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*rises from the mists of morpheus*

I'm a little rusty on the system but I wouldn't mind joining in if the offer is still open?

Guys, In case my recent absence hasn't been indication enough, life has deigned to deal me a set of circumstances that has greatly reduced my free time and has made keeping up with online play all but impossible. Hopefully things will clear up soon and I can rejoin you at some point but for now I ha...

May be interested. Though it wouldn't be until after the holidays as I'm leaving for an extended vacation in two days.

Scott looks up from his stupor, eyes still carrying the fog from a poor night's sleep.

"Yes, she did give us a map. Who did she give it to?"

Bridget gasps as the temporal world comes flooding back to her. She watches with a sense of disconnect as the geisha floats momentarily above her, her legs feeling leaden and distant. Then, as the phantasm lunges towards her once more, she makes another frantic attempt to scramble out of the way. D...

My apologies for my disappearance. Ended up being unexpectedly out of town. SAN ROLL - 48% - [dice]0[/dice] FAIL Scott lets loose a strangled cry as the nightmarish vision wrenches him from slumber. He sits motionless beyond a shallow gasping and turns his gaze towards the room's sole window. Unabl...

OOC:   Apologies for the delay in posting. Was unexpectedly out of town for the weekend.

As the incorporeal horror lunges in it's unsettling jerking motion towards Bridget, the startled reporter does her best of dart out of the way.

Bridget alternates her attention between the specter above them and the Professor from her spot just to his left.

Saaaay...this Monroe fella looks familiar. Haven't I seen him in a wayside diner somewhere on a dark and stormy night?

Scott pats the taut girth of his full stomach and listens with interest to what their hostess has the say.

"I wonder why the governor would commute his sentence?" he wonders aloud.

SAN ROLL - 41% - [dice]0[/dice] Success -1 Sanity Point Bridget recoils from the terrifying apparition, but her already shaken mental state lessens the blow from shock. She sprints to the Professors side and grasps him by the shoulder. "Keep reading!" she cries, "Don't stop!"

If you feel like rolling me up a character I'll join in the mayhem!

"Y-yes!" Bridget blurts out, finding her voice at last. "It said it needs to be read at each pillar! To deal with the...what did you call it Professor ? The...entity!" She points an accustatory finger at the demonic doll. "That THING looks like an entity to me!"

Scott nods sheepishly and wolfs down another bite of his meal.

Luther opens his mouth to reply when he catches sight of the fearful faces residing behind Erasmus . "Spending a night in the woods alone in such terrible weather seldom yields good fortune." he replies gravely before changing the subject. " Dr. Webb is not here. My colleagues and I ...

Bridget peers at the samurai from behind Francis. What madness!

Scott takes a seat and observes their hostess closely.

"And the paintings these...migrant artists toil over?" he interjects. "What becomes of them? Do they take them with them when they're finished?"

Luther trails his compatriot back to the diner and follows him inside, shaking the rain from his drenched clothing as best he's able. As he runs his hand through his sodden hair he takes in the newest arrival inquisitively. "It would appear as though Mr. Burns has fled into the woods." he...

Scott offers a curt nod.

"It does seem odd I suppose." he glances over his shoulder furtively. "But then, a lot of things seem odd about this place. I'm just having trouble seeing how this repeating pattern is going to help us locate you-know-who."