Masks of Nyarlathotep - Chapter 1: New York City

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Elias Jackson She racked her mind to see what she knew of this guy.

Evelyn thinks she remembers a blurb in the paper a few days back about some writer named Jackson Elias who was murdered in his hotel room. Come to think of it. You believe he was hacked up with machetes.
 

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"Whatever you guys are involved in, I want in on it," Evelyn declared with a very determined gleam in her eye. "And I can help you. I've got connections and I've got smarts...plus being a dame can get me into places you probably couldn't even swagger into without causing a scene. You guys need me to solve this problem and I want to have exclusive story rights to it."
 

Bored, Thomas looks to see how the conversation with Evelyn is going... and maybe have a smoke or a drink.
 
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"Are you sure about that Evelyn?" Joe asks. "So far we have been in a great deal of danger. And Professor Carter has had a breakdown of sorts. Are you sure you want to subject yourself to this?"
 

"I don't mind her comin' along. I can take responsibility for taken' care of her. I mean, she's how we're gonna prove we did all this, yeah? Put it in the paper 'n' all," Hamish adds.
 

Her chin tilted stubbornly. "I can handle whatever you can, Father Joe. Let me into your little circle of trust and you won't regret it." Seeing that Hamish was the one truly rooting for her here, she gave him her most charming smile. "You won't regret at all," she repeated with a wink.
 

Hamish chuckles and blushes.

Shorty thinks for a moment.

"So what do we do now? Where can we go from here?" he asks the others for their opinions.
 

"I'm sure that you would be quite an asset in any investigative endeavor, ma'am," Joe replies. "It's just that what we have seen is quite awful. But this story may need to ultimately be told so I suppose having someone with your skills around would be a positive. I have no problem with you joining us, so long as you realize what you might be getting into."

Turning to Shorty, he says, "I don't know where we go next. Maybe we all need to sleep on it, not that sleeping would be all that easy at the moment."
 

"Well, why don't head out to a loung, chat over some coffee (drinks) and let me ask you more questions about not just this case, but all of you as well. Nothing grabs the reader like a little human interest - makes it more real." Though how more surreal it can get is beyond me!

Glancing back at the room, Evelyn turns her attention to them. "Do you think Carter will be alright here? He doesn't seem too well..."
 

As you're talking in front of Carter's room, a nurse approaches your group.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to have to ask you not to loiter in the hallway. The Professor needs his rest before he is transferred." she says as she maneuvers herself so that she is standing in between your group and the door. She folds her arms across her chest and looks expectantly at you.
 

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