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The grim looking soldier turns to the older woman, "thanks. I'm feeling a little out of my depth here, everyone here seems to know a lot more than me. The little looks between them, the eyebrows raised at certain turns of phrase. To be honest I'll be happier once I'm out in the field."

Valentine looks up at Soames , he doesn't know much about her apart from she was at the briefing earlier. " I think we'll need all the help we can get ma'am. To be honest I feel like I'm flying blind on this mission. These chaps seem like a formidable team though? " He hands her the files...

The board tends to flux between lots of posting to none at all seemingly at random - I suppose its when RL takes over (but secretly like to think that its old Nyarly controlling our actions). This game will be flying again soon enough

Cheers, Hal

Hopefully that curse is lifted now [touches wood]

Cheers, Hal

Rifling through the drawers she doesn't find anything particularly interesting or incriminating, just the usual one would expect to find in a professors drawer: Stationary, papers, mint humbugs, a folded copy of the Times with the crossword part completed. Amanda sighs heavily, frustrated about her ...

Grimes washes down the last of his meal with the strong, stewed tea, slapping the mug down with a satisfied grunt. " Right then, I suppose we should head to the British Museum before we catch that train. Are we all ready? Excellent, we'll take my car it will be quicker! " The party stand ...

Back now, will be posting every day (if necessary)

Cheers, Hal

Hale begins to cast an expert eye across the files, ideally looking for soldiers with experience of amphibious landings and experience of beach fighting. He looks for any soldiers with combat experience against the creatures that he heard mention of in the earlier briefing. Occasionally he asks que...

Whenever you're ready chief - I'm back and posting regular again now

Slipping inside, Amanda finds herself in a musty smelling office. Dust motes whirl in the air catching the thin morning sunlight slanting in through a window half covered in stacks of papers and piles of books. There doesn't seem to be many available spaces left to stack things on, no wonder the pro...

Sam smiles at his friend, " actually I think we're just waiting on an acquaintance of mine, " he taps the side of his nose, " might have the inside track on what's gone missing from the library in Oxford. We're just going to have a spot of breakfast in 'arry's Cafe over there! Join u...

He puffs his way down the corridor to the left calling out "Eileen, Eileen? Are you in yet, bother it! I can't find those damn assessment papers! Eileen?" he leaves the door open...

The market's trade steadily increases as the trio of investigators talk about there foray to the library. As they reach a decision and move to hail a cab a familiar dark sedan pulls up at the curb and Detective Grimes waves briefly to attract their attention...

The car journey is short and as he pulls up on the Portabello Road he quickly spots the trio of investigators he has seconded, including his friend Sam, waiting for a taxi.

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Amanda estimates that around ten minutes elapses before her hand is forced. The sounds in the office seem to reach a crescendo of vexation and with a final slam of a filing cabinet drawer the door to the office is pulled open. It almost startles the young student...Almost, she is quick to turn asid...

Glancing at her watch Amanda notes the time is a quarter to eight in the morning and there is no-one in sight as yet, she has only seen sporadic people thus far and here in the in the Literature faculty it was practically deserted.

Mine are 2, 5 and 8 so that's way off for me yet!

Cheers, Hal

" Nothing listed for Jarman , just a small hotel in the city. Thanks sir, I'll be seeing you later, things to do! " he winks and scribbles down the address for Grimes and hands it over. Grimes reaches for the phone and after a moment with the university switchboard connects to the Professo...