Play@YSDC

Location: The Haunted House, 121 Norman St.
Date: March 24, 1921, 11:00 AM

Each of you show up about 11 am. The house looks very much like it has in the past. The cigar & magazine vendor, Joe, is on the street again hocking his wares. With the exception of Joe, no one else is around and no cars are around. Joe smiles at you as you pull up to the house.

Scott, showing the eagerness of the new guy, pulls his motorcycle to a halt and pushes his goggles onto his forehead, peering up and down the road.

Scott thinking:   No one here yet but that's fine I can wait.

Inside his jacket the comforting shape of the war souvenir .45 gives him confidence, but he can't help remembering that the reporter guy who got stabbed had also been carrying and it hadn't helped him one bit. He shudders slightly and not from the cold.

Scott thinking:   Maybe I should hightail it now before the others get here? But then this whole ghost thing is kind of fascinating.

Richard arrives at the house with his satchel over his shoulder with all of the tools that he requested from Ms Patton.
He see's Scott standing by his motorcycle and walks over to him and says "Morning Scott, glad to see that you decided to stay with our marry band" and Richard reaches out to shake his hand.

With a sheepish grin, fears dismissed, Scott pulls the glove from his right hand and reaches out to shake Richard's hand. Turning he unstraps a satchel from the back seat of the bike. Military khaki marked with a red cross it bears the marks of age, use, and battle scars. He holds it up for Richards inspection, "Just a few bits and pieces that I hope we don't need but feel happier having, if you get my meaning?"

Again he peers up and down the road, "So I guess we wait. How do you want to play this?"

He partialy opens his battered leather coat, which was also a souvenir of the war in Europe and had once been part of a German fliers uniform, reavealing the butt of the black pistol nestled in a shoulder holster beneath his left arm to pull his tweed cap, neatly rolled, from within. With another grin after running his fingers through his thick wind swept hair, he pulled it on, "Right, I'm ready"

Michael is next to arrive, already frowning. It was hard to get excited about another visit to the hell house. But there was something evil in that house, and the former cop couldn't walk away. Especially not after what happened to Warren.

Seeing Richard and the new guy, Michael offers them both a nod and a grunt in greeting, but does not shake their hands. He's too distracted to worry about pleasantries at the moment.Crossing his arms, he stares off in the direction of the house.

I'm going to beat you, you son of a bitch.

Harrison arrives too. He grunts a hello at those present and then looks at the house as he lights a cigarette.


"You guys ready to go in again?"

Richard states to everyone "Well as far a a plan goes I say we remove the boards from the outside of the house that are over the basement windows, we need to get some light in there"

Charles arrives in time to hear Richard's comment. "Even if it doesn't kill whatever's in there, should make it easier to dodge whatever sharp things come flying in our direction this time. By the way - has anyone given any thought as to how we climb down into the basement, given that the stairs are largely, well, not there?"

Richard reply's to Charles "Good point, I brought plenty of rope but maybe we should get a ladder or something to lay down above the stairs that reaches from the top to the bottom of the stairs that way we dont have to rely on the stairs at all."

"Ok, I suggest we start removing the boards. The others can join when they get here."

Harrison looks around the street to see if the others are on their way.


"I'm going to buy some smokes first."


He goes over to Joe's.

Scott is glad that the others have arrived it makes him feel a little safer given the stories he's been hearing. For a second he gazes at the taciturn, serious looking Michael there is something in the way he is staring at the house that reminds him of the look soldiers in France had got just before the whistles blew. He would have to take care around him.

"Did anyone bring a crowbar or something to prise the boards off?"

Harrison walks across the street and down a bit to the vendor. Joe smiles at him, "you're back messing with that house again. Nothing goods going to come of it. Burn it down I say." Then he seems to remember something, "what can I get you."
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You are still waiting on Jordie and Sonny to show up, but you start on the boarded up windows.

ooc,everyone make an idea roll for me.

Richard pulls the hammer and crowbar out of his satchel and says "I have that covered" and offers the hammer to someone as he digs out a spike to to offer the person who takes the hammer to assist in removing boards.

Scott's idea roll,75% 1d100 → [16] = (16) http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4379652/

"I'll take that" says Scott, gesturing at the hammer.

You notice while there are boarded up windows into the basement where you were at, there are windows into what should be the basement beyond what the room you were in.

As you rip the boards off towards the back of the house, you see the windows are also painted black.
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As you rip the boards off closer to the front of the house, where there should be no basement, they are also painted black.

"Well, someone's definitely interested in keeping the light out," muses Charles. "We could smash the windows - but that might attract more attention than we might like."