Date: March 20, 1921 7:30 PM
About the time you didn't think this mysterious doctor would ever show, an old man with a walking stick comes in through the folding door smoking a cigar.
"Hello, I am Dr. Karl Chambers and welcome to MAPS, or Massachusetts Area Paranormal Society. I want to thank each of you for accepting my invitation tonight." He stops to take a deep draw off his cigar and lets the smoke out as he looks at each of you one at a time up close. His vigor and strength talking seem to defy the age in his face, and his hands seem even older.
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Dr. Chambers continues, "Some of you maybe skeptics and think paranormal activity does not exist, or, how did you say it Harrison, Applesauce. Quite amusing that little anecdote. That is a good thing. I've been running Maps for several decades and the overwhelming majority of reports that get filtered to me, are little more than, applesauce." He smiles as he stops to pour himself a glass of whiskey and takes a sip.
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"Oh, but for that small percentage, you will need all the wits you can get, all the luck you can steal, and a touch of this to help." tapping his glass. "But don't take my word for it. If anything you find is a fake, prove it. Don't take anything on faith."
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The good doctor looks around the room at the pictures hanging on the walls. "We haven't used this room in over a decade. I thought we had driven it back, back to where it wouldn't bother us again for centuries, and here we are again. Can't you feel it? Hell just walk outside. For the first time in history its going to be over 80 degrees in Boston in March. It's like a curse has been laid on this city. I tried to deny it, but I can't any longer. I've put this off for a year, no more. This city needs you."
With this he goes to a small cabinet and pulls out 5 flasks. He hands one to each of you. On one side is the letters M.A.P.S. and on the other is your name engraved. Each is filled with your liquor of choice (not what you normally drink, but what you drink when you can pick anything.) If you don't drink alcohol its filled with spiced rum.
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"Hold onto these, if you are really in trouble, and need help on the job, these can be used as a calling card to the higher authorities around town, but only in emergencies." He finishes his drink and takes the last puff on his cigar before putting it out.
"Now, let me tell you why I've called you here. Late last night a Mister Martin Bishop contacted me about his house. He claims it is haunted and my preliminary investigation has indicated there may be some validity to his claim. I've asked him to join us here tonight and he should be arriving any minute. For those interested the job does pay, and not bad. Maps will help by setting up a small fund for equipment needed. Just contact Ms.Patton on what you need and why. I'll be out of town this week lecturing up at Miskatonic University, north of here in Essex. Ms.Patton can reach me in the event of an emergency. You will have full control of your own investigation. Good luck." He stops and finally takes a seat in one of the larger leather chairs. "Now if you have any questions for me, I'll be glad to answer them as best I can."
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