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Thanks for the invite Aubster. I just got accepted into a new game that looks like it could be a little intense on the time commitment so I think I had better pass. Keep me in mind for anything in the future though. I'd love to get playing some CoC one of these days and eventually hope to run Horror on the Orient Express.
Thanks for giving it a go Phil. I'm sorry I wasn't better at helping keep up the momentum and hope to have a chance to play with you all again in a different campaign.
Curtis chuckles at the question about kids, "Kids, no. I'm not the best role model. Thanks for the message. I'll see you soon." Curtis unfolds the note and makes his way up his room. Freshen up? Not much need for that. I guess its time to get the hard work underway. In his room, he changes into some comfortable clothes and then heads back down to the lobby, making sure to lose the journalists before heading for the ship.
No worries, get better soon!
Agreed. Keep it moving.
And the campaign has officially been handed over to you...it just switched to the new title.
Curtis stayed in New York. Having been on polar expeditions in the past, he relished the last immersion in the sea of humanity that the city represented before heading off for the isolation of the cruise and expedition. He smiles broadly upon seeing the press staking out the hotel and approaches confidently, flashing a smile for the cameras. "Curtis Winters, pilot, arriving for the expedition. Of course, we'll succeed. Starkweather and Moore have put together a top notch crew. They know what it takes." Feigning like he will stand and continue to expound upon the upcoming trip, Winters instead darts through a gap between the men and enters the hotel. Knowing the reporters will probably soon follow, he heads straight for the front desk, "Those reporters are swarming already? Just the beginning, isn't it? Curtis Winters. Checking in for Starkweather-Moore expedition. Be a good man and let's make this quick before they catch up with me." He slips the front desk a $5 bill. "Do me a favor and tell them I'm staying at another hotel altogether if you don't mind."
I'm good to jump forward too.
Curtis nods, "Agreed sir. I very much look forward to the journey. Is there anything I should do to help with your preparations or will a timely arrival on September 5th be sufficient?"
Curtis stands and extends his hand, delivering a firm handshake. "Yes, sir. It is quite an honor to be selected and it would be a thrill to fly over and walk upon lands where no man has ever set foot. Thank you."
Winters slaps his knee and says, "Of course, sir. With sufficient planning, resources and talent, we ought to be able to overcome anything." He gives the final question some thought, "Well, there were a few harmonicas back in the barracks in Europe and I tried one once or twice, but I suppose rhythm has been more my talent. A couple sticks don't take up too much space and drums are easily improvised from a variety of materials. Perhaps I can provide the beat for those with the banjos and harmonicas."
Winters returns the handshake with his own firm grip and smiles at the interest, sitting in the chair and leaning back with a leg across is knee. "Learned to fly in the Great War. Started out with in a Curtiss flying boat, but had the good fortune to get upgraded to S.E. 5a in 1918. Sure raised some hell with the Germans once I had a proper fighting plane. Picked up a few other talents that might be useful in a pinch. Creativity was a useful skill in the Army Air Service." He pauses for a moment and leans forward, "But post war is probably more your interest. Spent a few years flying for the Post Office Department into all sorts of crazy places, mostly small towns in the mountains out west. Made a little money flying in a few barn-storming shows too. Sure made for some wild stories. Then in 1924 I heard from a buddy that Roald Edmundsen and Lincoln Ellsworth were looking for pilots for a try on the North Pole. I'm sure you've heard the tale. Flew a pair of Dornier-Wal flying boats. We were well-prepared, but had to abandon due to mechanical problems. Had quite the time getting back home, but I must say that I learned a lot about surviving in the ice and cold before we found a ship to help get us home. A couple years later I was one of the pilots who helped with the Airship Italia rescue." He shakes his head. "That was quite the adventure too." Uncrossing his legs, he sits up and puts a hand on his chin. "What you've got planned isn't going to be easy. You'll need pilots with experience in bad spots who won't panic when things go wrong. And things will go wrong no matter how well you plan."
Curtis takes the train up from Washington and arrives at the hotel having gone from nasty heat and humidity to more nasty heat and humidity. "Nice to meet you Tim. I'm Curtis. Whole floor, eh? How many folks do we have up there besides Starkweather & Moore?" After chatting with Tim a bit longer, Winters heads for the elevator. He raps softly on the door at the end of the hall and exchanges pleasantries with the organizers. "Greetings. Nice to meet both of you. Very excited about the prospect of this Expedition gentlemen. Learned to fly in the war, but have to say my experiences the last few years in the north have been even more challenging. I'm hoping my skills might be a good addition to your team."
I've usually seen them get to it within a day or two, but it doesn't matter until you want to do things like edit the Campaign Info tab.
That's great. Thank you so much!
I'm still interested.
Sadly I think you're right. If I think I'll have the time to properly run Horror on the Orient Express, I'll contact you all.
TO: STARKWEATHER & MOORE
HEARD EXPEDITION STILL LOOKING FOR PILOTS WITH POLAR EXPERIENCE STOP WAR EXPERIENCE STOP FLEW WITH ELLSWORTH AND AMUNDSEN IN 1925 EXPEDITION STOP ITALIA RESCUE IN 1928 STOP SKILLED WITH FIREARMS MACHINES DEMOLITIONS STOP RECOMMENDATIONS AVAILABLE STOP |
