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[Patrick Hunt]

(( I'll keep reading as long as they allow. ))

[Harry Baldman]

"It is approaching nighttime. Perhaps we had better leave and come back tomorrow. You people seem rather injured."

If others agree, leave the house and rest wherever I happen to be staying right now.

[Pancaek]

"I think that is an excellent idea. I shall meet you here back tomorrow"

Go the my university digs, swing by the medical facility and get myself patched up

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Pierre Fortescue
Description: A librarian drafted into the Great War, he served as a field medic. Unable to bear remaining in france after he saw his friends shot to pieces and his hometown destroyed, he immigrated to America in hopes of starting anew. He is about 1.8 meters tall and has dark brown hair with a moustache. His eyes are grey. He wears a simple brown checkered suit with a red bowtie. He is currently undergoing further medical training at the Miskatonic University.
Hit points: 7/13
Sanity: 48
Inventory: Nagant revolver(7/7,1d8+1,2,VS), book "the three musketeers", Satchel bag with basic medical supplies.

[mastahcheese]

Check out back again.

Spoiler: Character (click to show/hide)

Name: Cromwell Jackson
Description: Tall, lanky man with thick eyeglasses, he is a travelling street magician down on his luck.
Hit points: 11/13
Sanity: 49
Inventory: Deck of Trick Cards, Worn Top Hat, Caged Rabbit "Cheddar", Backpack with miscellaneous "magical" Equipment
Owns (not on person): Nothing, he is homeless.

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[Joben]

(( I'll keep reading as long as they allow. ))

((It looks like the party is breaking up for today. You may be the only one left in the house, which may not be desirable.))

But whether you go home or stay here it seems clear that you intend to spend the evening reading.

Spoiler: Corbit Dairy, Interesting Bits (click to show/hide)

March the Twelfth, 1808
A tome was found while digging up ye subjects. Perusing this text promises a studious practitioner the opportunity to converse with a most powerful and wise being not of this world. While I remain skeptical, I must knowe what secrets lie in this long-forgotten volume.

September the Eighth, 1808
The time is right. Months spent deciphering the meanings and intricacies of this folio have finally shown their worth.

"I think that is an excellent idea. I shall meet you here back tomorrow"

Go the my university digs, swing by the medical facility and get myself patched up

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Pierre Fortescue
Description: A librarian drafted into the Great War, he served as a field medic. Unable to bear remaining in france after he saw his friends shot to pieces and his hometown destroyed, he immigrated to America in hopes of starting anew. He is about 1.8 meters tall and has dark brown hair with a moustache. His eyes are grey. He wears a simple brown checkered suit with a red bowtie. He is currently undergoing further medical training at the Miskatonic University.
Hit points: 7/13
Sanity: 48
Inventory: Nagant revolver(7/7,1d8+1,2,VS), book "the three musketeers", Satchel bag with basic medical supplies.

Miskatonic University is in a town, Arkham, 20 miles south. There's a direct rail connection, so you can ride home tonight. I'm going to abstract this because RP'ing this kind of interaction takes forever in an RTD and seems unnecessary for a non-plot-centric NPC:

The university doctor you see wants to know what happened to you. I sorta assume you're going to prevaricate and say something about either an accident or an assailant in Boston. That will probably cover it.

He compliments you on the neat job bandaging it, but will probably want to put in some stitches and give you whatever medications doctors prescribed in 1920 to prevent infections. He will also stress that it is important you come see him again next week at the latest.

Professional medical care doubles your natural healing rate. ((I'll get back to you on how much that is and when. I need to tweak a mechanic I don't like.))

"It is approaching nighttime. Perhaps we had better leave and come back tomorrow. You people seem rather injured."

If others agree, leave the house and rest wherever I happen to be staying right now.

You go home.

((Being a skilled tradesman and recent migrant you're probably somewhere between lower and middle class. An apartment, or lodgings at a rooming house, perhaps more if you have a family. But the details of your home life are up to you if you care.))

Check out back again.

Spoiler: Character (click to show/hide)

Name: Cromwell Jackson
Description: Tall, lanky man with thick eyeglasses, he is a traveling street magician down on his luck.
Hit points: 11/13
Sanity: 49
Inventory: Deck of Trick Cards, Worn Top Hat, Caged Rabbit "Cheddar", Backpack with miscellaneous "magical" Equipment
Owns (not on person): Nothing, he is homeless.

You head out the back door. You once again find yourself in the overgrown and somehow rather bleak yard. Nearby is the grape arbor. Basically the only noteworthy object around. No features draw your immediate attention, it's just an old grape arbor with a little paved seating area under it with a bench.

((Btw, where do you sleep since you're homeless? Might you be staying with one of your friend/associates for now?))

[mastahcheese]

((Btw, where do you sleep since you're homeless? Might you be staying with one of your friend/associates for now?))

((Hadn't really thought much about that part. Wherever Cheddar is comfortable, I guess.))

"Hmm, on second thought, I don't think there will be any time to check this out right now."

Head back in to help Corbit stay safe, leave when he does.

[Patrick Hunt]

Sit at home, read on for information about what the being is and the tomes name.

[Harry Baldman]

Since Boganski has no real family - at least none that are still alive as far as he knows - he stays at a nearby flophouse, being the sort to travel quite a bit.

Stay in flophouse, rest until morning. Hope sanity, as little erosion as it has suffered, comes back quickly enough.

[Joben]

((Btw, where do you sleep since you're homeless? Might you be staying with one of your friend/associates for now?))

((Hadn't really thought much about that part. Wherever Cheddar is comfortable, I guess.))

"Hmm, on second thought, I don't think there will be any time to check this out right now."

Head back in to help Corbit stay safe, leave when he does.

((Corbit is the guy who's diary's were found. The last character in the house was Patrick Hunts's who's name is Harvey Jones, he's the former thug who likes knives.))

When the last of the others leave you head out yourself to wherever it is that you're staying.

The night passes. You dreamt about Cheddar being missing and trying to find him in a dark building while the walls slowly close in on you.

Sit at home, read on for information about what the being is and the tomes name.

You read into the night until you fall asleep, and continue over breakfast.

Corbit's Diary, All Interesting Bits from Volume 1:

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

March the Twelfth, 1808
A tome was found while digging up ye subjects. Perusing this text promises a studious practitioner the opportunity to converse with a most powerful and wise being not of this world. While I remain skeptical, I must knowe what secrets lie in this long-forgotten volume.

September the Eighth, 1808
The time is right. Months spent deciphering the meanings and intricacies of this folio have finally shown their worth.

September the Ninth, 1808
Last night will forever be printed upon my mind. At the clock’s ring of midnight, my closest colleagues and I set forth upon calling that which we read of in the old tome. The ritual called for the blood of 3 willing individuals, let by the same blade. I am, as of yet, unable to remove the stain of our shared sacrifice from it's surface.
We spoke the words written, and bent our minds to their meanings and the impossible geometries they described. For a moment I thought it was all for nothing. Then with suddenness I felt as if I were standing on the brink of an infinity of nothingness. Then the Dark Man was in our midst. Thus I shall call him, for his is an all over blackness more than any African, as though light itself dares not touch him. His mere presence caused Amelie Hooper, wife of Benjamin, to let out a shriek. In other circumstances I would remark how unfitting such behavior is amongst society. But I must admit so startling and strange was the experience that I almost cried out in fear as well. As quickly as the Dark Man arrived, he had vanished back into the lightless void from which he appeared. I must contact him again.

December the Fourteenth, 1808
My studies continue, some of my colleagues say I overreach and would hold me back. But they can do nothing. To whom would they make complaint? If the public were to learn of this tome, or of the nature of our weekly ceremonies, they would surely try to kill us all. Our knowledge will remain secret, for the present.

Since Boganski has no real family - at least none that are still alive as far as he knows - he stays at a nearby flophouse, being the sort to travel quite a bit.

Stay in flophouse, rest until morning. Hope sanity, as little erosion as it has suffered, comes back quickly enough.

You retire for the evening seeking calm. Unfortunately you do not think you will feel any relief unless you can somehow bring the matter to a close.

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@ Everyone generally:  Ok it's now Tuesday morning. What you are you doing?

Anywhere you want to go in Boston or the area around is fine. Taking time off so Harvey can finish reading the diary and maybe the injured guys heal up is viable too. And of course you can just all head back to The House.

I just want to stress that you have a lot of leeway in how you handle this investigation. It's as unrailroady as possible.


Here's how the healing mechanic is going to work btw:

Every morning you have a 30% chance of getting back 1 hp. If you're receiving regular professional medical care for your injury you get two chances.

[mastahcheese]

Go search for some breakfast.

[Harry Baldman]

Eat, then go and look up general info about the property we are dealing with - ownership history, particular details, involvement in any particular news, that sort of thing.

[Patrick Hunt]

Continue reading and note down all the interesting stuff.

[Joben]

Go search for some breakfast.

Unfortunately you're broke. Really broke. Getting a place off the street last night took your last coin. Without much else to do you set up on a corner and try to entertain some passersby. After a little while you've made enough for a frugal breakfast. A local grocer gives you some slightly wilted greens which Cheddar seems quite happy with.

Eat, then go and look up general info about the property we are dealing with - ownership history, particular details, involvement in any particular news, that sort of thing.

You have breakfast and think about where to start. You might be able to find information at the library or with the town clerk. ((Travel to either destination can be considered accomplished as part of this turn.))

Continue reading and note down all the interesting stuff.

You read for a while longer, starting on the second volume:

March the Third, 1820
The Brotherhood grows. We have begun construction of a meeting place. Our frequent gatherings will attract little attention if conducted openly in a place such as the Christian congregations and the common fraternal orders use.

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Pancaek, if Fortesque is going back to Boston this morning we can just treat that as accomplished while the others do the stuff above.
(Probably he breakfasts at the university cafeteria before taking the train.)
Just start with whatever you want to do back in town.
Of course if you have some completely different plan that's fine too.

[Harry Baldman]

Town clerk first, library afterwards.

[Patrick Hunt]

(( The words, THE WORDS!!!!! They blur together!!!! ))

More reading.