revolver. He looks more haggard than you remember – dead tired, in fact, and he sports a little cut over one eye. He doesn’t look happy at all.
“Sam Gravener,” he rumbles. “And Tommy Cannon.” He looks you over, frowning deeply, as several other officers move in a loose semi-circle around the scene. Most are out of uniform, but a couple are dressed in their typical blues. All of them watch warily, tense and ready to act.
Lt. Poole looks at the captain. “I’m afraid we’ll need to delay your boat, captain. I need to have a little chat with these gentlemen.” He turns his gaze on Tommy first, then Sam. “I’ve got some questions.”
He pauses a moment, perhaps allowing you to try and explain the situation before he launches into his questions.
Rebecca, Thurman-
You head to the passenger liner, easily blending in with the other well-to-do couples also looking to depart from New York. You have your tickets in one hand, luggage in the other, and all seems well – until you spy a uniformed police officer checking the tickets as passengers file onto the boat.
But this isn’t unusual. Sometimes the police check the docks, for whatever reason, and you try to relax. There is no reason for alarm – the police didn’t ask you to stay in town, and you’re leaving in the open.
Then a firm hand falls on Thurman’s shoulder, and you suddenly realize that in the cluster of people heading onto the boat, two of them have moved to either side of your pair – one beside Thurman, one beside Rebecca. Turning to the man beside him, Dr. Osgood spies the flash of a badge in one hand. The police.
The man doesn’t seem particularly hostile, though his eyes are stern and brook no argument. He guides the two of you out of line. “Miss Devereux, Dr. Osgood. I regret to inform you that I need to delay your travel plans.” He frowns a little. “I’m surprised, actually. Not even staying around a day or two for Joe Robinson’s funeral? After all, you were there for Jackson Elias.”
He gives you both a knowing look.
List of clues
After some deliberation, the plan is set – Thurman and Rebecca will head to London through public routes, travelling by passenger liner, and Sammy and Tommy will take the more discreet route by hitching a ride on a freighter. Certain details are set up. When the details are settled, you all adjourn your last meeting in New York, due to meet up in the largest city in the world in several days. Then you each step out of Sam’s office, spending one final night before your departure.
[This is where you tell me any final things you guys want to do before leaving New York. Some particulars:
1. Erica Carlyle. She will call early Monday, willing to sell the books. You can assume Sam will be able to find away to pass this on to the scholars if necessary. You can freely pick them up before the trip, if desired. Their prices are as follows:
The Pnakotic Manuscripts: $100.00
Selections de Livre D’Ivon: $200.00
People of the Monolith: $50.00
Life as a God: $100.00
For all 4: $450.00 (about the cost of college tuition for a semester)
2. Jonah Kensington. Does Sam wish to speak to him before departing?
3. Equipment. Anyone wish to purchase new stuff for their trip? I will soon need a list of stuff packed, including money on hand, so start thinking about that.
Tickets for the trip are as follows:
Thurman/Rebecca: $120.00 each
Sam/Tommy: $40.00 each
Please keep track of money spent from your banked cash (I know for Tommy that’s basically 0, but still keep track of expenditures).]
Monday, January 19th, 1925
Sunday's chill rain gives way to a cold a grim Monday, overcast but dry. It is a day for heavy wool coats and gloves, the wind merciless throughout.
Sam, Tommy-
When all preparations are finished, the two groups head off to the docks. As coincidence would have it, both pairs are due for evening departures.
Sam and Tommy head to the workers’ docks, where the last cargo is being loaded onto the freighter. The captain, a gruff, lean American who habitually smokes, only seems mildly surprised to see that you’ve actually shown up. “Only two tickets, now?” he says more than asks, seeming to care little either way. The two of you are extra money, so it’s not like he can complain.
While the man gets ready to take your money, other figures move out of the darkness around the docks. The captain blinks in surprise, and you turn, fearing the worst... but the men that emerge from the shadows aren’t cultists.
They’re cops.
Lt. Martin Poole stands at the forefront of the group, a hand dangerously close to his revolver. He looks more haggard than you remember – dead tired, in fact, and he sports a little cut over one eye. He doesn’t look happy at all.
“Sam Gravener,” he rumbles. “And Tommy Cannon.” He looks you over, frowning deeply, as several other officers move in a loose semi-circle around the scene. Most are out of uniform, but a couple are dressed in their typical blues. All of them watch warily, tense and ready to act.
Lt. Poole looks at the captain. “I’m afraid we’ll need to delay your boat, captain. I need to have a little chat with these gentlemen.” He turns his gaze on Tommy first, then Sam. “I’ve got some questions.”
He pauses a moment, perhaps allowing you to try and explain the situation before he launches into his questions.
Rebecca, Thurman-
You head to the passenger liner, easily blending in with the other well-to-do couples also looking to depart from New York. You have your tickets in one hand, luggage in the other, and all seems well – until you spy a uniformed police officer checking the tickets as passengers file onto the boat.
But this isn’t unusual. Sometimes the police check the docks, for whatever reason, and you try to relax. There is no reason for alarm – the police didn’t ask you to stay in town, and you’re leaving in the open.
Then a firm hand falls on Thurman’s shoulder, and you suddenly realize that in the cluster of people heading onto the boat, two of them have moved to either side of your pair – one beside Thurman, one beside Rebecca. Turning to the man beside him, Dr. Osgood spies the flash of a badge in one hand. The police.
The man doesn’t seem particularly hostile, though his eyes are stern and brook no argument. He guides the two of you out of line. “Miss Devereux, Dr. Osgood. I regret to inform you that I need to delay your travel plans.” He frowns a little. “I’m surprised, actually. Not even staying around a day or two for Joe Robinson’s funeral? After all, you were there for Jackson Elias.”
He gives you both a knowing look.
List of clues
