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Posted: **Wed Nov 20, 2013 12:47 am**

The covered flatbed truck trundles along the unpaved road, seeking and finding every rut on the way or so it seems. The sky is darkening around them. An unexploded bomb in the middle of one road had caused them to divert quite a distance and a military convoy had further slowed them down and thus ensured their arrival would be nearly two hours late. The canvas covering flaps around the two sitting on the benches in the back, causing quite a noise and letting in the chill air which seeps through their clothing and gets into their bones. They can see only the trees and shrubbery that line the dirt road behind them and have no idea how close or far away they may be.

Herman Kluge, who sits in the passenger seat, finds himself uncomfortable as the quite hard chair is bolted down with no springs within it and thus every bump and grind is transmitted directly through his body. He, at least, can see the majestic sweep of the massive building that stands behind the cast iron fence with its broad gate. There's a boom that currently lays before the gate, besides which stands a comfortable sentry box with glass windows and no sentry inside.

With a grinding of gears, the truck slows to a stop and the driver turns to Herman. "There you are," he says in passable German.

Posted: **Wed Nov 20, 2013 6:17 am**

Erich Landau, seated in the back of the truck, rises and gathers his things: an old, battered suitcase and a black metal toolbox. While they may have tools at the hospital, he prefers to use his own. He knows that his tools are of high quality, and he is used to using them. Still standing in the back of the truck, he uses his higher vantage point to survey his surroundings. He always likes to stay alert; it's one reason he isn't dead yet. You never knew when the Resistance might spring an ambush, and the absence of a sentry is troubling.

Posted: **Mon Nov 25, 2013 5:06 pm**

Herman nods shortly to the driver. He grabs his kit bag and rifle and swings out of the truck. He looks at the empty sentry box, "Security? What security? Useless idiots." He mutters under his breath. He looks around for a guard and walks over to lift the boom.

Posted: **Wed Dec 04, 2013 1:04 am**

"No need to lift that up," says the driver. "Here's where I stop. Funny about the sentry being absent but I s'pose that's what they need more like you for." He reaches out through the open window and thumps on his door. "C'mon then, out you get. Not far to the manor doors now."

There's no sign of any sentries anywhere about. The gate and fence are bristling with curls of barbed wire and the sentry box beside the gate seems to a relatively well-used office judging by the coffee cup, calendar and postboard full of reminders, exhortations and other details.

Posted: **Wed Dec 04, 2013 4:26 am**

"Thank you for the lift," says Erich to the driver. He climbs down from the truck and approaches the gate, carrying his suitcase and toolbox.

Posted: **Thu Dec 05, 2013 2:01 pm**

Herman drops his kit bag and steps into the sentry box. He sniffs the coffee cup, looks at the entries on the calendar and noses through the notes on the post board. He's very confused that there's no sentry and wants to get the low down on what's been happening before he takes up his new post.

Posted: **Fri Dec 06, 2013 12:00 am**

The coffee cup is cold though there's no mould on the sludge at the bottom at the very least. Considering the cool air, that means they could have left this sentry box anywhere from an hour ago to a day ago. There's no sign of spent shells or anything else like that. The calendar entries are pretty plain and likely contain coded references to deliveries and other planned entries and exists. There's one listed for 2 hours ago that probably indicates them: 1 x Rifle, 2 x Shovels. The notes all discuss various basic security procedures, protocol changes and public information on Nazi Germany and Adolf Hitler. Nothing too secret. The sort of thing one would expect on any such semi-civilian noticeboard.

Posted: **Sat Dec 07, 2013 6:42 pm**

Erich follows Herman to the sentry box and looks inside. "You'd think they'd have better security in this place," he says. "Anyone could just walk right in. They need you more than they know."

Posted: **Mon Dec 09, 2013 11:58 am**

Herman, embarrassed to be caught nosing about by a superior office, drops the coffee cup he has been sniffing and stands to attention. He flashes a salute, "Yes Sir!"

Posted: **Tue Dec 10, 2013 1:52 am**

Posted: **Tue Dec 10, 2013 2:33 pm**

Herman casts an eye at the man who follows him into the box, "You're not wrong. Looks like I'll have my work cut out." He puts down the cup he's been sniffing and turns to go back out. "What're you here for?" Looking at the man's clothing for clues.

Posted: **Tue Dec 10, 2013 10:29 pm**

Jean (The old gardner) attends the garden of the place and is unable to see the newcomers. He is too far to notice them.

Posted: **Wed Dec 11, 2013 6:12 am**

Erich is dressed in fairly standard work clothes, carrying an old battered suitcase and a toolbox in much better condition. "I'm the new janitor," he says, setting his suitcase down briefly and extending his right hand for a shake. "Erich Landau is the name. I'm past fighting age, so at least this way I can free up a younger man."

Posted: **Thu Dec 12, 2013 6:50 pm**

Herman smiles and shakes the proffered hand. "Wotcha, Herman Kluge. Guess we'd better see what this place has in store for us. You know who the boss is? I 'aint got a clue." He steps back outside to the gate, trying to smarten his uniform. He takes off his hat, spits in his hand and uses it to flatten his hair. Then, picking up his kit bag and rifle, he grins at Erich, "let's go!"

Posted: **Fri Dec 13, 2013 6:53 am**

Erich smiles back. "They didn't tell me anything," he says, picking up his suitcase and following him.

Posted: **Mon Dec 16, 2013 2:07 am**

The truck rumbles off without them without a backward glance. The gate itself is firmly locked, chained, and padlocked for extra security. There's a personnel gate to one side that's unlocked and somewhat ajar at least. The grounds are relatively immense with two military-style trucks parked outside the double doors to the colonaded entrance that can be seen at a distance. There's no lights on view but there wouldn't be. Black out regulations are generally a wise idea, especially with such a semi-clandestine facility. A gardener can be seen finishing up his work on one of the more western beds, further on from where the gravel drive wraps around a fountain in the center of the yard. The scrape, scrape of his hoe is one of the few sounds. Everything seems a little quiet. A little off.

OOC: I'm assuming you two are standing just by the personnel gate. Let me know where you go. Please always try to be very direct with your movements and I'll aim for precision as well. Always feel free to ask questions about the surrounds and people you see.

Posted: **Mon Dec 16, 2013 4:45 am**

"That gardener works here," says Erich. "Perhaps we should ask him if he knows where we should report and what is going on around here."

Posted: **Mon Dec 16, 2013 9:59 am**

"'s as good an idea as any. This place is dead." Herman shrugs and leads the way through the small gate, walking across the grounds to the gardener. He looks around and up at the looming building; and noses in the fountain as he strolls past. "Looks like you'll have your work cut out keeping this place clean." He says to Erich.

Posted: **Mon Dec 16, 2013 8:57 pm**

Jean turns his look to the newcomers and rest the shovel to the side. He raise his hand to greet them from afar.

Posted: **Tue Dec 17, 2013 6:12 am**

Erich waves back to the gardener as they approach. "Yeah, and we haven't even seen the inside yet," he replies to Herman.

Posted: **Tue Dec 17, 2013 10:04 am**

The gardener sees two men approaching. One is a young soldier but from his casual walk it doesn't look like he's ever been on a parade ground, his scruffy uniform carries a two chevrons and a pip making him a stabsgefreiter. The soldier comes to a stop and grins at him. "Hello, I'm Herman Kluge; your new security forces." He tries to puff up his chest, coughs and gives up. He shrugs and smiles, "Guess that's why I'm out here. Pleased to meet you."

Posted: **Wed Dec 18, 2013 6:17 am**

"And I'm Erich Landau, the new janitor," says Erich. "Do you know where we're supposed to report? Nobody was here to meet us, and the guard post at the gate was deserted."

Posted: **Thu Dec 19, 2013 7:33 am**

Hello
Jean says with a french accent
My name is Jean Michel Lorain, I'm the gardener of the place. The sentries are probably inside if you have not seen them at the gate. Come, let me escort you to the entrance as I wish to prepare some hot tea for my old bones. Where did you come from ?

Posted: **Thu Dec 19, 2013 10:28 am**

"Where haven't I come from - bin bounced from one post to the next the whole war." Herman scratches his armpit as he follows the old gardener. "You bin here a long time? I guess you get to grow some prize vegetables hidden away in this vast garden." He says innocently.

Posted: **Fri Dec 20, 2013 5:57 am**

"Nice to meet you, Monsieur Lorain," says Erich, following along. "I'm from Frankfurt. The gardens look good. Growing vegetables is an excellent way to supplement one's ration."

Posted: **Fri Dec 20, 2013 2:21 pm**

Jean just nods, he is not ready to open yet before the two Germans as he leads them to the main entrance.

Posted: **Sat Dec 28, 2013 1:35 pm**

The double doors to the main entrance are locked. They don't budge under Jean's insistent tugging. They never lock the front doors.... And there's nearly always a sentry standing here.

Posted: **Sat Dec 28, 2013 8:27 pm**

"Do you have a key?" asks Erich. "Or perhaps we should knock."

Posted: **Mon Dec 30, 2013 8:02 pm**

Wierd.
Jean says under his breath.
He knocks on the door and if no answer is heard, he will try to look through the window.
I was out all day and I sleep in the shed over there in the back.

Posted: **Tue Dec 31, 2013 12:12 am**

The black out blinds are firmly in position.

Posted: **Tue Dec 31, 2013 6:24 am**

"Well, perhaps we should try around the back, then," says Erich. "There's bound to be a back door."

Posted: **Tue Dec 31, 2013 7:08 pm**

Yes there is and if no answer will come from the back we can try the scaffolding, there is a ladder over there.
Jean says, clearly puzzled by the situation

Posted: **Thu Jan 02, 2014 12:26 am**

The trio walk around the rather silent building and see that it is even larger than it appears from the front. It actually stretches quite a way in depth as well. Along the front left wing (which is set back a bit from the front foyer entrance they had initially approached), they can see the scaffolding he spoke about. It seems there is a broken window on the second storey which is reachable via the scaffolding ladders. There's still a black out blind fixed into position, however. They make their way along the western wall, past further flower beds in hedge row wrapped sections, and pass the side door which was normally used by the security units (and which is marked security on its steel side). There's a number of cigarette butts that litter the floor out here where the door sentry must have spent many a lonely hour. (Spot Hidden checks) The door is most assuredly locked. There's an alarm right next to it.

There's likely a rear door as well but that would be further along the building.

Posted: **Thu Jan 02, 2014 1:22 am**

Erich glances up at the broken window as they pass. "I see I'm going to have my work cut out for me here," he says. When they reach the security door, he takes a good look around, curious as to where the sentries have gone.

Something catches his eye behind a bush, and he goes over and triumphantly pulls out a partly filled bottle of scotch. "Now why would someone leave his post and leave perfectly good scotch behind? The alarm isn't ringing, so whatever it was couldn't have been an emergency, or the guards would have sounded it first."

Posted: **Thu Jan 02, 2014 8:28 am**

I have no idea. I'm not allowed to be inside the building nor I have interest to get in as my work lies outside and I have my private place and my food is brought by a single friend maid to my front door.
Jean says
I do see the guards around here but do not interact with them but nodding occasionally.

Posted: **Thu Jan 02, 2014 11:19 pm**

Erich shrugs, then returns the bottle to its hiding place. "Well, the fellow who left it here will probably be back for it," he says. "Shall we continue to the back?"

Posted: **Fri Jan 03, 2014 10:55 am**

I suggest we try the back door and if we get no response then we'll try the ladder. I fear something is wrong, this is extremely odd that the guards left their posts at the gate, the doors and no answer is coming from inside.
Jean says. He is worried about the the french nurses and maids inside and is quite puzzled by the lack of sound from within the building and the presence of everybody.

Posted: **Fri Jan 03, 2014 7:23 pm**

Herman dolefully watches Herman replace the bottle. He rubs his nose and walks forward; he tries the security door anyway, "You never know." and picks up one of the cigarette butts to see if it is still warm. He looks around but doesn't notice anything and then shrugs about the back door; "I'm happy to run up the ladder, check it's hunky-dory before you oldsters climb up it." He grins.

Posted: **Sat Jan 04, 2014 3:33 am**

Erich chuckles. "I'm not that old," he says, "but you're welcome to go first if need be." He heads for the rear of the hospital with the others.

Posted: **Thu Jan 09, 2014 6:04 am**

The rear gardens are magnificent, if mostly given over to crops and wild flowers, and it's obvious that the gardener must be skillful indeed to keep even some of this under control. There's also a ramshackle old carriage house beside a more modern and recently put together garage which has a padlocked chain on its front sliding door. The rear set of double doors to this building are set back into the portico and are most assuredly locked.

It's starting to get dark now but a dark fluid can still be readily seen seeping out from beneath the rear double doors.

Posted: **Thu Jan 09, 2014 9:38 am**

Heading with the newcomers to the rear doors Jean bend over to inspect the dark fluid.
Try the doors.
He says to one of them

Posted: **Fri Jan 10, 2014 12:15 am**

A closer inspection reveals the substance to be coffee.

Someone must have spilled a mug of it on the other side of these doors.

Posted: **Fri Jan 10, 2014 6:32 am**

Erich tries the doors, not expecting them to open.

Posted: **Fri Jan 10, 2014 3:10 pm**

The doors feel barred on the other side as well as locked.

Posted: **Fri Jan 10, 2014 11:19 pm**

"Hello? Anyone in there?" Herman knocks on the side door, his voice seems unnaturally loud in the quiet courtyard and he grins sheepishly. "You gotta admit - it's odd. Where is everyone?" he says more quietly and walks over to see if he can enter the old carriage house.

Posted: **Sat Jan 11, 2014 1:20 am**

The carriage house is open to the elements at the front and a quick look reveals that it's currently being used to store crates and motorcycles.

Posted: **Sat Jan 11, 2014 6:20 am**

"None of this looks good," says Erich. "The rear doors are barred as well as locked. Maybe the Resistance could have carried out a raid, but there'd have been some evidence of a battle."

Posted: **Sat Jan 11, 2014 7:52 pm**

No, no raid. My shed is over there and I've worked on the far side of the gardens from early morning. Didn't see anything unusual until you two came.
Jean says
I'm clueless as you two. Something happened inside and I wonder what was it that made the residents to bar themselves inside. We can try to climb the ladder and enter from the second floor. But if your concerns are right and something did happen to residents I suggest we pass through my shed and equip. I have some tools.

Jean wants to take some tools (hammer, screw driver, even a shovel or a rake as a weapon.

Posted: **Sat Jan 11, 2014 9:38 pm**

"Good thinking," says Erich. "I've got my own tools, but there may be something better in there." The possibility that the gardener could have been in on a Resistance raid crosses his mind, but then why would he have stuck around? The man seems decent enough, but he doesn't know him well enough to break cover in front of him. I'll have to find a chance to get my pistol out of the hidden compartment and pocket it when he's not looking, he thinks.

Posted: **Mon Jan 13, 2014 12:24 am**

The shed seems only a little bigger than most garden sheds. The corrugated iron must get quite hot in the summer times though these forests might keep it cooler than in, say, Paris.

Posted: **Mon Jan 13, 2014 6:58 pm**

Herman comes back out of the carriage house and kicks the barred door of the garage. "If they barred themselves in here then they must still be in there, else how could they keep the door locked from the outside? So they're keeping very quiet or they're dead." He walks away and looks up at the garage roof for a skylight or to see how thin the roof is. " Have you got torches in the shed, Jean?" It's gonna get pretty dark soon."

Posted: **Tue Jan 14, 2014 12:55 am**

There's no way to see a skylight from this angle though it is certainly possible. He'd have to clamber up to be sure. The corrugated iron gate here, though, is padlocked on a chain from the outside. It's the house doors which are barred from the inside. There'd be bound to be flashlights and other things in the garage, or perhaps in the gatehouse.

Posted: **Tue Jan 14, 2014 5:28 am**

"I have one in my toolbox," says Erich, "but we'll need more."

Posted: **Tue Jan 14, 2014 10:40 pm**

"Have you got a bolt cutter in the shed, Jean? I'll have a go on that garage chain, failing that, I'll shimmy onto the roof, try to get in that way. Or we can leave the garage and go back to that ladder for the main house" says Herman.

Posted: **Wed Jan 15, 2014 6:41 am**

"I may have bolt cutters," says Erich. He sets down his toolbox and opens it up to check.

Posted: **Wed Jan 15, 2014 12:14 pm**

There's none in his regular toolbox but there would be a set in the shed.

Posted: **Wed Jan 15, 2014 9:10 pm**

Let me search my stuff.
Jean says

Posted: **Thu Jan 16, 2014 6:20 am**

"All right," says Erich, closing up his toolbox and picking it up again.

Posted: **Thu Jan 16, 2014 11:34 am**

Herman walks with Jean towards the shed. He spins around and cocks his head as he walks, "There's normally some birds tweeting at this time of the afternoon but I can't hear a sausage. Weird."

Posted: **Fri Jan 17, 2014 5:59 am**

Erich goes with them to the shed, hoping to get a look inside.

Posted: **Fri Jan 17, 2014 9:45 am**

Not sure I have cutter over here.
Jean says as he search the place.
Let's take the rake, shovel, garden scissors, hammer and screwdriver. The scissors is the closes thing that might cut something but I hardly belive it will cut a strong chain.
Jean will arm himself with the rake and will put the hammer and screwdriver in his belt pouch. He will hand the shovel and scissors Herman and Erich.

Posted: **Fri Jan 17, 2014 6:28 pm**

"Yeah, doesn't look like we're going through that chain in that case." Herman instead rummages around for a sturdy axe, a crowbar and any rope. "Nice tidy shed you've got here, Jean; these tools are well looked after."

Posted: **Sat Jan 18, 2014 9:33 pm**

"I'll take the scissors, thanks," says Erich. "I have my own hammer and screwdriver in my toolbox, which I'll bring as well. If we're climbing the ladder, I won't be able to carry my toolbox or suitcase with me, so I'll have to leave them behind. Can I leave them in the shed when you're done in there?"

Posted: **Mon Jan 20, 2014 9:28 am**

This shed I call home.
Jean replies to Herman.
and yes, you can leave your tool box in my shed. I will lock the place.
When all is done, Jean will lead them to the ladder to the second floor.

Posted: **Tue Jan 21, 2014 12:29 am**

Nothing seems to have changed in their absence, which is unfortunate. It would have been nice if they had come around the front to see some sentries on the front porch or something similar rather than having to scuttle up the ladder to the second floor.

Posted: **Tue Jan 21, 2014 6:44 am**

When the others are done in the shed, Erich ducks inside and puts down his suitcase and toolbox, making sure his body is blocking the view of the suitcase from the door. He takes the hammer and screwdriver out of his toolbox and attaches them, together with the scissors, to his workman's belt. Then he removes his pistol, extra magazines, and genuine identification papers from the hidden compartment in the suitcase and conceals them in his pockets. Once he is finished, he follows the others to the ladder.

Posted: **Tue Jan 21, 2014 6:05 pm**

Herman puts his new tools (small axe, crowbar??) in his duffel bag and the rope in a coil over his shoulder. He takes his rifle and follows Jean round to the ladder.

Posted: **Tue Jan 21, 2014 8:22 pm**

There was a single very large flashlight that would be awkward to hold alongside a weapon. On the other hand, it could be used as a weapon but with a greater chance of breaking the light itself.

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Posted: **Wed Jan 22, 2014 11:37 am**

Posted: **Thu Jan 23, 2014 1:23 pm**

Herman had looked at the old light with disgust. "Paraffin or oil? Well, I'll carry it a little way but don't expect me shoot bogies while I've got it; at least we won't trip over any old rakes lying around, hey Jean?" He carries it and follows Jean around the house. "If we light it, it'll alert anyone that we're here... a good thing or not, I don't know." He looks back at the shed where Erich is fiddling around and then saunters after Jean with a shrug.

Posted: **Fri Jan 24, 2014 6:16 am**

Erich returns from the shed after clipping the small flashlight to his belt, closes the door behind him, and heads for the ladder.

Posted: **Fri Jan 24, 2014 11:23 am**

Jean takes the lead. He checks the ladder before stepping on it and every step he wants to put his feet on. He climbs up after he is sure the ladder is sturdy and balanced.
Once up, he will hold the ladder firmly to ensure no one will fall.

Posted: **Sat Jan 25, 2014 10:06 am**

The ladder seems sturdy and dependable, but there's nothing wrong with clutching it a little more firmly to help the others get up it safely.

Posted: **Sat Jan 25, 2014 7:10 pm**

Jean carefully inspects the porch and a possible way in.

Posted: **Sat Jan 25, 2014 10:17 pm**

Erich waits his turn and then scales the ladder.

Posted: **Sun Jan 26, 2014 1:14 am**

The windows are all blacked out with wooden frames. They might be able to batter their way in but it certainly wouldn't be popular with the authorities.

Once up the ladder, they can walk along the wooden scaffolding to the open window which overlooks a large wood-panelled office with filing cabinets, bookcases and a desk with a typewriter perched on top of it.

Posted: **Sun Jan 26, 2014 4:12 am**

"That open window looks like our best bet," says Erich.

Posted: **Sun Jan 26, 2014 10:58 pm**

You are right, mind your step.
Jean says as he take the lead.

Posted: **Mon Jan 27, 2014 10:59 am**

Herman has strapped his rifle and the lamp to his bag for the climb. He now lights the lamp to light up the room. "Is there any power to the lights?" He asks, climbing over the sill behind the others.

Posted: **Tue Jan 28, 2014 12:25 am**

There is a lamp on the desk which could easily test the theory.

Posted: **Tue Jan 28, 2014 7:09 am**

Erich climbs through the open window into the office carefully and tries the desk lamp.

Posted: **Tue Jan 28, 2014 11:47 pm**

The light doesn't work.

Perhaps there's something wrong with the generator - which would likely be in the basement.

Posted: **Wed Jan 29, 2014 5:45 am**

"Power must be out," says Erich. "The generator is probably in the basement. If we head down there, I can have a look at it."

Posted: **Wed Jan 29, 2014 2:53 pm**

"Typical. Must be at least, what four - five floors down? Well, better get started then." Herman looks around for any small useful or valuable objects he can swipe for contraband, flashing the large lamp around and pulling open the odd drawer or two.

Posted: **Thu Jan 30, 2014 1:39 am**

There is a small hip flask full of whiskey - hardly contraband, but good quality stuff. The drawers themselves seem to hold financial information. This must have been the office of the local accountant. It's quite a nice office though that might just be the nature of the requisitioned larger rooms. With a bit of time and some accountancy skill, they could probably shake out a bit of information from these files. One note, in particular, however, seems to be of interest: "Recent stocks increased. Crates #17, #18, and #19 requisitioned from Church. Apply to long-range financial considerations."

Posted: **Thu Jan 30, 2014 6:39 am**

"Anything interesting in there?" asks Erich.

Posted: **Thu Jan 30, 2014 6:01 pm**

Herman pockets the whiskey. "Nah, not much. Lots of numbers n stuff. Something about some crates being requisitioned from the church - might be worth a look - just to check the crates are secure of course; me being in charge of security n all. And I found me some spirits; could come in handy." He winks. "Lets see what else is through the door."

Posted: **Fri Jan 31, 2014 6:42 am**

"The papers may have some relevant information," says Erich. "We'll have to give them a good going over once we get the lights on. Something unusual has been happening here, that's for sure. Well, let's keep moving."

Posted: **Fri Jan 31, 2014 3:06 pm**

Jean says nothing. He tries to check for any evidance for recent activity like a burnt ciggar, hot coals in a fireplace or an hot tea on the desk. If none is present, he will go through the waste basket to see what was the last thing to be thrown and the date on it if it is a paper form.

Posted: **Mon Feb 03, 2014 12:21 am**

There is a cup of tea on the desk though it's empty. There are cooling coals in the fireplace though no sign of an ashtray. The coals could have been let to run down because the person in this office was planning to be out (or go to bed - it is reaching nighttime) or because something happened here a few hours ago which meant that no one thought to bank them.

Posted: **Mon Feb 03, 2014 8:14 pm**

Someone was here a couple of hours ago.
Jean says as he raise the empty cup and nods to the fireplace.

Posted: **Tue Feb 04, 2014 6:59 am**

"Whoever it was must have left in a hurry," says Erich. "Window left open, cup left out, fireplace left lit. Did the air raid siren go off earlier? If so, we may find the people in the basement too. That's where the shelter would have to be."

Posted: **Tue Feb 04, 2014 10:25 am**

"Come on, let's get a shifty on." Herman opens the door, walks out and shines the lamp around.

Posted: **Wed Feb 05, 2014 6:32 am**

Erich nods and follows along.

Posted: **Wed Feb 05, 2014 8:30 pm**

No siren.
Jean says, leaving the door behind him open.

Posted: **Mon Feb 10, 2014 9:51 pm**

The corridor is an attractive wood-paneled design with a vase of flowers perched on a small occasional table. A mop and bucket stand propped up against the table. The floorboards are damp.

Posted: **Tue Feb 11, 2014 6:02 am**

Erich tuts when he sees the mop and bucket abandoned in mid-cleaning. "I can see I'll have my work cut out for me too," he comments.

Posted: **Tue Feb 11, 2014 10:07 pm**

Where is everybody?
Jean says to himself, curious.

Posted: **Tue Feb 11, 2014 10:21 pm**

"A bit like the sentry-box - interupted. If the generator broke down then everybody would have to stop work, including the sirens. I expect they're all downstairs having a lock-in by oil lamp." Herman says with anticipation.

Posted: **Wed Feb 12, 2014 6:17 am**

"Yes, that makes sense," says Erich. "Well, let's find the stairs."

Posted: **Wed Feb 12, 2014 1:18 pm**

The stairs leading down to the first floor seems to have been barred from the other side. There are a series of weights upon the other side (Combined Strength versus 40 to budge it) that could well be furniture or even wooden boards nailed from the other side. The corridor continues on around in a square shape, or something similar to it, judging by what they have seen thus far.

Posted: **Thu Feb 13, 2014 6:29 am**

"Shall we attempt to force the door?" asks Erich. "If all three of us work together, we might just budge it."

Posted: **Sat Feb 15, 2014 7:57 am**

Wait ... something is wrong here. Why would someone bar the doors from the other side if all they want is to exit. it feels like all the clues are to prevent outsiders to enter. I say we search for more clues on this floor before we head down, maybe we'll find something that will help us understand what happened in there or another route that is not closed.
Jean says, clearly disturbed by what is happening.

Posted: **Sat Feb 15, 2014 10:58 pm**

Erich nods. "All right, let's finish searching this floor first," he says.

Posted: **Sun Feb 16, 2014 11:08 am**

Herman nods. "These big houses often have two staircases; maybe the other one will be okay. But it's worth checking out the other rooms first." He continues along the corridor.

Posted: **Tue Feb 25, 2014 12:23 am**

None of the doors have any labels. There are five doors to the left on this side.

Posted: **Wed Feb 26, 2014 7:33 pm**

Before opening each of them Jean place his ear against the door.

Posted: **Thu Feb 27, 2014 12:20 am**

OOC: Five Listen Checks!

Posted: **Thu Feb 27, 2014 3:28 am**

Erich follows the others down the corridor, remaining alert to his surroundings.

Posted: **Fri Feb 28, 2014 1:43 pm**

Herman puts his ear to each door along with Jean.

Posted: **Sat Mar 01, 2014 3:39 am**

Erich can hear fairly well at a couple of the doors.

Posted: **Sat Mar 01, 2014 3:10 pm**

Listen (1d100=14, 1d100=37, 1d100=72, 1d100=59, 1d100=87)

I wonder if there is someone in there.
Jean says as he place his ear against the doors

Posted: **Sun Mar 02, 2014 8:48 am**

"These are probably bedrooms up here - maybe someone didn't join the party downstairs for some reason." Herman says a shade doubtfully. "Let's see who it is."

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Posted: **Tue Mar 04, 2014 6:19 am**

"Sounds like there's someone in the last room," whispers Erich. "I think he's crying. There's some sort of metal thwacking sound in the middle one."

Posted: **Tue Mar 04, 2014 8:48 pm**

An open radio in this room and a ticking clock in the first one.
Jan says
But before we visit the first ones we should check the room with the man inside.

Posted: **Wed Mar 05, 2014 5:31 am**

Erich nods in agreeement.

Posted: **Thu Mar 06, 2014 8:47 am**

Jean is readying himself with the rake in case the man inside will be violent

Posted: **Thu Mar 06, 2014 10:51 am**

Herman frowns as Jean lifts the rake but nods silently, unlimbers his rifle and checks the safety catch is on as it's just for show for now. He signals that he should enter the room first once someone has opened the door for him.

Posted: **Fri Mar 07, 2014 6:28 am**

Erich puts his right hand in his pocket, gripping his pistol, while he tries the door with his left.

Posted: **Mon Mar 17, 2014 12:50 am**

The door is unlocked but as he pushes it open, they can hear a scuffle inside and the clanging of metal. Slamming the door open entirely (as I imagine he'd make haste now), their flashlights probe a dark and blacked out room. One light passes across a falling ventilation grille and there's a glimpse of a booted foot disappearing up into the vent space. They can hear someone moving through the vents now above them, ka-thunk, ka-thunk.

Posted: **Mon Mar 17, 2014 2:38 am**

"Come back, we're friends!" calls Erich in German, hurrying over to the vent. He repeats it in French.

Posted: **Tue Mar 18, 2014 9:28 am**

"Halt!" Herman calls. He follows the sound in the ceiling above with his eyes while putting some ammunition into his rifle.

Posted: **Tue Mar 18, 2014 9:25 pm**

What is this menace? why would the man in the room flee from them and what made him haste like this?
Questions race in Jean mind as he look at the ventilation and the two germans that joined him.
He takes position near entrance to the room, guarding the corridor and looking for any ventilation in the corridor that might be used as an exit to the terrified man that just fled.

Posted: **Wed Mar 19, 2014 12:32 am**

There is one grille further on down the corridor.

The room itself appears to be an office complete with locked filing cabinets and a couch by the wall beneath a painting of the Somme. There's a name plate on the desk by the typewriter with the name: Dr. Schiller.

Posted: **Wed Mar 19, 2014 4:49 am**

Erich shines his light into the vent shaft, trying to see which way the person has gone.

Posted: **Sat Mar 22, 2014 9:03 pm**

Herman races down to the hall vent and tries to open it by pushing it with his rifle. "Halt and you won't be harmed." He shouts.

Posted: **Mon Mar 24, 2014 1:31 am**

There's a scraping, crunching, metallic yet wet sound, a bang and a hubbub up there, before the vent collapses inwards on Herman, dropping a screaming man on top of him. There's warmth and red everywhere, the crisp iron tang of blood, and the man pulls back from Herman and in that brief moment Herman sees the man's nose, cheeks and lips have been ripped clean off. The man flails on top of him, painfully bruising him (though no hit point loss) as he tries to flee.

(OOC: When the vent collapses, would Herman have fired?)

Posted: **Mon Mar 24, 2014 12:48 pm**

Herman reels under the wet mass and staggers under the load, dropping his rifle as he tries to grab the man's arms. "You're safe! Don't fight!" He gasps. "Jean, Erich, help me!"

Posted: **Mon Mar 24, 2014 7:23 pm**

Jean runs to help Herman. He will try to swing the blunt side of the rake to man's feet, trying to trip him.

Posted: **Mon Mar 24, 2014 10:16 pm**

Warm and wet and crisp iron tang splashes against Herman's face, drenching shirt and skin. The man on top of him pulls back, reeling backward, revealing a face with lips, cheeks, nose gone, wet pink bone glistening beneath. More blood pours through from slit across the neck, revealed as his head lolls back, the tear opening like a thick wet mouth spewing blood on him and foaming with each in-drawn breath. The man collapses in Herman's arms, shaking, boots drumming the floorboards.

1 / 1d2 SAN loss.

Posted: **Tue Mar 25, 2014 5:28 am**

"Mein Gott!" cries Erich, terrified quite badly. "Seal the vent! Seal the vent!" In a panic, he slams the grille shut and sets about using his tools to secure it.

Posted: **Sat Mar 29, 2014 1:01 pm**

Jean checks the man that just fell from the vent, trying to understand the source of his injuries, is it acid that made him looks like this or something else, from the war.
He is in need of medical help, I wonder why no one helped him ? Probably one of the patients ?

Posted: **Sun Mar 30, 2014 8:19 am**

Although shocked Herman has seen worse (1) and is not put off by the gory mess. "Dammit! He's not going to make it!" He tries desperately to keep the man still and breathing but he hasn't any medial training to know what to do. " We need a doctor. Come on mate, stay with us!" He cradles the mess in his lap and looks at his companions helplessly.

Posted: **Mon Mar 31, 2014 5:02 am**

The man is quite clearly gone. It's just taking awhile for him to realise it. His boot heels snap against the floorboards, rat-tat-tat. The grille shuts easily enough, the tools quickly getting it back into place. Blood pours out across Herman's hands as the suited man dies, slowly, in his lap.

Posted: **Mon Mar 31, 2014 7:51 pm**

Check the poor man for identification, maybe a patient number of some sort. but if he was a patient, what e was doing in this office. He was looking for something. let's see if there is a photo of the office owner, maybe we recognize that man.
Jean grabs the man's feet and drag him to the office, better not leave the man in the corridor.

Posted: **Tue Apr 01, 2014 5:23 am**

Erich helps Jean carry the dead man into the office, then bends down to look through the corpse's pockets.

Posted: **Tue Apr 01, 2014 8:47 am**

Herman shakes his head and allows the others to drag the corpse away. He gets up and looks up at the grill,listening, but doesn't hear much. He feels his hands getting sticky and follows the others into the room. "Poor sod; what a way to go. I can't understand how it happened. He seemed all right in here and then something happened in the vent. Do you think he got caught in a fan? Look, I've got to get a wash before I touch anything else; I'll just see if one of these rooms is a bathroom or has a basin. Can you tell from the man's clothes who he was? Wouldn't a patient be dressed as one?" If there's no basin in the room, Herman steps out of the corridor to look for a bathroom.

Posted: **Wed Apr 02, 2014 1:16 am**

"It's possible that it was a fan," says Erich. "Either that, or some vicious animal in the vent that bit his face off. That was my first instinct."

Posted: **Wed Apr 02, 2014 1:23 am**

Judging by his Nazi Party card, they're looking at the corpse of Dr. Schiller, a medical doctor. Taking a look at his degree on the wall shows that he got his degree from the Humboldt-Universität zu Berlin. He has a photograph of his wife and two kids on the desk and a pack of American chewing gum in his pockets alongside a folded up note that states Containment failed in scribbled handwriting.

Posted: **Wed Apr 02, 2014 2:03 am**

"Containment?" says Erich, scratching his head. "Containment of what? Just what were they doing here? We'd better search this office thoroughly. There must be more information here. The first thing we'll need are the keys to those filing cabinets. If they're not on his person, they must be in here." He begins to search for them, starting with the desk drawers.

Posted: **Wed Apr 02, 2014 7:33 pm**

I don't like it.
Jean says.
A disease of some sort struck the place and they barricaded themselves in here ... maybe there are survivors we can rescue.
We should check every room for clues.

Jean follows Herman out of the room and leave Erich alone to search for documents. He tries to enter the next room.

Posted: **Wed Apr 02, 2014 10:16 pm**

Herman tries the next door, leaving a sticky hand print on the handle.

Posted: **Wed May 14, 2014 2:59 am**

The air seems tense, charged with some negative energy as though the subconscious recesses of their mind were conjuring up every demon and monster in human memory and planting them in every corner and every shadow. This was wrong. The powerful Nazi forces might be attacked by French rebels. They might even, possibly, lose a building or two (though surely not one so well-fortified). But this? A mad doctor with his throat torn out who had fallen through a vent? This isn't what anyone expected to find.

The fourth room is quiet and undisturbed but for a set of building schematics soaked in coffee from a spilled mug. A quick glance reveals them to be of an older make and model. Perhaps an earlier version of this site before all of the renovations? (You may roll any relevant check you'd like to examine the schematics). Most of the surrounding files involve architectural notes that are written in rather intensive jargon that is hard to read.

There are keys in the top drawer of the desk which do, indeed, fit the filing cabinet. The files seem to contain mostly patient files. There are sixty two such files, in total in the top two drawers. The bottom drawer, labelled DECEASED, holds ninety well-packed in files.

Posted: **Wed May 14, 2014 5:29 am**

Erich begins looking through some of the files drawn at random, starting with the drawer marked DECEASED and then sampling the top drawer's files.

Posted: **Wed May 14, 2014 11:52 am**

Herman looks over the drawings, "Dad was a builder." He reminisces. "These look old, they could be this building." He has a look to see if the general layout matches what he's seen of the hospital so far. As for the coffee cup, "It almost seems like everyone disappeared soon after they'd all had coffee, did they have elevenses here? In which case we could put a time on whatever it was that happened." He says to Jean and then says, "I can't believe you didn't notice anything odd happening."

Posted: **Wed May 14, 2014 1:21 pm**

There likely was some form of afternoon tea brought out to the main staff and important employees. It would be hard to tell when such a thing would have occurred without looking at the staff schedules.

(I will post a response to the files and drawings once the next person responds).

Posted: **Wed May 14, 2014 6:51 pm**

Looks like everyone was in a hurry, the man in this office was trying to find another exit ?
Jean suggests as he inspect the schematics, maybe to find similarities in the outline

Posted: **Wed May 21, 2014 1:00 am**

The schematics are all of the same building and likely represent this one, before renovations. A quick look at the schematics from a historical perspective suggests that this was an old fortified manor before it had been taken up by the Nazis. In fact, it looks like it would have initially been a simple fort judging by the circular tower still in evidence in one corner and the broader midsection looks like a lord's great hall.

The DECEASED files provide little in the way of actual medical information, simply showing when they died. Most of the information seems to have been gathered over the person's lifespan with checklists on their viable health from their time as a baby with later checklists every three years, including a rating score card, lineage records proving that they are "purebloods" of various races (including Aryan). It seems that all of the victims are 21 years old.

Posted: **Wed May 21, 2014 5:36 am**

Erich raises an eyebrow and files the information away mentally, then moves on to the files of the living people.

Posted: **Wed May 21, 2014 1:46 pm**

"This building goes way back. Could be medieval. Funny to think of all those people living in it all that time. Must be a few ghosts, hey Jean?" Herman looks worried for a moment, "Can ghosts rip out a man's throat?" He looks at the bloody finger prints he has left on the plans. "Guess I still need a basin. I'll keep looking for a bathroom."

Posted: **Thu May 22, 2014 1:13 am**

A quick perusal of the files finds that none of the current patients have reached twenty one yet. Most are between the ages of sixteen and twenty.

Posted: **Thu May 22, 2014 5:48 am**

Erich catches up with the others and fills them in on what he found in the files. "All of the patients who died were precisely 21 years old," he says, "and most of those who are still alive are between sixteen and twenty. Perhaps they were conducting an experiment here, one that seems to be invariably fatal at a certain point. Or perhaps it is something along the lines of Aktion T4."

Posted: **Fri May 23, 2014 1:56 pm**

The schematics are of this building, it was a fortress back in the past, didn't noticed it. We should keep them with us in case we'll want to find a different exit.
Jean pockets the papers as they exit the room.

Posted: **Sat May 24, 2014 5:41 am**

"They could be useful right now for finding our way around the building," says Erich. "Perhaps the generator room is even marked on them."

Posted: **Sat May 24, 2014 12:51 pm**

Jean takes the schematics out, trying to figure out the place where they are now according to the rooms they explored and the windows of the rooms that are facing outside.

Posted: **Sat May 24, 2014 5:41 pm**

'That's pretty freaky; them all dying at the same age I mean. Wow, you really think they were experimenting on them?' Herman makes a face and then asks, 'What's Aktion T4?'

Posted: **Sun May 25, 2014 4:37 am**

"I'm sure it's no coincidence that they all died at 21," says Erich. "Aktion T4 is a Nazi euthanasia program, where those with incurable medical conditions are transferred to special hospitals to be put to death. It was intended to be secret, but people found out, and there has been tremendous public outcry against it, especially in the churches."

Posted: **Mon May 26, 2014 1:37 am**

(24th August, 1941.)

Posted: **Mon May 26, 2014 1:37 am**

(24th August, 1941.)

Posted: **Mon May 26, 2014 2:22 am**

"In fact, just today the Führer announced that he was canceling the program," says Erich. "It was on the wireless. Hmm...maybe this hospital was part of the program, and everyone dropped everything when they heard about it."

Posted: **Tue May 27, 2014 6:41 pm**

'Doesn't make sense for them all to disappear though. Doctors 'n everyone too. Guess we carry on looking?' Herman is thoughtful.

Posted: **Wed May 28, 2014 5:09 am**

"You're right," says Erich. "If we can't find anyone else on this floor, we need to find some means of getting that door to the stairway open."

Posted: **Wed May 28, 2014 5:57 am**

Everything was under my nose, a secret German program, I was unaware at all, just took care of the gardens of the hospital.
Jean is quite shocked by the findings.

Posted: **Thu May 29, 2014 6:31 pm**

Herman leaves the room and tries the next door.

Posted: **Fri May 30, 2014 5:36 am**

Erich follows Herman to the next room.

Posted: **Fri May 30, 2014 8:04 pm**

and Jean just behind them.

Posted: **Fri Jun 06, 2014 6:18 am**

The office is silent now where before there had been a metallic thwacking. The likely culprit is the phone receiver that hangs over the side of the metal desk. The cause of it's movement the mess of papers on the desk and the gaping hole of a vent set in the roof about three meters diagonally from the table top.

Posted: **Sat Jun 07, 2014 5:19 am**

Erich looks around for the ventilation grille so he can seal up the hole in the ceiling.

Posted: **Sun Jun 08, 2014 2:36 am**

The grille lies on the floor between two of the cupboards up against the wall, shredded into three pieces.

Posted: **Sun Jun 08, 2014 4:26 am**

"That doesn't look good," says Erich, pointing out the ruined grille and watching the hole nervously. "Any attempt to seal that up will likely be in vain, as anything powerful enough to smash the grille would make short work of any barricade. We'll just have to look the door behind us after we leave this room." He picks up the receiver and listens to the earpiece to see if the line is still open.

Posted: **Sun Jun 08, 2014 8:03 am**

There's silence on the other end although that could just mean that the phone had been patched through to the local switchboard operator before it was dropped. Of course, that would also mean that the operator isn't there anymore. It's hard to be sure unless they reached the switchboard.

Posted: **Mon Jun 09, 2014 4:57 am**

"Hello, are you still there?" asks Erich into the phone's mouthpiece.

Posted: **Tue Jun 10, 2014 2:49 am**

A moment passes, and then there's the sound of someone scrabbling with the head set. "Hello? Hello?" rasps another voice. "I'm still here. We're still here. Are you with Administration?"

Posted: **Tue Jun 10, 2014 4:48 am**

"Ja," bluffs Erich, glad that he had deliberately phrased his initial statement the way he had so that he could milk as much information as he could before the person on the other end sees through his charade. "Who is speaking? Give me a status report."

Posted: **Tue Jun 10, 2014 6:27 am**

The person on the other end barely stifles a giggle. "Switchboard here. Several sections have gone down to variant control. I wouldn't go down into the drains if I were you. It seems that's where they throw their off-cuts. Whereabouts are you, sir? I think you'll need some support."

Posted: **Wed Jun 11, 2014 5:13 am**

"You've got that right," says Erich. "We're at Fallen Lives Hospital, on the upper floor."

Posted: **Thu Jun 12, 2014 1:05 am**

"Administration, right?" asked the voice, barely covering a snicker. "Don't worry, sir! We'll send some people right up to collect you and keep you safe. You wait right there!"

Posted: **Thu Jun 12, 2014 4:46 am**

Erich rolls his eyes, having no intention of just staying put. "Any estimate on when they'll arrive?" he asks.

Posted: **Thu Jun 12, 2014 1:37 pm**

There's a click as the call is disconnected.

Posted: **Fri Jun 13, 2014 5:02 am**

Erich takes out a handkerchief, wipes his fingerprints off of the phone, and leaves the receiver dangling where he found it. "We'd better move on quickly," he says, having clearly seen through the person on the other end of the line. "and not just because there's a gaping hole overhead through which we could be attacked just like whoever was in this room before us. That was the switchboard on the other end. The operator said that several sections have gone down to variant control, whatever that means, and not to go down into the drains because that's where they throw their off-cuts. I was told that 'support' was coming and to wait here, but for all I know whoever comes may just have orders to kill everyone they find."

Posted: **Fri Jun 13, 2014 1:04 pm**

Herman looks up at the grill. "So the switchboard knows a bit about what's happened here then; maybe the building's been invaded by these variants and they're hiding out in the drains. Drains and also the air ducts by the looks of things. Do you think it was a variant that attacked that poor sod outside? Pulled him up while he was on the phone and chewed his throat out?" Herman moves nervously away from the vent. "I agree, we can't trust the support and we need to watch out for the variant lot. Let's get out of here at least." He checks that his rifle is now loaded.

Posted: **Sun Jun 15, 2014 4:14 am**

Erich nods and follows him out. "Let's lock the door after we leave," he says, "in case any of those variants decides to come through that hole. Then we finish with the upstairs rooms and find a way downstairs before we have company."

Posted: **Wed Jun 18, 2014 7:50 pm**

Jean follows the others silently.

Posted: **Wed Jun 18, 2014 9:37 pm**

Herman looks to see if there are any more doors to open before they head downwards.

Posted: **Thu Jun 19, 2014 11:07 pm**

The first room has a radio softly playing static in the background. It seems a pretty ordinary room. On the plus side there's no blood or gore, which is a positive thing. The final room is also an office, but one that seems to have a large grandfather clock that had been partly pushed up against the door. After all whenever you try to push open the door a little bit there's a weight behind it, a tall poorly balanced and ticking weight. It could be easily pushed along without tipping it over if it were open slowly.

Posted: **Fri Jun 20, 2014 5:40 am**

"If we push it slowly, we can open the door without tipping over the clock," says Erich. "It seems someone tried to take shelter in here and barricaded the door. I think we should look inside."

Posted: **Fri Jun 20, 2014 8:11 pm**

Let me help.
Jean offers

Posted: **Sat Jun 21, 2014 4:48 am**

The clock is slowly pushed away, sliding on the floorboards, and they creak the door open to reveal a man slumped over the desk, a shard of glass in one hand and dried blood coagulated on the paperwork.

Posted: **Sat Jun 21, 2014 5:29 am**

Erich ventures into the room carefully, keeping an eye out for any open ventilation ducts.

Posted: **Mon Jun 23, 2014 1:08 am**

The ventilation duct is closed in this room. The screws tightly in place. The typewriter in front of the man, who appears to have been some sort of clerk judging by the paperwork, simply has the words: "The only way out" written on the piece of paper.

Posted: **Mon Jun 23, 2014 5:04 am**

"Poor man," says Erich. "He must have been desperate if he thought the only way out was to kill himself. Must have been some time ago, as the blood is dried." He scans the paperwork to see if there is anything interesting on it that hasn't been obliterated by the blood.

Posted: **Mon Jun 23, 2014 11:22 am**

(Sorry: It got affected in the edit I made while first typing it. It's meant to read 'clotted' blood, so thick, slightly moist, but mostly dry, so still some time ago but not a long time ago.)

Posted: **Mon Jun 23, 2014 9:13 pm**

Herman grimaces. "Unfortunately, that means that his attackers could have been roaming the corridors too. If he had to barricade himself in. Not much of a barricade though. I wonder why he didn't try to escape the way we came in."

Posted: **Tue Jun 24, 2014 4:37 am**

"Well, he can't tell us now," says Erich, "but you're right, it doesn't make sense. None of this does." He tries the desk drawers and searches through them.

Posted: **Tue Jun 24, 2014 10:49 pm**

They seem to be full of stationary and carbon copies of various minor expenditures for the major staff, nothing spectacular that sheds light on their situation.

Posted: **Wed Jun 25, 2014 5:13 am**

"It looks like there's nothing else of interest here," says Erich. "Unless there's something else up here, we should get those stairs open."

Posted: **Sat Jun 28, 2014 6:19 am**

Jean takes a closer look at the desk/ maybe there is a drawe or a waste bin under it.

Posted: **Thu Jul 03, 2014 1:38 am**

The wastepaper bin contains a memo:

Environmental Contamination can be reduced through frequent hand washing after entering or leaving the Hazard Areas. Please ensure that everyone is suitably reminded of this process. The dissolution of solid state tissue into a seemingly fungal matter can lead to airborne spores which must be washed off before leaving any of the contamination zones. Ensure this is well know. We don't want a repeat of last Thursday.

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