The Beast Within [Dark*Matter D20]

[Paxus Asclepius]

Booting up the computer on his desk, Sheriff Barrington quickly prints off Rachel Silver's current address, passing it over to Caleb. He finds to his surprise that it doesn't match the one listed in Rachel's Hoffmann file.

"You telling me we've got two of these lycani... lycon... wearcritters running around there parts?" Sheriff Barrington cuts across Caleb's line of thought. "We're quite the hotbed of monster activity by the sound of things. Guess it must be something in the water." He laughs.

"Anyhow, if you have any luck getting a lead on the dealers 'round here, drop me a line, you hear? We've been having problems getting anyone to tell us anything, and the dealers themselves seem to be being mighty cautious.

"Anyway, there anything else I can do for you folks? And where can I get in touch with you if I need to?"

Lisa gives her own cell phone number, and those of any other group members she has stored. "Cell phones aren't terribly secure, so we shouldn't say too much over them, but they're a lot more convenient than a land line."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Thanks for all your help, sir," says John, still going through the files.

 

[loxmyth]

"We'll definitely let you know about the dealers, when we track them down," Daunte assures the sheriff. Turning to John, he nods. "Good catch, forgot that Kyle wasn't the same type of werecritter. So, shall we go pay these folks a visit? We can read the files on the drive over."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Sounds like a plan." John stuffs the paper back into the file and rises. "Thanks again for the help."

 

[Jarval]

"Thanks." Sheriff Barrington quickly jots down the numbers on a slip of paper, and places it in a drawer in his desk. He shakes hands firmly with each of you, then passes Lisa a card.

"That's got my own cell number on it, and the station's number. You give me a call if you need anything." He says as he shows you out of his office. You quickly find your own way out of the station to the small parking lot outside.


(OoC: It's now 9:32 PM. Are you heading back to the Oak Hill Motel or paying Rachel or Kyle a rather late night visit?)

 

[Paxus Asclepius]

(OoC: It's now 9:32 PM. Are you heading back to the Oak Hill Motel or paying Rachel or Kyle a rather late night visit?)

"It's been a long day. I vote we head back to the motel and grab some sleep."

 

[Thomas Hobbes]

"Yeah," said John, smiling slightly as he discards the idea of putting any meaning on who the Sheriff handed the card. "Sounds like a plan."

 

[loxmyth]

"I guess so," Daunte reluctantly agrees. He had hoped to move as quickly as possible on this, so as not to give anyone any chance to prepare for their arrival. But it had been a long day, and he had to admit to himself that thinking the culprit might catch wind of them and high tail it in the next eight or so hours was highly paranoid. "Back to the hotel it is, then."

 

[Verbatim]

"Give me one second guys..."

Taking the files over to the copier, Caleb quickly burned a copy for him to look over tonight at the hotel.

"It never hurts to have another set to look over."

Getting in the van with the others, his mind quickly began sorting everything they had learned so far.

 

[Jarval]

Once Caleb has finished his photocopying, you return to the motel, bedding down for a an early night...


Febuary 29th, 2004. 8:17 AM. Oak Hill Motel Restaurant, Bavinton Keys, Florida.

The night passes uneventfully, and you gather in the small restaurant attached to the motel for breakfast. Other than yourselves, the restaurant is empty apart from the sounds drifting through from the kitchen of the cook whistling happily to himself.