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As Camille moved into the shadows, she found that she could barely see amongst the crates and sacks. She couldn't see her shoe and would have to feel around for it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Job (the tortured one).

Professor William Moore descended the ladder with clipboard in hand, turned, and looked appraisingly around the hold, his eyes eventually alighting on the small group of men who were surrounded by the team of dogs, obviously happy to be free of their cages. Enke and Olav had hurriedly risen...

The boot bounced off a layer of boards into the dark corner and something skittered away in the shadows along the wall. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Job (the tortured one).

Enke and Olav also seem to appreciate Louis Armstrong's trumpet playing and remarked that the dogs must also like it since they've quieted down a bit. Olav smiled, saying, "Ja, dat Mister Armstrong is good. Almost good as cousin Johan!" At that moment, Øyvind, George, Enke and Olav hear the...

Rap-tap-tap-tap! Rap-tap-tap-tap! The impatient drumming of fingers on a gray steel desk echoed in the Ship's Mess. Rap-tap-tap-tap! "Hmmph. I wonder what's keeping Mr. Barrow and Ms. Bardier," muttered Professor Moore to himself. He reached into the right pocket of his tweed jacket and...

Drowned Hero, That songfile of Louis Armstrong is just ... too ... cool! I was listening to it while writing my next post. :) Bravo! Job.

Morpheus, If you decide that Martin would take actions different than I have described in my recent post, just let me know and I'll edit the post. I am trying to kickstart the BtMoM campaign a little and am taking a few liberties to start things moving again. I will have more postings in the...

...spent much too much time in this dungeon! But perhaps, I have found what I need. Very curious... A death and a missing rare manuscript?" With that, Martin closed the books, pushed in his chair, and departed the archives. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Job (the tortured one).

Camille continued to examine the hold as George departed to find help, and she began to sense the darkness. Dim incandescant lamps hanging from the ceiling gently swayed with the ship; shadows shifting, enlarging and shrinking with each rocking motion. She noticed that the light failed to...

I apologize for my absence, folks. What better way to return than with a gratuitous flashback scene? If you'll allow me a bit of overly dramatic reverie, the flashback symbolizes my recent dark period, loss, and now I'm happy to be back with Øyvind, Olav, Enke, and George. :) [Edit] I looked...

From a recess deep within the interior of the U.S.S Gabrielle, the tinny sound of a sad, soulful trumpet emerges from a gramophone's horn to surround a small group of men, echoes from the ship's metal skin, wanders down aisles of crates and boxes and sacks, and dies amidst the darkness...

I just thought that I'd let everyone know that I've been struggling these past few weeks with the sudden, unexpected death of my stepdad. I had traveled to be with my mom for two weeks, and am now back home. Things are a little chaotic right now. Job.

There is movement! :p I shall indeed recruit another player. I am also agreeable to recruiting a couple of alts, DH, but I've often wondered whether setting up alts is worth the effort. It may be months before an alt gets an opportunity to step in... If you think that it's worth it, then...

For Martin's Eyes Only Martin found something (but this does not necessarily mean that he succeeded in his Research :]). Information was sent via the ether (email) to Morpheus, his puppeteer. If you need me to resend this information for any reason, just say the word. :cool: Job. ***EDIT...

Alright Morpheus! That's great news! :) So it sounds like I need one more player. DH, before recruiting another player, I'll wait to hear whether your friend is interested. Job.

DH, Yep, I'll put our game in recruiting status. Before I do so, I'll need to figure out how many people to recruit. 1&2) DH, I know that you're out there, and also your brother. 3) Taokan (my RL daughter) is definitely playing. 4) Morpheus, are you still planning on playing? (I havn't...

Well, I tried to send a personal message to Watus, but he has disabled his ability to receive them. Watus, if you're out there, please respond to this post. Our team is nearing the expedition's departure date and I was wondering if you're still interested in making the trip. I haven't seen...

Ah! Now I understand. Thanks for explaining that; now I'm a little less confused (than normal). Since we haven't heard from him in a while, I'll send a PM to Watus to ask if he is interested in continuing in our story. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Job (tortured and torturing).

*laughs* He has? Wasn't he posting under Anatomist? Sorry, I must've gotten mixed up somewhere along the line (lately I find that this isn't hard to do). Job.

I'm considering recruiting another couple of players into our BtMoM game since I haven't seen any posts from Watus recently. We're getting so close to departing NYC that I'd hate to do it without another player or two. Drowned Hero, if your brother isn't sure whether he's coming back, I can...