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Last time I me Bruce (see the 2002 pix) the line was 6 hrs. long. Only 2 for the constume contest, but now that the con has grown, I'm sure he'll be under lock and key. I MAY still have some with me and Michael Berryman drinking @ the bar. :D

I'm going to a con too, but I'm a geek of a different stripe: http://www.horrorfindweekend.com/state/maryland/ Bruce Campbell. Awwwww yeah.

Bob: By your command...... Hehehehe!

"Right." says Neville, exhaling hard in frustrated resignation. "Only one way to go but up. Who's with, eh?" he turns and asks the group. "No, no. Not you Fury." he scolds the ever eager construct.

Seeing Tyler flinch, Uri simply gives him a sinister smile as he opens the door, and says, "Sorry, Comrade." in his thick Eastern accent.

"We'll soon find out." says Uri, as he steps past Tyler, and with a nod to the party, flings open the door.

"In a perfect place, imperfections stand out. So I'd say yes." replies Neville. He motions everyone back from coming in further than the doorway. He clears his throat, saying, "This tower has chosen to follow us. And here we are. Show yourself!" Nevilles calls out to the echoing stair.

Neville begins slowly backing up, his eye on the door all the while. "Er.....Gentlemen?" he says to the group outside, "We aren't alone, methinks." (OOC- Did it seem like the stone triggered the door?)

"Hullo? What have we here?" he says quietly as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out some small tools. He moves over to inspect the out-of-place stone. (OOC Disable Device +11)

Neville pulls out his everburning lantern, and peers off into the gloom.

"Oh...to the depths with it, I'm going in." says Neville, as he pulls out his own Lens out of a velvet pouch, and begins to search for and signs of distress as he enters the tower. (OOC- Keeps forgetting, I AM good with stealth and traps. Search +14, but I won't roll and unsolicited Search...

IN FACT: I even ran a Feng Shui game in a Flash Gordon-esgue universe, but instead of Ming the Merciless, the Emperor was indeed, Rick James. I'm going to hell. TZ

As a note, Anrews would have either pocketed Rooks cel phone or left it in the room.

While we're getting all technical, how is this place heated and lit?

"Just a second, Sheriff......Derringer." Andrews CB's over the phone, "Do you have the make on Jacob Rook? R. O. O. K.? Here's the SN on his firearm." He steps away from the sheriff, and whispers into the phone, "He said some weird stuff about this dog, like it wasn't really a dog to begin...

"Well certainly, Fury. What are you waiting for?" says Neville as he stands in front of the warforged, his arm sweeping out in a welcoming manner towards the foreboding staircase. After an uncomfortable silence, and a few quizzical looks from the construct and others, Neville ejaculates, "I...

Without hesitation, Sonrik answer's Sel, saying, "I would think it'd be wise to split up, and choose whichever inn each of us felt most comfortable at. Or at least, could afford." He smiles a bit, looking around the square, "It may be to our benefit to talk to as many other folk as possible...

Damn shame to see you go. I'll miss seeing you play your characters; both of them. Good luck!

Andrews clicks over to CB on his phone, "Derringer, did you get all that?" "Okay," says Andrews, "Seal of these three rooms. John Doe is there, forensics only in that room. He also rented this room here, I want them both combed over. That other room down there has a mutilated dog in it, also...

Jim follows the bellhop to the room. He hands him his tuxedo and shoes, and asks that they be pressed and shined as soon as they can. Tipping him well, Jim turns and enters the room. Seeing evidence of another guest in his room, Jim moves his bags in and tries to make as light of a footprint...