Masks of Nyarlathotep - Chapter 1: New York City

[KitanaVorr]

"Come on," Evelyn said as she moved toward the lounge, motioning for the others to follow. "Let's go sit over here and talk a bit. Tell me each about yourselves and how you got involved in this...craziness."

She sat down on a chair, daintily resting her pad on her knees. Her ankles crossed and just a hint of perhaps a silk slip appeared at the edge of her dress, but there was plenty of leg and plenty of smile on her to invite the men to join her in spilling their life's history.

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

Joe followed the reporter and the others into the hospital lounge, and took a seat where he could keep his eyes on the entrance to the room. The last few days had made him skittish, and maybe a bit paranoid.

At Evelyn's request, Joe started. "I've already told you what happened since we all joined together. Prior to getting involved in this mess, I was a Priest at a small Catholic church in the Village, Saint Catherines. Assuming that I live through this investigation, I guess I'll return to the church and re-assume my duties. But already I feel...detached...from my former life, even though it has only been a few days since my life was turned upside down by the death of Jackson Elias. In addition to being a Priest, I've done a little boxing in my earlier years and I have a degree in Psychology. I was born in Italy but have been in New York for quite a few years."

Looking around at his companions, Joe suddenly falls quiet, not wanting to monopolize the conversation.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Take a seat bro'ter," Shorty said, and Hamish silently took a seat, "Our story, eh?"

Shorty gives a charming smile.

"We do the odd job here and there, handy-men you might calls us, but our work... differs... from most handy-men, see? We usually do the odder of odd jobs, acquire things for people most often, when they find the trouble involved in doing it themselves might be too much," Shorty smiles a crafty smile this time, and gives the reporter a wink to reinforce his innuendo, "Our occupation ain't something that needs to be talked in the papers though. Might make our life harder if you catch my drift."

 

[Krug]

"I'm a former waiter, and wishing I still had my job now. I know not what madness we have gotten ourselves into, but they never talked about this stuff in church," says Thomas.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Evelyn tapped her pencil, eyeing each of them in turn as they spoke. "So, you're all in the dark as well? And Professor Carter, the one who called this little mob together is two gallons loose of a full tank." A thoughtful look crossed her features. "I can look him up, check with some contacts and see if we can find out more about this Elias Jackson and maybe a bit more about what he's been up to get someone awful mad enough to hack him up."

Winking at Shorty, she smiled, that slow and knowing smile. "Don't worry. I know how to protect my sources."

 

[Toric_Arthendain]

"So, the question becomes, what do we do now? Where do we go from here?" Joe asks, looking around at the small group. "I think that if Evelyn is going to work with us, we need to show her everything we've discovered about this case. Her reporter's instinct might help us decide where this investigation needs to go. Let's go somewhere more private and show her all the documents and items that we've found since all this craziness started. We can go to my place in the Village unless someone has a better idea?"

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Sounds good," Shorty replies.

"Yup," Hamish adds.

 

[Krug]

"Yes, let's do that," says Thomas, eager to get out of the hospital.

 

[VorpalBunny]

[OOC: In the interest of moving the game along, and with Kit away for a bit I think it's OK to assume that Evelyn would agree to Fr. Savino's idea to head back to his apt. to inventory your stuff and consolidate some leads. With that in mind, I'd like to pick things up there.]

The short taxi ride to Fr. Savino's apartment is spent in purposeful silence - your thoughts are a million miles away as each of you contemplate your adventure so far. When the taxi stops in front of the rectory of St. Catherines RC church in the village you barely notice. As you stumble out, a cold January wind bites at you, bringing your thoughts back to the job at hand.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Evelyn glanced around and couldn't help but remark. "I don't think I'd ever feel holy enough to live in cathedral." The reporter smiled as she headed up the steps after the priest. "I'd feel such a compulsion to be a neat freak."