[IC]Pickman's Model Revisited[CoC]

[Dakkareth]

At the mispronounciation of his name Jens corrects Chris Vandar.

"Hombridge"

Nodding he answers:

"And they would have hired professionals for such a task. Or private investigators for that matter. Well, it will be interesting to see, what it is."

*

Strange job. Finding some book and paintings. Shouldn't one simply ask the authorities, who inherited this Pickman's house or auctionated his belongings? Either way professionals would be better suited to this kind of work. But whatever.

After Mr. Thurber has finished talking and Jens has finished musing about the strangeness of the matter he raises his hand slightly as if in school and asks:

"So this Renard will provide us with the information we need? When would he expect us to meet him?"

He looks at his watch.
[OOC: What time is it?
How long would it take to get there?]

More to himself than to the others he ponders:
"I suppose, we could make it this evening if quickness is really this important. I'd prefer tomorrow morning, though."

He looks at the others.

"What do you think?"

 

[bruin]

OODM: EDIT: I was saying earlier that Arkham was about 30 or 40 miles northeast of Boston. It's fictional, so it goes wherever you want it, but the Chaosium version of CoC puts it more like 20 miles northeast, and about 5 miles north of Salem, so I'll go with that instead. Making the drive around 30-40 minutes maybe, rather than an hour like I was thinking before I edited.

IDM: Thurber answers the questions as they come.

To Chris:
"Yes, you have to front the cost of any personal resources you might need. Whoever these people are, they want results. They're willing to pay quite well for results, and nothing for failure; this is probably why they aren't paying an agency to conduct the investigation."

To Jens:
"I told him that I would be briefing you at this time, so he said he'd be available for a meeting anytime today or tonight sometime, or sometime tomorrow morning if its early. Apparently they want you to look at their copy of the book physically, but they have some sort of problem with Renard bringing it here."

 

[bruin]

The phone on the table in the conference room rings. Thurber picks it up: "Yes? Can it wait? Damn, ok I'll be right there."

"I have to attend to some urgent business. You can use this room to discuss your plans for the next half hour or so if you like, but we need it to be vacant by 2. Feel free to use the phone to make any calls you need. If you do have any more questions, ask the receptionist to transfer a call to my phone. If I can't answer I'll make sure to send Gaines back in here to clear up anything else."

He bustles out of the conference room and heads off in the direction of his office, which overlooks the street below.

 

[apocalypstick]

"My bad, Jens. Hombridge. Got it.

"No time like the present, way I figure it. If Renard can meet us today, I say lets meet him today. You guys wanna carpool up there, or what? We can talk things over on the way.

"I just need to call my lady before we go and let her know I'm heading out of town."

 

[Dakkareth]

Jens takes out a small calendar and browses until he finds today's page.

"Mmhh. No afternoon classes ... but a visit at the dentist."

He laughs.

"I'll be more than happy to skip that. If someone can take me there, that is."

Well until now it sounds pretty harmless. A little digging through transaction records and cellars and maybe some easy money. Oh well, at least it's something to take my mind off these stupid articles.

 

[apocalypstick]

"We can take my car; that's cool with me. I'll just have to clean out the backseat."

 

[Vorlon Space]

"How about I drive. I know Arkham pretty well. I did my Masters thesis at Miskatonic U. and my Lexus SUV is roomy enough for everyone."

 

[Dakkareth]

"So ... shall we?"

Jens stands up and looks at the others.

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

Neal drains his coffee and gets up. "Yeah, let's go. I haven't seen old Arkham in a while."

 

[bruin]

OODM: someone should call Renard at this point, to let him know you're on the way. Doesn't matter who. Whoever calls Renard experiences the following first-hand:

IDM: “Hello,” a voice with a slight French accent lisps. “Yes, you are the investigators. Yes, my mast…my employer requires your services, yes. Please come up and see us, yes? You have the address, yes? Good, come up as quickly as possible, yes?”

You take care of any business you need to on the phone, and you pass by Gaines on the way out.

OODM: Be as detailed as you like describing what you do before leaving. Gaines is there to talk to, you can discuss the call to Renard, or whatever. Feel free to spend as much time as you want in conversation before arriving at the next part.

IDM: Your drive up the interstate and along the state highway leading over to Arkham is uneventful enough. Over the century, especially in the last 40 years, the area surrounding Arkham has become increasingly populated by housing tracts and strip malls, but central Arkham itself still retains much of the ambience of the early 20th century. Many of the older buildings still stand, and the town has a certain timeless quality to it. You make your way north past the university and across one of the bridges that spans over the Miskatonic, winding your way through the streets until you reach Derby St. A little ways down, just before the old sanitarium and on the other side of the street from it, you see a somewhat more dilapidated house than the others. It doesn't look like anyone's lived here for years. Whatever grass used to make up the lawn has long since vanished, leaving only dirt and stray weeds. The paint has decayed, and here and there termites have eaten away at the wood paneling. As you walk towards the door, the sun suddenly disappears behind dark clouds. The boards leading up to the doorstep creak as you trod on them. This must be the place.

OODM: Whenever you're done describing other stuff, conversing, or what have you, just say you're walking up to the door. I'll update again when all four of you are at the door.