Harvey Malgam's page

*all the sudden, Harvey pipes in interuptting the cop and Kenny*

(TO KATJA)
"Yeah, that poem reminds me of something Whitman would have wrote on some soul haunted day when he didn't have the nature smell on him."

(TO THE COP)
"What novel are you reading there?"

After everything has gone down:

"Well, so, well, the cops think the captains dead, but we know that isn't true. What do you two think about going to that old sea goats house?"

"And we could always go back to Grip's to see if we can get a little more story out of this."

"I saw a whole lot of nuthin. Well, I did see two men leave the ship right when you two boarded. You guys see anything? Get pictures?"

*lights another cigarette and keeps a keen eye on the two men (while trying to not look too suspicious)*

*Harvey lights another cigarette and thinks about what a crock of sh*t objectivism is*

"Okay, tell you what - Eastman, Katja, you make your way up into the ship. I'll be right our here on the dock near the gangplank, if you run into any trouble whistle, just like this *whistles like a bluejay*

"If the cops get suspicious I'll just tell them I'm catching a quick smoke and then I'll be on my way, I'll ask them about copping, er, policing, whatever I'll just keep them talking. IF, if it comes down to that.

"Hopefully I'll just get to peacefully smoke my cigarette while you two get some good pictures.

"Either of you got a problem with that?"

(out of character - who is the best "sneaker" in our group? I have a +0 Dex mod)

*walks up to the edge of the dock and looks along down the far side, away from the police car. Searches for any small boats that could be "borrowed" for a few minutes*

Don't get too paranoid on me Eastman, you'll send me into a paranoid frenzy, and none of us want that. I'm assuming the last time the crew was seen was when their boat left. But, you know what they about assuming...when you assume you make an ASS out of...um...yourself. Right? Right.

We got to get on that boat. We need the pictures and we need the story. And I think that the story is on that boat.

Katja, were you ever a cat burgler or a catwoman or anything related to cats and criminal activity? Cause that would help us right now.

"Hugh, we got some pretty...uh...some pretty weird stuff. Katja has been handling the pictures. Our primary source is some creepy devil worshiper named grip, midnight beach orgies, that kind of deal. Already it seems like a Sunlight Scoop story, I'll tell you that.

"We haven't made it to the ship yet. Katja said something about it being pretty tightly watched (I'm assuming Katja mentioned this, if not - sorry :) )"

"If anything, that ship seems like the sanest place in this town so far. If we get into a little trouble trying to...uh... *looks around the motel room* sneak aboard, God I sound crazy saying that, anyway, if we run into any trouble, we may not be get those pictures you want of the inside of the ship.

"But, a jobs a job, and all I can tell you Hugh is I'll do my best. Between you and me, I think Katja will have no ethical problems sneaking aboard a ship. Eastman seems pretty loose also, so, there you go."

*Harvey wakes up from an alcohol fueled daze, thinking of his mispent youth, his veritable orgy of failure, of loss, of broken dreams, thinking of the words that he lives by now, the words he writes, listening to the sound of his pulse, the thump of his life - and realizes his phone has been ringing on and on*

"Oh sh*t, *answer phone* Hell..hello?"

(Out of character: DM, does the author HP Lovecraft exist in this world?)

*as they leave the shop Harvey stops*

"That was smart, leaving the rod, you two. I got a really bad feeling about it.

Let's head to the hotel and regroup. Tomorrow, we'll need start asking around about Walter. But we don't want to get too close, if he did...something to his crew...well, he could be dangerous. And I don't like the sound of his brand of crazy.

Anything else either of you need before we head to the hotel. I know I need some smokes."

"Eastman, can I talk to you?"

*pulls Kenny aside*

"Is this safe? Taking the rod like this? I don't know if I trust Fish Man."

(After Grip answers Kenny's question, Harvey gets closer to Grip)

"Grip, did anything...happen at those beach meetings? Anything with Walter?"

"What is it, Grip?"

(Harvey doesn't like the cramped quarters, the fish, the room starts to fill like it's closing in on him.

He doesn't care if the others see him, he pulls out his flask and takes a long pull.

Harvey backs up against the wall, and can't seem to take his eyes off the fish. Yet he can't seem to focus on it, he can't seem to get ahold of himself.)

I'm going to step outside for a moment. You two gonna be okay?

*wipes sweat from forehead*

(whoa, you must ask a lot of questions when you're nervous)

I am having a great time with this game. This is the first PbP game for me and the first time I have played DnD in over 10 years.

Out of character:

I'm having a really good time too. Thanks Wicht for putting on a cool game. Sorry I'm not using an "official" rolling system - I've been posting from work and that site for some reason doesn't pull up here. So I'm using the honor system.

Please understand, I'm the last person that ever wants to flub the dice. To me the fun of the game is the luck of the draw. I take my licks no matter what. Are you comfortable with the honor system DM?

Also, glad to have you back in the DnD Kenny Eastman! Soon, it will consume YOU*!!!!

*Warning: Consuming may take the form of spending money on DnD books.

(d100 roll= 88)

Sanity Score: 70

*Harvey enters behind Katja*

(oh and hello fellow PC! Good to have you.)

(what impression does Harvey get from Grip?)

(sense motive roll + modifier = 6)

Well, Eastman and I are walking right now to the place. We'll not go in until you show up. Wouldn't want to waste any photo opportunities. Facial expressions, thrown vases, whatever. You know how all that goes.

Hold on a sec Katja *covers mouth piece*

Well, that headline sounds good, the story sounds right, but is it gonna be what Hugh Rogers wants?

Right now I'm looking at, "Water Beasts From Mars Enter Skull Through Spine, Captain Proclaims!" or some bullsh*t like that. But I guess we'll have to get the quote won't we?

*puts phone back to ear*

Sorry Katja, what were you saying?

Katja's cell phone purrs. Ah ha, now we're getting somewhere! Murderous, deformed ape-baby, you're just going to have wait!

Katja hears Malgram's voice, and starts beaming to herself, alone in her fetid little room.

"Harvey! It's Katja! How's it hanging, man? And by 'it' I mean your journalistic integrity. Where the hell are you guys? I'm currently on the set of "The Hotels Have Eyes" a.k.a. the Renard. How do I get out of here and come find y'all?"

It's hanging long, and nice too meet you also. I got Kenny Eastman here with me, and we're investigating some local flavor, we think it might have something to do with the captain of the ship. Where's the Renard? Why don't you grab a cab and tell him to take you to Grip's bookstore in town. We'll wait for you.

By the way, thanks for showing up. I don't know about Eastman but I'm sh*t all with a camera.

*to Eastman*

Seems this Captain Walter character is crazier than anyone knows. Talkin about paganism, Eastman. Paganism. Right? This world, eh?

Anyway, this guy, Grip, might be involved somehow. We're heading there -

*phone vibrating*

Oh, hold on.

*reads message*

Looks like we might just have a photographer, Eastman.

*dials number on message*

*waits...*

(if she picks up) - "Katja? This is Harvey Malgam, with the scoop, you the photographer?"

(OOC: Walking sounds fine to me. And yes $100 in pocket sounds good.)

Thank you much. This rounds on me.

*to Kenny*

Let's get out of here, head to the bookstore before any other press gets wind of this.

*gets up and pays bartender for a round for the men*

(-$15)

Gentlemen, this is my pal, Eastman. He's okay.

*To Kenny*

Grab a seat Eastman.

*to the old gents*

Could you give us the address to this Grip boy's house? I'd like to see what I can see about this. You think it'll be a problem me showin up?

A pagan? That's a little strange for these parts isn't it? Meanin,' doesn't everyone around here know everyone else pretty well? And who or what would put those ideas in Walter's head?

*pays the fare and tips the driver*

(-$20+ another $20?)

Thanks, again buddy.

*walks into the bar and starts asking if anybody knows Walter and what they can tell Harvey about him*

(rolled a 17 in gather info)

My gut's telling me Walter. So if you can take us somewhere where we might learn more about him, somewhere you didn't take any other press, we'd be mighty thankful.

Is there anywhere that you haven't taken any of the other press? Eastman and I are interested in a scoop, ya see? So, there might be a cool twenty in it for you can put us in the right spot.

(do you want me to make a diplomacy roll or anything, DM?)

*motions to the driver to open the trunk, puts Kenny's and his suitcases in*

Driver? We're gonna be three here. Can you hang around after we drop off Pete and take us to the docks?

Harvey, Harvey Malgam.

*shakes hand*

Hold on for a sec Eastman, I forgot to lock the car.

*sets down suitcase and runs back to car, reaches into glove box and pulls out Snub Nosed Colt Python, slips it into his inside jacket pocket*

*locks car doors*

(sleight of hand roll after modifiers = 18)

Okay, all locked up. Let's go.

*picks up suitcase*

*gets out of car and grabs suitcase*

Oh, thank God.

Eastman, if we die in a fiery blaze, I just want you to know, I loved you.

*parks the car*

Well, let's get going then.

*heads out*

Sorry to interrupt, Eastman, but I'm going to go down and get the car warmed up. I'm driving right?

If we do run into...uh...Neptunians...or Nazis...

*takes a deep breath, reaches for flask then stops*

Won't they...uh...not be happy to see us? What sort of -

*waves hand in rolling motion*

-what sort of PROTECTION should we be carrying?

*under breath* Neptunians...

Okay, I think Eastman and I can get you a story. No problem. I don't know about Eastman, but I'm not a photographer. What should we do about the pictures?

Bit off his owner's hand? And you want sensational?

How about,

"Ravenous Dog Attacks Owner, Eats Hand."

*frames the air with hands*

Or if you want really over the top:

"Man Eating Dog, Caught in the Act!"

Harvey Malgam. Hugh Rogers was it?

*reaches hand across desk to shake*

Ok, Eastman. Is this some kind of joke?

*pushes u-bar handle*

Oh right, right. I saw that episode. You're right about Silvia, she's a real piece of work.

I was writing the "After Dark" column for the Seattle Intelligencer for a while. Let go for...personal reasons.

Did some freelance work for the WWN. Saw some crazy sh*t. Sounds like you've seen some things yourself?

*motions with hand towards elevator*

Shall we?

*shakes Kenny's hand*

Eastman...Eastman. Have I heard of you?

Nice.

Any of you work for the, uh *looks at paper* Sunlight Scoop?

*pats jacket looking for smokes, finds none*

This ain't no mental disorder, brother. This is the real thing.

*swigs Jack from flask*