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Post by durax on Apr 18, 2009 20:37:12 GMT -5
David hesitantly signed the papers in front of him.
He had been surprised when he had first heard of the house being haunted and while he remained skeptical he figured this would at least provide an opportunity to travel and see more of the country.
He wasn't sure how they were supposed to prove the house was haunted in the first place, and subsequently prove that they had made it beat feet (Daniel had used the word "Exercise", but he had never heard it used that way before.). But he seemed to be surrounded by people who seemed confident, so he would go along with it.
He made up his mind then and there to try and find out as much as he could about Ghosts. I mean, maybe, just maybe it really was haunted...
David is going to be eavesdropping as much as he possibly can.
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Post by Squashua on Apr 20, 2009 23:49:28 GMT -5
- - - - Note: Posts by me containing quotes from multiple posters will attempt to put the quotes in chronological order. (Daniel had used the word "Exercise", but he had never heard it used that way before.). But he seemed to be surrounded by people who seemed confident, so he would go along with it. He made up his mind then and there to try and find out as much as he could about Ghosts. I mean, maybe, just maybe it really was haunted... HENRY
(Scratches his chin as if something just came to his attention.)
Before I forget, Mr. Dubois, the reason I decided to join this
venture was to seek some inspiration. It would be very much
appreciated if I could have the rights to the story and events
that may occur. Of course, all names would be changed to
protect your privacy. Think of the possibilities that an
like this can bring to the mediums. What do you say? Dubois looks puzzled. "You mean a radio show, play or movie? That would be interesting, but I would much rather promote the absence of event than create a spectacle. I must get Edgeworth back in here to hash out the details. Obviously, Mr. Miller over there would have to be able to publish his article without restraint, but beyond that, I wouldn't personally know. Honestly, I'm more concerned with selling the place, but if there is money to be made here, I'd at least be interested in working with someone like yourself who knows some of the ins and outs of the entertainment business. We should sit down late today or tomorrow with our lawyers and figure things out. That is, if there is a story to tell." "In either case, we'll hash out the rights on a separate document; the one you have in front of you is regarding the exorcism and the event itself and is otherwise unrelated." Dubious looks back, "Yes"Daniel stares at him for a moment longer. "I'm just wondering when we'll get to the meat and potatoes of this little adventure and if we should expect anymore misinformation or lack thereof." Dubois lowers his eyebrows at the accusation. "I'll have you know that Edgeworth was looking out for my interests in drafting that document. I'm having several people that I just met stay over a weekend in my family home without supervision, to track down or at least disprove the existence of a haunting. A home filled with precious heirlooms and objets d'art that would fetch a high market value, not to mention the home itself. I can't have any harm come to the place through excessive manhandling, and I won't be held responsible for damages caused thusly. I'm certain you understand sir that I want your experience to be taken seriously. Ever since we had our discussion at the party, I've been most anticipating this event, no so much that I will be there myself, but to actually be able to proceed ahead with my life and to walk away from this anchor that has been trailing behind me." "It has turned from a mild want to a need for you men to go and take a stern look at my place and to disprove the rumors of it being haunted, or to otherwise find some way to rationalize a spectacle of an exorcism, such that media attention would be paid to it and word would fast travel regarding my now cleansed asset." "Regarding the when and the where, as we discussed at the party last weekend, we would all meet downstairs outside these very offices at 7 AM Friday morning. I would be driving some of you up, while Mr. Slater's car, carrying at least one or two of you, would follow behind. We'll travel to the home in Exeter, where I'll introduce you to the groundskeeper, Hans, and leave you with the keys. Should I not hear from you earlier through Hans or other means, I will arrive at approximately 10 AM on Monday for an update. We'll go into town for a brunch at that time. It was being left up to you whether you will be staying overnight in the house proper or camping outside with equipment that you'll bring yourself. I recommend bringing your own provisions. As mentioned last week, the home is quite land-locked; there is no nearby lake or pond, so fishing equipment will not be necessary, though there are ample woods and while I assume they are still ripe for hunting trips, the focus here is to be on my house. I will be able to drive at most three of you and your equipment in my car. Mr. Miller would either be finding his own way or going along with my ride. This all pended on everyone signing the agreement before you, absolving me of damages you may cause during your stay." "My lawyer has amended said agreement to take into account the fact that no home inventory has been provided, as well as closing other previously stated loopholes. At this point, if there isn't anything else, I'd suggest signing the document and pending other discussions, we'll meet downstairs in two days. I drive a blue sedan." Edgeworth re-enters the room. "If you don't already have my contact information, you can reach me indirectly through Edgeworth Associates." |
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Post by Squashua on Apr 21, 2009 10:46:40 GMT -5
Basically, this is the notice that you've got two in-game days to get any last-minute things done before you're dropped off in the wilderness without proper resources or potentially a place to stay (you want to sleep in a haunted house?) for 3 days.
Granted, you can sleep in Obbi's taxi, but not everyone will fit, and durax won't fit in the trunk.
Signatures are still pending from Henry C. Slater and B. Miller the latter of which I'll handle if Wildcat doesn't step up soon, now that he's back.
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Post by Oats on Apr 21, 2009 11:06:18 GMT -5
Charles thinks the whole haunting thing is a bit of a farce, but he does hate to be unprepared. Should I know that its haunted and Cthulu is likely going to stick his great noodly appendage into the realm of mortals? Should I be expecting that? Should I be burning every book I come across?
After leaving the lawyer's office, Charles considers his next move. The house was a manor home, furnished and allegedly well. He wasn't sure how far out of town it was, or if some things could go missing discretely, possibly to be blamed on 'those local rambunctious boys'. Oh well, things to be assessed at a later date.
Moreover, Charles was concerned at the state of the house. He decided to swing by the old Lieutennant's place, see if he couldn't borrow some of the old army wares. Maybe a tent and a bedroll. Heck, even if he was going to be spending the night in the manor, the bedroll may not be such a bad idea. Tarps always come in handy; that much he learned from the war.
"Expensive beds aren't always comfortable beds," he reminded himself aloud.
Plus, he thought, it'd be good to see Boone again.
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Post by Mr. Embark on Apr 21, 2009 12:54:40 GMT -5
"Very well." Daniel answers. Looking over to the others.
Clearing his through. "Well, as Mr. Dubios states, the main focus is the house. Personally I don't think a house that has been unattended for so long is going to have much of what we need. I can go by the base and pick up equipment as needed, just let me know if anyone actually wants anything, a few lamps and sleeping equipment would be a must."
Sighing to himself then shaking it off. I suppose i'd have to owe supply a huge favor for most of this equipment.
Looking over to David, Daniel chuckles "It's a shame we won't be able to fish, it's been awhile since i've had myself a fishing trip."
Grabbing his coat from the rack Daniel heads to the door, "Coming David? I can get a cab for the two of us."
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Post by Squashua on Apr 21, 2009 13:47:46 GMT -5
Charles thinks the whole haunting thing is a bit of a farce, but he does hate to be unprepared. Should I know that its haunted and Cthulu is likely going to stick his great noodly appendage into the realm of mortals? Should I be expecting that? Should I be burning every book I come across? Moreover, Charles was concerned at the state of the house. According to Dubois, there is apparently a grounds/housekeeper named Hans, who would have been keeping the home "in shape", but that does not necessarily mean it's livable. The groundskeeper has his own home outside the house grounds proper. These are the sorts of questions I will assume were asked in earlier discussions with Dubois, but not directly thought to be addressed by any players (so far), or just glossed-over for expediency, much like the "plans for Friday" that Dubois related, as stated in my prior post.He decided to swing by the old Lieutennant's place, see if he couldn't borrow some of the old army wares. Maybe a tent and a bedroll. Heck, even if he was going to be spending the night in the manor, the bedroll may not be such a bad idea. Tarps always come in handy; that much he learned from the war. "Expensive beds aren't always comfortable beds," he reminded himself aloud. Plus, he thought, it'd be good to see Boone again. "A 'aunted 'ouse, youssay?" Frank Boone sank back into the thick upholstery of the chair, taking a careful sip from the teacup in his hand, "Theys things I seen in the war. Once a man took a full-on barrage and fell backwarts, then gettup 'n run across the field to disappear. I look back and 'e was still where he fell. The mind plays tricks in the 'eat of battle. Makes you see things you expect only they din't play out that way for fact. A house in New Hampshire? Who says it's 'aunted?" Charles swallowed the hot liquid he'd been holding in his mouth and picked up a biscuit, flipping it idly across the back of his fingers. He'd come seeking a few provisions, and as always, ended up staying longer than he intended. "The owner claims he can't sell due to the stigma itself. The house gained a reputation through its history, I gathered. The townspeople probably talk about it. Plus it's stood vacant for a few years, and likely that's not helped." The old man looked up at his young friend. "'istory? What history?" A slightly befuddled look came across Charles' face. "That I. . . apparently forgot to ask." "What's wrong with ye' lad? Too took up wit' yer fancy parties to think straight? A good nicker always does 'is research. Par for the course! Ye'd want to know beforehand what yer lookin' for, right? What's anything's worth? How would ye' know without finding out some 'istory? 'ave I taught you nothing?" Charles sighed and contemplated his next step as Frank leaned forward to refill his teacup from the carafe of hot buttered rum. . . . I can go by the base and pick up equipment as needed, just let me know if anyone actually wants anything, a few lamps and sleeping equipment would be a must." Sighing to himself then shaking it off. I suppose i'd have to owe supply a huge favor for most of this equipment. Reasonable demands are not out of the question, as long as the appropriate palms are liqu- . . . lubricated. If you don't state any specific, I'll assume you've acquired very standard equipment for all along the lines of your post. |
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Post by Oats on Apr 21, 2009 16:17:00 GMT -5
Just fine Squash. You've got as good of (if not better than) an idea of where I'm going as I do.
Boone made a good point.
Always, did, but still. Just as true this time as any other.
I'll have to do some research. Visit a nearby pub and strike up a conversation with the bartender. Maybe slide a fiver in to some young gent's palm, get him to do a quick looksee. That'd be risky though. Kids were dumb. And obvious, very obvious.
"Well Boone, I do have to hand it to you. Again."
Pausing, "Know any good bars in and around the area? Or any other sort of associate of yours?"
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Post by Squashua on Apr 21, 2009 16:40:27 GMT -5
EEEEERRRRRT! *sound of brakes*
Oatway, don't edit your post. We're going to make an example of it as follows:
I'm guessing that Oats would like to do some research.
I'm assuming he wants to chat up the locals for info. Logically, chances are not much will be gained from chatting up local Bostonian bar patrons for information, as the house itself is quite far north of here.
Re-reading, I notice that he may want to get a local kid to travel up north to Exeter and scope out the digs.
As has been well established, you are all located in Boston, Massachusetts, and the "haunted" Dubois house is located somewhat north, outside of the town of Exeter, in New Hampshire. You do have the exact address, but your directions to the house will involve Obbi making the drive up, following Dubois' car.
That might require more than a fiver and a bit more time than allowed. You see, Exeter is quite a walk from here.
Per Google Maps: Driving directions from Boston, MA to Exeter, NH
58.1 mi – about 1 hour 7 mins
That's with 2009 transportation.
OK, so that's not so bad. A kid could catch a bus up there.
Oats, what is your intent?
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Post by Wildcat on Apr 21, 2009 16:53:10 GMT -5
EARLIER
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Ben Miller winced a little as Fowler's stentorian tones reverberated around the offices of the New Hampshire Gazette. Ben was a new arrival to this busy part of the great country and to this firm in particular, having just applied that morning for the position of reporter for the Gazette on the basis of his work at The Wicomico News in Maryland.
Mr Fowler, the striking figure currently bellowing for his attention, was both the editor and owner of the paper. He was descended from the original founder, Daniel Fowle, and according to his very chatty secretary rarely let a day go by without mentioning that fact to whomever he was venting steam at that day.
Steeling himself, Ben knocked on the glass panel beside Mr Fowler's door and entered the side office. "Yes, Mr Fowler?"
"Miller! You want a job at my paper. Fine. I'll be blunt with you son, your resume is pretty sparse. There's a lot of minor work in here - and it's good, don't get me wrong - but there's nothing here that leaps out at me, you know what I mean? I need someone who can take a story and run with it, make a sensation that will sell me papers. So." He sniffed, pulled out a page of Gazette letterhead and scribbled down some details. "Friend of mine needs a reporter to cover an expedition to exorcise some fat cat's mansion around Exeter way, you know Exeter? Of course not, you're fresh in town, find out. Anyway, I want you to go down there and cover it for me, freelance. You'll have to get," he jabbed the paper at Ben, "to this law office to go over the contracts. Go buy a train ticket and take the receipt to Dolores for petty cash."
Ben took the profferred paper and let his eyebrows rise slightly? An 'exorcism'?
"Do this job right and do it well, and we'll see about the reporter's position," Fowler grunted.
Miller nodded and carefully folded the paper. "All right, Mister Fowler. With any luck I'll get you a front page spread!"
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NOW
So it was that Ben found himself in the offices of Edgeworth Associates, that august body of legal fumblers known to all who frequent Providence Street and to many who frequent less salubrious locations but require assistance from those who, if not more virtuous, are at least more discreet.
Taking the document the lawyer Edgeworth had drawn up, Ben scanned its contents with an eye grown practised from his father's tutelage in years past. He immediately noted the problem of damage to the household chattels but, on hearing the discussion that the others were having on their own version of the contract, assumed that this would be amended accordingly in his own engrossment.
Likewise, the issue of the ten year term and the rather vague evidence required to prove that the 'haunting' had been removed was raised and dealt with. Ben was left with only one further comment to make.
"Ah, one thing that I did notice, Mister Edgeworth - the issue of our expenses and the wording of the deductions that you can make therefrom seems ... a touch on the vague side. I think my employer would insist on more certainty on that issue."
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Post by Squashua on Apr 21, 2009 17:13:55 GMT -5
Mr Fowler, the striking figure currently bellowing for his attention, was both the editor and owner of the paper. He was descended from the original founder, Daniel Fowler "Ah, one thing that I did notice, Mister Edgeworth - the issue of our expenses and the wording of the deductions that you can make therefrom seems ... a touch on the vague side. I think my employer would insist on more certainty on that issue." All in the room turn towards the formerly quiet journalist, a newfound respect blooming. "Good show, chap!" whispers Charles. Maurice Dubois turns his head towards Edgeworth, who appears to be now drenched in flop-sweat. "I'll handle it immediately in both documents, sir!" The embarrassment is apparent with Maurice "Any costs from your expenses with the sale of the house and will cover the cost of an actual exorcism, should the investigation team deem one necessary and arrange it appropriately. Are there any additional matters that need tending to?" |
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Post by Oats on Apr 21, 2009 17:17:04 GMT -5
EEEEERRRRRT! *sound of brakes*
Oatway, don't edit your post. We're going to make an example of it as follows:
I'm guessing that Oats would like to do some research.
I'm assuming he wants to chat up the locals for info. Logically, chances are not much will be gained from chatting up local Bostonian bar patrons for information, as the house itself is quite far north of here.
Re-reading, I notice that he may want to get a local kid to travel up north to Exeter and scope out the digs.
As has been well established, you are all located in Boston, Massachusetts, and the "haunted" Dubois house is located somewhat north, outside of the town of Exeter, in New Hampshire. You do have the exact address, but your directions to the house will involve Obbi making the drive up, following Dubois' car.
That might require more than a fiver and a bit more time than allowed. You see, Exeter is quite a walk from here.
Per Google Maps: Driving directions from Boston, MA to Exeter, NH
58.1 mi – about 1 hour 7 mins
That's with 2009 transportation.
OK, so that's not so bad. A kid could catch a bus up there.
Oats, what is your intent?
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Post by Wildcat on Apr 21, 2009 17:30:58 GMT -5
Making up for lateness by doing actual out-of-game research? Daaaa-aaaaamn. Ben shook his head at that question. "Not as far as this draft is concerned, no." |
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Post by Squashua on Apr 21, 2009 17:39:52 GMT -5
@oats
If you go to Exeter now (Wednesday afternoon, by way of Boone), are you planning to be back in Boston by Friday morning for the meet-up?
Wildcat
"Well then sir, the changes are in, awaiting your signature. I hope the article is well and comprehensive and features the home in a good light." |
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Post by Wildcat on Apr 21, 2009 18:35:01 GMT -5
Benjamin scans over the document one last time to check all the changes have been made, then executes the document in a neat hand. "I can assure you, Mister Dubois, that the article will be very comprehensive in all respects".
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Post by Oats on Apr 21, 2009 18:38:07 GMT -5
@oats
If you go to Exeter now (Wednesday afternoon, by way of Boone), are you planning to be back in Boston by Friday morning for the meet-up?
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Post by durax on Apr 21, 2009 20:36:19 GMT -5
"Very well." Daniel answers. Looking over to the others. Clearing his through. "Well, as Mr. Dubios states, the main focus is the house. Personally I don't think a house that has been unattended for so long is going to have much of what we need. I can go by the base and pick up equipment as needed, just let me know if anyone actually wants anything, a few lamps and sleeping equipment would be a must." Looking over to David, Daniel chuckles "It's a shame we won't be able to fish, it's been awhile since i've had myself a fishing trip." Grabbing his coat from the rack Daniel heads to the door, "Coming David? I can get a cab for the two of us." Sighing to himself then shaking it off. I suppose i'd have to owe supply a huge favor for most of this equipment. "Sure, I'll be right with you," David replied. He looks at Dubois, apologetically, and his voice betrays a lack of confidence as he asks the following questions: 1) "What does the haunting look like? "Has someone actually seen it?" 2) "What does it do that is so scary that we have to check it out?" "Move furniture?" "Make spooky sounds?" "Write on the walls with a disembodied hand?" 3) "Has anyone died there?" 4) "Is there someone we should talk to, to find out more about it? Or would the Groundskeeper know all of this?" He trails off... looking sheepish and embarrassed at taking the idea of a ghost seriously. But hell, He'd heard plenty of strange stories growing up, both from the pulpit and from his school chums. Granted he'd never given them much thought, but if it it turned out that this "Ghost" was really some rusty pipes, Dubios' answers should be able to tell him that much... |
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Post by Squashua on Apr 21, 2009 20:41:16 GMT -5
Just fine Squash. You've got as good of (if not better than) an idea of where I'm going as I do.Pausing, "Know any good bars in and around the area? Or any other sort of associate of yours?" "Exeter?" Boone thought to himself for a second, "No, sorry son. Not so's I can say. Guess your luck only extends so far." *cough*The options were drawing limited. Guess a little light research at the Exeter library might bring to light any notable news about the house, but it was early-afternoon at this point and Exeter was a good hour and a half north at best by bus. And needing to be home for Friday, it would be plausible to head out now, spend all day Thursday checking public records (and maybe scouting out the grounds), and get back Friday in time for the meet. Or even just leave a note to David and Sir Christian, letting them know to pick him up in the Exeter town square before they headed off to the house proper. Either way, it wouldn't be a light decision; it'd definitely cut into evening time with the ladies. |
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Post by Squashua on Apr 21, 2009 21:41:19 GMT -5
"Sure, I'll be right with you," David replied. He looks at Dubois, apologetically, and his voice betrays a lack of confidence as he asks the following questions. "What does the haunting look like? "Has someone actually seen it?" Dubois is slightly taken aback at the young man's approach, or at least his somewhat appalling facial features. Composing himself, he responds, "Well, you see it's more the home's reputation. I lived there since birth with my mother, and I just always had a bad feeling of dread while there. Poor dreams... just... I left years ago once mother passed, and other than establishing Hans and his wife as caretakers, I've never been back. I just don't like going there is all. You know when you have that feeling something bad is going to happen, but you are never certain when that other shoe is going to drop? That is what being at the house is like." Maurice has everyone's rapt attention at this point, and the words he speaks have the feeling of truth to them. "What does it do that is so scary that we have to check it out?" "Move furniture?" "Make spooky sounds?" "Write on the walls with a disembodied hand?" "No. As I've said before, the house has a reputation of being haunted. Growing up in Exeter, I'd hear that I lived in 'the haunted house', and when I tried selling the house people have just not come around. I guess once a house has this sort of reputation, even if it's built on superstition and non-fact, then it maintains the stigma. The problem is, in order to get an exorcism, I do believe we have to prove it haunted." "My mother of course, of natural causes. Beyond that, I really don't know for certain. Mother was never very forthcoming about our family history. My grandfather was a war hero and the local school is named for our family, and my great-great-grandfather who built the house was a sea captain of sorts; there's a statue in his honor in front of the house, and we do have a family plot out back, but I really don't know any of the specifics. I guess I was just never that interested, seeing as how I don't have any relatives left." I may be "off" on the above paragraph; I don't have my notes on me. Paragraph may be subject to change. This "ooc" section will be removed after a fact-checking edit.Is there someone we should talk to, to find out more about it? Or would the Groundskeeper know all of this?" "I wouldn't know who you'd speak with. I guess I'm as close to an expert on the house and my family as you'd get. I hired Hans myself soon after I decided to leave the house, and he and his wife have been maintaining the yard and keeping the house clean for the last several years. They send me the occasional letter to let me know how they're doing. Is there anything else?" |
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Post by Oats on Apr 21, 2009 22:24:12 GMT -5
I figured the Boston Library may have books on Exeter/the Dubois Manor.
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Post by Obbi on Apr 22, 2009 4:42:10 GMT -5
Roger cleared his nose and nodded to the remaining gentlemen in the room.
"That's all I need to hear about this bunk. If I wanna know more about this haunted house, this Hans character will probably be the man to get. Granted he didn't get spooked to death by now."
He began making his way out the door. A haunted house? Top-notch baloney, but it may be his ticket to getting out of that rat-trap of a station.
"I need to swing by my station. My pill of a boss is gonna have my head if I don't get back soon. I'll be at the agreed meeting place on time, if you don't see me before then. Unless you men need a lift, I'll be on my way."
With that, Roger let himself out and started walking towards his car, preparing himself to do battle against the Big Cheese of the rat-trap.
Or stop by Gerald's for a few. It might be best to get some liquid courage before dealing with his demon.
I'd keep goin', but I'd rather leave it open in case Player interaction is recommended to have a player travel with Roger for whatever escapades are available between now and the meeting time. Plus, it allows for easier editin' if it turns out this is definitely not somethin' recommended by the Host.
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Post by Wildcat on Apr 22, 2009 5:06:21 GMT -5
I figured the Boston Library may have books on Exeter/the Dubois Manor. |
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Post by Squashua on Apr 22, 2009 9:30:41 GMT -5
1) Obbi has proven he has a good handle on gaming.
2) Miller (Wildcat) and Charles (Oats) have had very basic intros to each other so far. You guys are welcome to elaborate connectivity and stuff but verbalize it.
3) Wildcat. The Gazette wants you to prove yourself, so they won't allocate resources to do your archival research for you. Also, unless you have other plans, you're scheduled to travel back to Exeter this afternoon (or even mid-morning) once the papers are signed and questions are asked, and will be picked up by the group in Exeter on Friday on the way to the house.
4) @oats re: Boston Library / books : yes, it might. Let me know if you want to check or if plans have changed due to Wildcat intervention. Remember, you've spent post-lawyer at Boone's. |
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Post by Oats on Apr 22, 2009 10:02:57 GMT -5
Yeah, so it would probably be Wednesday evening for Charles. Since I want to keep as much of my semi-legal activities private I'll just head to the Boston Library.
Also, out of curiosity, what happens in the event of a critical failure on Library Use? Paper cut? Crushed by a stack of books?
Damn, the one place where Boone doesn't know the bartender.
Well, may as well play to my strengths. Think I'll stroll on down to the public library. The librarian was cute enough last time I was there, and maybe I'll learn a few things about the manor or the 'haunting'.
At the Library.
"Uh, pardon me miss, might you know of any books on the Dubois family? Apparently they're well-to-do and well known in the Exeter region."
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Post by Squashua on Apr 22, 2009 11:07:55 GMT -5
At the Library. "Uh, pardon me miss, might you know of any books on the Dubois family? Apparently they're well-to-do and well known in the Exeter region." Beatrice peered over her glasses at the young man. "Books on a whole particular family from New Hampshire? I'm sorry sir, but I cannot recall one off the top of my head, but you're welcome to check. If they are prominent as you say, you'd be better off searching the archives for newspapers from New Hampshire, or even the Rockingham County hall of records." |
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Post by Wildcat on Apr 22, 2009 11:13:14 GMT -5
3) Wildcat. The Gazette wants you to prove yourself, so they won't allocate resources to do your archival research for you. Also, unless you have other plans, you're scheduled to travel back to Exeter this afternoon (or even mid-morning) once the papers are signed and questions are asked, and will be picked up by the group in Exeter on Friday on the way to the house.
When you say I'm travelling back, do you mean to Portsmouth rather than Exeter? My original plan was to do the archive research myself, until Oats mentioned his own library raiding, so that works fine for me if Portsmouth is my next destination.
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Post by Squashua on Apr 22, 2009 11:25:33 GMT -5
3) Wildcat. The Gazette wants you to prove yourself, so they won't allocate resources to do your archival research for you. Also, unless you have other plans, you're scheduled to travel back to Exeter this afternoon (or even mid-morning) once the papers are signed and questions are asked, and will be picked up by the group in Exeter on Friday on the way to the house.
When you say I'm travelling back, do you mean to Portsmouth rather than Exeter? My original plan was to do the archive research myself, until Oats mentioned his own library raiding, so that works fine for me if Portsmouth is my next destination.
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Post by Oats on Apr 22, 2009 15:47:46 GMT -5
At the Library. "Uh, pardon me miss, might you know of any books on the Dubois family? Apparently they're well-to-do and well known in the Exeter region." Beatrice peered over her glasses at the young man. "Books on a whole particular family from New Hampshire? I'm sorry sir, but I cannot recall one off the top of my head, but you're welcome to check. If they are prominent as you say, you'd be better off searching the archives for newspapers from New Hampshire, or even the Rockingham County hall of records." Shame that cute girl wasn't in tonight. Just the uppity cow, Beatrice. Oh well. Off to the newspaper archives. See what those poor saps wrote about the place. I suppose the County buildings wouldn't be open until tomorrow morning, but that wouldn't be a bad place to look afterwards. Charles discretely sips from his hipflask after locating a few stacks of potentially relevant materialOh, whiskey. You always did make the dreariest activities more interesting. |
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Post by Squashua on Apr 22, 2009 15:55:26 GMT -5
Two 01's on two separate Luck rolls. If you know your Call of Cthulhu rules, there is actually something 100% magical that happens when just ONE of these occurs.
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Post by Oats on Apr 22, 2009 16:01:17 GMT -5
Two 01's on two separate Luck rolls. If you know your Call of Cthulhu rules, there is actually something 100% magical that happens when just ONE of these occurs. 
Beel rolled two 01s as well.
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Post by Squashua on Apr 22, 2009 16:08:51 GMT -5
Two 01's on two separate Luck rolls. If you know your Call of Cthulhu rules, there is actually something 100% magical that happens when just ONE of these occurs.
Beel rolled two 01s as well.
WhatdoIget?WhatdoIget?
"If you impale a Luck roll, subtract current POW from 21 and multiply difference by 5. Roll under that number and gain 1D3 POW."
Fucking Oatway, too. Of all the characters. Twice.
Checks will be revealed on endgame to prove rolls were legit (there is a thread where I track it all in the Squashua Only sub-forum that no one can access but me).
OK, rolling against 21 - 15(current POW) = 6.
6 x 5 = 30.
First roll: 63. FAIL
Second roll: 37. FAIL
You get no increases to stats, but you did find stuff. Check PM in a couple hours because holy shit. Thank goodness for OCR.
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