Book Two - The Psychogeography of Terror
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Eddie Sharpe, journalist
He can see that Isaiah is eating steadily. Eddie wonders what his pasta shapes are named, Sea shells, I guess.
He can see that Isaiah is eating steadily. Eddie wonders what his pasta shapes are named, Sea shells, I guess.
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Dr. Clarke:
"Mr. Wilkins who did this? How did you know of this place? Was it the scene of one of the cult murders you spoke of?" Dr. Clarke says in astonishment at the detail in which the wall is decorated. He examines the walls closely, which was something that he was not able to in Turkey.
"Mr. Wilkins who did this? How did you know of this place? Was it the scene of one of the cult murders you spoke of?" Dr. Clarke says in astonishment at the detail in which the wall is decorated. He examines the walls closely, which was something that he was not able to in Turkey.
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Charters Book Shop
Providence, RI
Sept. 15, 1925
On the way back to his book shop after seeing the courtyard mural and Carcosa still in it, Reginald Wilkins ponders the possibility of the drawing being some form of gate. Dr. Clarke asks Reginald about the photos of the Mt. Latmos cavern.
Reginald has been studying the subject of gates lately, putting in long hours of reading the Pnakotic Manuscripts. And the interest Raymond Randolph expressed in the subject of mystic travel further stokes Reginald's curiousity. The reluctant occultist has, for the first time in his career, actually studied an alleged spell. The Find Gate incantation is suppose to reveal Gates, oherwise known as portals that can transport a person from one locale to another. If the grimoire is to be believed, such a locale could be otherworldly.
Reginald opens the book to the pages devoted to te Find Gate ceremony...
He reviews the ritual and gathers chalk, candle, incense, ash, and a pen knife. Together with the book he heads back out to the courtyard mural. Reginald invites Dr. Clarke and Dr. Morgan.
Brown University
Providence, RI
Sept. 16, 1925
The next morning Isaiah Bartlett and Eddie Sharp stand before the John Hay Library at Brown University.
Inside they are to meet Howard Lovecraft, a minor writer of pulp fiction in the weird and fantastic vein. Eddie is to play the role of Horace Whately, an aspiring pulp writer who is an acquaintance of Ubaid Hazrabad and Ambrose Carcosa. Eddie is a little nervous about this charade, and the association with Carcosa. Eddie/Whately is suppose to talk up Lovecraft, get writing advice, read Lovecraft's latest draft story, and most important find out what he can about Carcosa and cults. Isaiah isn't quite sure what he is suppose to be or do, but the old man can be wily.
Isaiah and Eddie walk through the lobby toward the reading room. They note the polished wood of card catalogs and tables, the shining marble floors, the hushed atmosphere, the smell of paper, the fastidious Brown students going about their studies.
Providence, RI
Sept. 15, 1925
On the way back to his book shop after seeing the courtyard mural and Carcosa still in it, Reginald Wilkins ponders the possibility of the drawing being some form of gate. Dr. Clarke asks Reginald about the photos of the Mt. Latmos cavern.
Reginald has been studying the subject of gates lately, putting in long hours of reading the Pnakotic Manuscripts. And the interest Raymond Randolph expressed in the subject of mystic travel further stokes Reginald's curiousity. The reluctant occultist has, for the first time in his career, actually studied an alleged spell. The Find Gate incantation is suppose to reveal Gates, oherwise known as portals that can transport a person from one locale to another. If the grimoire is to be believed, such a locale could be otherworldly.
Reginald opens the book to the pages devoted to te Find Gate ceremony...
Brown University
Providence, RI
Sept. 16, 1925
The next morning Isaiah Bartlett and Eddie Sharp stand before the John Hay Library at Brown University.
Inside they are to meet Howard Lovecraft, a minor writer of pulp fiction in the weird and fantastic vein. Eddie is to play the role of Horace Whately, an aspiring pulp writer who is an acquaintance of Ubaid Hazrabad and Ambrose Carcosa. Eddie is a little nervous about this charade, and the association with Carcosa. Eddie/Whately is suppose to talk up Lovecraft, get writing advice, read Lovecraft's latest draft story, and most important find out what he can about Carcosa and cults. Isaiah isn't quite sure what he is suppose to be or do, but the old man can be wily.
Isaiah and Eddie walk through the lobby toward the reading room. They note the polished wood of card catalogs and tables, the shining marble floors, the hushed atmosphere, the smell of paper, the fastidious Brown students going about their studies.
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Eddie Sharpe, journalist
"Whately, I'm Horace Whately," he repeats over and over to himself. "I'm ready--Mr. Bartlett?"
"Whately, I'm Horace Whately," he repeats over and over to himself. "I'm ready--Mr. Bartlett?"
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Isaiah Bartlett, wise old man
Isaiah and Eddie/Horace go through their cover stories once more before entering the library.
Isaiah plans to introduce himself a reader of fiction, who is setting up a small fund for young writers. Horace Whately is one of his first authors. The writers are getting a small sum of money each quarter they publish at least a single story. Lovecraft is a potential candidate.
"I'm ready, Mr. Whately."
He combs his untidy hair. He is wearing his good jacket, so to pass as a patron of arts.
Isaiah and Eddie/Horace go through their cover stories once more before entering the library.
Isaiah plans to introduce himself a reader of fiction, who is setting up a small fund for young writers. Horace Whately is one of his first authors. The writers are getting a small sum of money each quarter they publish at least a single story. Lovecraft is a potential candidate.
"I'm ready, Mr. Whately."
He combs his untidy hair. He is wearing his good jacket, so to pass as a patron of arts.
G A M E S :
Running Vaults & Wastelands [Fallout]
Isaiah Bartlett in That Which Should Not Be [CoC]
Ingrid Esthof in The Horror at Briarsgate [1e]
Jónas Gillman in The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh [1e]
I N A C T I V E : (
Ballar Uh in Dungeonesque [LL/AEC]
Favrick in The Rise of Smaug [BW]
Running Vaults & Wastelands [Fallout]
Isaiah Bartlett in That Which Should Not Be [CoC]
Ingrid Esthof in The Horror at Briarsgate [1e]
Jónas Gillman in The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh [1e]
I N A C T I V E : (
Ballar Uh in Dungeonesque [LL/AEC]
Favrick in The Rise of Smaug [BW]
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Dr. Francis Morgan:
Before returning to the courtyard mural, Dr. Morgan turns to Reginald and Dr. Clarke and asks, "Should we bring the crystal with us, or secure it someplace? I think we should probably place it in a safety deposit box for the time being, until we can get in contact with Mr.Archer. I'm hesitant for the crystal to leave our sight; however, I'm also reluctant to take it with us to the courtyard. We know it is connected with gateways and time travel in some way, and whatever is conjured up at the mural site could react adversely with the crystal and prove dire."
Before returning to the courtyard mural, Dr. Morgan turns to Reginald and Dr. Clarke and asks, "Should we bring the crystal with us, or secure it someplace? I think we should probably place it in a safety deposit box for the time being, until we can get in contact with Mr.Archer. I'm hesitant for the crystal to leave our sight; however, I'm also reluctant to take it with us to the courtyard. We know it is connected with gateways and time travel in some way, and whatever is conjured up at the mural site could react adversely with the crystal and prove dire."
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Dr. Clarke:
"Hmm yes, good thinking Frank. Edith and I will take the crystal and secure lodgings for us while you accompany Mr. Wilkins back to the courtyard. I'll contact the B.O.I. and inquire about Mr. Archer once we has our rooms." He nods to Dr. Morgan and then to Edith for confirmation.
"Mr. Wilkins any suggestions on a good hotel in the area? I have heard the Biltmore Hotel is a fine place to stay."
Right before Dr. Morgan and Mr. Wilkins leave for the courtyard Dr. Clarke pull Frank aside and speaks to him softly.
"To be perfectly honest that mural make me uneasy. It brings back memories that I do not wish to relive. While you're there examine the floor. Look to see if it possesses the same geometric symbols that were found in the caves. Remember the circle of metal on the floor, about 6' in diameter. It was connected at three concentric points to the large metal box in the center which held the crystal. Be careful, chap don't let Mr. Wilkins out of your sight. I fear his knowledge might be his undoing and I don't wish it to be yours as well." He says as he holds out his hand out to greet the man goodbye.
"I'll call back here once we have secured lodgings."
"Hmm yes, good thinking Frank. Edith and I will take the crystal and secure lodgings for us while you accompany Mr. Wilkins back to the courtyard. I'll contact the B.O.I. and inquire about Mr. Archer once we has our rooms." He nods to Dr. Morgan and then to Edith for confirmation.
"Mr. Wilkins any suggestions on a good hotel in the area? I have heard the Biltmore Hotel is a fine place to stay."
Right before Dr. Morgan and Mr. Wilkins leave for the courtyard Dr. Clarke pull Frank aside and speaks to him softly.
"To be perfectly honest that mural make me uneasy. It brings back memories that I do not wish to relive. While you're there examine the floor. Look to see if it possesses the same geometric symbols that were found in the caves. Remember the circle of metal on the floor, about 6' in diameter. It was connected at three concentric points to the large metal box in the center which held the crystal. Be careful, chap don't let Mr. Wilkins out of your sight. I fear his knowledge might be his undoing and I don't wish it to be yours as well." He says as he holds out his hand out to greet the man goodbye.
"I'll call back here once we have secured lodgings."
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Dr. Morgan:
Dr. Morgan shakes Dr. Clarke's hand, gently squeezes his shoulder, and hands him the valet containing the crystal. He smiles nervously and says, "I will be careful my friend, and you and Edith please do the same. I fear that we are all in danger while we have this crystal in our possession. I will try to find more answers, and we will return to the bookstore to meet you later this evening.
Prior to leaving to examine the mural, Dr. Morgan also wishes to stop off to procure a pistol, ammunition, and a flashlight if at all possible. Dr. Morgan is accompanying Mr. Wilkins to examine the mural and to assist Reginald if he gets into any danger or trouble. Dr. Morgan is in no way participating in the gateway ritual, just observing as a scholar and offering support.
Dr. Morgan shakes Dr. Clarke's hand, gently squeezes his shoulder, and hands him the valet containing the crystal. He smiles nervously and says, "I will be careful my friend, and you and Edith please do the same. I fear that we are all in danger while we have this crystal in our possession. I will try to find more answers, and we will return to the bookstore to meet you later this evening.
Prior to leaving to examine the mural, Dr. Morgan also wishes to stop off to procure a pistol, ammunition, and a flashlight if at all possible. Dr. Morgan is accompanying Mr. Wilkins to examine the mural and to assist Reginald if he gets into any danger or trouble. Dr. Morgan is in no way participating in the gateway ritual, just observing as a scholar and offering support.
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Dr. Clarke and Dr. Morgan procure pistols and part ways. Reginald and Dr. Morgan motor over to Court Street and the mural.
Carcosa is in the mural.
It is about 6:00 pm and sun is beginning its slow descent as Reginald sets up before the mural. He chalks out a circle outlined in Xaqloui language signs, arranges candles and incense, and uses his pen knife to slice his palm and drip blood into a small bowl of ash. Dr. Morgan looks on in fascination. Only his recent experiences allow him to consider that what Reginald is doing isn't complete balderdash. Reginald opens the Pnakotic Manuscripts to a certain page, not completely trusting his memory on such a complex ritual. He begins chanting, occasionally moving his hands in funny ways, at one point rubbing the blood-moist ash on his eye lids.
Dr. Morgan shoos away some kids and a wino.
Reginald intones words in an unknown tongue for 20 minutes, his concentration intense. For 40 minutes, his mind becoming aware then of something beyond the concrete wall...
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Dr. Morgan:
"Reginald!", Dr. Morgan cries out as he rushes over to Reginald's collapsed form and carefully checks for a pulse.
"Reginald!", Dr. Morgan cries out as he rushes over to Reginald's collapsed form and carefully checks for a pulse.
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"Oh David, this will certainly do," says Edith Walton to Dr. Clarke.
"Welcome to the Biltmore," greets the doorman.
"Welcome to the Biltmore," greets the doorman.
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Dr. Clarke:
Dr Clarke with Edith in hand approach the front desk.
"You know Edith this is almost like a vacation. Well actually I'm on leave until further notice so this is a vacation, a strange one at that. We should live like it." He then speaks to the clerk. "My good sir, I would like a suite for three. One high up with skyline view of the city and away from below deck berthers. One with possible special or extra security. I ask that not to slight your other clientele, but ever since my good friend and author was murdered in his hotel room by unsavories while visiting New York, I'm always extra cautious now when I travel to unfamiliar cities."
Dr Clarke with Edith in hand approach the front desk.
"You know Edith this is almost like a vacation. Well actually I'm on leave until further notice so this is a vacation, a strange one at that. We should live like it." He then speaks to the clerk. "My good sir, I would like a suite for three. One high up with skyline view of the city and away from below deck berthers. One with possible special or extra security. I ask that not to slight your other clientele, but ever since my good friend and author was murdered in his hotel room by unsavories while visiting New York, I'm always extra cautious now when I travel to unfamiliar cities."
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A Reading Room
John Hay Library
Brown University
Providence, RI
10:00 am, Sept. 16, 1925
Arkham Gazette Reporter Eddie Sharp and wise old man Isaiah Bartlett walk into the reading room where they spot, according to Reginald Wilkin's description, Mr. Howard Phillip Lovecraft. He is at a table, with a notebook, folder, newspaper and encyclopedia spread out before him.
At their approach Mr. Lovecraft stands and introduces himself.
"Mr. Whately I presume? Good morning, I am Howard Lovecraft.
It is satisfying to meet a fellow enthusuiast of tales macabre." He reaches out to shake Eddie (aka Horace Whately) hand, and glances expectantly at Isaiah.
John Hay Library
Brown University
Providence, RI
10:00 am, Sept. 16, 1925
Arkham Gazette Reporter Eddie Sharp and wise old man Isaiah Bartlett walk into the reading room where they spot, according to Reginald Wilkin's description, Mr. Howard Phillip Lovecraft. He is at a table, with a notebook, folder, newspaper and encyclopedia spread out before him.
At their approach Mr. Lovecraft stands and introduces himself.
"Mr. Whately I presume? Good morning, I am Howard Lovecraft.
It is satisfying to meet a fellow enthusuiast of tales macabre." He reaches out to shake Eddie (aka Horace Whately) hand, and glances expectantly at Isaiah.
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Isaiah Bartlett, wise old man
Isaiah is not much of an actor, and he reasons that he has a better chance at portraying a somewhat eccentric patron than a "true macabre aficionado".
"Good morning, Mr. Lovecraft. My name is Isaiah Bartlett, and I am, too, an enthusiast. Not as an author, but as a reader... Unfortunately, my eyesight is failing me, and lately I have to rely on my servant reading to me. But this is, of course, not what I came to talk to you about."
A few short, violent coughs interrupt his speech, then he continues:
"But I am trying to keep up with new voices in American literature. And I feel it's time to do something in return. I am offering young authors a stipend, a small quarterly sum, to help them concentrate on their writing. My lawyer is working on turning my little endeavor into a foundation - you see, I have no illusions on just how many years I have left..."
A bitter smile appears on his face: this is something he is not making up.
"But since I am here so far, I like to interview any prospective authors (and as you may have already guessed, you are one!) personally. Mr. Whately was the person who brought your works to my attention, and invited me over. I hope you don't mind if I stay."
Isaiah is not much of an actor, and he reasons that he has a better chance at portraying a somewhat eccentric patron than a "true macabre aficionado".
"Good morning, Mr. Lovecraft. My name is Isaiah Bartlett, and I am, too, an enthusiast. Not as an author, but as a reader... Unfortunately, my eyesight is failing me, and lately I have to rely on my servant reading to me. But this is, of course, not what I came to talk to you about."
A few short, violent coughs interrupt his speech, then he continues:
"But I am trying to keep up with new voices in American literature. And I feel it's time to do something in return. I am offering young authors a stipend, a small quarterly sum, to help them concentrate on their writing. My lawyer is working on turning my little endeavor into a foundation - you see, I have no illusions on just how many years I have left..."
A bitter smile appears on his face: this is something he is not making up.
"But since I am here so far, I like to interview any prospective authors (and as you may have already guessed, you are one!) personally. Mr. Whately was the person who brought your works to my attention, and invited me over. I hope you don't mind if I stay."
G A M E S :
Running Vaults & Wastelands [Fallout]
Isaiah Bartlett in That Which Should Not Be [CoC]
Ingrid Esthof in The Horror at Briarsgate [1e]
Jónas Gillman in The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh [1e]
I N A C T I V E : (
Ballar Uh in Dungeonesque [LL/AEC]
Favrick in The Rise of Smaug [BW]
Running Vaults & Wastelands [Fallout]
Isaiah Bartlett in That Which Should Not Be [CoC]
Ingrid Esthof in The Horror at Briarsgate [1e]
Jónas Gillman in The Sinister Secret of Saltmarsh [1e]
I N A C T I V E : (
Ballar Uh in Dungeonesque [LL/AEC]
Favrick in The Rise of Smaug [BW]
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Eddie Sharpe, journalist
"Likewise, Mr. Lovecraft," responds Eddie or Horace Whately as Howard Lovecraft believes.
"Yes, as Mr. Bartlett said," says Whately, "I recommended you to receive his stipend. I admire your imagination, Mr. Lovecraft," he explains and gushes, "I thought The Temple most excellent--Karl Heinrich's 'message in a bottle' . . ." he stops, obviously thinking about, and enjoying his memory of the story.
"Likewise, Mr. Lovecraft," responds Eddie or Horace Whately as Howard Lovecraft believes.
"Yes, as Mr. Bartlett said," says Whately, "I recommended you to receive his stipend. I admire your imagination, Mr. Lovecraft," he explains and gushes, "I thought The Temple most excellent--Karl Heinrich's 'message in a bottle' . . ." he stops, obviously thinking about, and enjoying his memory of the story.
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Reginald Wilkins, bookdealer
He remembers, somehow, Ambrose Carcosa. He remembers the dark deeds of his friend Timothy, and of McCoy, and the other murders. "You!" he says. He gets up on his own, without taking Carcosa's hand. Reginald tries to formulate the question that he wants to ask Carcosa. "Why are you doing this? Who are you?"
Obviously, this is before Reginald tries the Find Gate spell. "These pictures were taken in an underground tunnel, beneath a jazz club that Carcosa frequents. I think one of the gangsters that was arrested, Mr. McCoy, may have committed one of the ritual murders there, or at least close by. Sadly, he was of no help when we interviewed him. I hear he has been released from custody."DadsAngry wrote:Dr. Clarke:
"Mr. Wilkins who did this? How did you know of this place? Was it the scene of one of the cult murders you spoke of?" Dr. Clarke says in astonishment at the detail in which the wall is decorated. He examines the walls closely, which was something that he was not able to in Turkey.
Reginald tries to make sense of his surroundings, but abandons the idea because it makes no sense. There is no surroundings, only sense of ideas.Grognardsw wrote:Fogs envelope Reginald as up ahead a darkness parts his consciousness. Stepping forth is Ambrose Carcosa, smiling in welcome. He reaches his hand out for Reginald. "You made it."
He remembers, somehow, Ambrose Carcosa. He remembers the dark deeds of his friend Timothy, and of McCoy, and the other murders. "You!" he says. He gets up on his own, without taking Carcosa's hand. Reginald tries to formulate the question that he wants to ask Carcosa. "Why are you doing this? Who are you?"
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At the John Hay Library
"Ah yes, The Temple," he continues, responding to Eddie/Horace. "Well it is a pleasing enough yarn, as they say, though my vision for future stories is well beyond that. Tell me Mr. Whately of your own writing aspirations."
Earlier That Day
Reginald realizes the unknown writing is in part the Xaqloui language, that written by Timothy Carver in his notebooks, and seen in occult tomes such as Unausprachlichen Kulten and Pnakotic Manuscripts.
Now, At the Biltmore Hotel
"Certainly sir, we have a suite available for three," says the front desk clerk to Dr. Clarke. "We take pride in our service and security."
His eyes widen at Dr. Clarke's mention of a murder. "My goodness, we hope such violence never occurs at the Biltmore."
He pulls out the guest book. "Now, who shall be the third party in the suite with you and your wife?"
Edith blushes.
In the Courtyard
Reginald's mind rebels at the strangeness of the situation. He gets dizzy and collapses.
Reginald's insights...
He awakens with Dr. Morgan's face looking over him with concern.
Mr. Lovecraft nods to Eddie/Horace and Isaiah. "A most noble effort Mr. Bartlett. I believe the genre is slipping into sensationalism. Freeing the writer of commercial concerns through your grants allows the author to elevate his craft to the art it deserves to be. I am humbled you would consider my scribblings worthy of your attention."makken123Tabs wrote:Eddie Sharpe, journalist
"Likewise, Mr. Lovecraft," responds Eddie or Horace Whately as Howard Lovecraft believes.
"Yes, as Mr. Bartlett said," says Whately, "I recommended you to receive his stipend. I admire your imagination, Mr. Lovecraft," he explains and gushes, "I thought The Temple most excellent--Karl Heinrich's 'message in a bottle' . . ." he stops, obviously thinking about, and enjoying his memory of the story.
"Ah yes, The Temple," he continues, responding to Eddie/Horace. "Well it is a pleasing enough yarn, as they say, though my vision for future stories is well beyond that. Tell me Mr. Whately of your own writing aspirations."
Earlier That Day
Dr. Clarke studies the pictures. He sees primitive pictograms, symbology, and writing in the unknown tongue. He now has more detailed pictures to complement the photographs Edith Walton took before the hideous monstrosity attacked. Further study and cross-referencing, perhaps with the books Reginald Wilkins mentioned, may yield more insights.DadsAngry wrote:Dr. Clarke:
"Mr. Wilkins who did this? How did you know of this place? Was it the scene of one of the cult murders you spoke of?" Dr. Clarke says in astonishment at the detail in which the wall is decorated. He examines the walls closely, which was something that he was not able to in Turkey.
Reginald realizes the unknown writing is in part the Xaqloui language, that written by Timothy Carver in his notebooks, and seen in occult tomes such as Unausprachlichen Kulten and Pnakotic Manuscripts.
Now, At the Biltmore Hotel
"Certainly sir, we have a suite available for three," says the front desk clerk to Dr. Clarke. "We take pride in our service and security."
His eyes widen at Dr. Clarke's mention of a murder. "My goodness, we hope such violence never occurs at the Biltmore."
He pulls out the guest book. "Now, who shall be the third party in the suite with you and your wife?"
Edith blushes.
In the Courtyard
Carcosa smiles, his eyes glowing red for a second, and he says: "Ph'ch' 'ai oltmyoi Ugthaa, Tegoth."SoctraticLawyer wrote:Reginald remembers, somehow, Ambrose Carcosa. He remembers the dark deeds of his friend Timothy, and of McCoy, and the other murders. "You!" he says. He gets up on his own, without taking Carcosa's hand. Reginald tries to formulate the question that he wants to ask Carcosa. "Why are you doing this? Who are you?"
Reginald's mind rebels at the strangeness of the situation. He gets dizzy and collapses.
Reginald's insights...
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Dr. Morgan:
Dr. Morgan leans over a prone and unresponsive Reginald Wilkins and pries open one of his eyelids to examine his pupils. Suddenly, Reginald awakens with a gasp and Dr. Morgan immediately assails him with a barrage of questions, "Are you okay? What did you see? What happened?" He then catches himself and calmly says, "Forgive me friend. I need to give you a minute. Rest here for a moment until you get your bearings." Crouching beside Mr. Wilkins, Dr. Morgan glares at the mural with circumspection and uncertainty.
Dr. Morgan leans over a prone and unresponsive Reginald Wilkins and pries open one of his eyelids to examine his pupils. Suddenly, Reginald awakens with a gasp and Dr. Morgan immediately assails him with a barrage of questions, "Are you okay? What did you see? What happened?" He then catches himself and calmly says, "Forgive me friend. I need to give you a minute. Rest here for a moment until you get your bearings." Crouching beside Mr. Wilkins, Dr. Morgan glares at the mural with circumspection and uncertainty.
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Reginald Wilkins, bookdealer
Reginald gasps, taking large breaths, eyes opening and closing rapidly. "Ph'ch' 'ai oltmyoi Ugthaa, Tegoth," he says, looking around. He sees Dr. Morgan, but appears not to recognize him for a moment. He looks around for a few seconds and seems to get his bearings, somewhat. "The threshold ... the ..."
He looks around again. He is talking more to himself than to Dr. Morgan. "It was written on the chalkboard. Below the jazz club. He was there." Reginald shakes his head, and tries to make some sense of his recent experience. "That's how he's doing it. He can travel, just as Dr. Randolph did. To and from Latmos, and Providence, and God knows where else. He is even more dangerous than we imagined."
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Reginald gasps, taking large breaths, eyes opening and closing rapidly. "Ph'ch' 'ai oltmyoi Ugthaa, Tegoth," he says, looking around. He sees Dr. Morgan, but appears not to recognize him for a moment. He looks around for a few seconds and seems to get his bearings, somewhat. "The threshold ... the ..."
He looks around again. He is talking more to himself than to Dr. Morgan. "It was written on the chalkboard. Below the jazz club. He was there." Reginald shakes his head, and tries to make some sense of his recent experience. "That's how he's doing it. He can travel, just as Dr. Randolph did. To and from Latmos, and Providence, and God knows where else. He is even more dangerous than we imagined."
Character sheet updated.
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Dr. Clarke:
"Dr. Francis Morgan is the other occupant. He should be arriving in a few hours. My wife and I would like to have dinner up in our room. Can that be arranged?"
Dr. Clarke signs the hotel ledger as Mr. and Mrs. David Clarke and finishes any other paper work. When the porter attempts to carry the valise Dr. Clarke insists on taking himself and tips the porter two dollars. On the way up to the room Dr. Clarke tells Edith about his poor friend who was murdered in his hotel room.
"Poor Elias, he was a good friend and excellent author. He spent a lot of his time in the dark jungles of Africa researching tribal myths and customs. Apparently while visiting this January in New York he was murder in cold blood in his hotel room. As far as I know his killer have not been brought to justice. You and your father spent some time in Africa did you?"
Dr. Clarke and Edith will eat dinner and wait for a least two hours before call the bookstore to see if Mr. Wilkins and Dr. Morgan have returned. In the mean time….
Dr. Clarke grins and that remark but does not correct the clerk.Grognardsw wrote: Now, At the Biltmore Hotel
"Certainly sir, we have a suite available for three," says the front desk clerk to Dr. Clarke. "We take pride in our service and security."
His eyes widen at Dr. Clarke's mention of a murder. "My goodness, we hope such violence never occurs at the Biltmore."
He pulls out the guest book. "Now, who shall be the third party in the suite with you and your wife?"
Edith blushes.
"Dr. Francis Morgan is the other occupant. He should be arriving in a few hours. My wife and I would like to have dinner up in our room. Can that be arranged?"
Dr. Clarke signs the hotel ledger as Mr. and Mrs. David Clarke and finishes any other paper work. When the porter attempts to carry the valise Dr. Clarke insists on taking himself and tips the porter two dollars. On the way up to the room Dr. Clarke tells Edith about his poor friend who was murdered in his hotel room.
"Poor Elias, he was a good friend and excellent author. He spent a lot of his time in the dark jungles of Africa researching tribal myths and customs. Apparently while visiting this January in New York he was murder in cold blood in his hotel room. As far as I know his killer have not been brought to justice. You and your father spent some time in Africa did you?"
Dr. Clarke and Edith will eat dinner and wait for a least two hours before call the bookstore to see if Mr. Wilkins and Dr. Morgan have returned. In the mean time….