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t3xx3r: "Here's the card. The realtor gave me this. Behind the card has
the address to the house."
t3xx3r: "According to the realtor, uh, it used to change hands every now
and then.
t3xx3r: "Funny thing is, there's a documentary going on right now...
What's it...
t3xx3r: He thinks for a second... "Ah, right! The Macario Family.
Davion: "That's your house?"
t3xx3r: Before Harold continues, "No. My house is just down the road. I
don't think I've told you that before. No, this house I'm trying to fix
up for room and board for weary travelers, some sort of breakfast & bed
inn."
Davion: (Who are my investigator buddies?)
t3xx3r: (Your investigator buddies are Jessica Valentine and Albert
Price)
t3xx3r: (Jessica's out and about. Albert's on a plane flying toward to
you)
t3xx3r: So Harold then continues...
t3xx3r: "Yeah, the Macario Family. I think it's on right now. They
owned this house before back in 1919... Sad tragedy though... Then
there's some French immigrant couple and a bunch of children who came
before the 1900's... They purchased the land, and somehow lost some
children to this house. I'm hoping this is just a rumor. Something high
school kids love to concoct before a bonfire..."
Davion: (Is there a university nearby with who I can unofficially have an
arangement with to borrow their equipment? Maybe any that have an
unofficial paranormal investigators clubs?)
t3xx3r: ((Yes. There's the Boone Miskatonic Club))
t3xx3r: ((There's Iowa State University in Ames))
t3xx3r: ((They have a very popular Miskatonic Club that has a lot of
paranormal gear))
t3xx3r: ((They also have a lot of Mythos stuff though none of it exhibits
magical properties))
t3xx3r: ((You can pick up the gear at the university in Ames. Boone's
Community College does have a Miskatonic club but they're not as strongly
funded as Iowa State))
Davion: (I give them first dibs for the videos and things for study for
the use of their equipment
t3xx3r: ((Give who? Colleges?))
Davion: (The club members/club president)
t3xx3r: ((OK))
Davion: (A sort of second set of eyes to look at stuff afterwards)
t3xx3r: "I think that would be about cover the basics. Any questions?"
t3xx3r: (Yeah, I can make do with that one)
Davion: "Are you going to be around later, if I have further questions?"
t3xx3r: "Yeah. I'll be around. Just need to do some errands. I'll be
home after 6PM."
t3xx3r: "Oh, and you do have my cellphone number. Call if you need
anything."
Davion: I'm going to call Albert, and if he's still in the air, leave a
message for him to call me.
t3xx3r: A British accent picks up, "Albert Price, go."
Davion: "Hey, Albert?"
t3xx3r: "Oh, hey! Davion! I meant to call you a minute ago."
Davion: "I got another investigation for us, my landlord has something
for us."
t3xx3r: "Sounds good. I'm just signing things off at the terminal. I'll
be around in a black rental car."
t3xx3r: "I'll be in Boone around fifteen minutes. Would you be at your
apartment?"
Davion: "Yeah for now, will have to call the club to see if anyone is
around to pick up our equipment...."
t3xx3r: "All right. I'll be by and we'll get going."
t3xx3r: "Tada for now, mate."
Davion: "Ok, see ya"
t3xx3r: Albert hangs up.
Davion: Call up Jessica....
t3xx3r: Jessica's cellphone went to voicemail. "Hi, this is Jessica,
please leave me a message and I'll get right back to you ASAP."
Davion: "Hey babe, where are you? Give Me a call when you get this....
Missing you.... Have another investigation...."
t3xx3r: ((Message saved in her cellphone))
t3xx3r: ((So what will you do now?))
Davion: Call up the contact at the university....
t3xx3r: Ringing 1...
t3xx3r: 2...
t3xx3r: "Hello... Miskatonic Club, where all the Mythos of Ry'leh exist!
How can I help you?"
Davion: "Hey! It's Me Davion... Got another job!"
t3xx3r: "Oh great, Davion! We thought that you were gone for quite a
while... *background talking for a few moments* Hey, the President and
I just talked. We're curious about what you've got going."
Davion: "My landlord has a property he wants checked out, he couldn't
give much information about it except that he's heard that it may be
haunted...."
Davion: "Have you seen that bit on TV about the Macario family? This may
be their house!"
t3xx3r: "Oh, wait..... *a momentary pause* Just turned on the
channel... So that's the house he bought? We'll look into the rest
ofthe documentary and find out. I think we've got someone who knows a
lot about the family."
Davion: "Oh? I'm waiting for Albert, we was coming up for a visit, and
should be here soon, when he is, we'll be coming down to pick up the
gear. Got anyone else that might want to join us?"
Davion: Joking only slightly, "We could use some gear carrying
slaves...."
t3xx3r: "Everyone's busy right now. One second... Ah, yes. I just got
an address you might want to look up if you're digging wide and deep for
the house. We call it the Corbitt House. You might want to check out
Boone's sanitarium just a few miles outside the town. The doctor
supervising the Macarios is Dr. Schledt. He's probably the only doctor
who knows more about them."
t3xx3r: "*background talking* Hey, Pres, do we have any pledges that are
willing to carry gear for Davion? .... *indistinct talking* Oh great...
Davion, yeah, we've got a few to help you out."
t3xx3r: "We'll have the paranormal gear setup and ready."
Davion: Thanks, might be..... 45 minutes or so when I'll be down to pick
it up.
t3xx3r: "Great. It'll be ready by then. Until then, the Stars must
become right," the Miskatonic Club contact then hangs up.
t3xx3r: ((The Stars must become right is a motto the Miskatonic Club of
Ames use))
Davion: Shakes his head, he likes looking into ghosts and things, but he
never got into all this Mythos $h*t...
t3xx3r: Jessica calls....
t3xx3r: "Hey Davion!"
Davion: "Hey babe, been missing you!"
t3xx3r: "Me too! I just got out of a modeling shoot. I just heard you
got a new job?"
Davion: "Yeah, the landlord has something, he bought a new property and
heard that it is haunted."
Davion: "He's willing to drop a month off rent and clear up my debt with
him..."
t3xx3r: "Wow, he does seem desperate... I really don't have anything to
do so are we doing this investigation stuff pretty soon?"
Davion: "yeah, when Albert gets here, going to pick up the gear."
Davion: "Might even have a couple club plebs to carry the gear"
t3xx3r: "Great! I'll get into my casuals and we'll go hunting for
ghosts! Heehee, can't wait to get some thrills out of this!"
Davion: "My little ghost whore.... Love you My babe!"
t3xx3r: "Love you too, Davion!"
t3xx3r: Jessica hangs up.
Davion: I'll try to hurry up and finish the current chapter on my book
and save it.
t3xx3r: ((OK))
Davion: And watch what's left of that documentary
t3xx3r: That'll be 30 minutes.
t3xx3r: As you watch the documentary...
t3xx3r: You see a huddled man sitting, a notepad, pencil in his hand. A
strange-looking man with wide eyes, a small foaming mouth walking around,
shaking his head back and forth...
Davion: (In the documentary?)
t3xx3r: Narrator: "Vittorio Macario was admitted to Boone Sanitarium in
1919. What is known of the tragedy that was to unfold at the Corbitt
House remained unsolved.
t3xx3r: (Yeah))
t3xx3r: Narrator: "Gabriella Macario, Vittorio's wife, was also admited
to the Sanitarium a few days later under different conditions. Her only
words were..."
t3xx3r: Gabriella in the documentary: "A great evil lives in that HOUSE!
Don't you see it? It hates my husband! It hates my husband *sobbing*
You can't see it, can't you?" Her words falling deaf on the huddled man
sitting (which clearly was a different scene)
t3xx3r: "Investigators have checked the house and found it empty, hardly
a home worthy of being haunted. This is an unsolved but unique mystery
of Boone's oldest residents. The question remains: is the house really
haunted? What happened in there? What caused Vittorio and Gabriella to
go insane? This is a paranormal activity documentary, televised for
Boone's residents on behalf of the PBS program for educational learning."
t3xx3r: *credits then cue*
t3xx3r: *The Haunted Hosue becomes the background, slowly taking shape
underneath the credits
Davion: "Yeah, we need to go pick up the gear," He gives her a DEEP kiss,
gives her bum a soft SQUEEZE and a playfull SLAP before letter her go!
t3xx3r: Jessica smiles, smirks... "Don't let the ghosts see you,
Davion."
t3xx3r: ((OK... we're going to skip a bit.))
t3xx3r: ((You've grabbed the gear, the plebes, and two of your
investigators in tow.. You're now back in Boone... What will you do
next?))
Davion: (What time is it now?)
t3xx3r: ((Assuming 12:04, 15 minutes with Harold, 5 minutes per call (10
minutes), 30 minutes worth of awtching the documentary, 30 minute drive
to and back at Boone...
t3xx3r: So 1:29..
t3xx3r: I'd safely say 1:35 PM for now.
Davion: Gives the landlord a call, "Hey I had another question!"
t3xx3r: "Yeah?"
Davion: "Does the property have electricity?
t3xx3r: "I did check the area. There's no electricity as far as I know.
It's been sitting there since 1919. I'll be contacting the electric
company to see if they can ground in some new wires by next month."
Davion: "Ok thanks. Who did you buy the land from?"
t3xx3r: "That would be Miles. He works with Boone Real Estate. He's
just down Main Street, close by City Records."
Davion: "Ok, thanks again. Think that's all we need for now."
t3xx3r: "No problem."
Davion: Hangs up.
Davion: "We brought the generator too right?"
t3xx3r: One of the plebes nodded, "Yeah. President made sure we brought
it along."
Davion: "The land has been sitting since 1919, the landlord says he
doesn't think it has power, and if they did, I don't trust 1919 wiring so
we're going to need the generator. Otherwise it's going be all
batteries."
Davion: (How many plebs do we have?)
t3xx3r: Another pleb speaks up, "Uh, not since 1919. Vice President
knows someone who lives here. He said that house has been sitting there
a lot longer. He doesn't know how long it has been sitting there."
t3xx3r: The other pleb laughs, "What? Harley? The geek girl at the
library?" "Oh shut up. Like you have anything constructive to say!"
"Oh.. I knew it. You like her." "Just because I met her doesn't mean I
like her."
Davion: "Hmmm ok.... Let's take a look at it first, see what we're going
to be needing."
t3xx3r: The plebes quiet down.
Davion: "What were your names again?"
t3xx3r: Pleb #1, Donovan.
t3xx3r: Pleb #2, "Terry"
Davion: "Jerry, right?" points at the guy in the middle
t3xx3r: Pleb #3, "Jocks"
t3xx3r: "Uh, no. Terry."
Davion: "Terry, your job is going to be the generator, keep it fueled and
running, we have batery backups, but I'd rather leave those as back ups
as much as necessary
t3xx3r: "Got it, Captain!"
Davion: "The generator may not need to be refueled but just make sure
it's kept topped off, if it runs out of fuel it may gum up, and it'll
depend on draw as well. If you only use 50% of its draw, it might last
all night, but if we use more than that it's going to need fueling before
the night's over."
t3xx3r: "I'll make sure we keep this generator running."
Davion: We have a couple 5-gallon containers, that should last us a
couple nights
Davion: "Have you guys been on any of these hauntings before?"
t3xx3r: Al the plebs look at each other and then to Davion... "No. This
would be our first. Pres dared us as part of our pledge." Jocks laughs,
"Yeah. Don't chicken out!" He slaps Donovan's shoulders.
Davion: "We're going to start off with all the lights on and do a quick
walk through to make sure everything is functioning."
t3xx3r: ((Before you go into the house, would you like to check out any
other area? Perhaps gather more information?))
Davion: "Once we check that everything is good we'll turn out the
lights."
Davion: (Was going to do a quick check of the house, let them set up the
gear, and while the plebs do that, go to the Sanitarium toget more info.)
t3xx3r: ((OK))
Davion: (Go to the house while it's light out)
t3xx3r: ((OK... We're at the house now))
Davion: (Figure out where to put the gear)
t3xx3r: This is the Corbitt House you'll be investigating
t3xx3r: ((When you enter the Corbitt House, you will enter through here))
t3xx3r: Exiting outside the house would be in 3
t3xx3r: So you've got only 2 entries and exits.
t3xx3r: The top is the Upper Story.
Davion: What's the house made out of?
t3xx3r: ((Since it's bene built since or before 1919, assuming, it would
be made of wood, siding, and barely any improvements being made. The
house would look old, decrepit, the paint peeling off, the wood fading))
t3xx3r: ((It has stained glass, blackened and coated with dust))
Davion: A 100 year old wood house?)
t3xx3r: (((Maybe. Investigate more and you'll get some data on what kind
of house it is))
Davion: Grabbing a couple flashlights, alright, let's see what the damage
is."
t3xx3r: Albert nods. Jessica smacks her gum and spits it out. "This
house ain't gonna scare me, Davion."
Davion: Do a quick walk around the outside to examine the exterior
t3xx3r: Jocks laughs and looks at Terry. "Yeah, don't chicken out,
nerdboy."
t3xx3r: There's lots of bushes.
Davion: Ground around the exterior? Windows?
t3xx3r: There's thorns sticking out with lots of deadening branches.
t3xx3r: The windows are stained glass, some accumulating black, others
with a dusty look
Davion: "Hmmm great..." Breaks a thorn off a bush
t3xx3r: The wood looks pretty deceptively sturdy, though it looks like
it's been worn out for many years.
Davion: "If I had any say, he ought to just tear this down and start
over...."
t3xx3r: Jessica: "So what if I didn't?" Jessica then follows you inside.
t3xx3r: Every step you all make creates small lcreaking noises.
Davion: Opening the doors, if they are locked with the rusty key
t3xx3r: As you open the doors by entering the rusty key, the doors let
out a sighing creak.
Davion: "Everybody walk near the walls
t3xx3r: The air blows into you a dusty smell.. a rank odor, something
between the pages of ancient books and old unused stufff in the open.
Davion: Is there enough light inside to see by, or do we need our
flashlights?
t3xx3r: ((You're going to need your flashlights. There's not enough
windows on the left side. The right has shown some sunlight. The doors
into 4 shows some light underneath it))
Davion: Do a quick look into the living room
t3xx3r: You open again.
The doors again with the sounds.
t3xx3r: Toppled sofa with pillows.
t3xx3r: A table smashed in...
t3xx3r: A bookcase standing next to you, unscathed with old, dusty books.
t3xx3r: The windows shows the horizon of the sun right of you and in
front of you
t3xx3r: But the dusty, blackened windows let in some light, not enough to
ignore using your flashlight.
t3xx3r: Not enough light to come in...
Davion: (I'm sure most of that can be seen from the door though
t3xx3r: The plebs hug agaisnt the wall along, Jessica and Albert on your
side.
t3xx3r: ((Yeah))
Davion: Going over to room 1 next
t3xx3r: Opening the door, there's not enough there...
t3xx3r: Just some broken boxes, smashed glasses...
t3xx3r: Looks like someone's been here, eating and drinking.
t3xx3r: There's a rusty bicycle
t3xx3r: Several books lying around
t3xx3r: Some bound in leather.
t3xx3r: Nothing else.
Davion: "Donny, get the camera, let's get some footage of this place
before we start."
t3xx3r: "Right away" Donny left in a hurry, making some noises.
t3xx3r: He jumps off the porch, running to teh van
t3xx3r: A minute later, he enters the house with the camera.
Davion: Continue to listen to the sounds of the house
t3xx3r: The house is creaking.
t3xx3r: The winds are picking up a bit.
t3xx3r: Some of the windows produced some howling though...
Davion: "Well, it's been around 100 years, I don't think it'll collapse
tonight..."
t3xx3r: Albert: "I second that."
t3xx3r: Jessica: I'll bet the fun starts at night, right?"
Davion: He gives her bum a squeeze!
Davion: "Let's see what's in door number 2 "
t3xx3r: Jessica did a small umph.. Looks to you with a keen eye.
t3xx3r: You open the door to room 2
Davion: Smiles, knowing she likes it!
Davion: Yes
Davion: 1d100 = 50
t3xx3r: ((:P))
t3xx3r: Jessica is persuaded.
t3xx3r: "OK..."
t3xx3r: ((Harley needs your name ))
Davion: Give Jessica a soft kiss on her cheek to mend any potentially
hurt feelings
t3xx3r: Jessica accepts your kiss.
Davion: "I'm Davion and this is My close friend Jessica..."
t3xx3r: Harley presses her glasses up, nods. "Then, Mister Davion. I'm
pretty much the only librarian here. We close in about ten minutes. Of
course, since you're looking into a potentially haunted house dating back
to what? 1800's? 1850's? If you need more information, ask."
Davion: "Davion Falconia, actually, have you read any of My books
perhaps?" He asks softly and earnestly
Davion: (Oooo 37...)
Davion: 1d100 = 37
t3xx3r: "I read a lot of books, Mister Falconia. As for your books, I'm
afraid not."
t3xx3r: Harley steps closer. "I'll read yours sometime soon... FOr now,
let's find out what you're looking for."
t3xx3r: "The sooner you're out of my library, the easier it'll be for me
to go home."
Davion: "Sure." Smiles at her.
t3xx3r: Harley looks at the headline.
t3xx3r: "OK, 1852. Why this article?"
Davion: "I think what we are looking for something between the 1800's and
1919
t3xx3r: "About a haunted house? This name, Corbitt... You're not
speaking of the Corbitt house just outside of town, are you?"
Davion: "We're trying to find stuff on the old Macarios residence."
Davion: "Yeah, I think it's been called that too"
t3xx3r: "Macario... Hmm... a story some of us are familiar with.
Follow."
t3xx3r: Harley moves over to the nearest 1900's sectioin.
t3xx3r: She pulls out several newspapers
t3xx3r: "Let's see... Corbitt... Corbitt.
Ah, right there." Harley
hands you the newspaper for 1866.
t3xx3r: The headline reads "Corbitt Wins Lawsuit"
Davion: I give jessica's bottom a sofft squeeze to remind her I still
love her.
Davion: "Wow, the lawsuit started in 1852 and was finished in 1866?
t3xx3r: The summary of the newspaper says in 1866, in the obits section,
that he still lived in the same place. There was a second lawsuit being
waged to prevent Corbitt from being buried in his basement, as provied by
his last testament."
Davion: "Interesting..."
t3xx3r: "Hmm... I remember this one thing."
t3xx3r: Harley moves to the early 1800's section.
t3xx3r: She pulls out more newspapers.
t3xx3r: "Right here."
t3xx3r: "Come here..."
t3xx3r: It was an old classified.
t3xx3r: 1836
t3xx3r: 1835*
t3xx3r: "House for Sale"
t3xx3r: The summary reads...
Davion: "Wow this house is nearly 200 years old?"
t3xx3r: "-name blurred- built the house and sold it to a Mr. Walter
Corbitt, esq. He has since then passed away, giving Corbitt full control
of the house."
Davion: "I'm surprised it's still standing, unless it's been rebuilt..."
t3xx3r: "Rebuilt? No. I don't think so. At least that's what I think."
t3xx3r: "You know, if you really want more information on this house,
check City Records.
t3xx3r: "They would have everything. They might have Corbitt on file
there."
Davion: "Thanks. What time do you guys close?"
t3xx3r: 7. It's now 6:56.
t3xx3r: "City Records would close at 10"
Davion: Going to give a quick call to the guys at the house...
Davion: (If they have signal out there )
t3xx3r: You call...
t3xx3r: Static...
t3xx3r: They can't receive your call just yet
Davion: "Hmmm"
t3xx3r: "So... Mister Falconia and.. Jessica. Please do show your way
out. Next time, unwritten rule."
t3xx3r: Harley then begins to leave.
Davion: "Thanks for your help Miss harley."
t3xx3r: Harley turns, "Sure. That's what a librarian does in this place."
t3xx3r: ((You're now outside of the library. Where to now?))
Davion: "City records was just down the street right?"
t3xx3r: Jessica says, "Yes! Right there, down the street and across."
t3xx3r: You two saunter over to City Records.
Davion: How's the traffic here on a Saturday night?"
Davion: -"
t3xx3r: ((slow, not enoug traffic on Main Street. Whatever fun was being
done was either at Ames or elsewhere))
Davion: ((City records are open on a Saturday?))
t3xx3r: They are open at 10AM to 10PM on Weekdays
t3xx3r: On Saturday, they close at 8
t3xx3r: So prety much 12 to 8
t3xx3r: So you have enough time.
Davion: Keep My arm around Jessica and walk down the street towards City
Records....
Davion: Being August, it could still be light out
t3xx3r: Jessica is feeling a bit better, though not too responsive. She
does like your slap on her butt earlier.
t3xx3r: You enter the City Records... The sun barely going over the
horizon.
t3xx3r: Light is still out.
t3xx3r: It may get dark around 9
t3xx3r: Your cellphone rings.
Davion: I answer
Davion: "You've reached Davion's phone!"
t3xx3r: "Hey mate. Albert here."
Davion: "What's up?"
t3xx3r: "All right, Corbitt, Walter. Is this the person you're looking
for?"
Davion: "Yes I think so. Would it be possible to get a printout or a
copy?"
t3xx3r: "I'm afraid not. What I can do for you is tell you what I
found."
t3xx3r: "Let me check it."
t3xx3r: A moment's pass.
t3xx3r: The clerk then moves toward you.
t3xx3r: Seems like Mr. Corbitt's file is very extensive.
t3xx3r: He's the owner of this address here, -insert address-, and is
still the original owner of the place as far as I know.
t3xx3r: However, I did come across several other names. Some of them
were flagged.
Davion: "He's STILL the owner?"
t3xx3r: Corbitt's executor was Reverend Michael Thomas, the pastor of the
Chapel of Contemplation & Church of Our Lord Granter of Secrets...
Interesting..."
t3xx3r: The clerk turns around, sits, and types again...
t3xx3r: "Yes, he is the current owner, yes sir."
t3xx3r: "Thomas, Michael..."
t3xx3r: "OK, he is indeed the pastor of the church. Turns out the chapel
closed in 1912."
t3xx3r: "Oh..."
t3xx3r: "That doesn't look good."
t3xx3r: "There's a criminal file on here. I can't access it so the
police department would be able to locate this information for you."
Davion: "What's that?"
t3xx3r: "Let me check further."
t3xx3r: "That's strange...."
t3xx3r: "There's no records of the criminal file...
t3xx3r: "However, I did find some references..."
t3xx3r: "It says, arrest, raid, 1912, fire, pastor... Reference tags
following on that file."
t3xx3r: "Assuming the police department does have it."
t3xx3r: The clerk turns to you, and walks up to the front desk.
Davion: "Where does the Police archive their old files?"
t3xx3r: "That would be down at Central Police Station, right near City
Hall. That's just down the road further."
Davion: "Do you know when they close, at least their archived files
section?"
t3xx3r: "On a Saturday? They're open 24 hours. Their archive section, I
would say might close at 10. They're normally open 24 hours but on
weekends, it's usually 10."
t3xx3r: ((It's now 7:25)
Davion: "or could an officer of the watch have access to those?
t3xx3r: "Possibly. I doubt that an officer of the watch would let you
check those files unless you have a specific reason for doing so."
Davion: "ok, thank you sir for your time!"
t3xx3r: "No problem. Glad to help!" The clerk smiles and turns back to
his duties.
Davion: "Is the main police office near here?"
t3xx3r: The clerk turns to you.
t3xx3r: "Yeah, down the road. You just go in front of their reception
desk, ask for archive.
t3xx3r: "They'll take you there"
Davion: "Ok, thanks again!" I wave at Him, and as I turn give Jessica's
bum a soffft SLAP! "Let's find the police station"
t3xx3r: The clerk nods and turns back to his duties.
t3xx3r: Jessica feels good about that.
t3xx3r: ((7:32 and you're inside the police station))
t3xx3r: A police sergeant sits at the reception desk, typing on his
computer
Davion: "Excuse Me officer." He says as he steps up to the front desk,
"I'm looking for the archives section for old case files...."
t3xx3r: The police sergeant looks at you. "Old case files? Unsolved or
solved?"
Davion: I'm not sure, I think it was solved, there was a fire back in
1912 at the Old church?
t3xx3r: "Uh, I don't know about a church in 1912 but someone might help
you out." The police sergeant gets up from the chair...
t3xx3r: He leads you to a hallway, walking down
t3xx3r: He turns into a door, entering a large room
t3xx3r: "Hey! Mick!"
t3xx3r: A older voice yells back, "Yeah?"
t3xx3r: "You've got visitors!
t3xx3r: "He rarely gets any so he'll be excited about it."
t3xx3r: The police sergeant leaves.
t3xx3r: Mick comes around, in his blue uniform.
t3xx3r: He's behind wires of steel, short, stocky, kind of bald.
Davion: "How are you doing sir?" I offer him my hand, "The name's Davion
Falconia, I write books..."
t3xx3r: He looks up at you.
t3xx3r: He shakes your hand underneath the wires of steel.
t3xx3r: "An author!"
t3xx3r: "Great! So what can I do for you here on Archives?"
Davion: "Yes, sir! Hey, I was looking into a story about a fire in a
church in 1912, where the pastor was arrested?"
t3xx3r: "Oh..." Mick became skeptical.. . kinda evasive
Davion: "I'm looking into some old history of the area and how it
relatres to an old house, the Corbitt place."
t3xx3r: Roll against Law, Credit rating, or Fast Talk
t3xx3r: Choose only one and roll only once
Davion: Nah... 54
t3xx3r: Mick is still evasive.
t3xx3r: Jessica decides to try
t3xx3r: She moves you over.
t3xx3r: She leans over a bit. "So mister Mick... We really really would
like to know more about this... church, or chapel. We'd like to find out
more about this Michael Thomas."
t3xx3r: ((Give me a second)
t3xx3r: Mick smiles.. "Oh okay. Be right back."
t3xx3r: Mick disappears for a second.
t3xx3r: Jessica turns to you, "Sometimes, they just need a woman to talk
to."
Davion: "Ok, so I don't have your boobs..." Winks at her
t3xx3r: Jessica smirks.
t3xx3r: "Check around there. Maybe someone there might point it out to
you."
t3xx3r: "So would that be all you need?"
Davion: "Would there be any way to get a copy of any of this?"
t3xx3r: "I can do that right away for you."
t3xx3r: Mick disappears for a second.
Davion: "Hey thanks!" Smiles at him
t3xx3r: "No problem, Mr. Falconia."
t3xx3r: Printing sounds and moments later...
t3xx3r: He gives you the copies of the archives you were looking for in a
nice manila folder.
t3xx3r: "That will be 3.00"
t3xx3r: "To keep the archives running.":
Davion: "Maybe I'll name one of My police characters Mick in one of My
future stories." Winks at him and smiles
t3xx3r: "That will be good, Mr. Falconia. I'll see about your books
sometime soon."
Davion: "Thanks again!"
t3xx3r: ((you pay the police officer 3.00 and are on your way
t3xx3r: ((It is now 7:43. You're now in Olde Town))
t3xx3r: ((What do you do now?))
Davion: (For the hardcopies?)
t3xx3r: ((For the copies, yes))
Davion: "It's getting dark we should meet up with the others."
Davion: Pulls Jessica in close and kissses her deeply
t3xx3r: Jessica kisses you back... "But.. uh, what about the chapel?"
t3xx3r: ((The sun is setting but not getting dark yet))
Davion: "We have maybe an hour before dark.... Very well, but lets get
the car."
t3xx3r: ((OK, so you're going to drive to Olde Town?))
Davion: Going back to the car to pick it up and drive to the location of
the chapel...
Davion: Yeah
t3xx3r: ((OK...))
t3xx3r: ((make a roll against Spot Hidden))
Davion: Nope... 84
t3xx3r: ((OK, one second))
t3xx3r: Jessica tugs at your arm
Davion: Course I am driving and focusing more on the road
t3xx3r: "Hey, over there."
Davion: "I slow down and look
t3xx3r: She points over to a part of the land, with overgrown growth,
some erect blackened wood,
t3xx3r: "That must be the chapel."
Davion: "Or what's left of it..."
t3xx3r: There's some wood still left standing, erect but worn from the
fire... What's left of it."
t3xx3r: ((So what do you do now?))
Davion: Pull off the side of the road...
Davion: Bring out a camera from the trunk...
t3xx3r: As you and Jessica stand before the chapel
t3xx3r: You two see a sign further to the back end.
t3xx3r: Using your camera, you see this...
Davion: (is the area fenced in?)
t3xx3r:
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Davion:
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bearing
t3xx3r:
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myself
t3xx3r:
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Dodge.
t3xx3r:
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hand.
Davion:
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TN 25
1d100
to help keep them away from albert
44
You stomp on one rat but crash into the wall. It gives you
up the stairs.
The rat packs continue to advance toward you...
((What do you do now?))
Grab the camera from where Donny dropped it and try getting out
Roll for Climb
TN 40
26
You successfully grab Donny's camera and get the hell out of
The rats unsuccessfully follow.
They crash right into the bottom...
Jessica helps you
Albert walks with his sprained ankle, holding you... gun on his
(Or return to feast on our poor plebs remains
((Yeah))
((Now that you two are out of the house))
Albert gets in the car with you and Jessica.
((You've sustained a wound))
Roll 1d6+2
6+2
You're now at 1 HP
You're delirious
Jessica drives you quickly to the hospital
"Jessi.... you better look at this wound....
She's first aid 30
I'll roll only twice
See how it goes
"Apply preasure..."
She could not apply pressure too well
She has blood on her hands.
And she doesn't know jack about anatomy
Albert doesn't either.
So they both drive you to the hospital
That's ok, just apply pressure so I don't bleed out!"
((OK...))
((You're at the hospital))
roll 1d6
3
Roll again
You've gained 4 HP in one week
At least I'm at the hospital, a good place to die if I have to
2
6 HP
Roll again
That's two weeks
5
11 HP, three weeks
Davion: Well I'll stop off at the police station to see if they would be
able to send me a copy of the police report when it's finished, "I need
it for my insurance company."
t3xx3r: "Gladly. We'll let you know when it's finished." The police
officer writes down your phone number.
Davion: "Thanks" leave them my number
Davion: "Let's head back there see what left there to see..."
Davion: "At the very least we'll need to gather up what's left the gear.
t3xx3r: ((It's most likely the police must have taken those and
categorized them into evidence))
Davion: "How's your ankle Al?"
t3xx3r: "Just fine. I was not expecting the floorboard to break."
Davion: While we are at the police station I'll enquire about the lights
and gear...
t3xx3r: The police sergeant nods, "So you're the owner of the gear that
we found at the Corbitt residence?"
Davion: "It was a series of cameras .... and someportable lights..."
t3xx3r: "All right, let me check..."
Davion: "No, it was borrowed from the university."
t3xx3r: He types on the computer.
Davion: I show him the signed hand receipt for the gear.
t3xx3r: "Then I'm going to have to require the signature of the owner who
owns the gear you're talking about. I cannot pass off the gear to you,
I'm sorry."
t3xx3r: Just as he tells you that, he takes the receipt.
t3xx3r: "One second..."
t3xx3r: He calls up the university's phone number....
t3xx3r: Some talking back and forth.
t3xx3r: "What's your name?"
t3xx3r: You give him his name
t3xx3r: The sergeant hangs up...
t3xx3r: "OK, I got his approval. It all checks out..."
t3xx3r: He prints out a paper and hands it to you, "Sign here.:"
Davion: "Thanks," I sign the release form.
t3xx3r: "All right, go into Evidence and they'll pass off the gear to
you."
t3xx3r: "Just down the hall, to the left, and it should be at the far
right."
Davion: "Thank you sergeant."
t3xx3r: "No problem."
t3xx3r: The sergeant then takes your release form and files it away.
Davion: I head down to the lock up
t3xx3r: The cop buzzes the door open.
Davion: "Hey, I've been sent down to pick up some items..." I look at the
release form and hand it to the officer.
t3xx3r: "Davion Falconia... Got it." The police officer turns away from
you after checking the release form pink slip, gets inside the inventory
room.
t3xx3r: Moments later, he grabs the gear from the inventory room, and
places it next to him.
t3xx3r: He returns with more of the gear. Soon, you have several bags of
gear.
Davion: "You don't mind if I check the condition do you? It's borrowed
and I'm responsible for any damage that may have occured to them."
t3xx3r: "Not a problem. Feel free. The release form release BPD from
retaining these as evidence any longer."
Davion: "Thanks."
t3xx3r: The cop returns to his seat, typing on the computer.
Davion: Do a quick inventory to see what might be missing and see if they
still have their tapes, or if the tapes were removed, if they are
accounted for.
t3xx3r: OK, roll 1d6.
Davion: 2
t3xx3r: 3 and under are success rolls.
t3xx3r: Your items seems to be all in good condition.
t3xx3r: Tapes have not been taken out just yet.
Davion: Let out a sigh of relief
t3xx3r: They're kept along with your cameras.
Davion: Quickly take the gear out to the trunk
t3xx3r: Albert helps you out, placing the gear into the car.
t3xx3r: Jessica helps out too and then proceeds to sit up front.
Davion: "Let's see first if the tapes caught anything..."
t3xx3r: Room 5 and 6 showed some signs of activity. Moving plates,
tables, some turned over furniture.
t3xx3r: 1, 2, 3 were all volatile, being thrown around.
t3xx3r: But what is most loud is in Rooom 3 upstairs.
t3xx3r: The dresser moved back and forth, crashing into the walls.
t3xx3r: The bedframe moved up and down, smashing into the walls, ceiling,
and the floor.
t3xx3r: leaving more scratches.
t3xx3r: Room 1 and 2 were quiet.
t3xx3r: Room 4 upstairs barely showed any activity some more water formed
puddles... Nothing paranormal about it.
Davion: Any sign of what caused the blood?
t3xx3r: The blood appears out of nowhere... There were no dead bodies,
no ghosts...
t3xx3r: The blood materialized out of nowhere for some nexplicable
reason....
Davion: "Well, if nothing else, we've got great video of activity.... Our
poor plebs have not died in vain...."
t3xx3r: "So... what will we do with it then?"
Davion: "We're going back, pick up the generator and anything else we may
have left behind...."
t3xx3r: "So we're going to leave the house alone?"
Davion: "For now."
Davion: "We need to found out more about what we are dealing with...."
Davion: find out
Davion: "Let's go to that burned down church...."
t3xx3r: "All right."
t3xx3r: ((You three finally cruise around Olde Town))
t3xx3r: ((Later, you three come across the same chapel.))
Davion: "There it is..."
t3xx3r: You three step out of the vehicle, standing.
t3xx3r: ((What do you do now?))
Davion: (What time is it?)
t3xx3r: 11:36 AM
Davion: "This is the church whose pastor that oversaw the land for the
time.... what ever they did to the place...."
t3xx3r: Jessica thinks... "I think the basement is the real source of
the problem. I just can't put my finger on it." Albert nods, "Although
I do think the upper story room does need some checking. Perhaps, some
information."
t3xx3r: "No, I think someone inside the house is. None of the rooms show
the person. The basement had no footage. Where else?"
Davion: The upstairs bedroom had no disturbances except in the guest
bedroom
t3xx3r: "Still not enough to go in. They showed no signs of activity.
If I were to judge the violatility of the activities alone on the
footage, the guest room is."
t3xx3r: That was Albert
Davion: "Well we are going to need to find a way out of this room..."
Davion: "Did you say there were doors down here?"
t3xx3r: "Yeah, there were. We can climb up the rubble like you did."
t3xx3r: "They're all filled in wit the rubble."
t3xx3r: "We can't go through those."
t3xx3r: ((you three climb outside of the Chapel, dusting off the granite.
Now nearby the car, where are you going to go now?))
Davion: "We're going to have to go back to that places...."
t3xx3r: "Back to the Corbitt House?"
Davion: "Unless you guys have any better ideas..."
Davion: "We at least need to finish getting the rest of our gear...
Davion: (Were the lights taken too, or just the camera gear?)
t3xx3r: ((They are all given back to you))
Davion: (I mean did the police take the lights too or just the cameras?)
t3xx3r: ((I think they did leave the lights there. Just the cameras))
Davion: "It would be interesting if they found the murder weapon..."
Davion: From what I recall was it a ritual knife of a kitchen type of
knife?
t3xx3r: "If they did, imagine what that knife can do."
t3xx3r: ((You're asking me the GM or a character?))
Davion: (GM))
t3xx3r: ((I wrote that the knife was so ornate, beautifully designed, had
some bloodstains on it sharpest edge))
t3xx3r: ((So potentially a ritual knife))
Davion: (was it like a shard of something since it seemed to go straight
through people?)
t3xx3r: ((It had no hilt but it was sort of like a dagger, ceremonial, so
it was easy for it to go through people))
t3xx3r: ((It's very extremely sharp.))
Davion: Once we get to the house the first thing I do is grab the
generator
Davion: Any left over gear that we may have left behind...
Davion: Then look over the place since we had last been there, looking
for anything different or out of place...
t3xx3r: ((OK))
t3xx3r: ((You three arrive at the House. Make your move))
Davion: first check the generator
Davion: going to have the revolver in hand....
t3xx3r: ((OK. You check the generator outside))
Davion: looking in the side door
t3xx3r: The generator seems to be in good condition.
t3xx3r: ((Which side door? Was the generator inside?))
t3xx3r: You got inside the passenger side, aside from Jessica...
Davion: I lay back into the seat...
t3xx3r: The car then drives off, dust kicking up in the middle of a sunny
afternoon.
Davion: "Harold, May I burn down the house?"
t3xx3r: "Soon to come! Episode 2 where Davion and team sets out to solve
the mystery of the Corbitt House! Will they survive? Will they find
out? Or will they die? Tune in soon!"
t3xx3r: Harold, on the phone, sharply said, "Absolutely not! You have no
idea how much I PAID for that house! Burning that house is out of the
question!"
Davion: "Can I come over and can we talk?"
t3xx3r: "Yeah, come on over. You and I will talk."
t3xx3r: Harold then hangs up, almost sounding as if he's mad about that
question.
Davion: We pull up to harold's house or apartment, or where ever he
lives...
t3xx3r: ((It's a house))
t3xx3r: Harold is coming out, looking meaner
Davion: I growl as I get out of the car...
Davion: "Hello harold."
t3xx3r: "What were you thinking? Asking me that question, Davion?"
Davion: "Harold breathe, and look at us please..."
t3xx3r: Harold looks at you over.
t3xx3r: Then to the two.
t3xx3r: They were looking at Harold as if they were skeptical.
Davion: Jessi... show him my back...'
t3xx3r: Jessica gets out of the car, lifts up your shirt and turns you
over... "This is what he got in that house."
t3xx3r: Harold looks him over... "What happened in there??":
Davion: "This was from our SECOND foray into that house..."
t3xx3r: "Second foray? You went in there twice? Davion... Did you find
out if the house was haunted or not?"
Davion: "I spent the last three... four weeks in the hospital because
some shard or knife or something impaled me, and I came an inch of
dying..."
Davion: The first night we were there we lost three interns from the
local college..."
t3xx3r: Harold is listening though he's kind of skeptical.
Davion: And we come bearing tapes... of that night...."
t3xx3r: "Bring those tapes then. I want to see it."
Davion: "These are the things that were going on up stairs...
Davion: I go through each of those tapes, one by one...
Davion: And then the special tape, "though I don't think you get any
clear view of what did it, I think you get a sense of the situation from
our interns getting gutted right in front of us..."
t3xx3r: ((Donny's cam right?))
Davion: Yeah, Donny's tape
t3xx3r: You three enter Harold's residence.
t3xx3r: Harold puts the tape into the player, scoots on his reclining
chair and turns it on
t3xx3r: You see...
t3xx3r: Donny's steady hands guiding the camera
t3xx3r: You were ahead of the group, checking into the kitchen.
t3xx3r: Jessica was looking around. Albert was looking into the cloak
room
t3xx3r: You three then advance to the basement.
t3xx3r: You open it, go in... Jessica follows along with Albert.
t3xx3r: As you plant your feet on the basement's floor, Albert and
Jessica falls.
t3xx3r: Donny looks out, while the two plebs hugged to the wall, moving
down.
t3xx3r: Jessica's on the ground, Albert's holding on to his ankle...
t3xx3r: "My bloody ankle! My bloody ankle!" You replied, "You're going
to wake everyone up!"
t3xx3r: Donny's cam shows movement. Donny keeps moving down the
stairs...
t3xx3r: Nothing shows yet...
t3xx3r: But light is showing everywhere. Your light shines on the symbol
of the Ra, the Illuminati.
t3xx3r: Albert looks around, on the ceiling, etc.
t3xx3r: Jessica is up and about...
t3xx3r: Donny is on the ground, his camera pointing at you three....
t3xx3r: Suddenly, Jessica moves to the right, falling down and moving up
to the wall in sheer terror.
t3xx3r: Albert starts to point... Words having to form yet...
t3xx3r: Donny turns the camera fast enough but it wasn't eough.
t3xx3r: The knife swooped past the camera, barely showing.
t3xx3r: Donny's hands sharted shaking, the camera focuses on the floor.
Donny moves back. The camera shows the intern...
t3xx3r: The intern who received the wound, Terry...
t3xx3r: "Why.. Why..." His last words!
t3xx3r: Jocks freaked out, started running.
t3xx3r: He didn't realize the stairs had collapsed and fell right into
it.
t3xx3r: He got up and the dagger darted right into him
t3xx3r: The camera zoomed on the dagger, which is floating, coated in
blood.
t3xx3r: Jessica screams, started running.
t3xx3r: She starts running up the stairs, dodging the hole in the stairs.
t3xx3r: She finally gets out, Donny's Camera showing.
t3xx3r: You yell out, 'THE TRASHCAN! IN THE KITCHEN!"
t3xx3r: The the knife swoops right at Donny
t3xx3r: Piercing him
t3xx3r: The camera crashes to the ground...
t3xx3r: All the camera showed was littered stuff, blood...
t3xx3r: Donny's hand.
t3xx3r: Some gunshots...
t3xx3r: "... bloody get outta here, mate!"
t3xx3r: Albert gets out finally but you failed, crashing into the
window...
t3xx3r: The camera shows you having some stains on your shoulder.
t3xx3r: You finally grabbed the camera.
t3xx3r: The camera showed your wounds, then moved arond wildly
t3xx3r: It showed fast movement as you get out...
t3xx3r: The door was open...
t3xx3r: But you and the rest ran out... The camera showed the basement
door, bobbing up and down.
Davion:
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