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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Crimster" data-source="post: 197020" data-attributes="member: 2511">Thus continues the story of What Rough Beast...  Please feel free to post on the OOC thread with comments, questions and the like!*****************************************Randy heads upstairs, passing Dr. Ray Silver.  Ray stands near the front door peering out the window, obviously searching for the police.  At the top of the stairs, Randy moves quickly towards the back.  Most likely a panic room would be in the bedroom, perhaps concealed in the closet.Alan and Julia's bedroom is large and luxurious, with a wide selection of art and antiques from periods and cultures far beyond Randy's meager knowledge.  One painting in particular draws Randy's eye - it is an odd piece, of a twisted and crooked window set against a green wall.  Or at least a section of a green wall.  The window opens onto verdant hills, the edges just beginning to darken with the coming of twilight.  Perhaps this is one of Alex's paintings, here hanging just above the bed.Randy moves to the closet, and finds what he is looking for: an intercom.  He keys the speaker."Julia it is ok to come out now. They are gone, except for the one we were able to detain. He has said that you are the Queen. What does he mean by that, and do you think you could go talk to Alex. He is asking the prisoner questions, and I think you would be able to assist in that."The response is slow at first, and then deep click is heard.  The back wall of the closet swings open, revealing the rather large panic room.  A haggard Julia comes out, looking dazed and sleepy at the same time."It's just the club, Randy.  They've called Alan and I by those names for years.  I was telling S-S-Sam that b-before he..." She trails off, and begins to cry again.  She is at the breaking point with all that has happened this day.She looks directly at Randy, a serious look on her face."They've gone too far though, Randy.  I won't cover for them anymore.  What do you want to know?"Back in the study, Alex stands before Ted, and continues his questioning."What if I could bring you someone who you could explain this all to? I'm not much for math, I admit that freely... But my nephew is on the way, and he's very talented at mathematics, though probably not as much as you. Would you mind if he visted you in jail, talked? You could explain what's going on more effectively. I hope you'll understand that I have a great deal of curiosity for what could motivate you to break in to Julia's house and try and kill us." "Or succeed." He glances over at Sam momentarily.Ted, his face a mask of dried streams of blood, grimaces.  "Jail? Hmmm.  Sure, sure.  Visitors are good.  Not sure I'll be staying long, though."  He chuckles.  "You might say I have a damn good lawyer.  And not to mention, I'm not in my right mind, you know."  He barks out a laugh.  "But sure, I'd love to speak to your friend.  I could show him a couple of proofs that would literally blow his mind.  But I don't think I would share everything with him, know what I mean?  For that, someone would have to join the society."  Ted nods.  "And one of you will before this is all over.  One of you will."  The look on Ted's face is an odd mixture of hate and sadness.  It is perhaps what the face of insanity looks like.The sirens outside are coming closer - you suspect they are pulling onto the street, and should be here within moments.OOC: Any last questions, before the men in blue drag poor Ted away?</blockquote>

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