Masks of Nyarlathotep: Chapter 1 (New York City)

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Once out of the hotel, Miriam still looks a little white.*

"My dears, I'm afraid I'm more than a little shaken by what I saw... do you think we can find a cafe and have a bit of coffee? I want to talk about... what we're going to do next," Miriam says, wrapping her coat tightly around herself.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Jibril nods. I want to talk, too. Everyone here seems to know something about what's going on. Who's Carlyle? What was this Stanford case? "I think that is a good suggestion, madam." He offers her his arm again, more for support this time than politeness. He thinks about his friend's body lying there, butchered, then tries to put it from his mind for the moment. I want to find out what happened, but - it's good to be out of that room.

 

[yangnome]

"A cafe seems like a wonderful idea. I know a wonderful little place arund the corner that has a private area we can sit in and talk. I too would like to discuss what we're going to do from here. Afterwards, if anyone here feels the need to pray, or perhaps confess, I'd be more than happy to pray with you as well. I know I won't be getting much sleep tonight anyway."

 

[Gomez]

After a short walk to the cafe, you sit at an out of the way back table and the quiet atmosphere of the cafe and hot cups of coffee do much to sooth your frayed emotions.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*After two cups of heavily sugared coffee, Miriam finally regains her equilibirum enough to speak.*

"I found a letter from a woman at Harvard, talking about a book Jackson was looking for. The book wasn't in the collection, though she thought the information might be in some other books... Oddly enough, her name is Miriam too. That's one place I can look, at least," Miriam offers, spreading out her hastily-copied letter.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Jibril makes sure he knows everyone's name. The lady is Miriam, the priest is Father O'Malley, and that's William. "So, you three have worked on investigations with Mr. Jackson before? The cults?" he begins hesitantly. "I'd like to help, if you'll let me. I did some scouting for the British in the War, and I'm good in a library - but I might need some help getting acquainted with what you already know."

ooc: Jibril is new to all of this, but I've read the threads, so if anyone wants to fill him in they can use as much or as little detail as they like.

 

[yangnome]

"Well, with what you heard us tell the police, I think you are about as caught up as we are Jibril. Unfortunately, it seems that we're starting this investigation with very little information."

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

"Yes," William says, sipping his coffee, "you know about as much as we do, as little as it is. You may or may not remember the Carlyle affair we spoke of - a few years back, a wealthy gentleman disappeared in Africa, along with several other people. So where exactly were you helping the British? Arabia?" he says, making conversation and trying to ease the tension of that evening by bringing up other subjects.

 

[Maerdwyn]

"Yes - well, Palestine. I scouted the railways there, and in Palestine, before attacks by the men following Al-Oranse* or the British forces." A bit of a cloud passes over Jibril's face, and for just a second he doesn't speak. "Were you in the War?"


*Arabic corruption of T.E. Lawrence's last name.

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

"In the war? Yes, I was," William says, but turns pensive. It's obvious he doesn't really wish to speak overmich of his time in the Army...

He looks at Miriam's letter. "Hmm. Says nothing of what the book's title this was, or what information was contained in it." He sighs. "So, how does everyone think we should proceed?"