Masks of Nyarlathotep: Chapter 1 (New York City)

[Gomez]

Offices of the Medical Affairs Board of the State of New York

Miriam steps into the lobby of the building followed by Jibril and Charles. Charles stumbles and spills his papers on the floor. As Jibirl and Charles pick them up, Miriam scans the buildings registry and finds the Medical Affairs Board is located on the third floor. A short elevator ride takes you to the third floor. You quickly find the right door and enter. Inside is an office with several desks. Two young women are typing and a middle aged man is sitting at a larger desk in the back of the room. He appears to be going over some paper work. There are two other doors in the room. One is closed and the other is open. Rows of tall file cabinets and shelves with boxes can be seen inside. The man at the desk looks up as you enter. "Yes? Can I help you?"

 

[Maerdwyn]

Jibril looks, slightly expectantly, at Miriam. figuring this is her inquiry at this point.

 

[Ashy]

Charles follows Jibril's eyes to Miriam. He raises his eyebrows and smiles, as if to indicate that the ball is in Miriam's court...

 

[Andrew D. Gable]

William walks around and look for the knife. After a few moments he finds it hanging on a wall. As he picks it up and tests it, I is apparent that the blade is very dull and the weapon itself is only ment for display.

"What tribe is this knife from? It's quite a nice weapon," William asks. "My name is Henry Prescott. Formerly of Her Majesty's Army, stationed in Egypt. While I was there, I developed quite an interest in African tribes. Of course I had to look in this shop once I'd heard of it."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Offices of the Medical Affairs Board of the State of New York

Miriam steps into the lobby of the building followed by Jibril and Charles. Charles stumbles and spills his papers on the floor. As Jibirl and Charles pick them up, Miriam scans the buildings registry and finds the Medical Affairs Board is located on the third floor. A short elevator ride takes you to the third floor. You quickly find the right door and enter. Inside is an office with several desks. Two young women are typing and a middle aged man is sitting at a larger desk in the back of the room. He appears to be going over some paper work. There are two other doors in the room. One is closed and the other is open. Rows of tall file cabinets and shelves with boxes can be seen inside. The man at the desk looks up as you enter. "Yes? Can I help you?"

"Of course my dear. It has come to my attention that the files of the late Dr. Hudson have come to rest here. It was quite well known that Mr. Carlyle, his last patient, was an explorer of the unknown and the unusual. His insights that he revealed to Dr. Hudson will undoubtedly be of Great Import in the coming months. I am a member of the Spiritualist Society, Miriam LeGou is my name, and on their behalf I would like to peruse the files in order to carry on the Great Insights of Mr. Carlyle. One man's madness is another woman's wisdom, and I would approach such Insights with the Utmost Respect and Discretion towards the dead," Miriam intones, the capital letters clearly audible. She projects a combination of no-nonsense common to mothers, with the slight arrogance of an expert not expecting to be denyed by a desk peon.

 

[deadestdai]

And I'm Lieutenant Livermore of His Magesty's Navy, here to peruse and hopefully find some interesting artifacts that you chaps so "artfully" put together. He chortles offering a small smile. He then look's to Baxter's knife. Is this it then old bean?

 

[yangnome]

Father O'Malley wanders around the shop, trying to get a good look at the two men behind the counter (Either of them look similar to those in Jackson's room?) He wanders around, picking up an occassional item, examines it, then sets it back down. occassionally he makes a comment to one of the other gentleman about certain details of the item that catch his eye.

gomez:

Spoiler

OOC: I'll be away from computer/internet connection until Monday evening. i apologize for not posting much as of late, but life has been hectic. As a bit of a warning, it will only be getting worse in two weeks time. I should still have time to participate though.

 

[Gomez]

"What tribe is this knife from? It's quite a nice weapon," William asks.

The shop keeper grins. "That sir, is a pranga. It is a long african bush knife used my many tribes in eastern and southern Africa. I believe that one is from the east african Luo tribe."

 

[Gomez]

"Of course my dear. It has come to my attention that the files of the late Dr. Hudson have come to rest here. It was quite well known that Mr. Carlyle, his last patient, was an explorer of the unknown and the unusual. His insights that he revealed to Dr. Hudson will undoubtedly be of Great Import in the coming months. I am a member of the Spiritualist Society, Miriam LeGou is my name, and on their behalf I would like to peruse the files in order to carry on the Great Insights of Mr. Carlyle. One man's madness is another woman's wisdom, and I would approach such Insights with the Utmost Respect and Discretion towards the dead," Miriam intones, the capital letters clearly audible. She projects a combination of no-nonsense common to mothers, with the slight arrogance of an expert not expecting to be denyed by a desk peon.

"The Miriam LeGou? My wife just adores you. She has had serveral reading from you. Quite insightful! Oh I am sorry where are my manners. I am Adrian Ferris, the secretary to the board." he says with a smile.

OOC:

Spoiler

You beat him on a opposed Diplomacy roll by 4 points. Great Role-play!

"Let me see.... a Dr. Hudson?......" He opens a large ledger and pages through it. "Here it is...Dr. Robert Ellington Huston. Humm now normally only Dr. Huston's heirs or patients can have access to his files." He looks around and lowers his voice. "Mr. LeGou, you were of coarse one of Dr. Hudson's patients. Right?" He says with a wink.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Ah, your wife is Alicia! Lovely woman. But of course I was Dr. Husdon's patient, dear Adrian. Even one such as myself needs help from time to time," Miriam says with a smile.