William Archer

[kabukiman]

-Well, yes I can. You must go to entrance hall, go to the stairs to the cave, and follow to the rigth. At the end of the corridor, the curator should be there in the office room.

[Wayno]

"Thank you"!

Frank then followed the directions the guard gave him, he approached the door to the office, and knocked on the door!

[kabukiman]

-Yes?- answers a voice

[Wayno]

Upon opening the door, William sees the curator sat behind an exquisite mohogany desk.

"Good afternoon sir, My name is william archer, i was hoping i could ask you a few questions about some jewelery you have on show here at the museum"?

Frank closes the door behind him, almost expecting the curator to accept his request.

[kabukiman]

The office is small. You see a painting with some greco-romans ruins behind the desk; a couple of books, no artefacts, and lot's of papers in the desk, this seems more the office of a clerk. The curator is a men in his 50', bald, with glasses.

-What jewels? Our collections are not for sale.

[Wayno]

"haha", laughs william.

"Of course not, Im just looking for information on where you aquired such jewellary"?

William then refers to the American Folk art Exhibition, and the jewellary, with the Aquatic motif.

William Trys his best to obtain information on the subject.

He also takes a seat

[kabukiman]

-That collection? Well, actually they came from Innsmouth. A strange collection, seem they were from some island in the pacific and were brought by sailors, but for some reason they mistakenly catalogued as american folk. Since we are low in personel, it was never changed.

[Wayno]

"So they were taken from this island somewhere in the pacific"; "Do you happen to know the name of this island sir?", " or perhaps the sailors who found such treasure?"

Frank sits and tries to read the museum curator, wondering if he was telling the truth, trying to get a rough idea of his personality, after all william was a very talanted phycologist, he just never really put it to practice!

[kabukiman]

-The name of the sailor or the Island? I doubt that we have that information, and I don't have the time to do that research. It would be very time consuming and I'm very busy.
You don't understand if he is telling the true, but the answer is plausible.

[Wayno]

William thanks the curator for his time, and leaves his office.

After one last look at the jewellary, Frank decides hes going to visit this town of innsmouth.

Frank wonders what would be the best source of transport to get to innsmouth, Then sets off.

[kabukiman]

There is a bus once a day to Insmmouth.

[Wayno]

Williams plan Was to catch the next bus to innsmouth, If the bus is not due that same day , william might pop back to the library.

If he was to get there tonight, his first task would be to find a place to lay his head.

[kabukiman]

It's too late to go to the library; the bus is only next day, at 13h00.

[Wayno]

Wiliam decides to go home and get a good nights sleep.

whilst home William puts all his equipment tidy so he could be straight out in the morning,
He loved the night before a big journey, William pours himself a drink and thinks about whats to come, before falling asleep in his chair, a few hours later.

[kabukiman]

You have a good sleeping night. You awake at the morning, and ready yourself.

[Wayno]

William then sets off for his busstop, and then the town of innsmouth.

[kabukiman]

The bus arrive. It's an old bus. The driver is a man in his 30's. He have the strangest look you have ever seen: big bulge eyes, stoop-shoulderer, a flat nose, very small ears, a forehead receding, teeths that remembers those of sharks, huge hands, a skin of grey colour, a strong smell of fish, dressed with oversized cloths.


OOC: Make a san roll. If you fail, lose 1 sanity point.

[Wayno]

William steps onto the bus, the stench hits him immediatly.

Frank turns to the driver, shocked at what or who he sees, and stumbles backwards,nearly falling off the bus

[kabukiman]

The man look at you and then says with a strange voice:
-Innsmouth?

[Wayno]

William was a little nervous about getting on this bus. "Yes, Thanks", says William as he pays the driver, Trying not to breath in the pungent odour of fish.

How weird was the driver he thought as he headed towards the rear of the bus.

Frank takes a seat at the back of the bus, opens one of the windows, and trys to get as much air as possible.

"I hope this isn`t going to be a long journey", William mutters under his breath.