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Yeah. I'm ready too. Might be spending too much time on set-up of the adventure. Let's get into it. PbP is slow by nature anyway.

Isabelle Fitzsimmon

Starkweather inhales pensively through his nose, and holds his breath as he considers Isabelle, hands on his hips. Lips pursed, he glances back at Moore, who sits with an inscrutable expression.

"Well." He blows on his breath. "William Fitzsimmon, hey? That's a name that will open doors. If he's willing to write a check underwriting the participation of his little daughter on such a fraught voyage, well. Can't say I would speak highly of his parenting skills, but dollars speak for themselves. Let's arrange a meeting. You probably don't need to attend, my dear, as we men shall be discussing financial matters. Is he here in New York? If so, the sooner we meet the better. If we reach an agreement, then - yes. I will allow you to accompany us on this expedition."

Starkweather looks worried. "Though I can't guarantee your safety or comfort. You will have to forswear all the niceties of civilization the moment you step on the S.S. Gabrielle."

"I find civilization to be over-rated. A bit dreary and boring". "I'm sure father will meet with you... but you might have better luck saving my going on the mission as a surprise. Father so loves surprises".

Without asking, Isabelle takes a cigarette out of her purse, lights it, and begins to smoke, crossing her legs, and bouncing her foot as she does so.

"Now, now," says Mr. Starkweather, raising his hands in a placating manner. "Let's not be so hasty. I never said you couldn't change my mind. I simply... I simply wished to ensure that you were completely aware of what you were asking to be part of."

Starkweather bites down on the stem of his pipe as he glances back at Moore again. Then, in a different tone, almost hesitatingly, he asks, "You said something about paying your way. I assume you were quite serious? The Expedition is always in need of extra funding. If you will forgive me for being so direct, what manner of sum would you be willing to contribute?"

"Well I know well what's in store, and look forward to it". "I could possibly donate a fairly substantial sum of money myself, however my father is William Fitzsimmon, I'm sure you've heard of him, and he is always looking for exciting investments. If you accept me for the mission, I'll arrange a meeting to discuss this with him".

1d100 ⇒ 27 Credit Rating.

"I can work as hard as any man, and to question a woman's toughness is to disregard the pleasure of Childbirth". "There is nothing I can say to you to change your mind... so I make this offer. Give me a test. Give me a way to prove myself, then if I can't hold up to your test, I will bother you no more.".

Isabelle takes a deep breath before entering the room. Maybe if I pretend there is nothing unusual about a woman adventurer, they'll follow suit.

"Hi. Isabelle Fitzsimmon's the name. If it can be driven, flown, or sailed chances are I can handle it, and then fix it if it's broken. I can shoot a rifle, and know my way around the wilderness. And most importantly I can pay my own way".

Yep

Yo-de-la-de-hoo

Just some generation rolls.

3d6 ⇒ (4, 4, 1) = 9 Luck x5

Wow. That sucked. Had to get rid of all my language skills, and a couple of others at low percentages that rounded out the character. Oh well. Onward and southward :-).

Still need to update the character, but here's the telegram.

I FITZSIMMONS INTERESTED IN JOINING YOUR EXPEDITION... STOP. PREPARED TO INVEST FINANCIALLY IN VENTURE... STOP. BRING EXPERIENCE WITH ELECTRICAL REPAIR, MECHANICAL REPAIR, NAVIGATION, AND CAN DRIVE, FLY OR SHOOT JUST ABOUT ANYTHING... STOP. PLEASE REPLY AT 12 BURRBURY HILL, CAMBRIDGE MA FOR AFFIRMATION... STOP.

I. fITZSIMMONS

DM Only

Dot

I'll try to get Isabelle updated, and the letter drafted today.

I've got this fun old character I could re-skin for 7E if you need another.

We need a GM to point the way...hint...hint...hint..

"And David". "Please put that G0d darn camera down for a moment". "You don't have to document everything". "Relax for a bit won't you".

To eliminate any confusion, Isabelle is definitely American, but her Aunt lives in England. Her mother was British, but she passed away when Isabelle was an infant. She is on holiday (And giving her father a break from her behavior) in England.

Isabelle titters at the suggestion she might be from England. "Please". "London is terribly boring". "They have these old fashioned, stuffed shirt ideas of a woman's place in society". "I'm afraid my Auntie's two favorite times are when I arrive, and when I depart".

She then bends down, unlaces her boots, removes them, and puts her now bare feet upon the table, (making sure nothing inappropriate is displayed).

"Everyone loosen up and relax". "We can at least make the voyage fun".... Bartender" ! "Another round please, and let your pouring hand linger a bit longer".

Are we waiting for something to get this game going?

"Rusty huh"? "That gives me an idea". "Bartender two". , then remembering Michael, "No make that three Rusty Nails". "Charge them to room... She then turns and raises an eyebrow at Michael.

"Well you may have my name I guess". "But you'd feel silly if your friends started calling you Isabelle...so why don't you let me keep that one, and give me one I can call you".

"Hmm"."I can't fathom how you would get in trouble, because I fail to acknowledge a silly suggestion". "But, in some strange warped way I appreciate your misplaced sense of chivalry".

Then clearing the smoke from her face with a small glove draped hand, she opens a silver cigarette case, withdraws a fresh cig, and placing it in her lips, asks in her most demure voice.

"Do you have a light"?

She acknowledges her support, but is intrigued and humored by the stranger for the moment. He's alleviating a bit of her expected boredom.

dot

Heya, GM! Glad to see you're doing well.

Cute link, Remy. :P

Since we're going to be partnering up, and David, Isabelle, and Michael already have a solid background, Ms. Fitzsimmon befriending Rusty at the bar is a good idea.

Rusty, while not being able to afford a ride on the ship, had enough to grease a ship officer's palm, promptly disappearing into the third class section. Keeping a low profile is no problem with all the passengers aboard so he might as well take a look around.

Ending up at the cozy location of the bar, he's just enjoying the ambience (not being able to afford any of the drinks) when a lady sits down next to him, smoking a cigarette when he remembered there was a clear no-smoking sign at the bar.

It's enough to make him strike up a conversation. "You know this is a no-smoking area, yes?" His voice is breathy and has an unclear American accent to it, possibly a mix of several locations, but the overall result is rough and unsophisticated.

Isabelle slowly turns to the man addressing her, and takes a drink of her Martini. She appraises the man for a minute, then casually blows smoke in his face, before throwing her dying butt on the ground beneath the mans feet. She then leans close to the man and quietly replys. "Oh". "And are you going to tell on me"?

Isabelle was once again making "bad choices" when it came to friends, and the way she was spending her time, so her over-protective (In her opinion anyway) father decided it might be best she get away from these unsavory influences for a while...Hence her Birthday present. An ocean voyage to spend some time with her aunt in England.

And young Andrews would make a fine traveling companion. He is a trustworthy young man, and her father had big plans for him. Why couldn't she meet a nice young soldier like him instead of the ruffians she tended to run around with.

In answer to Andrew's inquiry about the bags.

"Yeah". "Whatever". "I'm going to see if there is an open bar on this tub". Isabelle, then sees the 'no smoking' sign above the particular doorway she's entering, and promptly lights up a cigarette and walks inside.

I think the way you have it suggested is just fine...And I'll squirrel in a few points in Art along the way.

Dot

Isabelle is a Tomboy, and quite good with machines, repair etc. IF there is another character with those skills they should probably be on opposite teams.

Also, since it fits the spoiled debutante story, I could re-position a few points into Art. Any particular area that would be more helpful?

Let's do this thing....

Isabelle is freshened up, packed and eager for her trip to London. She hasn't been there since she was 14, when she spent a summer there with her Aunt Hattie.

I'll be resubmitting Isabella. Rolling for better stats...hopefully...

Array 1

Array 2

So if I read this right, I can move up to (3) points from one stat to another in the same array? In other words I can move 2 points from my power and add to my EDU in Set one...and I can do this up to three times. Is that correct? The use of "Stats" and "Skills" in the same paragraph has me a bit confused.

As soon as I get clarification, I'll update Isabelle

Well this feisty Debutante is ready to roll, and see how she can be redefined at any time.

I'd like to apply with this character. She was a hoot, but the campaign died. Hoping for the 20's

I probably should re'roll her stats however. I didn't do so good last time.

Then in a predictable return to Call of Cthulhu...

As the men at first avert their eyes then look on in fascination, Isabelle's hidden vestigial twin makes in appearance, emerging from a hidden fold in her abdomen, the red faced demon appears, it's fanged mouth gaping, and struggling, and it's snake like, slitted amber eyes staring at the men with hateful malevolence. As it seems to gasp for air, blinking in the unfamiliar sunlight, the beginnings of it's two tentacled appendages begin to worm themselves from the fresh pink opening.

Sanity rolls everyone

Isabelle stops in place, and begins to sing the new arrival an eerie lullaby, in some strange forgotten tongue, clearing the mucus from it's still emerging form.

Isabell strips naked and begins to run around the vehicle. "Let' all go streaking"!

Isabelle pulls her hand mirror from her jumbled belongings in the floorboard of the car, checks her makeup, sighs in resignation, and unceremoniously scrapes her belongings back into her purse, then straightens her skirt, and steps out of the vehicle.

Roderick stares out of the window, admiring the beautiful scenery. In some ways like the Home Counties of England, whilst in others so different. The scenery seems to stretch despite the pace of the vehicle. Rodericks mind is calmed although he cannot help to see what happened in the hotel in his minds eye. The gentleman occasionally glances to Isabelle, to ensure proprietary is upheld. "Miss Fitzsimmons, please wake up we are here." he speaks quietly in her ear and softly shakes her shoulder.

Isabelle slowly opens one eye at the insistance of Mr. Farshaw. A line of drool laces from her lips connecting a small pool on the fur collar of her coat. "Oh my god". "Why does daylight hurt so much". "If my head didn't hurt so much, I might think that I'd become a vampire". She then quickly begins to shuffle through her purse, finally giving up, and emptying it's contents onto the floorboard in front of her. Finally with a cry of triumph she opens a small case and removes a pair of sunglasses placing them on her face, then turning to the others with a smile.

"There". "That's more like it". "How much longer before we get there"?

Slicking back his hair, before replacing his hat Roderick nods to his companions. His sharp suit and casual demeanour provide the example of a relaxed English gent; "Well met, I would not dream of causing a Lady any discomfort."

In his hand his long cane, that he leans upon whilst retrieving a hip-flask. [smaller]"Care for a morning nip?" he offers the silver container around as it gleams in the morning light.

Behind Rod is a large well-packed bag, obviously he was in Baden-Powell's Scouting for Boys and he is well-prepared.

At the smell of the alcohol, Isabelle starts to attention, holds her hand to her mouth, then quickly opens the door before the car begins moving, emptying what little is left in her stomach.

Isabell arrives at the meeting place, with her sunglasses on, and looking a little worse for the wear.

"Before anybody says anything...Yes it was a long night...Yes I had too much to drink...and I'll bite the hand of anyone who talks to loud on the trip".

She then proceeds to climb into the back seat, lean her head against the door, and groan.

I'm sorry but hospitalization for emergency surgery is a lame excuse.
Where are your priorities?....JK Hope your recovery is quick as well.

"I'm in". "Sounds like a rousing good time to me". "Should we tell those fella's that went to the police station". "I bet they'd be interested as well".

"Perhaps we could just meet with this Professor Coweles ourselves". "It does say he is here at the University"?

"Hmmm". "Police involvement would be rather...inconvenient". "Attending the lecture is much more down my alley".

"Why thank you Mr. Farshaw". "I can assure you that your kindness was far different from the last gentleman...well man's advances". "I barely knew the man...but still it is most unfortunate what happened to him". "I hope you weren't close to him".

Isabelle a bit ruffled from having to fend off, and finally knee the rude man in the elevator takes a moment to regain her composure, and holds out her hand for a firm handshake.

"Most pleased to make your acquaintance master Farnshaw". "My name is Isabelle Fitzsimmon, but all my friends call me Belle".

Sorry guys. Vacation took more of my free time than I thought. Should be back in the saddle next week.

1d100 ⇒ 29 Sanity

Seeing the men rushing towards the window, Isabelle runs for the door, hoping to cut the escaping men off as they exit the building...or at least get a good look at them.

Isabella fresh off a thrilling flight through the wind shears of the coast, lands just in time to freshen up, and arrive precisely 8 minutes late...as any proper lady would.

Isabella is still here. Waiting for the game to kick off.

Dot. Didn't realize the game had started

I think my character is good to go as well.