Stanley Chastain |
"I'd prefer to not gain a criminal record if I can help it, so hopefully it won't come to that. Perhaps we can find something with so many pairs of eyes. I'm not particularly hopeful, though. If he was jumped after breakfast then his room is probably how he left it. Only one way to be sure, though, I guess. Count me in."
Reginald Farley |
Reggie nods. Let's start with the why. After an examination of the records, It isn't until the cave is discovered that things go pear shaped. Taken at face value, on January twenty second, a cave is discovered and later that same day a mountain range with strange formations is discovered. On the twenty third, fantastic scientific discoveries are made, and Lake no longer communicates directly by radio, instead his notes are read. A fossil, over thirty million years old, is found in pristine condition with minimal calcification and unusually flexible. The specimen is reported to have fins or wings. This organism is reported in Lake's notes as a Plant with internal organs. With the implication that said specimen created Pre-Cambrian fossilized footprints.
On the twenty fifth, it was discovered by the McTighe group that everyone at Lake's camp had been killed. The poor sods had been ripped to shreds. The referred to specimens are no where to be found. Later that day, the group that reached Lake's camp goes on to make reports of the strange mountain range.
Reggie opens his briefcase and pulls the McTighe and Parbode files and hands them to Moore. You can read for yourselves. The disintegration of reason of the surviving members of the McTighe group. Neither Danforth or Dyer were found for interviews. Reggie pauses and puffs on his pipe as the two read the files.
Without supporting physical evidence, Occam's Razor would suggest something less fantastic is happening here. I suggest a neurological toxin or biologic might have been in the sealed cave which caused lasting brain damage. Hallucinations and paranoia could explain everything from the fantastic claims to the horrific murders of Lake's team. In any case, It doesn't matter what's true, only what's believed by the survivors. One or more of them might truly believe that stopping these expeditions is the right thing to do, and anything would be justified in that cause, including murder. Reggie takes a few more puffs.
Of course this is all speculation, we should eliminate the variables starting with the rival expeditions. If this premise has merit, then they should be experiencing similar difficulties. We should inquire whether they are experiencing similar sabotage.
the Great Old One |
September 9th, 1933 - 6:15 PM
Alphonso, Arnault, Meeley, Phoebe, and Stanley - SS Gabriel
"That his room is exactly how he left it is what I am hoping for. Any clues, maybe he received a note to bug off. Maybe he has a diary, Captain's keep logs I'll bet an old timer like him kept up the habit even on land. Maybe an address of where he went he day he died. Or maybe we find nothing. Them's the breaks of police work".
Adrian Arrives SS Gabriel - 6:16 PM
Security is tighter than your visit to the ship yesterday but with your name on the approved list you enter easily enough. You are told Nurse Phoebe is below deck. When you step into the mess hall room, the same group you saw at the hotel lobby this morning is here Alphonso, Arnault, Meeley, Stanley, and Gretchen (NPC) along with a few who were not Phoebe who you met yesterday Mickey and Seamus (both NPCs).
Alphonso, Arnault, Meeley, Phoebe, and Stanley
A man steps into the room that none of you except Phoebe recognize.
Seamus looks at Adrian, "You lost Joe?"
the Great Old One |
September 9, 1933 - 5:18 PM
Reginald - Amherst Hotel
Starkweather and Moore look at each other and then back at you.
Moore responds, "An impressive observation. A neurotoxin is one that I did not consider. There is a second alternative one that you may not have considered - pure madness from isolation and frigid temperature. Gedney the missing lad is believed by some to be the one who succumbed to madness as his body was never found at the campsite.
I believe that Dr. Abbot's file is missing the initial interviews that Dyer and Danforth did provide though I do admit they did not yield much in the way of information".
Starkweather shakes his head, "I'll not contact nor will I approve contact with Acacia's Expedition. I believe they are the ones sabotaging ours, at least I did until the Commander was found dead.
We have a few Expedition members who will be looking into the Commander's death. Based upon your observations here, your insight could prove helpful, would you be willing to aid them, especially if you are committed to coming with us..."
Moore cuts Starkweather off, "James we should not dismiss contact out of hand. First let us conduct our investigation then make a decision. Certainly Reginald is right about one thing, if it is not Acacia or another Expedition, it may well be Dyer or Danforth".
Reginald Farley |
Psychology 65%: 1d100 ⇒ 14
A look of concern crosses Reggies face while looking at Doctor Moore's reaction. Perhaps he's seen someone recently? Perhaps he knows someone who fits the profile? He's reluctant to share at this point in either case
Reggie nods. Certainly, I'll help.
He suspected Starkweather needed to be handled carefully. Reggie would try and appeal to his ego. Mr. Starkweather, You may very well be right, and the Lexington expedition is doing underhanded things. Wouldn't it be vindication to be proven right? Perhaps even get hard evidence for shaming them in the press.
the Great Old One |
September 9, 1933 - 5:18 PM
Reginald - Amherst Hotel
Starkweather clears his throat and replies gruffly, "Perhaps, perhaps. I'll consider it for now don;t do any such thing without my say so!"
Moore turns to Vincent, "Can you assist Reginald with his luggage and help him locate Peter Sykes?".
Moore addresses Reginald, "Sykes will bring you to the ship where even now a meeting is beginning. Thank you for your assistance".
the Great Old One |
September 9th, 1933 - 6:16:15 PM
Adrian, Alphonso, Arnault, Meeley, Phoebe, Reginald and Stanley - SS Gabriel
Reginald enters the ship and the site with the aid of Sykes just behind notehr man who appears to be headed in that same direction, "Go on and follow him" says Sykes "I've got stuff to do here in the meanwhile".
Mere seconds after Adrian arrives so too does Reginald, "Jaysus another one?! What kind o' bullocks secret meetin' is this?" Mickey exclaims.
Alright, altogether now...
the Great Old One |
So... can we go an check the captain's room?
Well none of you know Reginald and only Phoebe knows Adrian so a little RP with them first makes sense. Then, onto the Captain's room!
Stanley Chastain |
Stanley shrugs at Seamus and Mickey. "I know I didn't tell anybody about this meeting." He looks over the newcomers skeptically. "I would guess that, since they're through the Gabrielle's security checkpoint they have something relationship to the expedition, though. There are a lot of names on the manifest, and I can't keep them all straight without having faces to go with them." He smiles wryly. "Is that about the long and the short of it, gentlemen?"
Reginald Farley |
Psychology 65%: 1d100 ⇒ 75
It didn't seem to be secret from Mr. Starkweather, as he asked that I assist however I can. Reggie removes his hat and gives a courtesy nod at the ladies in the room. Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm Reginald Farley. I've been assigned to the expedition very recently by the University. I am at your service.
Adrian Roman |
Honestly, what is it with people calling me Joe? I have a name, and that is most certainly not it. You really shouldn't be so surprised. It makes you seem as if you are not ready, and one should never be unprepared, especially when dealing with such circumstances. You may call me Dr. Roman for the time being.
Phoebe Barrett |
Raising an eyebrow at Dr Roman's outburst, He did not know your name. Joe is simply a generic male name. Glancing over at Seamus then adding, I am certain no offence was meant by it.
Looking back at Seamus, Should we wait and see if any more people arrive. Or does anyone have a way to get in contact with Moore or Starkweather to figure out if anyone else is arriving? As she finishes speaking Phoebe shifts her gaze to look around at all the others. Trying to met everyone in the eyes at least for a moment as she looks about.
Since Reggie mentioned it before do we want to get into what everyone looks like? Most of the profiles do not physically describe the characters.
the Great Old One |
September 9th, 1933 - 6:16:15 PM
Adrian, Alphonso, Arnault, Meeley, Phoebe, Reginald and Stanley - SS Gabriel
Seamus chuckles at Dr. Roman's outburst, "Alright Doc good enough. Don't worry Phoebe, If I thought he was trying to insult me I've got my own way of handling things.
I say no way I'm waiting, this is too many damn people already but let's get movin' moonlight is being wasted here. Starkweather and Moore are footin' the bill so if they want to send a few more pairs of eyes my way that is fine.
Mickey know what to do, we'll got o the back till we hear the signal then we'll climb the fire escape and sneak in the room to see what we can see. Anyone want to back out".
Gretchen raises her hand, "If it is just as well, I vill stay here for now I ave to inzpect some of zee goods I vill use on zee Expedition to ensure I don't need anyzing furzer".
Describe yourselves if you wish to. Mickey is a prototypical Irish dockworker about 5'7" and lanky. Seamus is a prototypical Irish cop with a huge mustache about 6'1" and broad shouldered.
Reginald Farley |
Seeing as no one decided to introduce themselves save Dr. Roman, Reggie can see his offer of assistance was more of a nuisance to this group. He says to Gretchen. Young lady. You might want to look for signs of sabotage as well. Meaning, not only to check for torches, but that they have batteries that work as well. In fact, I'd be willing to help, If you'll have me.
Alphonso Wolf |
Alphonso is a thin, not very imposing average looking fellow of slight build who at first was wearing a suit but is now wearing a sensible sweater and some pants, however, is still wearing a much too large pocket watch. He stands and busies himself straightening out his clothing and nods on going with the group to look for clues which one might find odd for an accountant.
Stanley Chastain |
Stanley is a rather gangly 6', dressed in a suit under his coat. He wears small spectacles, and keeps his face shaved and his hair short. He rather habitually adjusts his glasses every few minutes, a small tic that shows up when he's around people he hasn't gotten comfortable with yet.
"I apologize," he says, he eyes seeming to return to a focused state after a moment. "I was psyching myself up for this little 'b' and 'e' and got lost in my thoughts there. I'm Stanley Chastain, aircraft engineer from Massachussetts for you new fellows. I didn't mean to ignore you, I'm just rather uncomfortable with everything that's been happening these last few days." He adjusts his glasses and clothes. "I'm still willing to go, though, and I'll try not to get us caught."
Josephine "Meeley" Stanton |
"Meeley", as her friends call her, is a somewhat dark skinned middle aged woman, with a very "liberated" attitude, like the flappers of the 20's, with short dark hair, and dark brown eyes.
"Josephine Stanton, at your service. Reporter for the New York Inquirer, and also an aviator member of the "Ninety-Nines". And one of the newest members of the expedition."
Alphonso Wolf |
Mr Alphonso Wolf at your service, accountant from Goldman and Sachs. Recently joined this expidition today. Your observations on sabotage are keenly noted and will be explored Alphonso says without fanfare or much emotion at all, as if numbers interested him more then anything going on here.
the Great Old One |
September 9th, 1933 - 6:16:15 PM
Adrian, Alphonso, Arnault, Meeley, Phoebe, Reginald and Stanley - SS Gabriel
Seamus shakes his head, "Gretchen, you are coming with us, you can help Mickey with the distraction, he'll need a look-out. Reg, Doc, we would be most grateful if you would come with us. Let's get a few cabs and head to the hotel".
I'll give you another day to RP before I set up the next big scene.
Phoebe Barrett |
Sorry thought I posted but the evil internet ate it apparently.
Phoebe is a pale skinned short woman with long wavy black hair. There are circles under her eyes and paired with the rumpled clothing it is clear she did not get a good nights rest recently. As she looks around at everyone present her most notable feature are her eyes. The left eye is light brown while her right eye is pale green.
Taking in the group while twisting a ring on her right hand around her finger. My apologies I am normally not so rude. I am going to assume it is the impending breaking and entering that is affecting my manners. May name is Phoebe Barrett and I am a nurse.
Turning to Seamus, Am I going to have time to change out of these borrowed clothes?
Mr. Farley you mentioned you are from the University. Are you a professor there or a student?
Reginald Farley |
Stanley is a rather gangly 6', dressed in a suit under his coat. He wears small spectacles, and keeps his face shaved and his hair short. He rather habitually adjusts his glasses every few minutes, a small tic that shows up when he's around people he hasn't gotten comfortable with yet.
"I apologize," he says, he eyes seeming to return to a focused state after a moment. "I was psyching myself up for this little 'b' and 'e' and got lost in my thoughts there. I'm Stanley Chastain, aircraft engineer from Massachussetts for you new fellows. I didn't mean to ignore you, I'm just rather uncomfortable with everything that's been happening these last few days." He adjusts his glasses and clothes. "I'm still willing to go, though, and I'll try not to get us caught."
Reggie is clear skinned and clean shaven. He has no beard or mustache or sideburns like his English contemporaries.He is often mistaken for an Irishman. His face is round and plain, except for his eyes. They are bright and intelligent and few details escape them. His hair is light brown with loose curls and is slightly too long. His tweed suit is well fitted, but old. The threads at his cuffs show wear. He is fit, but still carries a few extra pounds.
Reggie smiles and extends his hand. The handshake is strong and firm. A pleasure Mr. Chastain. Please think nothing of it.
"Meeley", as her friends call her, is a somewhat dark skinned middle aged woman, with a very "liberated" attitude, like the flappers of the 20's, with short dark hair, and dark brown eyes.
"Josephine Stanton, at your service. Reporter for the New York Inquirer, and also an aviator member of the "Ninety-Nines". And one of the newest members of the expedition."
Reggie reaches his hand out and rests her palm over his. He gently places his left hand on top. Ms. Stanton. You are a charming women and quite accomplished. It's my pleasure to meet you.
Mr Alphonso Wolf at your service, accountant from Goldman and Sachs. Recently joined this expedition today. Your observations on sabotage are keenly noted and will be explored Alphonso says without fanfare or much emotion at all, as if numbers interested him more then anything going on here.
Mr. Wolf. Reggie gives another firm handshake. Your attention is most appreciated.
Sorry thought I posted but the evil internet ate it apparently.
Phoebe is a pale skinned short woman with long wavy black hair. There are circles under her eyes and paired with the rumpled clothing it is clear she did not get a good nights rest recently. As she looks around at everyone present her most notable feature are her eyes. The left eye is light brown while her right eye is pale green.
Taking in the group while twisting a ring on her right hand around her finger. My apologies I am normally not so rude. I am going to assume it is the impending breaking and entering that is affecting my manners. May name is Phoebe Barrett and I am a nurse.
Turning to Seamus, Am I going to have time to change out of these borrowed clothes?
Mr. Farley you mentioned you are from the University. Are you a professor there or a student?
Please Ms. Barrett, the fault is mine. I show up unannounced. You must forgive me. He gently greets the lady in the same manner as Meeley. You are nothing but a delight. Releasing her hand, he says. I'm a professor of archaeology at the University. Although, I believe that I'm here more as an assistant to Dr. Moore.
the Great Old One |
September 9th, 1933 - 6:22 PM
Adrian, Alphonso, Arnault, Meeley, Phoebe, Reginald and Stanley - SS Gabriel
Turning to Seamus, Am I going to have time to change out of these borrowed clothes?
Seamus shakes his head no, "Look Doll, even dressed like that you're a knockout. Trust me, you don't want to go there dressed any better than that. Dressing in a manner unlike your usual manner of dress is a free tip from a cop for those of you who wanna start a life of crime. The DR. is right, time is wastin' and we need to beat Hansen to the punch!"
the Great Old One |
September 9th, 1933 - 6:22 PM
Adrian, Alphonso, Arnault, Meeley, Phoebe, Reginald and Stanley - a Block Away from the Westbury Hotel
Three cabs drop the group off about a block away from the hotel. Seamus turns to Mickey and Gretchen, "Take care of the distraction Mick, use Gretchen as you see fit but don;t let her get into any trouble alright?"
Mickey grins, "You know me mick, no troubles at all..." He gives Reggie a bit of a sour look but otherwise seems fine as he leads Gretchen towards the Hotel.
Seamus turns to the rest of you, "I had a fried on the force call earlier today to figure out how we could get to the room from the fire escape and that's what we're gonna do. When the distraction starts we'll climb up and then look around and get out".
He pauses for a moment, "Stanley, Arnault. You were both here before yeah? could ya' pick out the front desk guy if ya' had to? We mau want to ask him a few questions tonight to. Either of you game to try and get a hold of the guy instead of headin' up with the rest of us?"
As Stanley and Arnault discuss who should take the lead on trying to speak with the front desk clerk the fire alarm goes off!
"There's our distraction, now, let's get to it!" Seamus leaps up and grabs the fire escape from a garbage can placed to do just that puling it down to the ground in the alley.
Arnault or Stanley, whoever wants to perform that task does not need to make a Climb check.
Everyone make a Climb check +30%. Anyone who scores less than half of the target #, that is 35 or less, can assist (i.e. give % points to another player that fails). Teamwork people! :-)
Phoebe Barrett |
September 9th, 1933 - 6:22 PM
Seamus shakes his head no, [b]"Look Doll, even dressed like that you're a knockout. Trust me, you don't want to go there dressed any better than that. Dressing in a manner unlike your usual manner of dress is a free tip from a cop for those of you who wanna start a life of crime. The DR. is right, time is wastin' and we need to beat Hansen to the punch!"
My usual manner of dress is not rumpled work clothing and the scent of the ocean but ok.
[ooc]Later in the illegal activity[/b]
Keeping quiet on the way there and then once the plan has been laid out she moves to climb the ladder.
Climb: 1d100 ⇒ 2
Stanley Chastain |
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"If you're alright with it, Arnault, I get rather flustered when talking to people I'm not very familiar with and would probably be a poor choice for trying to get anything important out of the front desk guy." He jumps a little when the alarm goes off then shoots the other man an apologetic and panicked look before quickly scampering up the fire escape and away from the intimidating and awkward potential social situation in favor of the actually illegal breaking and entering.
Climb +30 (70): 1d100 ⇒ 50
Arnault |
"If you're alright with it, Arnault, I get rather flustered when talking to people I'm not very familiar with and would probably be a poor choice for trying to get anything important out of the front desk guy." He jumps a little when the alarm goes off then shoots the other man an apologetic and panicked look before quickly scampering up the fire escape and away from the intimidating and awkward potential social situation in favor of the actually illegal breaking and entering.
[dice=Climb +30 (70)]1d100
Looking a little flustered at the sudden change of plan Arnault nods.
" Alright, I vill see if I can find him in zee rush off people from zee alarm... "
Separating from the rest of the crew as they begin climbing the fire escape, Arnault heads for the front of the hotel hoping to spot the clerk in the crowd as people evacuate.
the Great Old One |
[dice=Climb]1d100+30
Not entirely certain how to format this for rolling. I don't think that's supposed to happen, but I don't roll nearly enough to have this system entirely figured out. I don't think 105 is supposed to happen.
No worries, I'll explain. The + or - that I will occasionally apply to your Skill checks is calculated from your PC's base score. By way of example, the scenario before us, everyone's base Climb is 40%. Adding +30 gives you a base chance of 70%. Roll 1d100 and voila, that result will be a success or a failure against your new base target number. While you failed, I made it a cooperative effort and your new found allies were able to aid you in bring your roll low enough to be a success!
the Great Old One |
September 9th, 1933
Adrian, Alphonso, Meeley, Phoebe, Reginald and Stanley - on the 4th Floor of the Westbury Hotel - Douglas' Room
Seamus heads up the fire escape last to ensure that no one falls into the alleyway, his concern is not needed though as the combined efforts of the Investigators allows everyone to get up the fire escape with ease.
As always, mark the successful rolls for the end of the chapter tests. Here you had to make the Climb roll to consider it a success, receiving aid just allows you not to go splat I/C :-)
Seamus gets to the top and pulls the window open snapping the lock in the process, he waves his hand inviting you all into the room, "Welcome to your first caper" he grins ate Reginald, "that was the easy part folks, getting back out undetected is the trick so let's not waste time here!" He states over the din of the fire alarm.
The room was in decent shape when Stanley was here the previous day but based on the look of it, someone has ransacked it! His belongings are strewn about the bed, luggage opened and turned over and the bed linens torn from the bed. Hell even the mattress itself was cut open and pulled off of the frame. The wastepaper basket was overturned its contents spilled all over the room.
When Seamus steps in he whistles, "Well, if the force didn't toss this room someone must have..."
A cursory glance of the room reveals the following:
Two framed photographs, both now with the protective glass broken. One
shows the ships Arkham and Miskatonic at Hobart Harbor. A date of 1930 is written in ink on the bottom corner. The other depicts the Commander with another man in his late middle years, you surmise the other one must be his brothers. The picture is dated 1929.
Papers, letters, and personal effects. Packets of letters from Douglas’ brother, as well as seaman’s certificates, personal papers, and a scrap book of his travels on the Miskatonic Expedition to Antarctica. These have been gone through and scattered around the room.
Several small bound journals. These date from 1920 through 1933. The
entries are terse, infrequent, and contain mostly technical shipboard information. Miles traveled, crew discipline, shipboard repairs, etc.
The scraps of paper from the basket were balled up opened and then seemingly balled up again. Some sheets were left smooth, shopping lists, laundry receipts, hotel bills, and random notations.
-- Starkweather, Amherst Hotel. WH-5040; 10:00 A.M.
-- Gerald Brackman GR-7738
-- Philip—10:40, 12:55, 3:10, 8:45 (overnight)
-- Wykes, Grimes, Brewer—Purple Cup
-- A. Lexington QB-0505 [several check marks next to the phone number]
-- A partially written letter from Douglas to a Philip, is also discovered though it appears to be only partially completed.
September 9th, 1933
New York City
Dear Philip,
I have arrived, as you see, in New York, and will be with you in a few days. It will not be as soon as I had hoped, however. I am shipping you some personal things by rail which ought to get there before I do. Take care and keep them safe for me. I have some rather sorry business here in the city that I must attend to before I can come.
There is a man here named Starkweather who is hiring crew for an Antarctic voyage. He has been hounding me for months, by letter and by wire. I have no interest in his voyage, as you well know. I swore I would not ever return to that hellish place and I will not, so help me God! But the man wants me to captain his ship, and he will not take “no” for an answer. I told him I would meet with him when I arrived in New York. Perhaps he will understand my refusal when I shout it to his face.
You may imagine my annoyance when I got here and discovered that the imbecile has been telling the press that I was already signed on! We are to meet tomorrow. I intend to be quite firm with him. Adding insult to injury, a lunatic German here at the hotel has been after me ever since he learned my name. Again and again I encounter him “by chance;” the man is obsessed with fairy tales.
Each time we meet he asks if I know anything of South Seas folklore, of great statues in the pack ice or of lost island nations. I have told him no: I know nothing of Tsalal, or blacktoothed savages, or a man named Pym, or of anything south of the Antarctic Circle but ice, whales, and misery. If he approaches me again, so help me, Philip, I shall knock him senseless!
It is not bad enough that Starkweather has been misusing my name in the newspapers. He has been using it to attract his crews as well. He has even managed to sign some of the boys from the Arkham and the Lady Margaret on the strength of it. How he got any of the Arkham crew I shall never know. None of us who were on that voyage are ever likely to forget the things that were said about those murdered men, or the howls of that poor mad boy Danforth.
The things he whispered to me, toward the end when he knew where he was, still haunt me. God only knows what he told the others. I am going to do what I can to convince
There the letter stops.
Your first set of Skill checks will take 10 minutes that is one check each. Identify if you wish to make a Spot Hidden Check related to the Journal or the Scraps. Consider that Round 1, if you wish to make further checks, let Seamus know I/C.
Seamus checks the closet and the drawers, the carpet, and moves furniture around looking for blood splatter or a weapon perhaps. "Well, if there was a sign of struggle here, I don't see it. Whoever tossed this place, did it after he was gone".
the Great Old One |
September 9th, 1933
Arnault - In Front of the Westbury Hotel
As you walk out of the alleyway and around the building you see that chaos has taken over, the police present, there are two. Ar evacuating the building in an orderly manner and stating that the incident is "probably a false alarm. Fire department'll be here in 10 minutes to investigate and you can all head back in!"
Arnault |
Spot Hidden 50% : 1d100 ⇒ 87 Hmph
Standing at the corner of the building Arnault cranes his neck trying to see through the crowd of people, but doesn't spot the man yet. Perhaps it's his day off?
He sighs and moves into the crowd pushing his way past people to search more directly for the fellow.
Stopping a bus boy he asks the following...
" Excuse me, I'm lookink for a friend, about zis tall, brown hair... He usually works zee front desk? "
Stanley Chastain |
Library Use 75: 1d100 ⇒ 68
"It seems they weren't interested in anything personal to him," Stanley muses, thinking about his own and the others' observations about what is missing. "They left everything to do with him behind and only seem to have taken things related to the actual events of the first expedition. These papers here are all personal, and none of them point to any particular individual who might have wanted to do him harm."
the Great Old One |
So my 2 on the climb was a success?
Absolutely, it does not get any better! Well a 1 but still!
the Great Old One |
September 9th, 1933
Adrian, Alphonso, Meeley, Phoebe, Reginald and Stanley - on the 4th Floor of the Westbury Hotel - Douglas' Room
Samus scans the letter that Meeley found. "We need to take this with us", he states just as the fire alarm stops screeching.
"Unless you all want to keep looking around, I think it's time to go".
What do you do?
the Great Old One |
September 9th, 1933
Arnault - In Front of the Westbury Hotel
One of the men in the crowd points, "I think he is over there Mister?"
Another Spot Hidden +20%, if successful, open the spoiler above.