(( 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.
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
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.
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?))