Masks of Nyarlathotep: Chapter 2 (London)

[Gomez]

The Inspector pages through he notes. "Let me see. He said that the Brotherhood of the Black Pharaoh killed its victims by staking them out in the desert to die of exposure and thirst. He also said that he knew of Elias as nothing but a sensation seeking profiteer. How did this Cult of the Bloody Tongue kill it's victims?"

 

[Gomez]

Northumberland Hotel, London

Miriam, Jibril, and Charles return to the hotel and check for any messages at the front desk.

Jibril [sblock] As you return to the hotel and check your messages at the front desk. Jibril notices a man walks into the hotel and sit down on one of the couches in the lobby. He is an arab in a light brown suit wearing a fez. He pulls out a newspaper and begins to read it. Looking up he makes eye contact with you and then quickly returns to his newspaper. He looks familiar to you and then you suddenly remember seeing him at the British Museum. [/sblock]

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Miriam is torn between enjoying the wonderful sights she's seen today and frustration that so little was accomplished. She bids a good evening to the others for the moment and goes into her room to write down a list of things to do tomorrow. A bit of research at the library, perhaps some articles on the Penhew Foundation, or the Carlyle Expedition, seeing if she could find any juicy gossip columns about any of the notables involved...

 

[Maerdwyn]

(ooc: Back from my trip...)

Jibril smiles at Charles and Miriam as they enter the lobby. "Thank you, friends for a most enjoyable afternoon. [*looking at Charles*] Do you know, I think I shall accept you offer of drink at the pub after all. [*then at Miriam*] You will join us, of course, Ummi?" Besides the fact that Charles made no such suggestion, this statement would be notable to both, as neither of them has ever seen Jibril consume alcohol of any type.

He ushers them outside, and in the moment when they are out the door and the Arab gentleman is still within, he says in a completely serious tone, "Do not look back, and continue smiling. The arab man inside the lobby, wearing a fez and light brown suit has followed us from the museum."

 

[Ashy]

Charles plucks up his glasses, and begins polishing them. "Oh my!", he says softly. "Whatever shall we do?!?"

 

[Maerdwyn]

ooc: could Jibril tell anything about the man's nationality (Is he from the Arabian Penninsula, the Levant [Palestine, Syria ,etc.], Egypt, North Africa, etc.?)

Jibril answes Charles with a smile, provided for any who may be watching. He slaps Charles on the back genially, and says "I suggest we take a taxi to New Scotland Yard. If our firends ae not there, we call the hotel and leave a message informing them that we think a friend of Mr. N'Kwame has paid us a visit at the hotel."

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

Miriam plasters a pleasent smile on her face as she keeps a death grip on her handbag.

"A most excellent idea, and let us carry it out with aclarity, shall we?" she says in brittle tones.

 

[Ashy]

Charles nods, hailing a cab.

Once within, he tells the driver. "Scotland Yard, my good fellow -- and step on it!"

OOC: I've always wanted to say that.

 

[yangnome]

"Staking them out in the desert? Dying of thirst? No, that doesn't sound similar at all. The bloody tongue murders from what I undertand have involved brtual deaths with ritual knives."

The priest pauses for a minute, "The description of Jackson doesn't seem fitting at all. I've known Jackson for years now and have even worked with him in teh past. Even supposing it were fitting though, he was certaily on to something or it wouldn't have gotten him killed. YOu don't suppose that this man had alterior motives for discounting Jackson when speaking with you, do you? You'll have to pardon my paranoia, but I too came close to meeting my end at the hands of the bloody tongues if it weren't for the grace of our father..."

The priest crosses his chest, then looks towards Jack "...and some quick thinking on the part of some friends."

 

[Gomez]

New Scotland Yard

The priest pauses for a minute, "The description of Jackson doesn't seem fitting at all. I've known Jackson for years now and have even worked with him in teh past. Even supposing it were fitting though, he was certaily on to something or it wouldn't have gotten him killed. YOu don't suppose that this man had alterior motives for discounting Jackson when speaking with you, do you?"

"Mr. Edward Gavigan of the Penhew Foundation is a highly respected expert in Egyptian history and folklore. We have consulted him on several of the stranger aspects of these murders. I cannot think of any reason he would have to slander Mr. Elias." says the Inspector.

OOC: Sorry for the delay. I was terribly sick for most of this week. I am back and feeling alot better!