Getting Their Bearings: Part Two

[Consumer]

Getting their Bearings: Part Two

Location:Various Areas, West Virginia
Date: Thursday, March 23nd, 1925. 10:00 AM (Approximately 5 minutes has passed)
Weather: 55 degrees Fahrenheit; partly cloudy.
I.S.P. Modifier: x1
Case Notes: The Highway

Isaiah: Lore, Demons and Monsters (Crit Fail) [Trying to piece together what fits the bill the best or if any creature names jump out in his mind as they talk.] Nothing comes to mind. (I have no good reason to abuse Isaiah with his crit fail this time)
Streetwise - Weird [The lack of a vehicle or any evidence is weird, maybe a twisted family living off grid] No clue, nothing seems to make sense.
Zachary: Lore: Paranormal and Psionics (whether there might be such anomalies that could allow a vehicle to suddenly disappear upon contact.) Nothing comes to mind.

George’s Scrapyard, Bellwood, West Virginia
Isaiah, Zachary, Sean?

"I find books hold a great many secrets too few care to find. I had a run in with a Boogey Man some years ago. Twisted monster-men that primarily hunt children and are isolationists. The Dar'ota is what's commonly known in folklore as a Succubus or Incubus. Demonic monsters that use shape changing to seduce and kill people. Never seen one, but read about them."

George shrugs at Isaiah’s response. ”I’ll take your word for it.” He says before taking a healthy sip of his coffee.

"Have you seen any tire tracks that indicate the vehicles move deeper into the woodlands, or somewhere else? It is odd that the vehicles seem to vanish without a trace but it's not exactly easy to drive them through the wooded areas without leaving some sort of trail."

Like I said before, I haven’t seen anything yet, you guys interrupted my investigation. As for vehicles disappearing, I have no real thoughts on it, for all I know whatever it is is eating the cars too.” George responds.

"Perhaps searching the woodlands around the road during the daytime might help reveal that?"

George shrugs. ”Day or night likely doesn’t matter too much, it’s real easy to get lost in the hollers and ravines in the area.” George says.

"Oh, I think you said you were willing to show the device you were working on?"

George sets his coffee down and gets up. ”Sure, it isn’t really flashy like some of my other devices, but it was supposedly going to be useful.” George says as he walks over to a table and picks up what appears to be a bulky set of goggles encrusted with wires and small transistors.

”I call them my seeing goggles, they let me see a bunch of stuff you can’t normally see, it’s how I knew you weren’t trouble when you approached.” George says. To Zachary, they appear to be a more advanced version of his Ghost Sight Goggles.

"I've been back and forth on the idea, but I'm almost wondering if it's not even a creature we're trying to find here."

I suppose it could just be some crazy folk holed up in the woods, but I wouldn’t bet money on that.” George says.

"Isaiah, you're one heck of a bookworm, but I concur. Think we'll only have speculation to go by at this point if we don't see the site for ourselves. Just might need to watch our step. We could also try setting up bait if this happens to be a creature, and one exclusively targeting cars for whatever reason. That car back at the Whitlach mansion oughta be working some."

”That’s really the problem. We don’t know exactly where the attacks are happening save a four mile stretch of road. That is a lot of area to cover.” George says.

GM Note: The car you drove here in is the car from the Whitlach Estate. ~Consumer

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Carl’s Diner, Prosperity, West Virginia
Nigel

The past few weeks have been a weird time for Nigel. It all started with a meeting in a townhome in the lower eastside of London, where a ranking member of the Illuminated Order of the Coiled Serpent called him to a meeting. The details were sparse, but the task was clear. Nigel was to go to America and find out who was killing members of the order. Passage was set on a steamer, and a cover identity as a member of the University of Virginia’s faculty was created. Nigel’s actual contact was a man named Carl who runs a diner in a small rail town known as Prosperity. It’s here that the nice gentleman named Michael drops off Nigel with his bags. The building is not horribly big and screams utility, but it also generates a sort of welcoming warmth. A few cars are in the small gravel parking lot, but it doesn’t appear to be busy at the moment.

Upon entering, Nigel sees a clean well lit eatery with a few tables and a bar. A man in rugged clothes, wearing a cowboy hat quietly plays a battered acoustic guitar in the corner, while a pair of men in dirty overalls eat breakfast. A woman in a simple blue dress tends to their needs before going back behind the bar. Through a narrow window in the back, Nigel sees what is likely the largest, hairiest man he’s ever seen, apparently cooking. While at the corner of the bar is an older black man reading a newspaper, while smoking a cigarette, and drinking coffee.

”Just sit anywhere dear, I’ll be with you in a second.” Says the woman, as she grabs a small paper menu and approaches.

What Are Your Intentions?

Zachary: HP: 42/42, S.D.C. 21/21, I.S.P.: 10/10
Sean: HP: 22/22, S.D.C.: 50/50, I.S.P.: 16/16
Isaiah: HP: 19/19, S.D.C.: 29/29, I.S.P.: 15/15
Nigel: HP: 20/20, S.D.C.: 22/22, I.S.P.: 10/10, P.P.E.: 12/12

[Nigel Davies-Clarke]

Perception: 1d100<25: [1*] = 1
JIC: 1d20: [7] = 7 / 1d100: [43] = 43

Date: Thursday, March 23nd, 1925. 10:00 AM (Approximately 5 minutes has passed)
Weather: 55 degrees Fahrenheit; partly cloudy.

The past few weeks have been a weird time for Nigel. It all started with a meeting in a townhome in the lower eastside of London, where a ranking member of the Illuminated Order of the Coiled Serpent called him to a meeting. The details were sparse, but the task was clear. Nigel was to go to America and find out who was killing members of the order. Passage was set on a steamer, and a cover identity as a member of the University of Virginia’s faculty was created. Nigel’s actual contact was a man named Carl who runs a diner in a small rail town known as Prosperity. It’s here that the nice gentleman named Michael drops off Nigel with his bags. The building is not horribly big and screams utility, but it also generates a sort of welcoming warmth. A few cars are in the small gravel parking lot, but it doesn’t appear to be busy at the moment.

Upon entering, Nigel sees a clean well lit eatery with a few tables and a bar. A man in rugged clothes, wearing a cowboy hat quietly plays a battered acoustic guitar in the corner, while a pair of men in dirty overalls eat breakfast. A woman in a simple blue dress tends to their needs before going back behind the bar. Through a narrow window in the back, Nigel sees what is likely the largest, hairiest man he’s ever seen, apparently cooking. While at the corner of the bar is an older black man reading a newspaper, while smoking a cigarette, and drinking coffee.

”Just sit anywhere dear, I’ll be with you in a second.” Says the woman, as she grabs a small paper menu and approaches.

After having paid/tipped the driver, Nigel is left alone with his bags in the diner's parking lot staring at the establishment. Well... it's not The Sutton Park or The Woodman, is it? he mutters to himself. Still, looks friendly enough I suppose...

He gathers up his bags and enters the diner, choosing a little corner table/booth out of the way of foot traffic (or what passes for it this time of day) but offering an optimal view of the interior. He places his order for breakfast and coffee -- as he's quite certain he'd be out of luck if he orders a proper breakfast tea -- and spends his time waiting for his order glancing around the clientele. If he was given "Carl's" description, he looks to see if anyone around matches it. If he wasn't, then he tries to size up the most likely candidate from who he can see as he tries to think of a way to get this "Carl's" attention without being too obvious.

His solution appears with the arrival of his breakfast order. Well, when in Rome... he shrugs slightly. Or in this case, in Prosperity...

After he's eaten (regardless of how good the meal actually was), the beams a warm smile at the waitress. "My good lady, I must have you know that this has been the best meal I've eaten since I've arrived here in America. Your establishment came highly recommended, and it certainly did not disappoint. Is the proprietor here today, this 'Carl' fellow, I presume? I should like to express my appreciation in person if he's not too busy."

[Zachary Splindt]

Perception: 1d100: [86] = 86
JIC 1D100: 1d100: [64] = 64
JIC 1D20: 1d20: [15] = 15
Conditions: Closed to the Supernatural

Zachary listens in on the conversation.

"Oh, I think you said you were willing to show the device you were working on?"

George sets his coffee down and gets up. ”Sure, it isn’t really flashy like some of my other devices, but it was supposedly going to be useful.” George says as he walks over to a table and picks up what appears to be a bulky set of goggles encrusted with wires and small transistors.

”I call them my seeing goggles, they let me see a bunch of stuff you can’t normally see, it’s how I knew you weren’t trouble when you approached.” George says. To Zachary, they appear to be a more advanced version of his Ghost Sight Goggles.

Zachary stares at the goggles intently, the intent behind George's field-test becoming more apparent. "Remarkable circuitry. I don't quite know how you managed to fit all those widgets together. And the lens- excuse me. Thanks for sharing that with us. I see why you would want to give it a field test," replies Zachary with a nod in acknowledgment. So maybe the stretch of road George was looking into wasn't a crime scene or somesuch. Maybe if we can find a way to bring the monster to us...

”That’s really the problem. We don’t know exactly where the attacks are happening save a four mile stretch of road. That is a lot of area to cover.” George says.

"I suppose not. Though we have a couple guesses we can at least look into and maybe get a feel for part of the stretch." Zachary ponders for a moment before turning back to the two gentlemen. "Kind of a longshot to ask, but are there any landmarks along the strip? Old mines, hills, or lakes? Isaiah, I think you were looking into the history of the highway too, weren't you? Any sites in particular along the way that catch your eye?"

Listening to Isaiah's response and any further conversation the two men share, Zachary turns to George. "Well, I think we've taken up quite a bit of your time now. We probably shouldn't overstay our welcome," notes Zachary. "Thanks for hearing out our questions," the detective adds as he makes his way for the door.

Once outside, Zachary starts walking towards the car. "George's hardware may work similarly to my goggles," Zachary notes, "He can see things that are paranormal, but we're not going to be able to use them. I can't make heads or tails or how that thing is calibrated. On another note though, you mentioned a Bogey Man and a Dar- Drak-" Zachary has some trouble recalling the specific name "Demon-like creature in the forest, right? Do they have a habitat like one of the wild animals out here? I'm open to check out this strip of road if you are, but it might be a fool's errand that could see us lost in the brush like George said. Or could we find something like that disguised as someone in town?"

Zachary stops at the car, glaring at it suspiciously. Making sure it makes no sudden moves, Zachary takes the front seat opposite the wheel and shuts the car door, awaiting Isaiah's reply.

[Isaiah Peirce]

Perception: 1d100: [28] = 28 /43%
JiC: 1d20: [7] = 7 / 1d100: [10] = 10

Conditions: Sense Supernatural Evil (350ft) | Sixth Sense (Inactive)

Skills:


Post:

”I call them my seeing goggles, they let me see a bunch of stuff you can’t normally see, it’s how I knew you weren’t trouble when you approached.”

Isaiah appears impressed when shown the goggles, akin to someone being shown an expensive new tool to be used at work. Wow, impressive. I can't even fathom how those are made. He must be some sort of inventor, like Zachary perhaps. Isaiah reasons in his mind. Isaiah doesn't make a move to take it and instead nods. "Neat toy. I wonder how it works.." Isaiah openly muses as Zach and George discuss.

”That’s really the problem. We don’t know exactly where the attacks are happening save a four mile stretch of road. That is a lot of area to cover.”

"I suppose not. Though we have a couple guesses we can at least look into and maybe get a feel for part of the stretch." ... "Kind of a longshot to ask, but are there any landmarks along the strip? Old mines, hills, or lakes? Isaiah, I think you were looking into the history of the highway too, weren't you? Any sites in particular along the way that catch your eye?"

Isaiah shakes his head in bitter acknowledgement. "No. I can only find out so much from a disorganized library. Unless we try talking to some of the residents, that is. The road is still under construction, but it's been happening since before it was a constructed road. There isn't a pattern to when it started as far as I can see, yet. If we could find someone with more knowledge on the area or something, that'd be preferable than walking the land and hoping to stumble upon it." Isaiah responds in a pondering manner.

"Well, I think we've taken up quite a bit of your time now. We probably shouldn't overstay our welcome," ... "Thanks for hearing out our questions,"

Isaiah blinks then offers a sideways nod. Yes, I mustn't get carried away. Better leave on good terms and be invited back. Isaiah muses as he glances between the two and nods again for affirmation. "Ah, yes. Thanks for humoring us. Hopefully we can meet again and see how those goggles work out." Isaiah offers, then leaves with Zachary.

"George's hardware may work similarly to my goggles," Zachary notes, "He can see things that are paranormal, but we're not going to be able to use them. I can't make heads or tails or how that thing is calibrated. On another note though, you mentioned a Bogey Man and a Dar- Drak-" ... "Demon-like creature in the forest, right? Do they have a habitat like one of the wild animals out here? I'm open to check out this strip of road if you are, but it might be a fool's errand that could see us lost in the brush like George said. Or could we find something like that disguised as someone in town?"

Isaiah heads towards the car as Zachary continues. "Dar'ota." Isaiah responds as he opens the driver's side door and gets in with Zachary. Isaiah doesn't pay any mind to Zachary's brief moment of hesitation, instead lost in his own head for a moment. So, George is similar to Zachary, maybe at it a few years longer. Isaiah considers before clearing his throat. "And not really. Neither truly fits the bill based on what I've read. Boogey Man are isolationists and keep to a small area, which this would fit but they usually take children. Dar'ota love manipulating people. Neither really fit the bill, I was spitballing more. Trying to get the thoughts flowing." Isaiah states as he turns the engine over.

"Well, we could scope out the land or the town. Let's decide over brunch? Carl's Diner?" Isaiah offers and short of a absolute refusal, will head to the diner to get a small bite to eat while to two can consider the next steps more closely. Where the heck are those other guys. Isaiah finds himself thinking as he drives away from Georges.

[Consumer]

Getting their Bearings: Part Two

Location:Various Areas, West Virginia
Date: Thursday, March 23nd, 1925. 10:20 AM (Approximately 20 minutes has passed)
Weather: 55 degrees Fahrenheit; partly cloudy.
I.S.P. Modifier: x1
Case Notes: The Highway

George’s Scrapyard, Bellwood, West Virginia
Isaiah, Zachary, Sean?

The conversation continues in George’s home. His hands turning the goggles over and over.

"Remarkable circuitry. I don't quite know how you managed to fit all those widgets together. And the lens- excuse me. Thanks for sharing that with us. I see why you would want to give it a field test,"

”Thanks it took me a few weeks to hammer it out.” George says.

"Neat toy. I wonder how it works.."

”A bit of concentration and a flick of the toggle, and it powers on for me. I honestly have a hard time explaining it to folk who aren’t in the know.” George says.

"I suppose not. Though we have a couple guesses we can at least look into and maybe get a feel for part of the stretch. Kind of a longshot to ask, but are there any landmarks along the strip? Old mines, hills, or lakes? Isaiah, I think you were looking into the history of the highway too, weren't you? Any sites in particular along the way that catch your eye?"

George shakes his head. ”Nothing comes to mind, the area is full of hollers and other such nooks and crannies.Far too many for me to remember.” George says.

"No. I can only find out so much from a disorganized library. Unless we try talking to some of the residents, that is. The road is still under construction, but it's been happening since before it was a constructed road. There isn't a pattern to when it started as far as I can see, yet. If we could find someone with more knowledge on the area or something, that'd be preferable than walking the land and hoping to stumble upon it."

George just nods along.

"Well, I think we've taken up quite a bit of your time now. We probably shouldn't overstay our welcome, Thanks for hearing out our questions,"

"Ah, yes. Thanks for humoring us. Hopefully we can meet again and see how those goggles work out."

”You’re quite welcome. Stop by if you need any help. I’ll likely be out there sometime this week.” George says as he walks the duo to the door. It doesn’t take long for Zachary and Isaiah to be on their way, heading back down the road towards Prosperity.

"George's hardware may work similarly to my goggles, He can see things that are paranormal, but we're not going to be able to use them. I can't make heads or tails or how that thing is calibrated. On another note though, you mentioned a Bogey Man and a Dar- Drak- Demon-like creature in the forest, right? Do they have a habitat like one of the wild animals out here? I'm open to check out this strip of road if you are, but it might be a fool's errand that could see us lost in the brush like George said. Or could we find something like that disguised as someone in town?"

"Dar'ota. And not really. Neither truly fits the bill based on what I've read. Boogey Man are isolationists and keep to a small area, which this would fit but they usually take children. Dar'ota love manipulating people. Neither really fit the bill, I was spitballing more. Trying to get the thoughts flowing. Well, we could scope out the land or the town. Let's decide over brunch? Carl's Diner?"

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Carl’s Diner, Prosperity, West Virginia
Nigel

A breakfast and coffee ordered, Nigel finds a seat near the edge of the back wall. It takes about fifteen minutes for a plate of eggs, shredded hash browns, bacon, and toast to arrive. It’s about here that Nigel tries to find out who Carl is.

"My good lady, I must have you know that this has been the best meal I've eaten since I've arrived here in America. Your establishment came highly recommended, and it certainly did not disappoint. Is the proprietor here today, this 'Carl' fellow, I presume? I should like to express my appreciation in person if he's not too busy."

From the counter, the older black man stands up and walks over. ”I’m Carl stranger, how can I help you?” Carl answers as he takes a seat across from Nigel. ”You’ve come a long way just to meet a humble restaurant owner.” Carl adds.


What Are Your Intentions?

Zachary: HP: 42/42, S.D.C. 21/21, I.S.P.: 10/10
Sean: HP: 22/22, S.D.C.: 50/50, I.S.P.: 16/16
Isaiah: HP: 19/19, S.D.C.: 29/29, I.S.P.: 15/15
Nigel: HP: 20/20, S.D.C.: 22/22, I.S.P.: 10/10, P.P.E.: 12/12

[Isaiah Peirce]

Perception: 1d100: [40] = 40 /43%
JiC: 1d20: [19] = 19 / 1d100: [92] = 92

Conditions: Sense Supernatural Evil (350ft) | Sixth Sense (Inactive)

Skills:


Post:

The entire drive back into town and towards the Diner leaves Isaiah with time to muse. I need more occult books... but where to find them. Not like a library is just going to have a demonology and monster studies section... not a public library anyways. The people with the good stuff never broadcast it. Isaiah considers during the drive. Isaiah will pull the Old Manor's vehicle into the lot of Carl's Diner and look to Zachary before getting out. "We need to find a better collection of occult lore than what's available at the manor. Unless there's some secret room, that library probably won't have what we want. Really doubt a public library would have a demonology section, either." Isaiah comments then rubbing his eyes. "After food. Unless you want me to drop you off at the manor." He adds and, assuming Zachary doesn't want to go back home yet, gets out of the car and heads into Carl's Diner.

Isaiah will offer a customary tip of his head towards Carl if he sees him but otherwise not bother the man while he's working, yet, and instead follow the hostess to a booth for some brunch. When asked what he wants, Isaiah ponders for a brief moment before offering a smile. "I'm thinking waffles. Blueberry if you got 'em. And some hot green tea." Isaiah asks.

Assuming Zachary is with him, Isaiah will then turn back to Zachary. "So, what do you think? Hit the hills or try to talk to some other locals?"

[Nigel Davies-Clarke]

Perception: 1d100<25: [31] = 0
JIC: 1d20: [20] = 20 / 1d100: [21] = 21
I.S.P.: 10/10 at the start of this post
P.P.E.: 12/12 at the start of this post

Getting their Bearings: Part Two

Location:Various Areas, West Virginia
Date: Thursday, March 23nd, 1925. 10:20 AM (Approximately 20 minutes has passed)
Weather: 55 degrees Fahrenheit; partly cloudy.
I.S.P. Modifier: x1
Case Notes: The Highway

A breakfast and coffee ordered, Nigel finds a seat near the edge of the back wall. It takes about fifteen minutes for a plate of eggs, shredded hash browns, bacon, and toast to arrive. It’s about here that Nigel tries to find out who Carl is.

"My good lady, I must have you know that this has been the best meal I've eaten since I've arrived here in America. Your establishment came highly recommended, and it certainly did not disappoint. Is the proprietor here today, this 'Carl' fellow, I presume? I should like to express my appreciation in person if he's not too busy."

From the counter, the older black man stands up and walks over. ”I’m Carl stranger, how can I help you?” Carl answers as he takes a seat across from Nigel. ”You’ve come a long way just to meet a humble restaurant owner.” Carl adds.

As the waitress departs his table, Nigel 'zones out' slightly as he starts listening for any nearby conversations among the other patrons that may be going on inside their minds. For a moment he considers casting a spell that allows him to see auras, but ultimately decides against it. No sense in spellcasting without a good reason, he thinks to himself. Besides, mentally eavesdropping is rude enough on its own isn't it?

((OOC: using Telepathy to read surface thoughts. 2 minutes duration, 60' range, 4 ISP.))

He smiles to himself as the older black man stands up and starts walking towards his table, as he had guessed that 'Carl' was likely either to be him or the incredibly hairy gent in the kitchen. If he stands up before the waitress reaches the counter, his smile gets even broader. Oh yes, I'm definitely expected... and he was waiting for an opening.

He stands up as the older gentleman approaches, grins warmly, and shakes his hand. "Oh yes, a long way indeed..." he nods. "Dr. Nigel Alistair Davies-Clarke, at your service. Your establishment serves quite the hearty breakfast. My compliments to the cook back there." His smile fades only slightly. "But now that breakfast is out of the way, is there some place more private where we can talk?"

Assuming Carl leads him into an office/storeroom/side room more closed off from prying eyes -- or ears -- Nigel picks up his bags and follows him in (not that he expects something to happen to them while his back is turned; you just can't be too careful). "Now then, my dear fellow," he says as he puts down his bags and brushes himself off. "The Order sends its regards. I'd offer the 'secret handshake,' but I'm told they haven't figured one out yet..." he chuckles. "I do hope I didn't keep you waiting too long by having breakfast first. I honestly felt like I hadn't eaten in days and it was indeed rather good. But I digress..." he pulls out a pen and notepad from his briefcase. "I believe I was tasked with looking into a series of unfortunate events in these parts, so let's start with the poor souls involved. What can you tell me about them? Let's start with the basics, and we can get into more detail afterwards."

[Zachary Splindt]

Perception: 1d100: [40] = 40 (26%)
JIC 1D100: 1d100: [44] = 44
JIC 1D20: 1d20: [12] = 12
Conditions: Closed to the Supernatural

Zachary looks out the window on the drive back into town. No landmarks, besides the old nooks and crannies. Finding this creature’s hideaway sounds more tricky than we thought. Though I also wonder if we’re hesitating a bit too much here.

Isaiah will pull the Old Manor's vehicle into the lot of Carl's Diner and look to Zachary before getting out. "We need to find a better collection of occult lore than what's available at the manor. Unless there's some secret room, that library probably won't have what we want. Really doubt a public library would have a demonology section, either." Isaiah comments then rubbing his eyes. "After food. Unless you want me to drop you off at the manor." He adds and, assuming Zachary doesn't want to go back home yet, gets out of the car and heads into Carl's Diner.

Zachary sighs and nods with a grin. “Food would do us some good,” the detective replies. “As for the demonology section, I’m a bit stumped myself. That being said, folktales wouldn’t be a bad place to look either if they have a thing or two about our missing victims. Those don’t usually need a library if they travel enough through word of mouth, though getting anyone in this town to open up is like prying open steel doors… not that I would have experience with that mind you.” Zachary then follows Isaiah out of the car and into Carl’s Diner.

Inside the Diner, assuming Zachary spots Carl on the way to the table, gives him a small glance but leaves him alone. "Must be speaking to another contact of his. Guy certainly is well connected, I'll give him that." Once there, Zachary looks around for anyone who might overhear the conversation and orders 'something small' while forgetting to elaborate what that could possibly be.

"So, what do you think? Hit the hills or try to talk to some other locals?"

Zachary ponders for a moment before replying in a low voice. "I think our next step would be to head for the woods, as that seems to be our only lead. Not too deep, but enough to get a small look. Being honest though, I think we'll have more of a chance bringing that thing to us, than us finding it. If we can find evidence of a victim out there, great. If not, we might need to make a riskier venture. If we do, we would need to find the right bait."

Zachary fidgets with a nearby fork as he continues. "You looked into the victims, didn't you? Any similarities between them? Were the disappearances spread out, or do they converge in one particular part of the road?"

[Consumer]

Getting their Bearings: Part Two

Location:Various Areas, West Virginia
Date: Thursday, March 23nd, 1925. 10:20 AM (Approximately 20 minutes has passed)
Weather: 55 degrees Fahrenheit; partly cloudy.
I.S.P. Modifier: x1
Case Notes: The Highway

Nigel takes a few moments while eating to read the surface thoughts of the folk around him, the waitress, and the miners having breakfast have what one would expect for normal boring surface thoughts, while the musician seems to be thinking in musical code at the moment. Nigel is rather surprised that he cannot for the life of him read either the man at the counter or the cooks minds. It’s not impossible that their will is too strong for the simple talent, just uncommon.

As Nigel is finishing his breakfast and Carl approaches.

"Oh yes, a long way indeed... Dr. Nigel Alistair Davies-Clarke, at your service. Your establishment serves quite the hearty breakfast. My compliments to the cook back there. But now that breakfast is out of the way, is there some place more private where we can talk?"

Nigel is almost certain that the look on Carl’s face betrays the foreknowledge of his arrival. ”Yeah, we can have a chat in my office in the back.” Carl says before turning to the waitress. ”Maggie, when those boys show up tell’em I’ll get to them when I’m done talking with my friend here.” Carl says gesturing towards the door to the back of the building. A short trip through the kitchen brings the duo into a small office with a file cabinet, a desk and a pair of chairs. Carl motions for Nigel to take a seat, while he takes the other, but not before closing the door behind him.

"Now then, my dear fellow, The Order sends its regards. I'd offer the 'secret handshake,' but I'm told they haven't figured one out yet... I do hope I didn't keep you waiting too long by having breakfast first. I honestly felt like I hadn't eaten in days and it was indeed rather good. But I digress... I believe I was tasked with looking into a series of unfortunate events in these parts, so let's start with the poor souls involved. What can you tell me about them? Let's start with the basics, and we can get into more detail afterwards."

Carl laughs. ”I wasn’t entirely sure who you were with, the portents were not very clear, I just knew someone was coming. I’m assuming you’re here about the deaths, eleven in the past two years, with Captain Whitlach being the most recent. Not much I can say, save that I know Whitlach was murdered. Whomever perpetrated the events to happen is well warded. I have some theories, but I won’t mention them at the moment for sake of clarity.” Carl says, before going on into detail all he knows of the other deaths, which isn’t much. This conversation goes on long enough that there is a knock on the door and two cups of coffee are brought in by the waitress, before she leaves and closes the door once more.

Meanwhile Isaiah and Zachary drive their way towards Carl’s DIner, while conversing among themselves. It takes another forty or so minutes for the duo to finally reach their destination. The duo’s entrance into the diner finds it mostly empty with a musician in worn clothes and a cowboy hat strumming his guitar, and the waitress puttering around cleaning tables, a few bags are set at one of the tables, but no one is sitting there at the moment.. When Isaiah and Zachary enter she speaks up. ”Have a seat, I’ll bring coffee, Carl says he’ll be with you when he’s done with his guest.” Maggie says before grabbing two cups of coffee. ”Something to eat?” Maggie asks.

What Are Your Intentions?

Zachary: HP: 42/42, S.D.C. 21/21, I.S.P.: 10/10
Sean: HP: 22/22, S.D.C.: 50/50, I.S.P.: 16/16
Isaiah: HP: 19/19, S.D.C.: 29/29, I.S.P.: 15/15
Nigel: HP: 20/20, S.D.C.: 22/22, I.S.P.: 6/10, P.P.E.: 12/12

[Isaiah Peirce]

Perception: 1d100: [21] = 21 /43%
JiC: 1d20: [5] = 5 / 1d100: [62] = 62

Conditions: Sense Supernatural Evil (350ft) | Sixth Sense (Inactive)

Skills:


Post:

“As for the demonology section, I’m a bit stumped myself. That being said, folktales wouldn’t be a bad place to look either if they have a thing or two about our missing victims. Those don’t usually need a library if they travel enough through word of mouth, though getting anyone in this town to open up is like prying open steel doors… not that I would have experience with that mind you.”

Isaiah nods in agreement. "Yeah, trying to get locals of any town to open up to strangers about strange occurrences is... not as easy as it should be. I've found that most of them downright refuse to see it." Isaiah comments quietly. Most patsys simple refuse to acknowledge what's happening right in front of them for some misguided fear of being labeled. Makes jobs like this harder. Isaiah considers to himself, glancing around the diner and low-key judging most of the occupants. A bloody monster could walk through here and bet most of them would say it was a guy in a costume or something. Isaiah rolls his eyes at his own thought.

"I think our next step would be to head for the woods, as that seems to be our only lead. Not too deep, but enough to get a small look. Being honest though, I think we'll have more of a chance bringing that thing to us, than us finding it. If we can find evidence of a victim out there, great. If not, we might need to make a riskier venture. If we do, we would need to find the right bait."

Isaiah furrows his brow and sighs. I'm not sure we should act the victim without knowing more.. too many unknowns, too little in our favor. Isaiah considers briefly. "I'm mostly worried about it finding us when we're unprepared. You've got a point, though." Isaiah answers.

"You looked into the victims, didn't you? Any similarities between them? Were the disappearances spread out, or do they converge in one particular part of the road?"

Isaiah shakes his head. "The only commonality between them all is it's always happened at night. Most of the victims have been men, but there have been women and children as well. Unfortunately the articles don't provide a precise time, but if I had to guess I'd wager it was on the witching hour. But it could be any time." Isaiah answers.

”Have a seat, I’ll bring coffee, Carl says he’ll be with you when he’s done with his guest.” ... ”Something to eat?”

Isaiah nods. "Is there a brunch special today? I'll have that." Isaiah asks and nods. "We actually weren't here for Carl perse, but we'd be glad to talk with him when he's done." Isaiah adds. Isaiah continues the conversation with Zachary while eating until Carl makes an appearance.

[Zachary Splindt]

(WIP)

Perception: 1d100: [29] = 29 (26%)
JIC 1D100: 1d100: [96] = 96
JIC 1D20: 1d20: [12] = 12
Conditions: Closed to the Supernatural

Isaiah furrows his brow and sighs. I'm not sure we should act the victim without knowing more.. too many unknowns, too little in our favor. Isaiah considers briefly. "I'm mostly worried about it finding us when we're unprepared. You've got a point, though." Isaiah answers.

Zachary nods in understanding. "Maybe not bait ourselves, but something we can leave out overnight after we've searched. Maybe getting a bit closer to the witching hour, so You know, like a dead rabbit or a piece of meat. If nothing happens, we know it's smarter than we think. If the car's in one piece, we know it's probably not some kind of beast. Of course, there's the car that's the issue."

Zachary takes a quick glance around, hoping not to have their conversation overheard by the diner staff. "That's what I'm thinking anyway. That last lead we had. You remember, the ghost in the lake? Theo and I spent a good long while going door-to-door trying to find out more about the ghost, only to learn we just had to check the lake and dig up some bones. We had to be careful, but a little more direct for comfort."

”Have a seat, I’ll bring coffee, Carl says he’ll be with you when he’s done with his guest.” Maggie says before grabbing two cups of coffee. ”Something to eat?” Maggie asks.

Zachary sits up, giving the waitress a quick grin. "You got pie? I'll take some of that if you got any leftover. Otherwise, I'll go with this brunch my friend here is talking about."

[Nigel Davies-Clarke]

Perception: 1d100<25: [42] = 0
JIC: 1d20: [14] = 14 / 1d100: [87] = 87
I.S.P.: 6/10 at the start of this post
P.P.E.: 12/12 at the start of this post

”I wasn’t entirely sure who you were with, the portents were not very clear, I just knew someone was coming. I’m assuming you’re here about the deaths, eleven in the past two years, with Captain Whitlach being the most recent. Not much I can say, save that I know Whitlach was murdered. Whomever perpetrated the events to happen is well warded. I have some theories, but I won’t mention them at the moment for sake of clarity.” Carl says, before going on into detail all he knows of the other deaths, which isn’t much. This conversation goes on long enough that there is a knock on the door and two cups of coffee are brought in by the waitress, before she leaves and closes the door once more.

Nigel chuckles as he takes notes. He references 'portents' and the guilty party being 'well warded.' Definitely 'gifted,' possibly a mage of some sort. That would explain why I couldn't read him earlier. Wonder what the cook's story is then? The thought of magic in use gives him a momentary shiver of dread, but he shrugs it off.

During the course of conversation, he will try to get as much information as possible (which he knows won't be a whole lot) on the following:
1.) the names of the deceased in question and their 'official' causes of death
2.) whether or not all 11 -- including Captain Whitlach -- were members of the Order
3.) locations where the bodies were found and when, and any known paranormal significance
4.) who performed the autopsies (if any) as well as who discovered the bodies, and where they might be found
5.) any remaining/surviving members of the Order in the area, and have they been notified of the potential danger
6.) any known paranormal disturbances/activity in the area, or general levels/intensity of magic/paranormal activity in the region
7.) any known connections between the deceased outside of being members of the Order
8.) were the deaths evenly spaced out over the past two years, or did they happen in groups?
9.) is there anyone else investigating the deaths?
10.) any general information about the area -- who all are likely to be friendly, who/where to avoid, etc.

Once he has his answers (such as they may be), he closes his notebook. "Very well then. It's not a lot, but it's at least a starting point. Thank you sir. I greatly appreciate your help. Is there any more relevant information you think might be worth sharing? I'd hate to take up too much of your time asking random questions." He takes a sip of coffee. "By the way... it looks like this might take a few days; is there someplace in town I might be able to rent a room while I'm here? I'd rather like to get settled in and start thinking about my next steps."

[Consumer]

Getting their Bearings: Part Two

Location:Carl's Diner, Prosperity, West Virginia
Date: Thursday, March 23nd, 1925. 10:40 AM (Approximately 20 minutes has passed)
Weather: 55 degrees Fahrenheit; partly cloudy.
I.S.P. Modifier: x1
Case Notes: The Highway

Maggie sets a pair of cups of coffee down at the table.

"Is there a brunch special today? I'll have that. We actually weren't here for Carl perse, but we'd be glad to talk with him when he's done."

Maggie looks a bit confused when asked about a

The idea of brunch is only about 30 years old, and hasn’t quite become popular in the US yet. By the Mid 1930’s the world at large was widely aware of the clever portmanteau of Breakfast/Lunch that usually includes overpriced french egg dishes and mimosas.

special. ”No, no specials today, just what we have on our menu.” Maggie says as she gestures to the the paper menu in front of Isaiah. ”Also, you know Carl, knows what’s going on before others half the time.” Maggie says before turning her attention to Zachary.

"You got pie? I'll take some of that if you got any leftover. Otherwise, I'll go with this brunch my friend here is talking about."

”Strawberry Rhubarb and Apple Pie, which would you like?” Maggie asks.

The duo’s order in hand, Maggie goes to the kitchen to give it to the cook. Meanwhile Nigel and Carl talk in his small office. Nigel asks a lot of questions about what has happened, but in the end Carl doesn’t actually know much.

”To be fair, I am technically retired. So I don’t exactly keep up to date info on what is going on in the Order. I can throw some feelers out and get back to you on some of that information, but I won’t lie it will take quite some time as they are pretty widely spread out.” Carl says. ”What I can do is put you in contact with some… locals who have some potential to be great assets, if they learn to stop asking the wrong people questions, which ironically should also solve your need for quarters. They’re currently out in the dining area, likely trying to plan through their current investigation.” Carl says as he gets up. ”Might as well meet them now.” He finishes.

"Very well then. It's not a lot, but it's at least a starting point. Thank you sir. I greatly appreciate your help. Is there any more relevant information you think might be worth sharing? I'd hate to take up too much of your time asking random questions. By the way... it looks like this might take a few days; is there someplace in town I might be able to rent a room while I'm here? I'd rather like to get settled in and start thinking about my next steps."

Carl leads Nigel out from the back of the restaurant into the main dining area. Seated at a table are two men, who seem deep in quiet conversation that weren’t there when Nigel first arrived. ”Zachary, Isaiah… I’d like you to meet an acquaintance of mine. Dr. Nigel Davies-Clarke. I think the three of you will find some common ground on your current endevours, I offered him a room at the manor, so please make him feel at home.” Carl says before moving back to his spot on the bar. It’s about here that Maggie drops the food off for Zachary and Isaiah, and sets another mug of coffee down for Nigel.

What Are Your Intentions?

Zachary: HP: 42/42, S.D.C. 21/21, I.S.P.: 10/10
Sean: HP: 22/22, S.D.C.: 50/50, I.S.P.: 16/16
Isaiah: HP: 19/19, S.D.C.: 29/29, I.S.P.: 15/15
Nigel: HP: 20/20, S.D.C.: 22/22, I.S.P.: 6/10, P.P.E.: 12/12

[Isaiah Peirce]

Perception: 1d100: [88] = 88 /43%
JiC: 1d20: [9] = 9 / 1d100: [25] = 25

Conditions: Sense Supernatural Evil (350ft) | Sixth Sense (Inactive)

Skills:


Post:

When Isaiah notices her confusion, he momentarily smirks to himself. Did I just come up with a new trend? Mid meal between breakfast and lunch... brunch... Oh, I think that'll be a hit. Isaiah thinks to himself. He pauses at her and Zachary's mention of pies and nods. "Apple Pie for me, please." Isaiah confirms without mentioning his random thought again.

”Zachary, Isaiah… I’d like you to meet an acquaintance of mine. Dr. Nigel Davies-Clarke. I think the three of you will find some common ground on your current endeavors, I offered him a room at the manor, so please make him feel at home.”

Isaiah stands to greet Nigel. "Doctor. I'm Isaiah. Do you prefer to go by your first name?" Isaiah asks, extending a more formal introduction to the man. Anyone who puts the time to earn their doctorate deserves at lease some deference. Isaiah thinks to himself before returning to his seat. When the pie is brought out, Isaiah takes a few bites and savors them. Apple is the best, but maybe I try their Strawberry Rhubarb next time. He thinks to himself in between bites.

He turns to Nigel. "We can show you to the Manor after this and go over what information we've been able to gather with some privacy. Do you have a vehicle or will you need a ride?" Isaiah asks of Nigel.

[Nigel Davies-Clarke]

Perception: 1d100<25: [72] = 0
JIC: 1d20: [15] = 15 / 1d100: [24] = 24
I.S.P.: 6/10 at the start of this post
P.P.E.: 12/12 at the start of this post

”To be fair, I am technically retired. So I don’t exactly keep up to date info on what is going on in the Order. I can throw some feelers out and get back to you on some of that information, but I won’t lie it will take quite some time as they are pretty widely spread out.” Carl says. ”What I can do is put you in contact with some… locals who have some potential to be great assets, if they learn to stop asking the wrong people questions, which ironically should also solve your need for quarters. They’re currently out in the dining area, likely trying to plan through their current investigation.” Carl says as he gets up. ”Might as well meet them now.” He finishes.

Nigel chuckles softly as he puts away his things and gathers his bags. It's always a question of which one causes the worst kerfuffles -- 'asking the wrong people the right questions' or 'asking the right people the wrong questions...'

Isaiah stands to greet Nigel. "Doctor. I'm Isaiah. Do you prefer to go by your first name?"

Nigel sets his bags down and shakes hands with both Zachary and Isaiah. "It's a pleasure," he says with a grin. "Either 'Doctor' or 'Nigel' will do just fine; I do try to keep the 'Doctor Davies-Clarke' just for lectures and presentations as it's dreadfully long."

"We can show you to the Manor after this and go over what information we've been able to gather with some privacy. Do you have a vehicle or will you need a ride?"

"Unfortunately, Mr. Isaiah, while I'm reasonably competent to drive a vehicle I'm without one at the moment," Nigel shakes his head. "So a ride would be most appreciated."

For a moment, the urge to cast a scrying spell to discern his new companions' auras or listen in to their thoughts flickers through his mind but he thinks better of it. It'd be rather rude so quickly after meeting them, he reasons, and besides it seems there will be time enough later should the need arise. He decides on a slightly less rude approach as he takes a sip of his coffee. "So what brings you two gents to this locale? Are you from around here, or are you from 'out of town' like me?"

[Zachary Splindt]

Perception: 1d100: [9] = 9 (26%)
JIC 1d100: 1d100: [60] = 60
JIC 1D20: 1d20: [15] = 15
Conditions: Closed to he Supernatural

Carl leads Nigel out from the back of the restaurant into the main dining area. Seated at a table are two men, who seem deep in quiet conversation that weren’t there when Nigel first arrived. ”Zachary, Isaiah… I’d like you to meet an acquaintance of mine. Dr. Nigel Davies-Clarke. I think the three of you will find some common ground on your current endevours, I offered him a room at the manor, so please make him feel at home.”

Zachary rises to shake Nigel's hand. "Good day doc- Nigel. The name's Zachary Splindt, though it seems Carl may have already mentioned us." Taking his mind off the highway for a moment allows Zachary a bit more cheer in his conduct "Come join us. We were about to have brunch."

"We can show you to the Manor after this and go over what information we've been able to gather with some privacy. Do you have a vehicle or will you need a ride?"

"Unfortunately, Mr. Isaiah, while I'm reasonably competent to drive a vehicle I'm without one at the moment," Nigel shakes his head. "So a ride would be most appreciated."

"Should be some room in that old thing." replies Zachary as he steals a glance towards the door. Though I don't really the thought of having to keep tabs on two people if that car turns out to be haunted after all. Hope I didn't scratch up that seat too much. "I myself would be curious to hear your own prior experience with such... matters. Though as my friend here mentioned, perhaps that's something we can discuss back at the manor. Wouldn't hurt to get a third perspective on our particular situation."

[Isaiah Peirce]

[Rolls Held]

"Either 'Doctor' or 'Nigel' will do just fine; I do try to keep the 'Doctor Davies-Clarke' just for lectures and presentations as it's dreadfully long."

"Good day doc- Nigel. The name's Zachary Splindt, though it seems Carl may have already mentioned us." . "Come join us. We were about to have brunch."

Isaiah nods. "Nigel it is, then. Unless we're in a professional setting." Isaiah states as he hides a smirk. Haha! Brunch is already catching on. The investigator thinks to himself with mild amusement while taking a bite out of his delicious Apple Pie.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Isaiah, while I'm reasonably competent to drive a vehicle I'm without one at the moment," ... "So a ride would be most appreciated." "So what brings you two gents to this locale? Are you from around here, or are you from 'out of town' like me?"

"Should be some room in that old thing." "I myself would be curious to hear your own prior experience with such... matters. Though as my friend here mentioned, perhaps that's something we can discuss back at the manor. Wouldn't hurt to get a third perspective on our particular situation."

"Just Isaiah is fine, and the car is a 4 seater so plenty of room right now." Isaiah says, cleaning his lips with the napkin as he finishes the pie. "We're looking into some disappearances on the highway outside of town. Route 20." Isaiah says, then taking a drink. "I've been able to organize some information about it, but nothing concrete. Just theories. We also met another hunter looking into it, but not sure how fruitful that avenue will be. We can talk about it more openly at the Manor." Isaiah says, finishing his drink then standing up and paying for his meal.

He'll lead the pair to the car and drive them back to the Manor. While en route to the Manor, Isaiah will pass his notebook to Nigel. "You can read the notes I've taken so far to get up to speed, if you'd like. On the short, we have a stretch of that route where people go missing. Usually at night and they nor their vehicles are ever found. Short of just combing the forest, we have little else to go on and the Library at the Manor is in disarray. I've been trying to re-organize it slowly." Isaiah explains while driving back to the house.

[Zachary Splindt]

[Rolls held]

He decides on a slightly less rude approach as he takes a sip of his coffee. "So what brings you two gents to this locale? Are you from around here, or are you from 'out of town' like me?"

Zachary at first hesitates to answer, opting to give more of a vague response. If Carl directed him our way however, that must mean he's got a bit of know-how about the supernatural already. Guess we can avoid beating around the bush a bit. "Had some pretty rough nightmares lately. Not sure how they started, but somehow they lead me here. Had some run-ins with... anomalies in the past, but that was some time ago." Zachary offers a slice of pie to Nigel. "How about yourself? It's a small town, so I reckon you didn't just show up to see the sights."

Zachary enjoys the rest of his brunch, occasionally glancing over at Carl. More strangers coming into town that just so happen to want to look into these stranger cases. Not like Prosperity is some bustling town. It's barely even a village. Can't shake the feeling Carl's planning something, unless some kind of higher power or somesuch were behind this. As Isaiah finished his meal, Zachary's attention returns to the group.

He'll lead the pair to the car and drive them back to the Manor. While en route to the Manor, Isaiah will pass his notebook to Nigel. "You can read the notes I've taken so far to get up to speed, if you'd like. On the short, we have a stretch of that route where people go missing. Usually at night and they nor their vehicles are ever found. Short of just combing the forest, we have little else to go on and the Library at the Manor is in disarray. I've been trying to re-organize it slowly." Isaiah explains while driving back to the house.

Zachary listens to Isaiah describe the situation, looking around the car for signs of the strange apparition he saw the night prior. Having noticed Isaiah passed the notebook to Nigel, Zachary chimes in. "We would have gone investigating the stretch ourselves, but it's a lot of ground to cover. What's more, it's pretty thick forest. Can't say I like our chances if one of us gets lost along there."

Zachary tries to recall parts of the conversation he and Isaiah had with George back at his residence. "We're guessing this... creature, has more intelligence than what you might expect from some kind of beast or animal. Doesn't seem to leave any trace at all either, not even signs of struggle or... anomalous traces. I'm holding a theory we might be dealing with a haunting or curse of some kind, but there isn't much proof to support it."

[Nigel Davies-Clarke]

((rolls held))

"I myself would be curious to hear your own prior experience with such... matters. Though as my friend here mentioned, perhaps that's something we can discuss back at the manor. Wouldn't hurt to get a third perspective on our particular situation."

"Indeed," Nigel nods. "For the moment let's just say that my interest in such matters is largely academic... but stems from, shall we say, a personal experience."

"Just Isaiah is fine, and the car is a 4 seater so plenty of room right now." Isaiah says, cleaning his lips with the napkin as he finishes the pie. "We're looking into some disappearances on the highway outside of town. Route 20." Isaiah says, then taking a drink. "I've been able to organize some information about it, but nothing concrete. Just theories. We also met another hunter looking into it, but not sure how fruitful that avenue will be. We can talk about it more openly at the Manor." Isaiah says, finishing his drink then standing up and paying for his meal.

Nigel nods again as he takes another gulp from his cup of coffee. They're chasing disappearances as well? Can't be too many of them in such a small town -- I'd bet a pretty shilling we may be looking for some of the same people. "I've come out here to look into some disappearances as well. It's possible our investigations may overlap somewhat."

When Isaiah stands up and goes to pay Nigel snaps his fingers. "Oh yes, I knew I had forgotten something..." he mutters as he stands up and goes to pay as well. He'll then gather his things as they head out to the car.

He'll lead the pair to the car and drive them back to the Manor. While en route to the Manor, Isaiah will pass his notebook to Nigel. "You can read the notes I've taken so far to get up to speed, if you'd like. On the short, we have a stretch of that route where people go missing. Usually at night and they nor their vehicles are ever found. Short of just combing the forest, we have little else to go on and the Library at the Manor is in disarray. I've been trying to re-organize it slowly." Isaiah explains while driving back to the house.

Nigel takes the notebook and begins reading through. "It would seem that 'having little else to go on' is par for the course around here. My 'organization' sent me here to look into the deaths of several of our members but didn't have many details to begin with, only to talk to Carl at the diner. Even then Carl had very little information at hand; he said he'd put feelers out but details might be slow in coming."

The mention of a library gets his undivided attention. "A library, you say? That's at the very least a stimulating diversion from our current frustrations. I'm not quite a librarian but I'd be happy to help. Are there any specific areas of focus in the collection, or is it more of a general-interest casual collection?"

When the car arrives at the manor, Nigel takes a look at the facade. "Very impressive... very impressive indeed. So please excuse the curiosity, but does this belong to either of you? No, wait, Carl did mention offering me a room here -- I take it he's the owner then?"

[Consumer]

Getting their Bearings: Part Two

Location:Whitlach Manor, Prosperity, West Virginia
Date: Thursday, March 23nd, 1925. 11:00 AM (Approximately 20 minutes has passed)
Weather: 55 degrees Fahrenheit; partly cloudy.
I.S.P. Modifier: x1
Case Notes: The Highway

The trio continues to chat for a few more minutes while Zachary and Isaiah finish their pie. Once done, the three make their way to Whitlach Manor. Nigel can see on the trip through Prosperity, that it is little more than a rail stop with a relatively small population. Though it does appear to have all the necessary amenities for a small town or village. The trip to the house is uneventful and generally pleasant. The Whitlach Manor is a large domicile, while not quite the grandeur of other homes of the wealthy elite and nobility, it certainly fits the description of a manor, in this context. Two buildings are on the property surrounded by a short knee high wall of stacked river stone. Isaiah brings the car into what Nigel recognizes as a carriage house, though from the looks of it, it hasn’t been used for that function for a long time.

The interior of the manor while lived in still seems empty, the clutter of a collector seen in its decor. It is here that Nigel is brought to stay, with several rooms available, and a variety of amenities that may have been loosely glossed over in the description on the trip. Now seated at a table with Isaiah and Zachary the trio can discuss without pesky intrusions.

What Are Your Intentions?

GM Note: The Order’s random deaths, and the disappearances on Route 20 are unrelated. Nigel can easily figure that one out.

The apparition Zachary saw was never near the car, not sure why he thinks it’s haunted.

The Library will likely require months of organization. ~Consumer

Zachary: HP: 42/42, S.D.C. 21/21, I.S.P.: 10/10
Sean: HP: 22/22, S.D.C.: 50/50, I.S.P.: 16/16
Isaiah: HP: 19/19, S.D.C.: 29/29, I.S.P.: 15/15
Nigel: HP: 20/20, S.D.C.: 22/22, I.S.P.: 6/10, P.P.E.: 12/12

[Isaiah Peirce]

Perception: 1d100: [86] = 86 /43%
JiC: 1d20: [20] = 20 / 1d100: [96] = 96

Conditions: Sense Supernatural Evil (350ft) | Sixth Sense (Inactive)

Skills:


Post:

Before taking a seat at the table, Isaiah will show Nigel where the Library that he has been spending most of his time in is. "It'll take months to properly organize this sad state of affairs." Isaiah comments before motioning Nigel to join him elsewhere so they can talk. Isaiah makes himself some tea and finds a seat at the table with Zachary and Nigel, flipping through his notebook. "You said you were looking into some disappearances as well? Short of combing through the woodstock or taking a few more risky steps, I'm at a pause for what a good next action is." Isaiah admits. I could attempt to commune with a local spirit, if one exists, or open myself to the Supernatural. But both of those are risky. Though, perhaps the ghosts of the victims remain in the area and would be willing to talk. Isaiah mentally considers while taking a drink and nodding.

"If we could find a local spirit of one of the victims, I could attempt to commune with it. I do have some abilities I have been hesitant on using thus far but short of a significant break through, it might be a good next step. The use of such abilities is often seen as taboo by the uninitiated, so if you have other ideas please share." Isaiah offers.

[Zachary Splindt]

Perception: 1d100: [42] = 42 (26%)
JIC 1D100: 1d100: [15] = 15
JIC 1D20: 1d20: [12] = 12
Conditions: Closed to the Supernatural

Zachary steps outside of the car, taking in the familiar sight of the old building.

When the car arrives at the manor, Nigel takes a look at the facade. "Very impressive... very impressive indeed. So please excuse the curiosity, but does this belong to either of you? No, wait, Carl did mention offering me a room here -- I take it he's the owner then?"

“It’s a complicated matter. The old captain who owned this manor passed some time ago. In a sense, we sort of inherited it as a base of operations. I never did pester Carl for the details though.”

Once inside, Zachary listens to the conversation intently, when he hears Isaiah's words.

"If we could find a local spirit of one of the victims, I could attempt to commune with it. I do have some abilities I have been hesitant on using thus far but short of a significant break through, it might be a good next step. The use of such abilities is often seen as taboo by the uninitiated, so if you have other ideas please share." Isaiah offers.

Taboo? There was that one medium who brought up the ghost of that Whitlach fella. Curious... Zachary rubs his chin. "Well we could check with the folks in town, although they’ll most likely keep their lips sealed. Otherwise, we could leave some kind of bait out to narrow down its location like I mentioned earlier." Zachary then gets another idea. “Could this… entity be hiding somewhere in town? If the creature has enough intelligence to take the car with the victim, perhaps they were able to take on a disguise or somesuch. I think we touched on the point earlier, that the woods are too thick to drive in. Question then would be how to go about searching for it under this pretense. Isaiah, did your notes include details on the particulars of the missing cars by any chance?”

[Consumer]

Getting their Bearings: Part Two

Location:Whitlach Manor, Prosperity, West Virginia
Date: Thursday, March 23nd, 1925. 11:20 AM (Approximately 20 minutes has passed)
Weather: 55 degrees Fahrenheit; partly cloudy.
I.S.P. Modifier: x1
Case Notes: The Highway

The trio of investigators continue their conversation. Nigel confirms that none of the folks he’s investigating are related to the road case, but chooses to not share any further information on the subject for the moment

I’m leaving up to Nigel whether he wants to bring the non-organization members into his little task.

. During the conversation, it becomes clear that the investigators have not done a lot of research on the subject yet, only really checking the Whitlach library for info, which is hardly a comprehensive source on everything. Zachary asks Isaiah again about the victims, but he has the same info as Isaiah, which really only amounts to names and occasional occupations of the supposed victims, as a majority of the info comes in the form of police blotter articles from local papers. This really only leaves a few options and some are more logical than others. The group could just start wandering the woods along route twenty, and hope they find something, before it finds them and makes them disappear as well. The group could also make their way to Bellwood, and look around for someone to talk to, which does seem to be the better of the two options presented. As for the supposed third option of seancing a spirit, that seems almost unlikely as they need to be pretty close to the spirit, wherever they may have wound up.

What Are Your Intentions?

GM Note: Carl was the sole recipient of Captain Whitlach’s estate, he mentioned such several months ago. ~Consumer

Zachary: HP: 42/42, S.D.C. 21/21, I.S.P.: 10/10
Sean: HP: 22/22, S.D.C.: 50/50, I.S.P.: 16/16
Isaiah: HP: 19/19, S.D.C.: 29/29, I.S.P.: 15/15
Nigel: HP: 20/20, S.D.C.: 22/22, I.S.P.: 6/10, P.P.E.: 12/12

[Isaiah Peirce]

Perception: 1d100: [53] = 53 /43%
JiC: 1d20: [8] = 8 / 1d100: [43] = 43

Conditions: Sense Supernatural Evil (350ft) | Sixth Sense (Inactive)

Skills:


Post:

As Isaiah reviews what little he was able to find with the local papers, and a few options laid before them, the investigator considers the scene. Séancing a spirit is the least probable, at least for the moment. I'm also not comfortable with just sticking our necks out in the forest and hoping we aren't the next things to vanish. I still want to talk to some locals, though finding ones willing to talk about it might be a challenge. Isaiah considers as he sips his tea then looks to the Zachary and Nigel. "I think the safest option that will yield the best results will be to talk to some locals about what's been going on. We could try some of the locals in Prosperity or up the Highway in Bellwood." Isaiah begins, taking another drink and opening his journal to recount the encounter with George.

"We've met with one local near Bellwood already, George, a fellow hunter who's looking into this for his own reasons. He had about as much to go on as we do, at least that he was willing to sahre. Might try Bellwood again, looking for anyone who knew one of the missing and what they might remember about that night. The stretch of road where the disappearances have happened are closest to there, so we may learn more. See if anyone knows of some folklore about the forest... the thing with folklore is there is usually some truth to it, even if exaggerated. I do not like the idea of wandering the forest without more information." Isaiah suggests.

[Zachary Splindt]

Perception: 1d100: [44] = 44 (26%)
JIC 1D100: 1d100: [21] = 21
JIC 1D20: 1d20: [1] = 1
Conditions: Closed to the Supernatural

"We've met with one local near Bellwood already, George, a fellow hunter who's looking into this for his own reasons. He had about as much to go on as we do, at least that he was willing to sahre. Might try Bellwood again, looking for anyone who knew one of the missing and what they might remember about that night. The stretch of road where the disappearances have happened are closest to there, so we may learn more. See if anyone knows of some folklore about the forest... the thing with folklore is there is usually some truth to it, even if exaggerated. I do not like the idea of wandering the forest without more information." Isaiah suggests.

Zachary takes a moment to consider Isaiah's recommendation. Never was much of a talker myself. Though if it's a lead, it's a lead. I suppose we never did check the folklore of the place before coming here.

"We do have names, don't we? Guess we just need to ask around for one of the relatives of the victims." Zachary pauses, when a memory from the last case comes up. Nearly forgot to check a phone book again. "Actually, we might not even need to go that far. Did this place have a phone book? Maybe we could make a quick call, just to introduce ourselves." Zachary searches the mansion for a phone book and (if present) checks for names matching the last three victims.

As he searches, Zachary calls back, "Maybe we can figure out what we're working with if there was some kind of trace before the disappearance. Maybe they were acting strangely, or maybe there’s a pattern of some kind between the victims.” Zachary then remembers what transpired the last time he and Theo went looking for connections between victims. Reckon we’ll need to make sure not to become to reliant on that last detail

[Nigel Davies-Clarke]

Perception: 1d100<25: [74] = 0
JIC: 1d20: [13] = 13 / 1d100: [22] = 22
I.S.P.: 6/10 at the start of this post
P.P.E.: 12/12 at the start of this post

Nigel frowns as he goes over Isaiah's notes on the ride to the manor. "No commonalities so far. That's rather unfortunate. Still, perhaps new information will shed some more light... and who knows? Investigating one set might lead to clues in the other; it's how you can never find what you're looking for until you're not actively looking for it."

“It’s a complicated matter. The old captain who owned this manor passed some time ago. In a sense, we sort of inherited it as a base of operations. I never did pester Carl for the details though.”

"That's probably for the best," Nigel nods. So this is where Captain Whitlach lived, eh? Perhaps a thorough scrubbing of the house for clues is in order...

After he's been shown a room and he sets his things down, he returns to the table with his briefcase and notes.

"You said you were looking into some disappearances as well? Short of combing through the woodstock or taking a few more risky steps, I'm at a pause for what a good next action is."

Nigel sighs slightly. "I suppose now's as good a time as any to clarify a few things. Firstly when I said 'disappearances' I really meant 'deaths.' I thought it better to understate things a bit at the time, but now I guess we're all in for a penny, in for a pound as it were." He shrugs.

"Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. Deaths. Eleven over the past two years, in fact, from what I've been told. My organization is focused on investigating the paranormal and as I said before apparently some of the victims were among our members -- including the late Captain Whitlach himself. It would seem at first blush that our mysteries don't intertwine with one another, and if we were somewhere larger like New York or London, I'd agree that they likely are unrelated. But in a small locale such as this? I find it hard to believe they're not connected at some point. So while I'm waiting for more information on my mystery, let's take a look at yours. Maybe we can meet in the middle somewhere."

"If we could find a local spirit of one of the victims, I could attempt to commune with it. I do have some abilities I have been hesitant on using thus far but short of a significant break through, it might be a good next step. The use of such abilities is often seen as taboo by the uninitiated, so if you have other ideas please share."

"Well we could check with the folks in town, although they’ll most likely keep their lips sealed. Otherwise, we could leave some kind of bait out to narrow down its location like I mentioned earlier." Zachary then gets another idea. “Could this… entity be hiding somewhere in town? If the creature has enough intelligence to take the car with the victim, perhaps they were able to take on a disguise or somesuch. I think we touched on the point earlier, that the woods are too thick to drive in. Question then would be how to go about searching for it under this pretense. Isaiah, did your notes include details on the particulars of the missing cars by any chance?”

Nigel scribbles some notes down in his notebook as Zachary muses. "Intelligent, Mister Splindt? Almost certainly. And intelligent enough to take on a disguise? Again, almost certainly. Whoever's been murdering our members is supposed to be, what's the term? Oh yes -- 'well warded.' So the disguise could be magical or psychic -- or both -- as well as physical. If that theory holds true, then whatever entity is behind it is likely to be rather powerful. On the positive side, if you know what to look and feel for, then you might be able to return to the scenes of the crimes and find some answers."

He rubs his chin a bit. "I do find it a bit curious however that with this last disappearance, the vehicle was abandoned yet previous reports mention that everything else was spirited away along with the drivers and passengers. Why was the truck left behind this time? Could whoever's responsible be unable to drive a motor vehicle?" He chuckles slightly. "That sounds like a pulp magazine story -- 'The Ghost Who Couldn't Drive a Car' or something like that."

"I think the safest option that will yield the best results will be to talk to some locals about what's been going on. We could try some of the locals in Prosperity or up the Highway in Bellwood."

"We've met with one local near Bellwood already, George, a fellow hunter who's looking into this for his own reasons. He had about as much to go on as we do, at least that he was willing to sahre. Might try Bellwood again, looking for anyone who knew one of the missing and what they might remember about that night. The stretch of road where the disappearances have happened are closest to there, so we may learn more. See if anyone knows of some folklore about the forest... the thing with folklore is there is usually some truth to it, even if exaggerated. I do not like the idea of wandering the forest without more information." Isaiah suggests.

"Indeed," Nigel nods. "If it's folklore we're after, though, have either of you checked the late Captain's library holdings? These disappearances have been around long enough for somebody to have published something about it... and as a member of our organization, he would have very likely been rather keen to add it to his collection. Even if there aren't any actual books about it, perhaps some of his papers or files might have some useful information."

"We do have names, don't we? Guess we just need to ask around for one of the relatives of the victims. Actually, we might not even need to go that far. Did this place have a phone book? Maybe we could make a quick call, just to introduce ourselves."

"Maybe we can figure out what we're working with if there was some kind of trace before the disappearance. Maybe they were acting strangely, or maybe..."

"...maybe they had something in common before they vanished?" Nigel raises an eyebrow. "I would agree that perhaps talking with the families and loved ones of the most recent disappearances might could yield useful results. If nothing else, we may be able to examine some personal effects of the victims and see if there are any psychometric resonances that are still viable."

[Consumer]

Getting their Bearings: Part Two

Location:Whitlach Manor, Prosperity, West Virginia
Date: Thursday, March 23nd, 1925. 11:40 AM (Approximately 20 minutes has passed)
Weather: 55 degrees Fahrenheit; partly cloudy.
I.S.P. Modifier: x1
Case Notes: The Highway

Nigel Clarifies his reasons for being in rural West Virginia.

"No commonalities so far. That's rather unfortunate. Still, perhaps new information will shed some more light... and who knows? Investigating one set might lead to clues in the other; it's how you can never find what you're looking for until you're not actively looking for it.That's probably for the best, I suppose now's as good a time as any to clarify a few things. Firstly when I said 'disappearances' I really meant 'deaths.' I thought it better to understate things a bit at the time, but now I guess we're all in for a penny, in for a pound as it were. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. Deaths. Eleven over the past two years, in fact, from what I've been told. My organization is focused on investigating the paranormal and as I said before apparently some of the victims were among our members -- including the late Captain Whitlach himself. It would seem at first blush that our mysteries don't intertwine with one another, and if we were somewhere larger like New York or London, I'd agree that they likely are unrelated. But in a small locale such as this? I find it hard to believe they're not connected at some point. So while I'm waiting for more information on my mystery, let's take a look at yours. Maybe we can meet in the middle somewhere."

The trio go back to discussing the mystery at hand.

"I think the safest option that will yield the best results will be to talk to some locals about what's been going on. We could try some of the locals in Prosperity or up the Highway in Bellwood. We've met with one local near Bellwood already, George, a fellow hunter who's looking into this for his own reasons. He had about as much to go on as we do, at least that he was willing to sahre. Might try Bellwood again, looking for anyone who knew one of the missing and what they might remember about that night. The stretch of road where the disappearances have happened are closest to there, so we may learn more. See if anyone knows of some folklore about the forest... the thing with folklore is there is usually some truth to it, even if exaggerated. I do not like the idea of wandering the forest without more information."

"We do have names, don't we? Guess we just need to ask around for one of the relatives of the victims. Actually, we might not even need to go that far. Did this place have a phone book? Maybe we could make a quick call, just to introduce ourselves. Maybe we can figure out what we're working with if there was some kind of trace before the disappearance. Maybe they were acting strangely, or maybe there’s a pattern of some kind between the victims.”

Zachary begins looking for a phone book, it’s possible one is buried somewhere here among the thousands of books, files, and other things that pass as reading materials.

"Intelligent, Mister Splindt? Almost certainly. And intelligent enough to take on a disguise? Again, almost certainly. Whoever's been murdering our members is supposed to be, what's the term? Oh yes -- 'well warded.' So the disguise could be magical or psychic -- or both -- as well as physical. If that theory holds true, then whatever entity is behind it is likely to be rather powerful. On the positive side, if you know what to look and feel for, then you might be able to return to the scenes of the crimes and find some answers. I do find it a bit curious however that with this last disappearance, the vehicle was abandoned yet previous reports mention that everything else was spirited away along with the drivers and passengers. Why was the truck left behind this time? Could whoever's responsible be unable to drive a motor vehicle? That sounds like a pulp magazine story -- 'The Ghost Who Couldn't Drive a Car' or something like that. Indeed, If it's folklore we're after, though, have either of you checked the late Captain's library holdings? These disappearances have been around long enough for somebody to have published something about it... and as a member of our organization, he would have very likely been rather keen to add it to his collection. Even if there aren't any actual books about it, perhaps some of his papers or files might have some useful information. Maybe we can figure out what we're working with if there was some kind of trace before the disappearance. Maybe they were acting strangely, or maybe... maybe they had something in common before they vanished? I would agree that perhaps talking with the families and loved ones of the most recent disappearances might could yield useful results. If nothing else, we may be able to examine some personal effects of the victims and see if there are any psychometric resonances that are still viable."

While Zachary doesn’t find a phone book, the group does find a small black journal that seems to be organized into locales versus by job or people. A quick rummage through brings up three names in the Bellwood area that seem to be of interest to the late captain. George Nichols, whom Isaiah and Zachary have met, and a pair only known as the Caslow Brothers. How they’re useful, or much more than a name is all the trio get.

What Are Your Intentions?

Zachary: HP: 42/42, S.D.C. 21/21, I.S.P.: 10/10
Sean: HP: 22/22, S.D.C.: 50/50, I.S.P.: 16/16
Isaiah: HP: 19/19, S.D.C.: 29/29, I.S.P.: 15/15
Nigel: HP: 20/20, S.D.C.: 22/22, I.S.P.: 6/10, P.P.E.: 12/12

[Isaiah Peirce]

Perception: 1d100: [13] = 13 /43%
JiC: 1d20: [19] = 19 / 1d100: [68] = 68

Conditions: Sense Supernatural Evil (350ft) | Sixth Sense (Inactive)

Skills:


Post:

Isaiah shakes his head. "We do have the names of the victims but I have not been able to find any pattern or commonality between them except they happened to be on that road. Not even all of them occur at night, just most of them. I have spent many hours in the good Captain's library but it would takes weeks to organize it all." Isaiah explains, showing Nigel and Zachary the state of the Library and what little organization he has done so far. During this showing, the group notices the little black book and Isaiah takes a peek at it's contents.

"George Nichols. That is the first person we've spoken too that I mentioned. I do not know about these Caslow Brothers, but they may be a good next step. Though we only have their names, maybe Carl knows more. Perhaps tomorrow we can head over to Bellwood and try to find them. It is near noon, and it's at least an hour or two drive. We'd be returning at night which could make us targets if we left today. But we could revisit the Diner this evening and see if Carl recognizes the names." Isaiah suggests.

[Zachary Splindt]

Perception: 1d100: [5] = 5 (26%)
JIC 1D100: 1d100: [57] = 57
JIC 1D20: 1d20: [7] = 7
Conditions: Closed to the Supernatural

Zachary thumbs over the journal, making a note of the entry regarding the Caslow Brothers. George, and these Caslow bothers, to say nothing of the Comstock siblings. Quite a few folks hanging around who seem to know a thing or three. Zachary considers the names carefully. Though no sign of connection between the victims means no leads as to common traits, if there even were any.

"George Nichols. That is the first person we've spoken too that I mentioned. I do not know about these Caslow Brothers, but they may be a good next step. Though we only have their names, maybe Carl knows more. Perhaps tomorrow we can head over to Bellwood and try to find them. It is near noon, and it's at least an hour or two drive. We'd be returning at night which could make us targets if we left today. But we could revisit the Diner this evening and see if Carl recognizes the names." Isaiah suggests.

Zachary listens to Isaiah's words, especially hanging onto the thought of their possible return at night. "Not a bad idea. If we're going to talk to these Caslow fellas, we probably oughta show that we might be familiar with the old cap and not just some strangers." Zachary recalls the earlier conversations with George. "Wonder if they've got a curiosity for this sort of thing as well, considering the ol' captain took note of them and George. We did think of asking around about the folklore, weren't we?" Zachary pauses for a moment as he considers his next words. I'm not crazy enough to head out into the woods at night, but if Bellwood is anywhere closer to the stretch of highway, maybe we can get a closer look if we keep our ears open. "This might be our residence and all, but who's to say we can't stopover in Bell for the night after a chat with the brothers? That is, assuming there is a place to stay. Haven't been around there myself, just Glen Jean and here in Prosperity."

[Nigel Davies-Clarke]

Perception: 1d100<25: [55] = 0
JIC: 1d20: [19] = 19 / 1d100: [38] = 38
I.S.P.: 6/10 at the start of this post
P.P.E.: 12/12 at the start of this post

"We do have the names of the victims but I have not been able to find any pattern or commonality between them except they happened to be on that road. Not even all of them occur at night, just most of them. I have spent many hours in the good Captain's library but it would takes weeks to organize it all." Isaiah explains, showing Nigel and Zachary the state of the Library and what little organization he has done so far. During this showing, the group notices the little black book and Isaiah takes a peek at it's contents.

Nigel frowns. Well, he's not wrong; this would take a while to organize... but for all we know the answers to our respective mysteries could very well be hidden in amongst all this bibliographic clutter. Why couldn't Captain Whitlach have been Librarian Whitlach instead?

Unless... unless this isn't the only library on the premises.

"I see..." Nigel nods. "And I take it you didn't find anything regarding local folklore so far? Or any other references to anything that could have been construed as paranormal?" He sighs. "I'm still certain the late Captain would have kept some records relevant to our investigations. If not in this collection, then perhaps another one that's smaller and more specialized. I don't suppose you've had a look around for any secret rooms, have you? Probably a long shot, but while mansions owned by murdered individuals who had more than a passing interest in the paranormal may be a tired old trope in pulp novels and stage plays there's often a kernel of truth."

"George Nichols. That is the first person we've spoken too that I mentioned. I do not know about these Caslow Brothers, but they may be a good next step. Though we only have their names, maybe Carl knows more. Perhaps tomorrow we can head over to Bellwood and try to find them. It is near noon, and it's at least an hour or two drive. We'd be returning at night which could make us targets if we left today. But we could revisit the Diner this evening and see if Carl recognizes the names."

Zachary listens to Isaiah's words, especially hanging onto the thought of their possible return at night. "Not a bad idea. If we're going to talk to these Caslow fellas, we probably oughta show that we might be familiar with the old cap and not just some strangers." Zachary recalls the earlier conversations with George. "Wonder if they've got a curiosity for this sort of thing as well, considering the ol' captain took note of them and George. We did think of asking around about the folklore, weren't we?" Zachary pauses for a moment as he considers his next words. "This might be our residence and all, but who's to say we can't stopover in Bell for the night after a chat with the brothers? That is, assuming there is a place to stay. Haven't been around there myself, just Glen Jean and here in Prosperity."

Nigel raises an eyebrow. "Very well, let's review your conversation with this Mister Nichols. What sticks out most in your mind about him? Anything about him that seemed odd or out of place? What does he do for a living? Does he have any outside interests or pastimes that he mentioned? Any connections to the people who disappeared? And why would someone interested in investigating the paranormal be interested in him or the Caslow brothers?" He scribbles down anything that might be relevant in their responses.

"Alright then," he closes his notebook. "I would agree it'd be best to be there and back before nightfall if at all possible... if Bellwood is about the same size of Prosperity I shouldn't be hopeful about the odds of their having an inn or hotel." He shrugs.

"So if we're waiting until tomorrow morning to track down these Caslow gentlemen then we'll have some time on our hands for the rest of today and tonight. I'd like to take a crack at the Captain's library -- we may not be able to properly catalog or organize it according to Dewey in a day, but if we're looking for specific subjects we just might find something helpful. Unless either of you have any objections or better ideas on how to spend the day?"

If there are no objections (or better ideas), Nigel will make his way back to the library and start combing the shelves for anything related to the paranormal, the spiritual, local folklore, or anything that sticks out as odd to him.

Browsing the Collection

Research 1d100<75: [58*] = 1 (for... well... researching)
History 1d100<84: [73*] = 1 / 1d100<64: [45*] = 1 (general knowledge vs specific knowledge about the practice of investigating the paranormal)
Literacy: Latin 1d100<70: [3*] = 1 (for looking through the volumes written in Latin)
Anthropology 1d100<60: [90] = 0 (to identify any societies, customs and beliefs, religions, and political structure, history and archaeological background that might be included in the collection)
Lore: Demons & Monsters 1d100<50: [42*] = 1 (to identify any entities that might be referenced in any books he finds)
Lore: Paranormal & Psionics 1d100<50: [98] = 0 (to identify any entities that might be referenced in any books he finds)

[Consumer]

Getting their Bearings: Part Two

Location:Whitlach Manor, Prosperity, West Virginia
Date: Thursday, March 23nd, 1925. 6:30 PM (Approximately 7 hours has passed)
Weather: 55 degrees Fahrenheit; partly cloudy.
I.S.P. Modifier: x1
Case Notes: The Highway

Nigel: Research (for... well... researching) Research doesn’t cost Nigel extra time.
History (general knowledge vs specific knowledge about the practice of investigating the paranormal) One library is mostly mundane topics, if a bit esoteric. While the other seems to be very much in line with paranormal investigation, Nigel can see the clear issue with the collection being mixed up something fierce and the language barrier of what is like 30% of the books doesn’t help.
Literacy: Latin (for looking through the volumes written in Latin) Several books are definitely in Latin, both ancient, classical, and neo-modern.
Anthropology (to identify any societies, customs and beliefs, religions, and political structure, history and archaeological background that might be included in the collection) Nothing is found, doesn’t mean there isn’t anything, just scattered to much to find at the moment.
Lore: Demons & Monsters (to identify any entities that might be referenced in any books he finds) Plenty of books talk of a variety of creatures/entities, but without a specific target it’s still guess work.
Lore: Paranormal & Psionics (to identify any entities that might be referenced in any books he finds) Again, no information is gleaned.

"We do have the names of the victims but I have not been able to find any pattern or commonality between them except they happened to be on that road. Not even all of them occur at night, just most of them. I have spent many hours in the good Captain's library but it would takes weeks to organize it all."

"George Nichols. That is the first person we've spoken too that I mentioned. I do not know about these Caslow Brothers, but they may be a good next step. Though we only have their names, maybe Carl knows more. Perhaps tomorrow we can head over to Bellwood and try to find them. It is near noon, and it's at least an hour or two drive. We'd be returning at night which could make us targets if we left today. But we could revisit the Diner this evening and see if Carl recognizes the names."

"Not a bad idea. If we're going to talk to these Caslow fellas, we probably oughta show that we might be familiar with the old cap and not just some strangers."

"Wonder if they've got a curiosity for this sort of thing as well, considering the ol' captain took note of them and George. We did think of asking around about the folklore, weren't we?"

"This might be our residence and all, but who's to say we can't stopover in Bell for the night after a chat with the brothers? That is, assuming there is a place to stay. Haven't been around there myself, just Glen Jean and here in Prosperity."

"I see... And I take it you didn't find anything regarding local folklore so far? Or any other references to anything that could have been construed as paranormal?"

"I'm still certain the late Captain would have kept some records relevant to our investigations. If not in this collection, then perhaps another one that's smaller and more specialized. I don't suppose you've had a look around for any secret rooms, have you? Probably a long shot, but while mansions owned by murdered individuals who had more than a passing interest in the paranormal may be a tired old trope in pulp novels and stage plays there's often a kernel of truth."

"Very well, let's review your conversation with this Mister Nichols. What sticks out most in your mind about him? Anything about him that seemed odd or out of place? What does he do for a living? Does he have any outside interests or pastimes that he mentioned? Any connections to the people who disappeared? And why would someone interested in investigating the paranormal be interested in him or the Caslow brothers?"

"Alright then, I would agree it'd be best to be there and back before nightfall if at all possible... if Bellwood is about the same size of Prosperity I shouldn't be hopeful about the odds of their having an inn or hotel."

"So if we're waiting until tomorrow morning to track down these Caslow gentlemen then we'll have some time on our hands for the rest of today and tonight. I'd like to take a crack at the Captain's library -- we may not be able to properly catalog or organize it according to Dewey in a day, but if we're looking for specific subjects we just might find something helpful. Unless either of you have any objections or better ideas on how to spend the day?"

The group seems in agreement, so Nigel goes into the library to look about. To say the collection is massive is not entirely incorrect. Old Captain Whitlach seemed to be both an avid reader and likely collector. What he wasn’t was a tidy man, as the collection is in great disarray, this coupled with the new residents searching as well, books are kind of all over the place. Nigel spends the next couple of hours going over the collection with a less fine-toothed comb than he’d like, and really doesn’t find what he’s looking for. As what would be traditionally supper time rolls around, the trio load up into the old car left by Captain Whitlach, and make their way back to Carl’s Diner. The warm lights and soft tones of the building are comforting, though it does appear that Carl’s is rather busy with nearly a dozen cars in the parking area. Upon entering the building, the business is confirmed, with only a single table empty. The two waitress buzz around helping customers while a non-descript man mans the kitchen. Carl is sitting in his usual spot on the bar, watching the controlled chaos unfold. Off to one side a musician plays an acoustic guitar and sings a soulful song.

Once seated, Cathy approaches. ”What can I do for you fellas? Something to drink?”

What Are Your Intentions?

Zachary: HP: 42/42, S.D.C. 21/21, I.S.P.: 10/10
Sean: HP: 22/22, S.D.C.: 50/50, I.S.P.: 16/16
Isaiah: HP: 19/19, S.D.C.: 29/29, I.S.P.: 15/15
Nigel: HP: 20/20, S.D.C.: 22/22, I.S.P.: 6/10, P.P.E.: 12/12

[Zachary Splindt]

Perception: 1d100: [83] = 83 (26%)
JIC 1D100: 1d100: [82] = 82
JIC 1D20: 1d20: [18] = 18
Conditions: Closed to the Supernatural

Nigel raises an eyebrow. "Very well, let's review your conversation with this Mister Nichols. What sticks out most in your mind about him? Anything about him that seemed odd or out of place? What does he do for a living? Does he have any outside interests or pastimes that he mentioned? Any connections to the people who disappeared? And why would someone interested in investigating the paranormal be interested in him or the Caslow brothers?" He scribbles down anything that might be relevant in their responses.

Zachary attempts to recollect the conversations during their visits. “George? Didn’t have any connection to the monster it seemed. No relation to any victims either. We ran into him as we went around exploring the highway. Kindly fellow, but seems to be doing this more out of curiosity than any need to stop the disappearances.” Zachary glanced at Isaiah. “Didn’t he say he didn’t really mind if we joined in his stakeouts? He also said he would relay things as he saw them, but being honest, I don’t reckon he’ll find much as things are.”

As the trio make their way out the Whitlach estate and towards the diner, Zachary picks up the Captain's journal. I've got a hunch if we do meet these folks, we'll want some kind of proof we know the ol' cap. Heck, maybe Carl will have a thing or two to say about it.

At the Diner

As the three enter the diner, Zachary notices the many cars parked at the diner and the crowded tables. Reckon Carl isn’t going to like it if we just ask random strangers for legends in the woods Zachary thinks to himself.

Once seated, Cathy approaches. ”What can I do for you fellas? Something to drink?”

Zachary, caught somewhat off-guard by Cathy’s appearance, jumps in his seat. I guess we'd have a lot of folks to chat with if we wanted to talk folklore Argh, but how do you even bring that kinda thing up? We can’t just say we want to see ghosts, right? Maybe if we ask around about the Caslows? If the Captain passed through here before and the three are acquainted, they oughta have passed through here at some point. Regaining his composure, Zachary can only reply with “Nothing for me thanks. Say though, seems a bit livelier than usual. What's the occasion?” Thanking Cathy for her response, Zachary takes a second to look around for Carl before turning to the rest of the group. "Think we'll find Carl in all this chaos?"

[Isaiah Peirce]

Perception: 1d100: [27] = 27 /43%
JiC: 1d20: [13] = 13 / 1d100: [17] = 17

Conditions: Sense Supernatural Evil (350ft) | Sixth Sense (Inactive)

Skills:


Post:

“Didn’t he say he didn’t really mind if we joined in his stakeouts? He also said he would relay things as he saw them, but being honest, I don’t reckon he’ll find much as things are.”

Isaiah nods. "He was a bit pointed, but yes he was willing to work with us and he didn't relay any connection to us he might have for why he's looking into it." Isaiah confirms and notices Zachary grab the notebook and internally shrugs. Hope he doesn't lose it but I copied down the pertinent notes into my journal anyways. Isaiah thinks as his hand subconsciously feels the rim of his journal inside his pocket.

”What can I do for you fellas? Something to drink?”

When they arrive at the, Isaiah finds a good place to park and they enter the diner. Isaiah looks around as this is the busiest he's seen Carl's since arriving, but makes sense considering it's around dinner time. Not really the best time to talk to Carl about the supernatural, I imagine. Ah, there's Carl, just observing the diner. We can probably flag him down or talk to him, if he doesn't get hounded by any of the other patrons. He might know more about the Caslow Brothers. Anything more than a name would be nice. Isaiah considers as Cathy approaches. "Raspberry Tea for me, please." Isaiah comments then glances towards Zachary as he makes small talk with Cathy. Depending on how long she's been here, she might know of them too. Isaiah considers as he turns to Zachary.

"Think we'll find Carl in all this chaos?"

Isaiah nods his head to where Carl is sitting. "He's over there, just watching the diner. Not sure if he's busy or waiting for someone. One of us can probably go ask him so it's not our entire table randomly joining him. That'd look weirder than just one." Isaiah comments. Consumer did say we can see Carl sitting in his usual spot. Isaiah waits for his drink, then nods to Zachary and Nigel. "Let me see the journal, I'll go talk to Carl." Isaiah asks and will hopefully receive the captain's journal from Zachary then go and talk to Carl.

"Nice night, Diner's popping." Isaiah says in greeting to Carl. "May I join you a moment?" Isaiah asks and when invited, Isaiah sits down across from Carl. "Do you know anything about the Caslow Brothers?" Isaiah asks of Carl.

[Consumer]

Getting their Bearings: Part Two

Location:Whitlach Manor, Prosperity, West Virginia
Date: Thursday, March 23nd, 1925. 6:35 PM (Approximately 5 minutes has passed)
Weather: 55 degrees Fahrenheit; partly cloudy.
I.S.P. Modifier: x1
Case Notes: The Highway

“Nothing for me thanks. Say though, seems a bit livelier than usual. What's the occasion?”

"Raspberry Tea for me, please."

Cathy nods. ”Be right back.” The waitress says as she heads off to get the requested tea. Isaiah and Zachary continue the conversation they’re having.

"Think we'll find Carl in all this chaos?"

"He's over there, just watching the diner. Not sure if he's busy or waiting for someone. One of us can probably go ask him so it's not our entire table randomly joining him. That'd look weirder than just one. Let me see the journal, I'll go talk to Carl."

Little black book in hand, Isaiah approaches Carl. Who turns to look at him as he speaks.

"Nice night, Diner's popping. May I join you a moment?"

”Oh this, pretty normal for dinner, you folk just come at weird hours. I have a minute I think, what do you need.” Carl says in his rich baritone, as he stubs out his cigarette.

"Do you know anything about the Caslow Brothers?"

”Micah and Phil. They’re a pair of hunters near Bellwood. Kind of backwoods salt of the earth types, maybe moonshiners as well, but I don’t really know nothing about that. Why do you ask?” Carl says, obviously knowing the brothers, by both name and seemingly by reputation.

What Are Your Intentions?

Zachary: HP: 42/42, S.D.C. 21/21, I.S.P.: 10/10
Sean: HP: 22/22, S.D.C.: 50/50, I.S.P.: 16/16
Isaiah: HP: 19/19, S.D.C.: 29/29, I.S.P.: 15/15
Nigel: HP: 20/20, S.D.C.: 22/22, I.S.P.: 6/10, P.P.E.: 12/12

[Isaiah Peirce]

Perception: 1d100: [11] = 11 /43%
JiC: 1d20: [15] = 15 / 1d100: [21] = 21

Conditions: Sense Supernatural Evil (350ft) | Sixth Sense (Inactive)

Skills:


Post:

”Micah and Phil. They’re a pair of hunters near Bellwood. Kind of backwoods salt of the earth types, maybe moonshiners as well, but I don’t really know nothing about that. Why do you ask?”

Isaiah lets out a soft chuckle at the mention of odd hours and only nods. Yeah, that's cause we don't like bringing up certain topics when it's busy. Isaiah muses as he pulls out the Captain Whitlach journal and points to it. "The names came up in connection to George Nichols while we've been going over the disappearances on the road near Bellwood. Going to head that way tomorrow to see if we can find them, but only had the last name." Isaiah answers and looks around at the busy diner. "I know you're not too fond of discussing things like this here, so I'll leave it at that but would you know where to find them? An address, maybe?" Isaiah asks.

[Zachary Splindt]

Perception: 1d100: [38] = 38 (26%)
JIC 1D100: 1d100: [59] = 59
JIC 1D20: 1d20: [19] = 19
Conditions: Closed to the Supernatural

Zachary looks around I guess we do tend to show up later than most. Still, I never would have thought it could ever get this busy. I think we might be able to speak more openly, as long as we don't mention anything about forest demons and such.

Isaiah lets out a soft chuckle at the mention of odd hours and only nods. Yeah, that's cause we don't like bringing up certain topics when it's busy. Isaiah muses as he pulls out the Captain Whitlach journal and points to it. "The names came up in connection to George Nichols while we've been going over the disappearances on the road near Bellwood. Going to head that way tomorrow to see if we can find them, but only had the last name." Isaiah answers and looks around at the busy diner. "I know you're not too fond of discussing things like this here, so I'll leave it at that but would you know where to find them? An address, maybe?" Isaiah asks.

Zachary listens in on the conversation. If we're going to waltz around town, we'll want to avoid making the same mistakes we did in Glen Jean. That one was quite a goose chase. "I'd be curious about this Bellwood place itself. Is it much different from somewhere like Glen Jean? Still coal country I'd wager, maybe B&L, and it wouldn't do us much good to be too nosy. Is there much of a history behind the place? How would the folks react to outsiders?"

[Nigel Davies-Clarke]

Perception: 1d100<25: [55] = 0
JIC: 1d20: [10] = 10 / 1d100: [74] = 74
I.S.P.: 6/10 at the start of this post
P.P.E.: 12/12 at the start of this post

Zachary attempts to recollect the conversations during their visits. “George? Didn’t have any connection to the monster it seemed. No relation to any victims either. We ran into him as we went around exploring the highway. Kindly fellow, but seems to be doing this more out of curiosity than any need to stop the disappearances.” Zachary glanced at Isaiah. “Didn’t he say he didn’t really mind if we joined in his stakeouts? He also said he would relay things as he saw them, but being honest, I don’t reckon he’ll find much as things are.”

Isaiah nods. "He was a bit pointed, but yes he was willing to work with us and he didn't relay any connection to us he might have for why he's looking into it."

Nigel sighs. "It would seem answers of anything relevant to our lines of investigation are in short supply. Though in all fairness, if those answers were easily found, there'd be no need for us to be here in the first place would there?" He adds with a shrug.

Nigel rides along back to the diner but has little to say out of frustration at having found... nothing. Not a sausage. How can the Captain, a cell leader of the Order, not have any useful information lying about? The Order is a somewhat secret society, granted, so you wouldn't exactly roll out a doormat saying "Welcome to the Order of the Illuminated Serpent, Local 1138..." but to have absolutely bugger all in his private residence?

"We're missing something..." he mutters to no one in particular. "Probably missing many somethings, in fact. But what, exactly?"

Once there, Nigel opts for a cup of tea and something light -- as he's feeling a bit peckish after a day's unsuccessful researching -- and listens in on the conversation as best he can.

"I'd be curious about this Bellwood place itself. Is it much different from somewhere like Glen Jean? Still coal country I'd wager, maybe B&L, and it wouldn't do us much good to be too nosy. Is there much of a history behind the place? How would the folks react to outsiders?"

Nigel nods. "Well, if the coal country folks around here are anything like the ones back home, they're likely to be rather insular and don't cotton well to outsiders." He takes a sip of his tea. "At least, that's what I've heard. Unless they're as well-to-do as the ones in Newcastle; they're likely to welcome visitors if only to show off their prosperity."

He thinks a bit. "But I suppose I should learn more about Glen Jean before I draw too many comparisons. What kind of place is it?"

[Consumer]

Getting their Bearings: Part Two

Location:Whitlach Manor, Prosperity, West Virginia
Date: Thursday, March 23nd, 1925. 6:40 PM (Approximately 5 minutes has passed)
Weather: 55 degrees Fahrenheit; partly cloudy.
I.S.P. Modifier: x1
Case Notes: The Highway

"The names came up in connection to George Nichols while we've been going over the disappearances on the road near Bellwood. Going to head that way tomorrow to see if we can find them, but only had the last name."

"I know you're not too fond of discussing things like this here, so I'll leave it at that but would you know where to find them? An address, maybe?"

Carl nods. ”There is a vast difference in talking about generic business and specific business, so I am fine with you asking me about the Caslow Brothers.” Carl says pulling a new cigarette out of a crumpled pack. ”As for where they live, somewhere in the hills north of the town. Best place to get a hold of them is at a little shop run by a guy named Ezekiel, it’s a hunting store that they frequent.” Carl says before lighting the cigarette and taking a drag off of it.

Meanwhile at the table Zachary and Nigel try to hear the conversation, but find themselves the right distance and sound saturation that it’s impossible. So they talk among themselves over their drinks.

"I'd be curious about this Bellwood place itself. Is it much different from somewhere like Glen Jean? Still coal country I'd wager, maybe B&L, and it wouldn't do us much good to be too nosy. Is there much of a history behind the place? How would the folks react to outsiders?"

None of what Zachary says is known to Nigel, a literal foreigner in a foreign land That doesn’t stop the doctor from adding what he does know though.

"Well, if the coal country folks around here are anything like the ones back home, they're likely to be rather insular and don't cotton well to outsiders."

"At least, that's what I've heard. Unless they're as well-to-do as the ones in Newcastle; they're likely to welcome visitors if only to show off their prosperity."

"But I suppose I should learn more about Glen Jean before I draw too many comparisons. What kind of place is it?"

Back with Isaiah and Carl, the elder restaurateur adds one more thing before Isaiah takes his leave. ”If anyone knows what is in those hills it’s likely those two.” Carl says.

Meanwhile the musician Landon Blood, starts in on a new song

What Are Your Intentions?

Zachary: HP: 42/42, S.D.C. 21/21, I.S.P.: 10/10
Sean: HP: 22/22, S.D.C.: 50/50, I.S.P.: 16/16
Isaiah: HP: 19/19, S.D.C.: 29/29, I.S.P.: 15/15
Nigel: HP: 20/20, S.D.C.: 22/22, I.S.P.: 6/10, P.P.E.: 12/12

[Jake Foster]

Jake ambles into the diner after the worst day of his life since coming home from the war. No one was hiring. Or if they were, they didn't want the local loon on their payroll. Rumors had started circulating about why he was supposedly fired. All false and none flattering, but he had no way to refute them without sounding even worse.

He spots Zachary and Isaiah, regarding them with mixed feelings. One of them being a Yankee didn't help his disposition toward them in his current state of mind. Everything was fine till they showed up in his life.

Of course that depended on your definition of fine, Jake supposes. But either way, bottom line, he needed a roof over his head. That was as far as his logic took him as he approaches their table.

"Look, I'm sorry I disappeared on you. Money's so tight I got scared. I'm already late on my rent. I know you got room in that big house and you can use the help. Even if my, uhm, what I can do ain't all that impressive. I want to help with this case. What have you found out?" He feels compelled to add, "I'll earn my keep. I don't take charity. I'm good with tools and wiring."

[Zachary Splindt]

Perception: 1d100: [23] = 23 (29%)
JIC 1D100: 1d100: [86] = 86
JIC 1D20: 1d20: [18] = 18
Conditions: Closed to the Supernatural

Zachary blinks, realizing what he had assumed to be Carl's approach to the table was instead Isaiah leaving to speak with him. Guess the commotion here is playing tricks on me. Wonder if it's possible to get too used to small-town quiet that I'm mishearing things? Noticing Nigel reply, Zachary listens in.

Nigel nods. "Well, if the coal country folks around here are anything like the ones back home, they're likely to be rather insular and don't cotton well to outsiders." He takes a sip of his tea. "At least, that's what I've heard. Unless they're as well-to-do as the ones in Newcastle; they're likely to welcome visitors if only to show off their prosperity."

He thinks a bit. "But I suppose I should learn more about Glen Jean before I draw too many comparisons. What kind of place is it?"

Zachary nods and looks out the window. "Glen Jean is another small town, a ways away from here. It's too far away to be related to our current case, but I do recall having some difficulty getting folks from there to open up, like that Newcastle place. If both of our accounts line up, I've got a feeling we might need to watch our words when we meet with those Caslow brothers." Zachary steals a glance at the discussion between Carl and Isaiah. "Though of course, George was awful friendly once we properly introduced each other. For all we know, they might be more than happy to share what they've found. If they're familiar with the captain, they might not mind cooperating."

Jake ambles into the diner after the worst day of his life since coming home from the war. No one was hiring. Or if they were, they didn't want the local loon on their payroll. Rumors had started circulating about why he was supposedly fired. All false and none flattering, but he had no way to refute them without sounding even worse.

"Look, I'm sorry I disappeared on you. Money's so tight I got scared. I'm already late on my rent. I know you got room in that big house and you can use the help. Even if my, uhm, what I can do ain't all that impressive. I want to help with this case. What have you found out?" He feels compelled to add, "I'll earn my keep. I don't take charity. I'm good with tools and wiring."

Jake's entry catches Zachary off-guard, and he does a quick double-take. Jake? Is that him? He looks... kind of like I would when the cases weren't coming in. Zachary gestures to the seat. "We can use all the help we can, and the estate should still have plenty of room. Isaiah is off talking to Carl, and our plan is to head to this small town called Bellwood the next day. Oh, have you met Nigel already?"

[Isaiah Peirce]

Perception: 1d100: [42] = 42 /43%
JiC: 1d20: [15] = 15 / 1d100: [65] = 65

Conditions: Sense Supernatural Evil (350ft) | Sixth Sense (Inactive)

Skills:
Streetwise: 1d100: [73] = 73 /43% [Caslow Brother's ringing any bells]

Post:

”There is a vast difference in talking about generic business and specific business, so I am fine with you asking me about the Caslow Brothers.” ... "As for where they live, somewhere in the hills north of the town. Best place to get a hold of them is at a little shop run by a guy named Ezekiel, it’s a hunting store that they frequent.”

Isaiah nods, recording the name and location of the shop from Carl. Keep it relatively generic, that should be easy. Isaiah thinks to himself. "Where is this shop? And what does it sell? Isaiah asks.

”If anyone knows what is in those hills it’s likely those two.”

Isaiah nods again. Hunters in the hills? Good folks to check with about the area, then. Isaiah considers, briefly weighing a thought. Assuming, that is, they aren't the monster's we're hunting in the first place. Humans can be just as wicked as the supernatural. Isaiah briefly considers. "Would these Brothers be what you consider friendly or keep to themselves? How would they react to some guests with questions? Don't want to go ruffle their feathers unnecessarily." Isaiah asks.

[Nigel Davies-Clarke]

Perception: 1d100<25: [36] = 0
JIC: 1d20: [17] = 17 /1d100
I.S.P.: 6/10 at the start of this post
P.P.E.: 12/12 at the start of this post

Nigel nods as Zachary shares what he knows about Glen Jean. Small town. Most likely insular. Not likely to be too receptive to outsiders. Maybe we need an olive branch or carrot on a stick?

"Perhaps if we brought some supplies or provisions with us, we might get a bit warmer reception..." he muses. "But what would they need? Or want?"

His musings are cut short as the rather scruffy-looking fellow walks up to the table and starts conversing with Zachary. Oh, so they know each other? Would be rather awkward otherwise... he notes with a silent chuckle.

"Look, I'm sorry I disappeared on you. Money's so tight I got scared. I'm already late on my rent. I know you got room in that big house and you can use the help. Even if my, uhm, what I can do ain't all that impressive. I want to help with this case. What have you found out?" He feels compelled to add, "I'll earn my keep. I don't take charity. I'm good with tools and wiring."

"We can use all the help we can, and the estate should still have plenty of room. Isaiah is off talking to Carl, and our plan is to head to this small town called Bellwood the next day. Oh, have you met Nigel already?"

"I don't think so... it would seem introductions are in order," Nigel says as he stands up to shake hands with Jake. "Doctor Nigel Alistair Davies-Clarke, new professor of medicine at the University of Virginia, at your service. It’s a pleasure. Maybe all yours, maybe all mine, but it’s definitely a pleasure for somebody somewhere..." he adds with a smile. "And you are...?"

Invoke Trust/Intimidate: 1d100<65: [12*] = 1

[Consumer]

Getting their Bearings: Part Two

Location:Whitlach Manor, Prosperity, West Virginia
Date: Thursday, March 23nd, 1925. 6:40 PM (Approximately 5 minutes has passed)
Weather: 55 degrees Fahrenheit; partly cloudy.
I.S.P. Modifier: x1
Case Notes: The Highway

Nigel and Zachary have their quiet conversation over their respective drinks.

"Though of course, George was awful friendly once we properly introduced each other. For all we know, they might be more than happy to share what they've found. If they're familiar with the captain, they might not mind cooperating."

"Perhaps if we brought some supplies or provisions with us, we might get a bit warmer reception..." he muses. "But what would they need? Or want?"

Jake arrives at Carls to find it busy, which isn’t very strange given it’s supper time for folks. Jake also sees Zachary and another stranger sitting at a table talking, while it appears Isaiah is conversing with Carl privately. Jake is prompt to join the table and talk.

"Look, I'm sorry I disappeared on you. Money's so tight I got scared. I'm already late on my rent. I know you got room in that big house and you can use the help. Even if my, uhm, what I can do ain't all that impressive. I want to help with this case. What have you found out? I'll earn my keep. I don't take charity. I'm good with tools and wiring."

"We can use all the help we can, and the estate should still have plenty of room. Isaiah is off talking to Carl, and our plan is to head to this small town called Bellwood the next day. Oh, have you met Nigel already?"

"I don't think so... it would seem introductions are in order, Doctor Nigel Alistair Davies-Clarke, new professor of medicine at the University of Virginia, at your service. It’s a pleasure. Maybe all yours, maybe all mine, but it’s definitely a pleasure for somebody somewhere... And you are...?"

Meanwhile Isaiah continues his conversation with Carl, pressing him for a few more necessary details.

"Where is this shop? And what does it sell?

Carl thinks for a moment. ”Main Street far north end. Sells hunting supplies, I thought you’d get that from the hunting store context.” Carl says obviously ribbing the younger investigator.

"Would these Brothers be what you consider friendly or keep to themselves? How would they react to some guests with questions? Don't want to go ruffle their feathers unnecessarily."

Carl mildly shrugs. ”Don’t know them all that well. They were friendly the one or two times I’ve had conversations with them. As to how they’ll react…” Carl pauses to take a drag from his dwindling cigarette. ”No idea, depends on their mood I would guess.” Carl says.

”I think you’ve got company now, so let’s call it here. Plus I have paperwork to do. Have a nice night Isaiah.” Carl says before getting off of his stool and making his way into the back of the restaurant.

The musician starts singing another song, this one seems a bit more morbid than the last one.

What Are Your Intentions?

Zachary: HP: 42/42, S.D.C. 21/21, I.S.P.: 10/10
Sean: HP: 22/22, S.D.C.: 50/50, I.S.P.: 16/16
Isaiah: HP: 19/19, S.D.C.: 29/29, I.S.P.: 15/15
Nigel: HP: 20/20, S.D.C.: 22/22, I.S.P.: 6/10, P.P.E.: 12/12