Play@YSDC

Sorry! This week's been crazy. Prepping for Saturday's The Green Ape, yesterday's Ride to Work, yadda yadda.
Grant's a very confused man right now.

Grant locks the door behind Smith and stands with his back to the door as he recovers his composure. He takes a deep breath, and says “ I can’t remember their name! They must have been in the shop yesterday, but he went abroad, and now their name has gone from my head! Who was here yesterday? Run th...

Taavi wrote:Do people like the game blurb? or is it too silly?

I like it, it conveys Grant's problems very well.

Taavi wrote:The role of Luke, booklegger and topic of a curious amnesia, will now be played by Cearlan who has kindly stepped into the breach.

Welcome! I hope you enjoy the game, and that chitinous noise isn't serious.

Welcome! I hope you enjoy the game.

Abruptly closing the daybook, Grant puts it down on the table along with his tea. The cup rattles on the saucer, betraying his agitation. “ The von Domenstein, eh? I’d only skimmed it, but I don’t remember anything about horses in it. It was a beautiful volume, though, so it was kept in the display ...

Sipping his tea, Grant says "Yes, here it is. Now who's handwriting is that?"

OOC,[url=http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3712958/]Sense Trouble test 1-point spend (1d6+1=3)[/url]

Walking toward the back room to put the kettle on, Grant calls back over his shoulder. "Henry Rickmansworth! I banked his cheque for a pretty sum just yesterday. Come in and we'll check the daybook to see what he bought."

Grant opens the door wide and beckons Smith inside.
"Yes, yes, do come in before it gets any chillier, Mister Smith. I'll put the kettle on for myself at least, and Captain Penhalligon can handle the drams."

OOC,I don't think I've got anything appropriate for a point spend.

All right, Mr. De Mille, I'm ready for my close-up.

" You haven't given me much to go on, Mister Smith. The only books I can think of that mention horses are all military histories about the cavalry. Can you tell me the name of this cove, or the name of the book? I can check the daybook. " Turning to Captain Penhalligon, Grant tries to expl...

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Grant’s eyes go wide at the mention of £50,000 and the perfidy of a customer fixing a horse race and then pointing the finger at him. Mrs Grant will not be pleased to hear this. “ Now, Mr Smith, let’s not get too excited. Ah! Here’s Captain Penhalligon back again. Perhaps he can help with Mr Sabini’...

Grant relaxes a little. Mr Smith seems less threatening now. “ No, Mr Smith, I’m not running a book. I don’t bet on the horses, or anything else. Mrs Grant would be very unhappy with me if I did that. I didn’t hex Mr Sabini’s horses either. Some of my customers have an interest in such things, but I...

“Well, Mr Smif, I don’t know Mr Sabini from Adam, though I’m sorry he’s unhappy about his horses. I haven’t been near a horse in years, there’s not much call for them in a bookshop. So it wasn’t me mucking with them, and I don’t know why Mr Sabini thinks it was. How very odd.”

Grant unlocks the door. “Good evening, Sir. We’re closed for business, what with the Sunday trading laws and all. I am Mr Grant, the proprietor, and you would be?”

Startled from his reverie, Grant stares at the door for a moment. “I hope that’s not another weird thing like poor Wellington.” Grant selects his heavy umbrella, the present from Spinks, and hangs it on his left wrist ready for use while he walks to the door and peers out.

Left to his own devices, Grant makes sure the doors are locked again, and takes the Wooden Book away and conceals it in one of the many hiding places in the shop, redistributing the material already there to other places. Then he tidies the shop, folding Willoughby’s clothes and putting them with Ma...

“Well, Reverend Poole, I can certainly conceal it in the shop instead of putting it back in Major Filby’s box. Did you have another location in mind?”

“Goodbye, Penhalligon.”

Grant hangs up the telephone and rejoins the others in the shop, pencil still behind his ear.

“That was Captain Penhalligon. He told me …”

OOC,i'm not rewriting all that a third time. :) If this was a TV show, there'd be a cut here.