Arkham23.1

[2011-03-08 14::53:34] Doink: [LOCATION: MISKATONIC ACADEMY FOR GIFTED YOUTH, ARKHAM, MASS.]
[2011-03-08 14::55:01] Doink: It's been a few days since the latest incident rocked the Academy, and Arkham as a whole. Only today has the school been reopened to the public, although classes have yet to resume. Seeing as half the teaching staff has been replaced, and large numbers of the student body have been withdrawn by concerned parents.
[2011-03-08 14::56:24] Doink: The hallways are empty, for the most part, and besides the bulletholes in the lobby walls and some broken windows, all signs of the struggle have been carefully removed, sanitized, irradiated, and in some cases pressure-washed, away.
[2011-03-08 15::01:09] Henri_DEllaine: "So, John, where do we start looking for her?"
[2011-03-08 15::02:24] John_Kilanger: "We should probably look for other members of the Book Club, or people affiliated with the Fishers."
[2011-03-08 15::03:32] Henri_DEllaine: "Well... Library first, then the dorms? I don't know, you knew them better than any of us did..."
[2011-03-08 15::04:23] John_Kilanger: "Library would be a good place to start, let's go."
[2011-03-08 15::08:59] Doink: The front door of the Library has been removed altogether, its splintered remains removed and the bookshelves surrounding it righted, although some are still missing. The carpet in the area around the door has been neatly cut away as well, and the floor underneath looks like it was sanded down and the upper layer of wood replaced. Other than that, all signs of fighting have been removed.
[2011-03-08 15::09:11] Doink: From the entrance, you can't see anyone present.
[2011-03-08 15::10:19] Henri_DEllaine: wands through the stacks, seeing if anyone is in a corner somewhere.
[2011-03-08 15::10:25] John_Kilanger: walks inside and begins to look around.
[2011-03-08 15::11:44] John_Kilanger: eventually moves towards the clubs usual meeting spot.
[2011-03-08 15::14:01] » Blast is now known as BlastOff.
[2011-03-08 15::14:08] Doink: The library is mostly empty, it seems. Only a select few, extremely dedicated students have returned, by this point.
[2011-03-08 15::15:25] Doink: In the chairs by the back windows where the book club usually meets, there's only one person—a small, mousey young man with short brown hair. You've seen him before at club, John, but you don't think you've ever heard him speak.
[2011-03-08 15::16:21] John_Kilanger: walks up to the young man and takes the seat next to him. "Hello."
[2011-03-08 15::17:01] Henri_DEllaine: stands nearby, but feigns looking for a book a shelf.
[2011-03-08 15::17:35] Doink: The boy doesn't even look up from his book.
[2011-03-08 15::18:47] John_Kilanger: "If you wouldn't mind, I have a few questions I was hoping you could answer. About the Fishers."
[2011-03-08 15::18:53] Henri_DEllaine: tries to see if he can read the cover of the book from where he is.
[2011-03-08 15::21:12] Doink: It's an old book—the cover is worn, so its hard to tell what it says.
[2011-03-08 15::22:06] Doink: The boy blinks, finally looking up at John, squinting. "Oh. You're talking to me."
[2011-03-08 15::22:36] Doink: He seems nervous. "I'm sorry, what did you say? Can I help you with something?"
[2011-03-08 15::23:42] John_Kilanger: "I was wondering if you knew anything about where Rachel Fisher might be."
[2011-03-08 15::26:58] Doink: "F-Fisher?" He seems worried. "I-I don't know, I was never very, um, close to either of them."
[2011-03-08 15::27:59] » BlastOff is now known as Blast.
[2011-03-08 15::32:31] Doink: He's quite obviously lying to you. It shouldn't take much to get him to admit it, either. He doesn't seem to have much of a spine.
[2011-03-08 15::34:34] John_Kilanger: takes his sunglasses off and stares the boy in the eyes. "Are you sure? Anything you can tell me would very helpful."
[2011-03-08 15::34:48] John_Kilanger: would be*
[2011-03-08 15::38:38] Doink: The boy gulps. "H-hey, I already had to answer questions about this stuff! W-We both joined the book club when we started first year. We used to talk here all the time. B-but they never wanted to talk about their families, so I never asked! I didn't want to offend them or anything! I thought they were just religious or something!"
[2011-03-08 15::40:03] Doink: "Then Rachel stopped coming a week ago and Nathan wouldn't tell anyone where she went, and then there was shooting and I had to talk with those men in the black suits and—" he clamps his mouth shut, staring down at the floor.
[2011-03-08 15::41:23] John_Kilanger: "Anything else?"
[2011-03-08 15::45:24] Doink: "...No, honest. I was curious too, about their whole religion thing. They did a lot of weird stuff, everyone knew about that. Their family was big some weird church, but they never wanted to talk about it so I thought they weren't as into the whole thing... But then Nathan started getting more... intense. And Rachel just stopped coming to club, and then to class. And... you know the rest."
[2011-03-08 15::47:06] John_Kilanger: "Thank you, this really helps." He extends his hand out to the boy. "By the way, we're in the same Club, but I don't think I know your name. I'm Johnathon."
[2011-03-08 15::49:39] Doink: "Ph-Phillip." He takes it awkwardly and shakes it half-heartedly. "Just don't tell them I told you this stuff please... I don't want to talk to them again..."
[2011-03-08 15::50:40] John_Kilanger: gets up from the chair and puts his sunglasses back on. "Don't worry, I won't tell a soul."
[2011-03-08 15::53:10] John_Kilanger: leaves Phillip alone and walks over to Henri.
[2011-03-08 15::53:55] Henri_DEllaine: "Didn't sound like anything too useful. At least we know it probably isn't involved with anyone beyond them..."
[2011-03-08 15::55:36] John_Kilanger: "Maybe, It's still probably a good idea to look around the Fisher House."
[2011-03-08 15::57:33] Henri_DEllaine: "Yeah, seems like if we find anything, that'll be the place to look."
[2011-03-08 15::58:42] Doink: [SCENE CHANGE]
[2011-03-08 16::01:10] Doink: Fisher Hall, like most of the school's dormitories, is a short walk from the main building, down a winding path that leads through a copse of trees to a pleasant little clearing next to a lake. The building itself looks almost just like your own Ward Hall, although slightly larger—two wings extend from the center building, with four more rooms in each, it seems. The land beside it slopes down to a small, hidden lake, its top currently iced over slightly from the last March frost.
[2011-03-08 16::05:09] Henri_DEllaine: goes straight into the building. While not trying to conceal their entrance, he does try to at least not draw any undue attention from it.
[2011-03-08 16::06:03] John_Kilanger: follows Henri, keeping pace with him.
[2011-03-08 16::07:46] Doink: The inside is well-furnished, although it obviously hasn't seen the remodeling that Ward Hall has. The layout is roughly the same, so you find yourself in a central lounge much like your own. A few students are seated on the couches, watching television on an old projection set or reading. One of them, a young woman, turns her head to spot you as you enter. She frowns, and gets to her feet.
[2011-03-08 16::08:48] Henri_DEllaine: waits for the girl to approach.
[2011-03-08 16::09:21] Doink: "...Can I help you?" she asks, approaching the two of you. She's very short and... stout would be a polite way of putting it, I think. Stout, with messy curls of black hair falling down her head. Her face is curled into that sort of frown that seems rather permanent.
[2011-03-08 16::10:13] John_Kilanger: "You could, actually. I was wondering if you knew where Rachel is."
[2011-03-08 16::10:56] John_Kilanger: Where Rachel Fisher is*
[2011-03-08 16::12:43] Doink: Apparently it is possible for this girl's frown to deepen. Because it does. "Why do you want to know?"
[2011-03-08 16::14:10] John_Kilanger: "Well, I havn't seen her in the past week, and I was beginning to get worried."
[2011-03-08 16::17:02] Doink: She sniffs. "Well, that makes more than one of us. We haven't seen her either."
[2011-03-08 16::18:08] John_Kilanger: "Any ideas about why?"
[2011-03-08 16::26:26] Doink: She shakes her head. "We think she must have gone home, or to visit relatives or something. It looks like she took a bunch of her stuff with her. Smart of her, after everything thats happened."
[2011-03-08 16::28:06] Henri_DEllaine: "Funny thing you mention it, she actually had a book of mine. You think you could show us to her room, see if she left it?"
[2011-03-08 16::38:59] Doink: "...Yea, alright." The girl turns towards the stairs. "I'll take you up there, I guess. Just don't touch anything, alright?"
[2011-03-08 16::43:52] Henri_DEllaine: "Don't worry, we're not going to ransack the place."
[2011-03-08 16::46:25] Doink: She leads you up to the third floor and down a side hallway, opening it with a key. She must be an RA or something. "Normally we have two to a room, but... a lot of people have left over the past few days."
[2011-03-08 16::47:11] Doink: Inside is a very sparse little room, much like your own. There's little there but a bed, a desk, a chest of drawers, and some bookshelves full of books.
[2011-03-08 16::47:32] Doink: Its /painfully/ tidy. The books seem to be in alphabetical order, even.
[2011-03-08 16::49:42] Henri_DEllaine: searches through the room. Notes, books of note, anything that might have a clue.
[2011-03-08 16::50:51] John_Kilanger: looks at the bookshelves, takeing notice of anything odd that sticks out.
[2011-03-08 16::57:24] Doink: The books are an even mix of science and philosophy and fiction. Although you notice a peculiar number of books on ocean biology, or novels involving oceanic voyages.
[2011-03-08 16::59:17] Doink: However, near the end of one shelf, you find a much older tome. There's a title printed on the spine, but you don't recognize the language it's in.
[2011-03-08 16::59:46] John_Kilanger: "Hey, Henri. I think I found it."
[2011-03-08 17::00:36] Henri_DEllaine: "Oh, yeah, thank god. I almost thought I wouldn't see it again." He pulls the book out, but tries not to focus on it.
[2011-03-08 17::01:20] John_Kilanger: "Thanks for letting us in here. Sorry to bother you."
[2011-03-08 17::02:09] Henri_DEllaine: "Yes, thank you... Hey, would you happen to have Rachel's address? I'd like to write to her and let her know I got my book back."
[2011-03-08 17::03:49] Doink: "Umm..." the girl thinks for a moment. "Her school e-mail is just her first initial and last name at the school's address. You'd have to check with the main office to get her home address."
[2011-03-08 17::05:06] John_Kilanger: "Then that's what we'll have to do. Thanks again."
[2011-03-08 17::06:10] Henri_DEllaine: nods and exits, trying to get enough distance between them and the girl to talk to John.
[2011-03-08 17::06:38] John_Kilanger: walks alongside Henri
[2011-03-08 17::07:40] Doink: "No problem..." She walks behind you back down the stairs after locking the door behind her.
[2011-03-08 17::08:08] Henri_DEllaine: He speaks in a hushed voice so the girl doesn't over hear. "I guess we're not going to be able to get into Nathan's room. Might have to talk to Ruru about that... What about this book?" He hands it over to John. "Any ideas? I don't even know what language it is.
[2011-03-08 17::09:04] John_Kilanger: "I don't recognize it either, should we ask Dmitriy?"
[2011-03-08 17::10:18] Henri_DEllaine: "Yeah, probably best to head straight to him with this."
[2011-03-08 17::23:21] Doink: [SESSION END]
[2011-03-08 17::24:58] » John_Kilanger left the chat room.
[2011-03-08 17::27:17] » Blast is now known as Mia_al-Misiri.

[2011-03-08 17::39:41] Doink: [DATE: MARCH 12th, 2016]
[2011-03-08 17::39:52] Doink: [LOCATION: WARD HALL, ARKHAM, MASS.]
[2011-03-08 17::40:11] Doink: After a long day of investigating, Henri D'Ellaine returns to his dorm...
[2011-03-08 17::41:25] Henri_DEllaine: is in his room. Dmitriy hasn't returned yet, so he has the book on his desk, trying to find some place to keep it safe in the meantime.
[2011-03-08 17::43:09] Doink: "You know, if you give it to him you'll probably never see it again," a familiar voice says from behind you.
[2011-03-08 17::43:49] Henri_DEllaine: "And, what am I going to do with a book I can't read? Better give it to someone I trust who can handle it..."
[2011-03-08 17::46:33] Doink: "I could read it for you, if you want." There's the sound of bedsprings squeaking as someone sits down. "I'm sure we could figure it out."
[2011-03-08 17::49:05] Henri_DEllaine: "Yes, words out of the mouth of the king of trickery. You still haven't done anything for me to remotely trust you... What is it, even? That's straightforward enough."
[2011-03-08 17::50:33] Doink: The bed creaks again as she swings herself back to her feet, walking around you and into your field of vision. It's who you think it is, obviously.
[2011-03-08 17::51:28] Doink: Jeanne peers down at the book. "Hmm... looks like a ledger of some kind? An old journal, perhaps? Definitely at least seventy years old, if not older."
[2011-03-08 17::52:13] Henri_DEllaine: "What does it say?" he gestures to the writing on the cover and spine.
[2011-03-08 17::56:17] Doink: "Lets see... oh my. It's in their tongue, is it? 'Prayers to the Deep Ones' would be the closest English translation, although it's really a more technical term than prayers... offerings, perhaps, would be better?"
[2011-03-08 17::57:06] Henri_DEllaine: "So, it's like a book of rituals? Spells?"
[2011-03-08 17::59:53] Doink: "Sort of. More a general record book, judging from the title. Of course we'd have to look inside to know for sure."
[2011-03-08 18::01:10] Henri_DEllaine: "And I'm sure there are better people to be looking at this than a pilot who can't read it and the herald of our enemy."
[2011-03-08 18::02:58] Mia_al-Misiri: pushes the door open.
[2011-03-08 18::03:04] Mia_al-Misiri: "Henriii..."
[2011-03-08 18::03:47] Henri_DEllaine: whips his head over, standing up and pushing the book into the corner of his desk. He shoots a glance at Jeanne. "Mia, whats wrong?"
[2011-03-08 18::03:47] Doink: Mia enters to the sight of Henri and familiar young woman in a yellow dress standing over his desk.
[2011-03-08 18::04:10] Mia_al-Misiri: is wearing lion-themed pyjamas. She is rubbing her eyes with her right wrist, and with her other hand, clutching some kind of robot, not paying much attention.
[2011-03-08 18::04:15] Mia_al-Misiri: "I had a bad dream..."
[2011-03-08 18::04:36] Doink: Jeanne jumps a little, whipping her head around to look.
[2011-03-08 18::04:46] Mia_al-Misiri: is visibly groggy. After a few moment she notices the woman, staring for a moment.
[2011-03-08 18::04:50] Mia_al-Misiri: "Hello Jeanne..."
[2011-03-08 18::04:59] Henri_DEllaine: "You... can see her."
[2011-03-08 18::05:45] Mia_al-Misiri: assumes Henri is talking to Jeanne
[2011-03-08 18::06:26] Doink: Jeanne turns, swearing softly under her breath.
[2011-03-08 18::06:51] Henri_DEllaine: makes sure he has eye contact with Mia. "You can see her?"
[2011-03-08 18::07:14] Doink: She drops into a short but formal curtsey, now smiling again. "Hello, Miss. Al-Misiri. Pardon my intrusion."
[2011-03-08 18::07:55] Mia_al-Misiri: blinks very slowly at Henri.
[2011-03-08 18::07:59] Mia_al-Misiri: "What?"
[2011-03-08 18::09:43] Henri_DEllaine: "Jeanne. You can see Jeanne." Henri runs a hand through his hair, letting out a frustrated sigh before looking at Jeanne. "Well, at least I know you're not omnipotent yet."
[2011-03-08 18::10:20] Mia_al-Misiri: "Yes she's there."
[2011-03-08 18::10:38] Mia_al-Misiri: looks to her slowly, hair in a mess, and waves with her free hand.
[2011-03-08 18::11:02] Doink: straightens back up. "A miscalculation on my part."
[2011-03-08 18::11:06] Doink: *Jeanne
[2011-03-08 18::11:50] Mia_al-Misiri: thinks for a moment then looks back at Henri.
[2011-03-08 18::11:57] Mia_al-Misiri: "Why is Jeanne here? I thought she did a thing."
[2011-03-08 18::12:34] Henri_DEllaine: "She's been hopping in every now and then to taunt me."
[2011-03-08 18::12:46] Mia_al-Misiri: "Oh."
[2011-03-08 18::12:54] Mia_al-Misiri: smiles at Jeanne.
[2011-03-08 18::13:04] Mia_al-Misiri: "How are you Jeanne."
[2011-03-08 18::13:17] Mia_al-Misiri: isn't very good at this
[2011-03-08 18::14:47] Doink: "I'm doing well, thank you," she answers Mia, her tone extremely formal.
[2011-03-08 18::15:38] Doink: She turns her head to face Henri. "I'm not taunting you. Well, maybe teasing. But no more than that."
[2011-03-08 18::18:01] Henri_DEllaine: "Teasing, great. At least you aren't trying to kill us. So, why can she see you? I'd figure your whole... thing would be able to hide from whoever you wanted."
[2011-03-08 18::18:46] Mia_al-Misiri: goes over to Henri and tugs on him
[2011-03-08 18::18:52] Mia_al-Misiri: "Can I use your bed please."
[2011-03-08 18::19:43] Henri_DEllaine: brings his attention back to Mia. "What happened, anyways? What's got you up?"
[2011-03-08 18::20:43] Doink: "I have no problem hiding from human—" She stifles a snort at Mia's question.
[2011-03-08 18::21:01] Mia_al-Misiri: "I had a dream about the big green man."
[2011-03-08 18::22:10] Henri_DEllaine: puts a hand on her shoulder. "That's all taken care of, remember? And I'm sure Dmitriy's ensuring nothing like that will happen again."
[2011-03-08 18::22:26] Mia_al-Misiri: "I know..."
[2011-03-08 18::22:45] Mia_al-Misiri: rubs her eyes again.
[2011-03-08 18::22:54] Mia_al-Misiri: "I feel funny though."
[2011-03-08 18::24:41] Henri_DEllaine: "Like how?"
[2011-03-08 18::24:46] Doink: "And yet she is..." Jeanne shakes her head, smiling. "The world really is a strange place."
[2011-03-08 18::25:25] Mia_al-Misiri: "I don't know! And my head hurts."
[2011-03-08 18::25:41] Mia_al-Misiri: pouts, oozing sad in all directions
[2011-03-08 18::25:46] Mia_al-Misiri: SO SAD
[2011-03-08 18::27:52] Henri_DEllaine: gives Mia a quick hug. "The other day was really rough, it makes sense."
[2011-03-08 18::28:31] Doink: Jeanne is barely containing her laughter at this point.
[2011-03-08 18::28:46] Henri_DEllaine: "What are you giggling over?"
[2011-03-08 18::32:57] Doink: "N-nothing," she replies, trying to calm herself. "Just... wow. Of all the things I've seen, this has to be the weirdest."
[2011-03-08 18::33:09] Doink: "No offense meant, of course," she says to Mia.
[2011-03-08 18::33:31] Mia_al-Misiri: looks at her, still frowning, but not upset with her.
[2011-03-08 18::33:38] Mia_al-Misiri: "I don't know what you mean."
[2011-03-08 18::36:10] Doink: "I know. And that makes it even more—excuse me." She clears her throat, becoming slightly more serious.
[2011-03-08 18::36:44] Mia_al-Misiri: stops being quite so sad.
[2011-03-08 18::36:51] Mia_al-Misiri: "You can tell me?"
[2011-03-08 18::37:26] Henri_DEllaine: faces Jeanne, crossing his arms. Couldn't hurt to find out after all.
[2011-03-08 18::41:44] Doink: Jeanne hesitates. "...No, actually," she says after a moment, frowning. "I can't."
[2011-03-08 18::42:55] Mia_al-Misiri: doesn't miss a beat.
[2011-03-08 18::42:57] Mia_al-Misiri: "Why?"
[2011-03-08 18::47:46] Doink: "...I really can't tell you that either," she replies. "It's quite the complicated situation, really."
[2011-03-08 18::48:17] Mia_al-Misiri: "Oh. What is the situation then?"
[2011-03-08 18::48:37] Henri_DEllaine: "He won't let you, will he?"
[2011-03-08 18::51:25] Doink: "Oh, I think Hastur would if he could. He's not quite the bad guy you make him out to be, you know."
[2011-03-08 18::51:47] Doink: "No, its more complex even than that. And I've already probably said too much."
[2011-03-08 18::52:10] Mia_al-Misiri: pouts again, slumping a little.
[2011-03-08 18::52:12] Mia_al-Misiri: "Please?"
[2011-03-08 18::53:44] Doink: Jeanne smiles again. "I'm sure you know enough already to start to get it. A being like you... or rather, like you are becoming... well, soon enough you will find out for yourself."
[2011-03-08 18::54:12] Doink: "Hastur is very much looking forward to seeing what you become, I will say that much. Even I'm starting to get curious."
[2011-03-08 18::54:34] Mia_al-Misiri: "...I don't know what you mean."
[2011-03-08 18::55:57] Henri_DEllaine: stands there confused... "I seem to be on the wrong page, here."
[2011-03-08 18::56:06] Doink: "And if you did, I would probably be dead alright. Good night, Mia. And you too, Henri. I'll be back to check on you another time."
[2011-03-08 18::56:10] Doink: *already
[2011-03-08 18::56:23] Mia_al-Misiri: slumps again.
[2011-03-08 18::56:28] Mia_al-Misiri: "Bye..."
[2011-03-08 18::56:31] Doink: Jeanne steps back away from the desk and curtseys
[2011-03-08 18::56:35] Doink: Then she's not there anymore.
[2011-03-08 18::57:02] Mia_al-Misiri: silently looks up at Henri, confused.
[2011-03-08 18::57:53] Henri_DEllaine: scratches the back of his head. "Maybe... maybe we can trust her..."
[2011-03-08 18::58:22] Mia_al-Misiri: "Can I use your bed please."
[2011-03-08 18::59:10] Henri_DEllaine: "... yeah. Yeah, it should be fine. I'll just sleep on the floor or something."
[2011-03-08 19::00:08] Mia_al-Misiri: stares for a second, then shuffles over to it.
[2011-03-08 19::01:44] Doink: [SESSION END]