Masks of Nyarlathotep: Chapter 1 (New York City)

[Vendetta]

"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.

'Christ! A palm reading loon. Why couldn't she have been a cute young lady who didn't try to talk to dead people?' the shabby detective moans inwardly while wearing a pleasant smile on his face.

"The name's Jack Chance, Private Investigator." He says, confidently. "I was working a murder case with the same MO a year ago but the trail went cold. I figure it's time to crack this thing."

 

[Ashy]

"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."

Charles nods slightly, thinking hard. Suddenly, he brightens a bit and whispers to the two men conspiratorialy, "Well, we could use the guise of my shop - I could be seeking to begin a little importing of my own. Jibril, you could be my partner and Father O'Malley could be the customer for whom I will be doing most of the importing..."

Charles knew it was a desperate grasp at slippery straws, but it was the best he could do at the moment; he was not much good at thinking under pressure...

 

[yangnome]

Though I don't like being dishonest, I do think we need to be careful in here. Jackson was killed within 24 hours of whatever business he conducted here. The way I see it htough, we have both a negro artist and a antiquities collector here. You two can come up with whatever story you like, I'm just along for the ride.

If you want ot find out if he is indeed hte killer, we might want to mention that Jackson refered us to his business. That should at least get some sort of reaction from him. of coure, that could also place us in the same danger. Perhaps we should have contacted Lt Poole and informed him of our leads first....that way if something happened to us, they'd have had something to work from.

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

"Ok, let everyone introduce themselves and tell what brought you here."

"William Llewellyn-Phelps, but then I already told you that," William grins. "Author. I, too, worked with Elias, and he consulted on a few of my books. I was one of the ones who found him."

 

[Vendetta]

"William Llewellyn-Phelps, but then I already told you that," William grins. "Author. I, too, worked with Elias, and he consulted on a few of my books. I was one of the ones who found him."

"Can you confirm the markings cut into him? Like a symbol?" Jack asks, hurridly... he has to know if it is exactly the same. He draws out a quick sketch on a note pad he keeps in his pocket to show to Mr. Llewellyn-Phelps.

 

[Ashy]

Though I don't like being dishonest, I do think we need to be careful in here. Jackson was killed within 24 hours of whatever business he conducted here. The way I see it htough, we have both a negro artist and a antiquities collector here. You two can come up with whatever story you like, I'm just along for the ride.

If you want ot find out if he is indeed hte killer, we might want to mention that Jackson refered us to his business. That should at least get some sort of reaction from him. of coure, that could also place us in the same danger. Perhaps we should have contacted Lt Poole and informed him of our leads first....that way if something happened to us, they'd have had something to work from.

Charles plucks off his spectacles and quickly begins polishing them. "You know...Father....that...that is not a half bad idea." He begins looking mournfully around for the cab that left a moment ago, despite not being able to see much without his glasses.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Though I don't like being dishonest, I do think we need to be careful in here. Jackson was killed within 24 hours of whatever business he conducted here. The way I see it htough, we have both a negro artist and a antiquities collector here. You two can come up with whatever story you like, I'm just along for the ride.

If you want ot find out if he is indeed hte killer, we might want to mention that Jackson refered us to his business. That should at least get some sort of reaction from him. of coure, that could also place us in the same danger. Perhaps we should have contacted Lt Poole and informed him of our leads first....that way if something happened to us, they'd have had something to work from.

"I am not a Negro, sir, but I take your meaning. Perhaps we should place a call to the police or to our friends - if they are still at Prospero House - before entering.

We could enter now, and find out what we can, while you follow several minute later - perhaps under the ruse of fundraising for the local parish - do you know the name of the Harlem parish, or its Bishop? He would have to leave either us or you unattended for a few minutes to deal with the other.

I think my story will involve a painting Mr. Elias commissioned from me last week - he wanted it to include certain themes from Kenyan art and, say, religion? I was to speak with him, along with my professor, here, this morning regarding more specifics, but have received no answer upon ringing him, decided to do some research myself. Could Mr. N'Kwane, please show me the kinds of things Mr. Elias was intested in?"

 

[deadestdai]

As I stated before, Lieutenant Livermore. 'Elias was a personal friend. I had saved his life some time ago. To no avail though, it seems..... Ulysees sighs sadly then peers over at the tramp's drawing.

(OOC - does Uly' recognise the mark at all from his Naval tours?)

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Miriam peers over the paper as well, then goes to dig out her pencil and notebook to write down some of her thoughts.*

Dr. Hudson, psychiatrist, could explain Carlyle's dreams? Was mentioned in the vision, corroborates with the words I said as well as Jackson's own writings about Carlyle bringing about something horrible, must inquire. Ask Father?

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

"Can you confirm the markings cut into him? Like a symbol?" Jack asks, hurridly... he has to know if it is exactly the same. He draws out a quick sketch on a note pad he keeps in his pocket to show to Mr. Llewellyn-Phelps.

William puts on his reading glasses and reaches out to take the paper from Jack. "Yes, this appears to be it. Rather bizarre, isn't it? Like a skull, vaguely. Do you have any idea what it is?" He hands the paper back.