Masks of Nyarlathotep - Chapter 1: New York City

[Krug]

Thomas and Father Joe go to the police station and you find Lt. Martin Poole, the policeman you talked to at Jackson's hotel.

"Oh hello, what can I do for you?"

"Morning, Lieutenant. Well we're friends of Jackson Elias. We'd like to know if you have any knowledge who the robbers were yesterday... and that suicide. Seems kind of convenient. I mean, mere robbers would hardly hang themselves.

"You also made reference to similar incidents. Could we know more about them?" says Thomas, in his steadiest, cultures British accent.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Good to meet ya Jonah," Hamish says with a firm handshake, "I'm Hamish and this is me bro'ter Lachlan, though he's better known as Shorty."

 

[Yellow Sign]

"Morning, Lieutenant. Well we're friends of Jackson Elias. We'd like to know if you have any knowledge who the robbers were yesterday... and that suicide. Seems kind of convenient. I mean, mere robbers would hardly hang themselves.

"You also made reference to similar incidents. Could we know more about them?" says Thomas, in his steadiest, cultures British accent.

"Yes, I know. You were at the murder scene and helped capture our prisoner. Bad luck about his death. He hung himself with his bed sheets last night. We thought he as out of it. Didn't get any information out of him just mad ramblings. Why do you want to know about the other incidents. Your not with a newspaper are you?"

 

[Shapermc]

Holding out a hand he says "My name is Jonah Kensington."

"Like me bro'ter said the name is Shorty, see." He says embracing Jonah's hand and shaking it firmly.

"Now I guess that the Teach here has a few questions for ya."

[ooc: Sorry for not posting more, but it is MARDI GRAS time and I have been quite drunk lately.... I will ge back to posting more again on Weds... after I get over my hang over. /ooc]

 

[Krug]

"Yes, I know. You were at the murder scene and helped capture our prisoner. Bad luck about his death. He hung himself with his bed sheets last night. We thought he as out of it. Didn't get any information out of him just mad ramblings. Why do you want to know about the other incidents. Your not with a newspaper are you?"

"No I'm not. I don't think we've caught who's responsible for his death. I want to know more about the past murders. There's some pattern behind them isn't there? That bloody... SIGN. What have the police found out about it so far? Who were the past victims?"

 

[Yellow Sign]

Lt. Poole looks over Thomas and a slight smile crosses his face. "Oh, I see your playing at being Sherlock Holmes. Well I pretty much told you all we know yesterday. If you want a list of the other victims, I think I can get it for you. But I want to warn you. This is a police investigation. If you want to play the detective I cannot stop you. But if you withhold any information, I will throw you in the clink so fast it will make your head swim. And be warned this people are dangerous. This voodoo cult is dangerous and it's nothing to play around with."
He pulls out a sheet of paper and hands it too you. It has a list of names.



November 1, 1923 - Andrew Hill - 49 - White Male - Tailor
March 22, 1924 - Claudette Fieseler - 44 - White Female - House Wife
October 3, 1924 - David Derek - 24 - White Male- Waiter
January 14, 1925 - Nareen Katta - 35 - Black Female - Seamstress
April 2, 1925 - James Burgess - 65 - White Male - Stock Broker
May 29, 1925 - Bill Tole - 29 - White Male - Hobo
September 18, 1925 - Willy Grimes - 20 - Black Male - Dock Worker
December 5, 1925 - Frank Townsman - 55 - White Male - Banker

 

[Krug]

Thomas shows the list to the priest. "So in what kind of state were all these victims found? Was poor Elias the only one with thugs still around?"

"As for Evidence and clues, certainly we'd turn it over."

Thomas looks at the dates, wondering if there's any significance to them. "What ship did the dock worker Willy Grimes work on? Do you have a casefile by any chance?" Thomas tries to be as diplomatic as possible.

 

[Yellow Sign]

"The bodies were found dumped through out the city. They were all mutatled in the same manner that Mr. Elias was. Mr. Grimes worked on the docks and not on a specific ship." Lt. Poole shakes his head. "As for case files, they are police property and I cannot let you see them."

 

[Krug]

Thomas almost wants to curse but stops himself. He looks at Father Joe for more diplomatic and persuasive means to speak to the policeman.

American Buffoons!

 

[VorpalBunny]

Carter smiles as he shakes Jonah's hand. "Jonah, my associates and I are investigating the reason and persons responsible for Jackson's murder. After he was murdered we found a letter to Jackson from the Harvard Library regarding a book inquiry he made. Do you know what he was researching? Was it saomething for you?"