Fellowship of the Witching Hour - Part I

[Dlsharrock]

OOC
Dire - I didn't say anything about dropping the sequence just the maximum threshold on turns per day (ie, players can post as many times they like, so long as it's in sequence, as you originally suggested).
We'll ignore the blip for this round and assume the original sequence order in the next round. ie- Sam, Arabella, Adam, Philip, Keeper. So Kook, you're up next, then greenstar, then Lucean.

 

[Dire Lemming]

[sblock]Oh... Gersh Dern it! Why can't yeeew brits leeearn ti speak ameeerican! Dey terk er jerrrrrbz!

Well at least immediately hopping up to greet her seems like it would be in Adam's character. He doesn't want to seem like he's still in love with Sam after all, that would be just pitiful when she's obviously gotten over him long ago.[/sblock]

 

[Dlsharrock]

[SBLOCK=OOC Some background information for all players]I've posted a brief history of Arkham in the recruitment thread, renamed OOC thread. Just fluff for those who may be interested.
http://www.enworld.org/showthread.php?p=4259883#post4259883
This isn't official CoC information, and pertains to the Arkham in our game only. Lots of Keepers give Arkham their own twist and this is part of mine.

I've also re-iterated the rules for posting to the IC forum in the above thread, just so there's no confusion [/SBLOCK]

 

[kookalouris]

A welcome distraction

Realizing she been overheard and by him to boot, Sam began to blush, her pale skin no real defense. Deep inside, she wished for some distraction, any distraction.

It's at this point that a figure emerges from the cigarette smoke and gloom of the bar. A tall, slim, well dressed and handsome woman, quite the opposite of Cyndy. She wears a smart grey suit with a knee length skirt of the same tweedy material, and a beret tilted at a cosmopolitan angle. Deep red tresses tumble around her shoulders and matching colour lipstick adorns her lips. In one hand she holds a cigarette which she sucks on before speaking: "Hi," she smiles "heard tell there was a meeting here." A vague gesture indicates the bar, accompanied by a none too flattering expression. "So, you guys looked like the biggest crowd in the room, and I thought I'd play the odds. I'm Cara Welsh, psychic and medium. What I heard was, there's folks here who might share my common interests. Whaddya say? That you? Or am I barking up the wrong tree here?"

"Yes!" Sam's words for a little too quick. She nearly leapt to her feet. "Welcome to the Witching Hour. In fact, we could use a psychic right now because we are having trouble deciding what mystery to investigate. Maybe you could use your insight. I'm Samantha by the way, please call me Sam."

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As conversation allows, Sam will let Cara know about the local rumours, subject to the group's wishes. I will try and get some more OOC comments in tonight now that I have passed the baton...
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[kookalouris]

more OOC

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Thanks for opening up about your own mental trials, David and DL. Strangely enough, in some ways, my overfocusing on 'minor' decisions appears to be ADD to those who wonder why I have suddenly 'lost' focus (when most likely, my mind has committed itself to what would appear to be a another really trivial matter to others).

The depression I seem to have is not sadness but more accurately less of an ability to change my mood through decisions, apparent apathy to others. For most people, simply doing something, anything, the wrong thing will boost their spirits. Once, when testing a certain supplement, I had just a taste of what the more common form of depression might be like. It was enough for me. I really respect anyone having to deal with it.

I don't think of Sam as fulfilling a particular psychological need for me. Although, strictly speaking, we are all the game to fulfill a psychological need of some kind, as the only rewards to the game are intangible. It's simply that Sam's dilemma 'rang true' with my personal experiences. I also wove some of Amelia Earnhardt's and Charles Lindbergh's history into her character. Her desire for clarity is just one of several motives that might well for her. But that desire might not be so obvious to most people who are fortunate enough to be NT (neuro-typical).

At this point, I might suggest, that if in the Scoobies research, any supernatural link is found to Sam's 'crash', Sam might have a quick flashback (similar to the quick flashes of the eye of Sauron whenever the ring was touched or attacked in the LOTR movies. I have a feeling David is familiar with the image ). At that point, she would be even more committed than before to find out what this is all about.

I'm hip with the new posting structure (on average, I will probably add a IC post a day).

I kinda figured the heroes were monster-bait. Why do you think there are 'hero' sandwiches?

Gerry
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[greenstar]

Arabella gives Cara a quick suspicious look. She was sure her own abilities were real but there were many charlatans. Was this woman one of them? "Hello. I'm Arabella Carrington. I do some tarot card and tea leaf reading in my spare time...among other things."

 

[Dire Lemming]

Adam stands almost immediately at the woman's approach, and is surprised to see Sam do the same. "Er, I'm, Adam West. It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Wes- Welsh! Er- hem." He starts to hold out his hand, then remembers he's greeting a woman and quickly drops it. "Uh, well please take a seat." He pulls out the nearest empty chair and offers it to her, then glances discreetly at Sam. "So you say you are a psychic? Might I ask what kind? What I mean is, are you for instance the type that can sense the thoughts of those around them?"

 

[Lucean]

Phillip studied the woman carefully as the others greeted her, his jaw leaning on his right palm.

"I would wager that Ms. Welsh lacks that ability, as otherwise it would seem odd for her to play the odds that we're the group she is looking for." He shrugged turning his left hand palm up towards the new arrival. "Or then she is simply not a good medium and psychic. Where did you hear tell of us and for what do you need us for?"

 

[Dire Lemming]

[sblock=Lucean]Hey Luc, she likely learned about it the same way Ara and Phil probably did. From the ads.[/sblock]

 

[Dlsharrock]

[SBLOCK=OOC Everyone]Some hacking necessary to make the scene run smoothly. I've not edited anyone out, just shuffled dialogue so it makes a bit more sense.[/SBLOCK]

"Yes!" Sam's words for a little too quick. She nearly leapt to her feet. "Welcome to the Witching Hour. In fact, we could use a psychic right now because we are having trouble deciding what mystery to investigate. Maybe you could use your insight. I'm Samantha by the way, please call me Sam."

"Good evening, Sam" Cara smiles again, shaking Sam by the hand. "Samantha... Samantha" she seems to be placing the name, "oh, gee. So you're Samantha Gilman; this is your place?"

"It looks like I got the right merry band anyway. I must say that all sounds real intriguing- mysteries and investigating. Not quite what I expected but..." before she can finish...

Adam stands almost immediately at the woman's approach, and is surprised to see Sam do the same. "Er, I'm, Adam West. It's a pleasure to meet you Miss Wes- Welsh! Er- hem." He starts to hold out his hand, then remembers he's greeting a woman and quickly drops it. "Uh, well please take a seat." He pulls out the nearest empty chair and offers it to her, then glances discreetly at Sam.

"My my, Mr Adam West" Cara's fingers trail daintily against her neck, "a gentleman in this day and age? Who'da thunk it. The age of chivalry has a beating heart, and a handsome one at that." She takes a seat, crossing her legs and smiling benignly at Adam. Her gaze falls naturally on the girl sitting alongside him.

"Hello. I'm Arabella Carrington. I do some tarot card and tea leaf reading in my spare time...among other things."

"Arabella Carrington, charmed I'm sure" Cara nods in greeting, eyes Arabella from her head to her toes. She chuckles "tea leaves huh? Well whaddya know."

"I would wager that Ms. Welsh lacks [any psychic] ability, as otherwise it would seem odd for her to play the odds that we're the group she is looking for." He shrugged turning his left hand palm up towards the new arrival. "Or then she is simply not a good medium and psychic. Where did you hear tell of us and for what do you need us for?"

"Well colour me pink and call me Daisy," Cara turns her unwavering smile on Philip, reaches over, grabs the upturned hand and shakes it, her grip firm and steady. "If chivalry has a beating heart, here's the heart attack right here. You this friendly to every Tom Dick and Harry, Joe, or you just got a thorn in your shoe tonight?" She leans forward slightly and squints in a none too flattering way "you know, you sure do look familiar. What did you say your name was again?"

As if to head off any mounting tension, Adam interjects:

"So you say you are a psychic? Might I ask what kind? What I mean is, are you for instance the type that can sense the thoughts of those around them?"

Holding Philip's gaze, Cara tilts her face toward Adam, "oh, I see plenty, though I'd never pry into a closed mind. I know when I'm not wanted. Being psychic doesn't open the world up like a book, y'know. It takes concentration." She allows her eyes to rest on Adam, "what about you Mr West? A medium too? Or does your area of expertise lie elsewhere?" She puts two fingers to her lips then waggles them at Adam and Arabella, "oooh, are you two together?"