Masks of Nyarlathotep: Chapter 2 (London)

[Gomez]

The British Museum

With giddy excitement, Charles walks into the British Museum with Miriam and Jibril. Charles' mind is a whirl with the burning question. "What to see first?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"The African exhibit, I rather think, followed by the Egyptian?" Miriam suggests.

 

[Ashy]

"Oh my, yes, yes. African would not normally be my first choice, but considering the circumstances..." Charles continues on blathering as they walk through the musuem. It is obvious that he is like a kid in a candy store....

 

[yangnome]

While walking towards the building, Father O'Malley turns to Jack.

"I think you'd likely be the best spokesman for the group while we are here. Perhaps due to your previous profession, they'll lend you a little more time than they would us. Do you think you are sober enough to handle it?"

 

[Gomez]

African Exhibit
British Museum

Miriam, Charles, and Jibirl find the African exhibit after a little searching and asking directions. It is right next to the more massive Egyptian exhibit. Tribal African art, tools, weapons, clothing, stuffed animals, and more can be found along the walls and in glass cases.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Jibril keeps an eye out for anything with familiar symbols on it, anything resembling the knives they were attacked with in New York, and anything that was donated by the Penhew Foundation, any of Carlye Expedition's principals, and, for any person that he has met or seen before who happens to be in the museum at present.

 

[Vendetta]

Jack glares at the priest. "I don't believe in god, not with the S#!t I've seen. So if you think I won't deck ya because of that collar, padre, you've got another thing coming!" Sure, he was aching for a snort of vodka or... or anything else, really. And there wasn't any prohibition here to make things difficult. But he hadn't had a drink all day, two in fact, and the father knew it. Jack lit up another cigarette and puffed at heavily. The priest had really gotten his ire up and he'd hoped the smoke might help calm him down and maybe not punch the guy anyway... just in case there was a god. But then, Jack looked at the priest again, waiting for him to say something else. "If there is a god, maybe this is a good time to thank him in kind for all the punches He'd thrown at me all this time." Jack thought, clinching his fist.

 

[yangnome]

Seeing Jack's anger overwhelm him, th priest squares towards him, stands straight and looks him into the eye.
"Look, I don't mean to be insulting, I just don't want to blow a potential lead, and we really don't have time to beat around the bush. You are a skilled investigator, and I thank you for finding me and Charles before something horrible happened. If you are up for it, fine. If not, I need to know now."

The priest notices the man's fist clench.
"Look, if I've insulted you and you want to hit me, fine. If you are angry with God for what has happened to your life and you want to take it out on me, fine. Keep in mind though that hitting me isn't going to fix your life, nor is it going to solve this murder. So what's it going to be?"

Father O'Malley continues to look deep into Jack's eyes waiting for an answer.

 

[Vendetta]

"Anyone ever tell you that you talk too much, padre?" Jack growls before turning and walking inside the foyer of Scotland Yard, thinking that he'd have to pop the priest later as beating down a clergyman in public might not be the best way to endear himself to the inspector.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Jibril keeps an eye out for anything with familiar symbols on it, anything resembling the knives they were attacked with in New York, and anything that was donated by the Penhew Foundation, any of Carlye Expedition's principals, and, for any person that he has met or seen before who happens to be in the museum at present.

*While Miriam is essentially doing the same, she also keeps her mind open to anything that might muddy the auras around her.*