Masks of Nyarlathotep: Chapter 2 (London)

[Maerdwyn]

Edited after Maerdwyn's blunder.

 

[Vendetta]

Careful not to let the burnt out bits of match lay about to be noticed the next day, Jack lights another and heads quickly upstairs where he listens at the door.

 

[yangnome]

The priest remains outside the front of the shop, trying to stand in a shadow so he isn't noticed if someone does come along. He tries to keep his nerves at bay, continuing to recite the prayer in his head.

 

[Gomez]

"Terrible. Terrible." He regards the man sympathically for a moment, happening to overhear everything he can. He then says, maybe a little apologetically to the manager, as if it is rude to consider such things while another person is hurt, "When you have a moment, and after the police are finished of course, I would like to settle our account - we will pay for this evening, of course. You have provided us wonderful accomodations during our stay," he adds with a smile of appreciation. "You may let your man rest - under the circumstances, I think we can port our own belongings," Jibril says, indicating the injured bellhop, though he fully intends to speak to the young man when they get back downstairs, and continues, "Though we would like to speak to him and reward him for his service to us over the past few days."

OOC: Just a note. This is not the original hotel that you checked into and where you luggage is now. This is the Continental Hotel that is down the street from Scotland Yard. You checked in earlier today.

The manager looks at Jibril. "I will get someone to help you with you luggage in a moment sir. If you could please wait a few moments as I deal with this." He says.

William speaks up. "Jibril, don't you think we should check on Charles and Miriam before we decide to leave?" William emphases the words 'check on'

 

[Gomez]

Careful not to let the burnt out bits of match lay about to be noticed the next day, Jack lights another and heads quickly upstairs where he listens at the door.

Listening at the door, Jack hears nothing.

 

[Maerdwyn]

OOC: Just a note. This is not the original hotel that you checked into and where you luggage is now. This is the Continental Hotel that is down the street from Scotland Yard. You checked in earlier today.

ooc: Sorry, totally had that mixed up. Do you want me to edit? I'd though we were going to call back to this hotel and pick up out liggage at the old hote, before returning here. Sorry. Jibril wouldn't have said they were leaving here tonight in this case...

 

[Gomez]

OOC: I was going by this on what you did first.

Maybe we should check in with Miriam and Charles, then retrieve our things fro mthe other hotel tonight.

You can edit if you wish. No big deal!

 

[Maerdwyn]

ooc: meant check in on them by phone, but only phrased it that way in my own mind; oops
If we can back up a bit, I'd appreciate it. In this case, when Jibril and William enter the lobby and see the bell hop with the bloody towel and the police:


Jibril face goes pale. He doesn't wait to see what's going on, but says to William, "Miriam and Charles!" and the two of them hurry, calmy but purposefully to their suite, fearing the worst.

 

[Gomez]

Going up to the room. Jibril and William see that the front door is ajar. Inside the room is a mess and there are signs of a struggle. Miriam and Charles are no where to be found.

 

[Maerdwyn]

"Yaha! YAHA!" Jibril shouts, and expects William is saying something to similar meaning. Without touching anything, he sprints down to the lobby yelling for the police.