Masks of Nyarlathotep: Chapter 1 (New York City)

[deadestdai]

Raising his eyebrow at the mention of murder, Ulysees steps up to the man who had adressed him and interrupted. Excuse me, sir. I'm a friend of Mr Elias - Lieutenant Livermore, formerly of His Majesty's Royal Navy. I'm most distressed to hear of his..... Passing? And I couldn't stay silent any longer. I can undertand how such a like-able chap could amass such a band of well-wishers, and I would like to put my own person forward as another who would get to the bottom of this awful business!

He paused for an answer. What little he had gotten out of listening in on the conversation hadn't really indicated that he shouldn't trust these people's word, but he felt honour bound to serve Jackson's memory in the best way he could and these were the only people he could relate to in this.

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

"I'm going to go see what this is all about," William says, pushing himself up out of his chair. "Will you be alright?" he says, putting a hand on Miriam's shoulder. After a moment, he smirks a bit and walks out of the office door towards the two men speaking with Mr. Kensington.

"William Llewellyn-Phelps, pleased to make your acquaintances, gentlemen," he says, shaking the hand of the newcomers. "Anything I can help you with?"

"Navy, you say?" he says to Lt. Livermore. "My cousin was in the Navy, as well. Baxter Llewellyn, did you happen to know him?"

A little bit of OOC-ness, Baxter Llewellyn was a Navy vet I played in another COC game.

 

[deadestdai]

"I'm going to go see what this is all about," William says, pushing himself up out of his chair. "Will you be alright?" he says, putting a hand on Miriam's shoulder. After a moment, he smirks a bit and walks out of the office door towards the two men speaking with Mr. Kensington.

"William Llewellyn-Phelps, pleased to make your acquaintances, gentlemen," he says, shaking the hand of the newcomers. "Anything I can help you with?"

"Navy, you say?" he says to Lt. Livermore. "My cousin was in the Navy, as well. Baxter Llewellyn, did you happen to know him?"

Baxter Llewellyn....? Why yes, he was my lecturer in the academy. How "is" that old dog? Amazing I should hear of him now, I had thought him dead seeing as he must have been seventy when he taught me

 

[yangnome]

"Well, we thank you for your time si. You've been very helpful. as my colleague here said, I doubt your client had anything to do with this. Your gut feeling though made me wonder..."

father O'Malley looks at the other two, "Well, unless either of you have anythign you' like ot ask, I suggest we make our way over to the Ju Ju house."

 

[Ashy]

"I agree most whole heartidly, Father...", Charles nods his head and then turns to shake Mr. Emerson's hand. "Thank you again for your time and your most appreciated helpfulness. Please do contact us should you think of - or run across - anything else you think might be of note. Nothing would be too trival." With those words, Charles hands Emerson his business card and then departs with Father O'Malley.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Jibril also thanks Mr. Emerson, and exits with the other two.

Once outside and a little ways away from the business, Jibril says. "Okay, it's not evidence, but it's enough that our suspicions are definitely strong, right? We have three African assailants, using african bush knives, on one hand, and our frient asking about an African importer of African goods on the day pf his murder, just before he called me franticly asking me to meet him at the hotel."

 

[Gomez]

Prospero House

Looking around at the growing crowd, Jonah speaks up. "I see that everyone is here for the same reason it seems. Please let's go into my office where we can talk privately. Miss Woolgate, more coffee please."

Everyone moves into his office and everyone takes a seat. "Ok, let everyone introduce themselves and tell what brought you here. I am Jonah Kensington, owner and chief editor of Prospero House. I was a very good friend of Jackson and his publisher."

 

[Gomez]

The Ju-Ju House
Harlem

Flagging down a taxi. Charles, Father O'Malley, and Jibril take a ride up to Harlem. The taxi stops at a dirty alley off of 137th street, east of Lenox Avenue. Getting out of the car you see the short leads to a 20 foot square court. Crumbling tenements surround the court and many windows overlook the place. There are two doors leading from the court, a nondescript door that has a padlock on it and the other is a glass door next to a display window, both the window and the glass door are curtained. In the display window several pieces of African art can be seen. A sign saying Ju-Ju House, hangs above the door.

 

[Maerdwyn]

"All right - so what is our strategy here?" Jibril asks the other two after the taxi drives off. "There is, I think, a greater danger here than there was at Emerson's, and I believe we need a plan before going in."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Prospero House

Looking around at the growing crowd, Jonah speaks up. "I see that everyone is here for the same reason it seems. Please let's go into my office where we can talk privately. Miss Woolgate, more coffee please."

Everyone moves into his office and everyone takes a seat. "Ok, let everyone introduce themselves and tell what brought you here. I am Jonah Kensington, owner and chief editor of Prospero House. I was a very good friend of Jackson and his publisher."

"I am Miriam LeGou, member in good standing of the Spiritualist Society, medium to the Realms Beyond, Seer of Otherworldly Mysteries. Jackson Elias was my friends, and occasionally I would use my unique talents to aid him," Miriam says, looking up from her letter. Her gestures are wide and flowery as she describes her titles, and her tone clearly conveys the captial letters.