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Post by Mr. Embark on Apr 22, 2009 16:34:58 GMT -5
Arriving at the base later that day Daniel heads for Headquarters and Supply Building to see what he can pick up.
"Hey there Private, I was wondering if I could get a hold of a few sleeping bags, say 5 or 6 and some lanterns. And if we can spare it maybe some cooking equipment?"
The Private looked up from his desk, putting down his pencil. "Yes sir, let me check on that for you."
I have to remember my rope and backpack at the house as well maybe even my camera for a good before and after picture, Daniel reminded himself.
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Post by Wildcat on Apr 23, 2009 7:01:16 GMT -5
With the contracts signed and the meeting concluded, Ben conferred briefly with Charles as to their respective researches - the reporter indicated that he would, upon his return to Portsmouth in the afternoon, trawl through the Gazette's archive of reports and information in an attempt to discover any facts concerning the Dubois family or their holdings.
Ben spent a leisurely late morning in the fine city of Boston taking in the sights, from the fine brownstones on Beacon Hill to the Gothic splendour of the Emmanuel Church in the Back Bay area. He spent some time there admiring the adjoining memorial chapel under construction, speculating idly on the possibility of a feature report on the medical movement founded a few years before by the rectors of the parish.
Shaking himself from his idle reverie, he hurried back to the railroad station in order to catch the next Boston & Maine locomotive to Portsmouth.
After an uneventful journey, Miller arrived back at the offices of the Gazette just before they closed for the day. He detailed to Mister Fowler the course of the earlier negotiations, then requested permission to spend a few hours that evening and the next day in perusing the Gazette archives.
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Post by Squashua on Apr 23, 2009 9:07:00 GMT -5
The Private looked up from his desk, putting down his pencil. "Yes sir, let me check on that for you." roll... roll... roll... you have no natural talent, but luck won out.The Private comes back about 15 minutes later, trailing a dolly full of supplies. "Yes sir, bedrolls, a couple tents, canteens, blankets, lamps, and additional standard outdoor camping-style gear. Please sign them out here and return them when you're done." EQUIPMENT GET!He detailed to Mister Fowler the course of the earlier negotiations, then requested permission to spend a few hours that evening and the next day in perusing the Gazette archives. Fowler looked impressed. "Good job handling the negotiations, Miller, but if you needed a lawyer with you, you should have called and I'd have commissioned one. I wonder why such a supposedly wealthy figure would be so stingy and guarded about expenses and loss. I guess that's why he's so rich, eh? Look, you're doing a story for us and our resources are open to you for it, just don't fail to deliver. You've got full archive access here, but I'm a little disappointed you didn't get to this earlier in the week, before you went to Boston." Throughout the evening and the next day, Benjamin pores through the archives and pulls out several articles of note. Additionally, he locates a copy of History of Rockingham County, 1836-1912, which apparently holds a number of references to the Dubois family. Rolls and results (if any) forthcoming via PM. And yes, I did allow for you to retroactively alter continuity... BUT YOU HAD YOUR CHANCE AND BLEW IT ON HOOKERS AND COKE!
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Post by Squashua on Apr 23, 2009 9:19:24 GMT -5
Oh, whiskey. You always did make the dreariest activities more interesting. Thursday, September 9, 1920After quite a success pulling articles from both the New Hampshire Gazette and New Hampshire Herald details in PM to Oatway, curiosity from the second article he located, about the Indian Mound found on the property, pushed Charles to check out the archeological volumes published through Miskatonic University. By early afternoon Thursday, he wasn't disappointed after eventually discovering a slim volume detailing the findings. Also according to the articles, since the early Dubois family historically held such a high stature with Exeter, the idea came to investigate volumes on the history of the town itself. Around early evening, Charles also located History of Rockingham County, 1836-1912. After immersing himself in the contents, he realized it was now late night Thursday, time had flown by, and he needed to retire for Friday morning. He'd spent a day and a half at the Boston Library, bar slipping out for a few breathers. Researching and reading at a library was hard work.
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Post by Wildcat on Apr 23, 2009 9:49:10 GMT -5
Man, you better *believe* I picked the hookers over all that. Besides, that would be cheating.
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Post by Squashua on Apr 23, 2009 10:03:08 GMT -5
Man, you better *believe* I picked the hookers over all that. Besides, that would be cheating. It wouldn't have been cheating. It would have been a reporter spending his time appropriately from the time he received his assignment up till the lawyer office. Of course, it was all dependent on what action(s) you took, and since you went with handling the lawyer office (most current action) first, we just went from there. And that's fine, you'd almost caught-up anyway. Oatway, Wildcat
Unless you pull the archives straight out from where you got them, which is probably frowned-upon in both institutions, I'm assuming you've written down or taken notes. To that end, unless you have stolen or taken something, requiring checks from me, you won't be able to outright cut-n-paste what you've received via PM. Your best bet would be to paraphrase.
In the case of the History book, either of you can take your copy (Oatway can check his out, Wildcat can probably just walk out with his) if you deem it necessary.
The time taken for the research includes reading, skimming and otherwise locating. That is why it has taken so long to do all of it. For Charles O'tway, it's late evening Thursday in Boston. For Benjamin Miller, it's still early afternoon in New Hampshire.
For everyone else, it's still any time from early afternoon Wednesday till Friday morning, depending on what you want to do.
The next step is going to be initiating Friday morning, game-time. I'll do so tomorrow if no one else has, or this evening / tonight if every outstanding action is resolved by then.
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Post by Wildcat on Apr 23, 2009 10:44:56 GMT -5
Oh I know, I just don't like retconning stuff.
Anyway, I've to head out for choir practice but I might get a post in tomorrow morning if possible (with the time zones, that should hopefully be before you post, Squashua).
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Post by Oats on Apr 23, 2009 10:48:33 GMT -5
Still slightly drunk but hiding it well, Charles frowned at his empty hipflask before returning it to his pocket.
Whispering quietly to himself "Bloody 'ell, it's almost Friday. Should check out this book."
Putting away his pens and his journal, he dog-eared the page where he had made the rough notes on the Dubois family history; dates, names, apparent causes of deaths, that sort of thing.
Wobbling a little, he carried his possesions as well as the slim archaeological volume and the History of Rockingham County up to the desk.
Taking a brief moment to compose himself, "I'd like to check out these two books, if at all possible." He was proud of himself, not slurring his speech there. He was never a bad actor, and he liked to think the whiskey added an extra layer of challenge.
If I can't take the History normally book I'll try to fast talk the lady into lending it to me, muttering something about research into the author's writing style for a biography I'm planning to write.
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Post by Squashua on Apr 23, 2009 11:13:43 GMT -5
Still slightly drunk but hiding it well, Charles frowned at his empty hipflask before returning it to his pocket. Whispering quietly to himself "Bloody 'ell, it's almost Friday. Should check out this book." Putting away his pens and his journal, he dog-eared the page where he had made the rough notes on the Dubois family history; dates, names, apparent causes of deaths, that sort of thing. Wobbling a little, he carried his possesions as well as the slim archaeological volume and the History of Rockingham County up to the desk. Taking a brief moment to compose himself, "I'd like to check out these two books, if at all possible." He was proud of himself, not slurring his speech there. He was never a bad actor, and he liked to think the whiskey added an extra layer of challenge. If I can't take the History normally book I'll try to fast talk the lady into lending it to me, muttering something about research into the author's writing style for a biography I'm planning to write. History book should be no problem; it's the report that might be. Slight penalty for drunk.Doris leaned back in her chair and pushed her horn-rimmed glasses further back. "You were in here yesterday. You know, I remembered something and went to get it out of the special collections and put it aside in case you came back. I was going to put it back this evening, but I have it in case you need to take a look." She gets up and waddles over to the bookshelf behind her, pulling out an old, slim, and slightly fraying volume, turning it over in her hands. She places it down on the counter. The Voyages and Journees of Brandon Dubois, 1842-1846. Charles's mouth hung down, a slight drool approaching the corners, but he shut it quickly before the librarian looked up at him. "It was apparently a small distribution, rare, but we managed to get a copy.", she speaks, absent-mindedly checking out the archeological report and the historical record. "You can read it here," she eyes Charles, noting his possible inebriation and sheer speechlessness and maybe rating it as a mental illness,"but we don't allow rare books out. You can't take it with you, and it needs to be back on the shelves by 9 PM." It was eight-thirty, and after a weary day and a half of reading and more reading, Charles was in no shape to do some proper rote memorization. Golden Goose in front of you, and the report and history book are yours, but you totally botched the Fast Talk to borrow that new olde thingey.
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Post by Oats on Apr 23, 2009 11:57:28 GMT -5
Graciously accepting the new book, Charles finds the nearest table and begins scribbling down notes into his journal, until he is asked to leave.
He then decides to return home, refill his flask and drink more than a little water. Before retiring for the evening, Charles sets the books into his pack, which he fills with the goods he had procured for the expedition. The bedroll would have to be strapped to the top.
The whole exercise did not remind him of happier days. As such, he decided to head to bed.
When precisely is the expedition leaving for Exeter? Midday, morning, afternoon? If it's past noon, I'd like to copy down some more of that newest book.
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Post by Squashua on Apr 23, 2009 13:10:52 GMT -5
Graciously accepting the new book, Charles finds the nearest table and begins scribbling down notes into his journal, until he is asked to leave. He doesn't get far into the strange volume when his head starts pounding from exhaustion. At least he gathers the following (paraphrased): The Voyages and Journees of Brandon Dubois
Introduction This is written by Henry Wadsworth Dubois in tribute to his younger brother, "a hale and hearty man who could never resist a challenge," and, among other things, tells of Brandon's sudden death in 1847. It mentions the book was incomplete at the time of Brandon’s death and that a limited edition of fifty copies will be printed and distributed to friends, family, and public institutions.
Foreward From here on, the book is written by Brandon, and in this section describes how he was "commissioned" by his brother to travel to Europe and beyond in search of antique furnishings, works of art, fine woods and carpets, tapestries, and anything else that would add to the value and prestige of the family home. At the same time, he hoped to find time to do some exploring and hunting.
The book goes on for a good eight more chapters, but time was up before they could even be perused, let-alone read. It was like a map to a treasure trove, and there weren't that many other copies. Charles wondered where the other 49 editions ended up. When precisely is the expedition leaving for Exeter?
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Post by Obbi on Apr 23, 2009 16:58:28 GMT -5
Roger pulled into the station, the feeling of dread already reaching him. As he climbed out of his cab, he gave a quick nod to Barney doing a check-up on his own.
"I'm back, De Palma" he yelled out to a room currently missing its taskmaster. "I got some business I need to discuss with you. I got into a deal with some goofs that involves us going out to Exeter up in Hampshire. Gonna need my cab for a good while."
Roger felt this coming as another painful moment. De Palma will most likely have some questions, and probably some Roger doesn't have an answer to. If Roger can get out with his cab one way or another without being called a crook, then it's fine. All that matters is if he can get out of here on time. There's still some people he wants to talk to.
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Post by Squashua on Apr 23, 2009 23:24:58 GMT -5
Roger felt this coming as another painful moment. De Palma will most likely have some questions, and probably some Roger doesn't have an answer to. If Roger can get out with his cab one way or another without being called a crook, then it's fine. All that matters is if he can get out of here on time. There's still some people he wants to talk to. Simka comes stumbling out of De Palma's office, her high heels clacking against the concrete floors. "You takin' the junker out for a few days then, Raj? Fine." Oh, he was in a good mood. Thank you Ms. Simka. "Just make sure you leave the client contact info with Elaine." Things were looking up.
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Post by Oats on Apr 23, 2009 23:33:05 GMT -5
Waking up early Friday morning, Charles set about making some morning tea. Irish Breakfast; if there's one thing those potatoe-fuckers got right it was their tea. If two, tea and whiskey.
Out the door slightly before six, Charles decided to swing by Boone's house and let him in on the possible trove he had found. He figured he would have time to quickly fill the lieutennant in, then swing back by his place before walking somewhat hurriedly towards the lawyer's office. If all things went to plan, he should arrive a few minutes before the meet-up.
Charles was happy. Things were looking up. He'd managed to find a golden bloody goose which had plucked, cleaned, gutted and cooked itself right before his bloody eyes. He should have to find some way to thank that library.
Knocking on Boone's door with a *rat-ta-ta-TATATA*, Charles couldn't help but feel that warm sensation he always got right before a job well done.
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Post by Squashua on Apr 24, 2009 0:16:15 GMT -5
If only he had taken time to read the rest of that book.
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Post by Oats on Apr 24, 2009 0:19:57 GMT -5
I didn't have the time!
Also, re: the other copies of the useful book thing, no rare book store would be open yet, no collector is going to give me a quarter of a chance to touch let alone steal the bloody thing. I can't get the book until after Exeter or if I miss the meeting.
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Post by Wildcat on Apr 24, 2009 7:13:57 GMT -5
Currently trying to figure out how to get my goddamn shotgun down to Boston on the overnight train brb[/color][/i][/size]
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Post by Oats on Apr 24, 2009 8:40:56 GMT -5
Realizing Boone was likely passed out from his traditional Thursday night 'confessional' at whatever bar he wouldn't be kicked out of, Charles began to scribble down a note:
Boone, You were right, as always. I did a little research, found a neat book at the library titled The Voyages and Journees of Brandon Dubois. Definitely a compelling read, and it may well be right up our alley. Rare, only 50 copies made.
Please do be a friend and see if you can't find us a copy. I'm going to try to get some other gents to look, too, but I thought you should be the first to know.
Your enternally indebted friend, Charles.
Now to get his things and head over to that meeting. Out of all of his newest cohorts, the reporter Benjamin and Slater the actor would be the likely candidates for book-hunting.
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Post by Squashua on Apr 24, 2009 8:54:44 GMT -5
the reporter Benjamin and Slater the actor would be the likely candidates for book-hunting. Elitist.
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Post by Oats on Apr 24, 2009 8:59:07 GMT -5
You're damn right my British upper crust con-artist is an elitist.
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Post by Squashua on Apr 24, 2009 9:39:46 GMT -5
Wildcat, please re-read. They are picking up Benjamin in Exeter on the way to the house. No need to hide that shotgun.
Friday, September 10, 1920 - Sometime before 7:00 AM
*PAM* *PAM*
The Ford truck backfired as it sat idling outside Edgeworth Associates, its flatbed loaded with military-grade camping supplies. David sipped from a mug of lukewarm coffee as he leaned against the rusty machine as Daniel re-checked the ropes tying his contribution down were secure. There was still quite a lot of room left.
Soon a taxicab pulled up with Roger at the wheel. Sir Henry stepped out of the back. After a bit of idle conversation, Maurice arrived in his blue sedan.
"Ah, I didn't realize everyone had a means of transportation. I'd just as soon have given you all directions and a letter. In fact," Maurice speculates, "if Charles and Benjamin can fit into the taxicab, I'll do just that." Roger nods in agreement, and Maurice pulls out a pad an starts writing on it. Meanwhile, Charles O'tway arrives walking from down the street, carrying his gear, which he puts in the back of the pickup. Roger also moves some equipment from the cab to David's truck, in order to make room.
Maurice puts the completed letter of introduction into an envelope, seals it, writes the name "Hans Weber" on it and hands it to Sir Henry. "These keys," he hands Henry a ring of over a dozen keys of varying design and manufacture, "open most doors in the house. There is no key for the main gate of the fence that surrounds the grounds. That is to be handled by Hans, who will escort you to and from the property. You are not to remove anything from the property and it is Hans' job to make sure the home remains intact. He may look over you or your vehicles if he suspects anything, and I trust him implicitly." Then he writes down directions for David and Roger, hoping they can read, and explains where to pick up Miller in Exeter. "Good luck. Safe journey." Then he leaves you to your own devices.
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The hour and a half trip to the town of Exeter proves to be spectacularly uneventful, and Miller is where Dubois said he would be.
The game is now entirely in your hands. You may interject cut scenes into the above or trigger new scenes by your actions.
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Post by Squashua on Apr 24, 2009 12:14:53 GMT -5
Additionally, Charles or Daniel may usurp Sir Henry at any time in the Maurice-established pecking order.
Do note that I left plenty of room for exposition and alteration.
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Post by Mr. Embark on Apr 24, 2009 14:44:14 GMT -5
"So David, I hope this house is a lot more exciting then the drive up, I think the sheep we saw may have a more exciting weekend if things keep up." said Daniel as he sighed, staring out the window of the Ford.
"How long do we have left till we're at this place?" Daniel stared at the people in Exeter going about their business.
Thinking back, I hope command doesn't start questioning why I checked out all of this gear.
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Post by B:L on Apr 24, 2009 15:00:51 GMT -5
(Late morning. Everyone is finishing up on the contract negotiations.)HENRY (Reaching across to shake Mr. Dubois' hand after signing the contract.) Thank you for keeping an open mind about my offer. I just want to have it on the table, and I assure you that it is quite possible for this to be a great story, and a profitable one to boot! DUBOIS (Returning the handshake firmly.) Well I do hope you are right, Sir Slater. I trust an expert like you would know what you're doing. HENRY Only a third of the time. Hah, now there are a few more questions that I would like to ask... such as what evidence you would accept as evidence of the haunting, and any documents that we can look over in regards to this case, such as blueprints to the manor in question, which should help us navigate around. Who knows, maybe the secret behind the haunting is buried within a secret room, and that would be a twist! (Henry and Dubois discuss the matter for a while before Henry takes his leave.)
Oh, before I go, we should have a chat Roger. Have you made accomodations yet for the trip? If not, then I believe that we can have a sort of arrangement, wherein you provide the travel as you are such a good driver and all, and I shall cover the room and board. If you need some time to think about it, just ring me up later and let me know. (Afternoon. After discussing the arrangements with Dubois and Roger, Henry heads off to his favorite book spots to research any interesting tidbits about Dubois and his haunted troubles. A quick montage transition until Evening, when Henry will have dinner with his sister, Allie.)HENRY Books... check it out... interesting... Necronomicon? I'll have to remember to take a look at that later. (Evening. Allie and Henry are having dinner at a restaurant.)ALLIE (NPC) No. HENRY It would help if you would be more supportive. ALLIE Henry, I only see you once in a while. I supported you through that whole court mess, and don't you forget it. This thing you're doing... can't you see that you've been stressing me out? I've been losing weight and I can't even eat when I worry about you! HENRY You look good, Allie. Where's Robert? ALLIE I look like the lost skeleton of cadavra. And Robert is on a case. He wouldn't want to see you anyways after what you did. HENRY He won't be on the case long, so he should've been here! ALLIE He wasn't the only one who didn't want to see you... how are things between you and Tara? HENRY (Taking a long sip of "grape juice".) Swell. Things are going swimmingly. Never been better! ALLIE Henry... HENRY Look, it's nothing for you to worry about. Thanks for agreeing to look over the contract for Dubois and I. That Edgeworth is a frilly snooty cheat. I have to get going, lots of packing to do. (Standing up, turning away but then looking back at Allie.) It was good seeing you again, Allie. Don't worry about your little brother, I'll be fine. I promise. (leaves) ALLIE Oh Henry, you're full of promises. I both hope that you find and don't find what you're looking for. (Finishes off Henry's "grape juice".) May God watch over you, little bro. (Late evening. Henry's loft. Henry and Ted are packing a suitcase.)HENRY Anything else you think I need? I have my disguise... can't let anyone know I'm working on this story and my trusty cane for those pesky transients. Of course I brought along necessary tools... TED I can think of something that you shouldn't bring... HENRY Look, the flask is filled with "holy water". It's necessary. And don't underestimate "Mr. E". There's bound to be a place where it'll fit in. TED I just want to wish you luck. Be sure to come back on schedule because we've got a lot of catching up to do with these appointments. HENRY (Gives Ted a hug.) You worrywart. I'm a Knight. What can possibly go wrong?
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Post by Squashua on Apr 24, 2009 15:12:28 GMT -5
"How long do we have left till we're at this place?" Daniel stared at the people in Exeter going about their business. Thinking back, I hope command doesn't start questioning why I checked out all of this gear.David concentrated on following Roger's cab while Daniel let his mind drift, idly reading the storefronts of Exeter as they flashed past outside the window. Jones Farmer's Market. J. E. Hurworth's Butchers. Huxley's Leatherworks. Clyde's Soap Shoppe. Gamble's Furniture. Exeter City Hall. The Dubois Art Museum. U. S. Post Office. Exeter Elementary School. Dubois Public Library. Doctor's Office... Dubois Art Museum? Dubois Public Library?
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Post by Squashua on Apr 24, 2009 15:36:20 GMT -5
HENRY Only a third of the time. Hah, now there are a few more questions that I would like to ask... such as what evidence you would accept as evidence of the haunting, and any documents that we can look over in regards to this case, such as blueprints to the manor in question, which should help us navigate around. Who knows, maybe the secret behind the haunting is buried within a secret room, and that would be a twist! ... ...MAURICE Maurice looks dismayed and his inexperience with this sort of matter shows. Poems and literature, he'd have no problem with. Architecture is a whole other. "I have to apologize here, Henry. The house is quite old and was built through my great-great-grandfather. I don't know where I would have an architectural diagram, or where to find it, if I did. At best, all the documents I know of the house would be inside the house. I know I don't have any with my lawyer. Regarding evidence of the haunt, let's agree to discuss it on Monday when I see you."
HENRY Oh, before I go, we should have a chat Roger. Have you made accomodations yet for the trip? If not, then I believe that we can have a sort of arrangement, wherein you provide the travel as you are such a good driver and all, and I shall cover the room and board. Obbi should address this at his leisure, currently assuming camping out our sleeping in the house itself, but see below...(Afternoon. After discussing the arrangements with Dubois and Roger, Henry heads off to his favorite book spots to research any interesting tidbits about Dubois and his haunted troubles. HENRY Books... check it out... interesting... Necronomicon? I'll have to remember to take a look at that later. No.Nothing of any interest can be found in a couple private collections before boredom and disinterest sets in. A couple chats with acquaintances does reveal Dubois has maintained his haunted mansion stance for years when pressed to reveal it. He does come from a wealthy New Hampshire family, but he is apparently the last of his line. (Evening. Allie and Henry are having dinner at a restaurant.)... HENRY Look, it's nothing for you to worry about. Thanks for agreeing to look over the contract for Dubois and I. That Edgeworth is a frilly snooty cheat. ALLIE (NPC) You're a lucky one, brother. You, Charles and that sharp-eyed reporter apparently caught all of the discrepancies I'd have spotted on this piece of tripe. This Dubois would have cheated you all out of a lot of money. That is, assuming the mansion is worth anything. I'd consider taking an appraiser along. (Late evening. Henry's loft. Henry and Ted are packing a suitcase.)HENRY Anything else you think I need? TED I took the liberty of calling ahead and arranging a couple of rooms at the Squamscott Hotel in Exeter for the weekend, just in case. I put them under my name, but you're eating the bill as usual.
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Post by Mr. Embark on Apr 24, 2009 15:51:09 GMT -5
Quickly shaking out of his thoughts Daniel Notices the buildings with Mr. Dubios name on it.
Still staring out of the window Daniel questions David "Well now, What do you make of that? Mr. Dubios never mentioned he owned anything besides the house here, maybe someone around town could tell us a bit more about the place before we head up?"
Daniel looks up ahead at the Cab hoping they noticed the same, pondering if the others wouldn't mind a stop.
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Post by Squashua on Apr 24, 2009 15:58:28 GMT -5
Daniel looks up ahead at the Cab hoping they noticed the same, pondering if the others wouldn't mind a stop. Roger kept his hands on the wheel and concentrated on the road, trying to figure out what street was Hamilton, off Main, which was where Miller was supposed to be waiting for them. Charles and Henry, ever on the lookout, peered out their respective windows. "Oh hey, Dubois Art Museum," announced Henry. "I wonder if Maurice owns haunted paintings too." As always, any successful skill checks are noted on your character sheets with a *
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Post by durax on Apr 24, 2009 16:18:50 GMT -5
David stopped humming tunelessly as Daniel's questions registered.
"Good idea. It would certainly be nice to see something besides the varied amounts of jack, diddly and squat we've been passing by."
With that he honked his horn, waved his left hand ostentatiously out the window and pulled the truck over to the side of the road.
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Post by B:L on Apr 24, 2009 18:15:42 GMT -5
TED I took the liberty of calling ahead and arranging a couple of rooms at the Squamscott Hotel in Exeter for the weekend, just in case. I put them under my name, but you're eating the bill as usual. HENRY Oh thanks, Ted. When have I ever left you hanging? TED The time that we got drunk and I slipped and fell off the balcony, hanging onto the ledge for my dear life while you were laughing? HENRY Well it was funny and I did eventually pull you back up. Thanks for the room, I'll make sure Roger and my other companions know. (They roll to the house around 7 or 8. Henry remarks to the cabbie Rogers about a smell.)HENRY Oh hey, Dubois Art Museum. I wonder if Maurice owns haunted paintings too. I believe we have the time to pull over and check it out, as we are not yet fashionably late.
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