Masks of Nyarlathotep - Chapter 1: New York City

[Toric_Arthendain]

Joe lead his companions into the small living room of the attached apartment, picking up a couple of empty glasses from the coffee table as he walked in. "As you can see Evelyn, I'm not exactly a neat freak."

Returning the glasses to the kitchen, Joe called over his shoulder. "Please, make yourselves comfortable. I'll be out in a moment. Anyone care for a drink? I have some beer and a bottle of red wine, plus water and some orange juice. Not much but the best I can do on short notice."

 

[Krug]

"A beer would be good," says Thomas, never one to turn down a pint.

 

[Festy_Dog]

"So, if we're lookin' to solve this mystery, we need ta' figure where this loot leads us," Shorty says, "Might give that stuff we found in that basement a closer look, eh?"

 

[KitanaVorr]

Evelyn sat down primly on a chair. "Not a neat freak, even with God just a step away peering down over your shoulder," she teased after requesting a glass of red wine. "So what did you find in the basement?"

 

[Festy_Dog]

"Well, there was a fethry cloak, a pair o' clawed gloves, a couple of other things I think..." Hamish continues as he removes them from his person and lays them out.

[ooc: I'm assuming they'd been brought along. ]

"Hmm," Shorty starts taking a closer look at them, "Any idea of their origin?"

 

[VorpalBunny]

[ooc: I'm assuming they'd been brought along...

[OOC: Yeah, you guys stuffed 'em into a bag before you left the Ju-Ju House. Since no one mentioned doing anything else with the bag I assumed you were carrying it with you. If you need your memory jogged with respect to what's in the bag, remember I've got the contents itemized <<here>>]

 

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January 16th, 1926
Saint Catherine’s Catholic Church
New York City, New York

The Players:

Thomas Anderson - British Ex-Butler/Bodyguard. Formally Played by Krug. Currently a NPC

Father Joe Savino - Italian Catholic Priest and Expert in Psychology. Played by Toric_Arthendain.

Lachian "Shorty" Gilliadh - Gangster and Idea man. Played by Shapermc.

Hamish Gilliadh - Twin Brother of "Shorty" and the Brawn of the Duo. Played by Festy_Dog.

Professor John Carter - Professor of Anthropology. Currently plagued by night terrors. Played by VorpalBunny.

Evelyn Winslow - Beautiful Female Reporter for the New York Times. Formally played by KitanaVorr. Currently a NPC.

William Blair - Unemployed Lawyer and Recovering Drunkard. Played by Maerdwyn.

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An odd collection of people sit around the small round table in Father Joe's apartment. A desk, a small bed, some overstuffed bookcases, and a small kitchenette seem to be jammed into the tiny room. A tiny radiator tries to keep the room warm and it is failing badly. Light from a tall thin window spills into the room. The sky is grey and colorless outside. The snow of last night is pilled up across the church's small garden. People shuffle by on the street bordering the church rapped up tightly against the cold cutting wind.

Twin brothers by their look, one broad shouldered with a casual easy going expression on his face and the other is slightly smaller but with a quick and intelligent gaze.

A catholic priest with a worried expression sits next to a well dressed but very nervous man. The priest talks calm and kind words in his ear and the man turns to the doctor with a half smile.

A tall stiff backed gentleman who wonders what has he gotten into.

A pretty young lady with black hair holds a note pad and she is furiously taking notes as the others speak.

A few half full glasses with blood red wine and amber colored beer, and hot cups of coffee sit on the table. But the group seems to be focused on the contents of a leopard skin that has been put on the table. The items include:

• A book titled Africa's Dark Sects stamped as the property of the trustees of Harvard University.
• A long feathered shawl.
• 2 glove-like garments with a lion's claws attached at the end of the fingers.
• An African devil mask carved from wood.
• A burnished copper bowl
• A carved scepter
• A headband of grey metal


The Evelyn speaks. “So what’s your business with all this? How did you ever uncover this Voodoo Cult in Harlem? There must have been some reason that you were looking for them or did you just stumble upon them and then call the police.”

 

[Maerdwyn]

William arrives at the church, missing his target of being only twenty minutes late by about twenty minutes. He's unshaven, and his suit is still wet in places from walking around the city in the snow yesterday, but he knows Father Joe won't care too much how he looks. But Why does he have to make these meetings so damned early. Ain't it enough that I'm off the sauce, but I gotta get up with the sun, too, just to talk about it? Still, William hadn't missed one of these meetings in three months, and he might as well keep it up for now.

He makes his way to the rectory office, ready to report to Father joe that he still hadn't found a job. There were plenty of folks who needed legal help these days - just no one with money to pay for it. That, and William hadn't been trying too hard. He tries to open the door the office, but finds it locked. He knocks, waits a couple seconds, then again. Huh. The good father's later than I am. Heh. The day sudenly just a little brighter, William heads off in the direction of Joe's apartment to wake him. When he sees the collection of golashes and umbrellas by the door, he pauses, confused, then knocks on the door, which opens slightly in the process. He says, "Father Joe? It's William - we still on this morning?" As the door slowly swings away from his knocking hand, William sees the others in the room, the stuff laid out before them, including the mask, and finally, the priest. "Father Joe?"

 

[Festy_Dog]

“So what’s your business with all this? How did you ever uncover this Voodoo Cult in Harlem? There must have been some reason that you were looking for them or did you just stumble upon them and then call the police.”

Hamish kept his mouth shut and rubbed his sore shoulder. Those dead folk were mighty strong for things that shouldn't have been moving at all. He didn't think about it any more deeply than that, it made him confused if he tried. As to the current moment, he knew better than to open his mouth for something as important as this. This was his brother's area of expertise.

Hearing a knock at the door Hamish placed a hand under his coat, resting it on his gun. He was still quite uneasy, and an unexpected guest arriving while all their loot was spread across a table put him on the defensive.