Masks of Nyarlathotep: Chapter 1.5 (New York City)

Gomez said:
You get a cab and head over to Harlem. It is a short drive and you stop in front of the alley way to the Ju Ju House. It is snowing lightly and there are few people on the street at this hour (8:00 PM)

DM: Is the store lit or open? Does there seem to be anyone inside?
 

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Charles nervously polishes his glasses as he peers through the frosted glass of the car window. His eyes strain to see any sign of recent passage: footprints, cracked doorways, windows ajar...

OOC: Untrained Spot Check (Wis +2)
 

Isida Kep'Tukari said:
DM: Is the store lit or open? Does there seem to be anyone inside?

OOC: You cannot see the shop front from the street. You have to go down the short alley to the courtyard to be able to see the Ju-Ju House
 

Ashy said:
Charles nervously polishes his glasses as he peers through the frosted glass of the car window. His eyes strain to see any sign of recent passage: footprints, cracked doorways, windows ajar...

OOC: Untrained Spot Check (Wis +2)

Looking out the taxi window, Charles sees that there has been some foot traffic on the sidewalk. There are some tracks in the snow that go down the alleyway to the Ju-Ju House as well. Whether people made them that were coming or going is unclear.
 


Jack will fire any remaining shots he has into the arm of the zombie after which he will begin to pound on the arm with the butt of his pistol.
 

Father O'Malley struggles with Lt. Poole's body as Jibral's attention is diverted towards William's situation. He grunts and groans, trying to pull the Lt up the stairs with him.
 


"Driver, wait here for a moment please, our friend apparently forgot the time we were supposed to meet," Miriam says, giving the man a few extra bills and then getting out of the car. "Come on Charles, we better go get them if we're going to get to the restaurant on time," she says cheerfully. She walks up to the door of the Ju Ju House and sees if she can spot the rest of the group.
 

Charles meekly exits the taxi, looking back to it often as would a man leaving a liferaft in the middle of the ocean. "M...Miriam, shouldn't I stay?", he squeaks.
 

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