Railway Station Waiting Room
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Charlie shakes Artemis' hand firmly, "Looked like Arabic to me. Bit of it on this letter too, as well as English." He holds the letter out for anyone to take. "Seems like someone's idea of a practical joke. I've got this friend, Richie, seems just like the sorta thing he'd do to me for a laugh."
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"How interesting, what does it say?" asks the countess, who had entered at the same time as Kate.
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Artemis takes the proffered letter and read it quickly. He gave Hagan a puzzled look, and when one of the ladies asked what it said, he cleared his voice.
"There are parts of it that are in one of the languages of the lavant or of Egypt, I suspect." Artemis shook his head and began reading the letter when it was apparent that he had the various occupants of the station's attention.
"There are parts of it that are in one of the languages of the lavant or of Egypt, I suspect." Artemis shook his head and began reading the letter when it was apparent that he had the various occupants of the station's attention.
"Surely, Mr. Hagan, if this is a prank, it is a poor prank and a significantly improper imposition upon the rest of us." Artemis shook his head looking at the letter. "And what's all of this about missing the train, I need to catch that to meet up with a friend at the British Museum tomorrow morning. I really cannot figure out what all of this would be about."You are not the first. You are not the last. لم تكن الأولى. لم تكن الأخيرةIf you are reading this than it may not yet be too late. Know that you are not the first and that, for the war to end, you will not be the last either. The train will arrive at 8:30 but it is essential that you miss that train and return home as soon as you are able. You are not the first. You are not the last. لم تكن الأولى. لم تكن الأخيرةThe longer you linger in the station before that point, the more difficult it will be to escape. You are not the first. You are not the last. لم تكن الأولى. لم تكن الأخيرة I came here to help arrange matters and to assist with the vital preparations necessary to allow the glory of Great Britain to succeed and I have willingly and gratefully assisted my Egyptian allies in fighting off the Nazi threat but their methods are cruel and You are not the first. You are not the last. لم تكن الأولى. لم تكن الأخيرة
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Kate follows Ilona over to where the others are looking at the medallion. "Good evening," she says. "I'm Kate Lacey. Let's see what we've got here." She peers with interest at the medallion and the letter, the statue already forgotten thanks to this new and intriguing find. "Some sort of good luck charm, maybe?" Her eyes go wide when she reads the letter. "Whatever this is, it's related to the war effort. We'd best report it to the authorities. We could knock on the station master's door."
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Ilona rests her statue in her lap and reaches out and takes the medallion. “Ah, thank you Mr Hagan.” She looks over the object and mumbles the writing as she’s reading it. “This seems to be written in Arabic, Mr Richter. Alzalam fireawn yahmini, or in English it would translate to Dark Pharaoh Protect me. Quite a, er, quite an interesting medallion Mr Hagen. May I ask where you found it?” She says taking out her glasses from her bag once more to take a closer look
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"T'was in those saddlebags miss, same symbol on them as well. If this isn't some prank on one of us I'm guessing that whoever it is for was s'posed to see that symbol. Look," Charlie holds out an open palm, "I'll take 'em upstairs and see if anyone's there, if they're British intelligence I'll hand 'em over, if they're a prankster I'll let 'em know they're all wet. Everyone good with that?"
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"Makes sense, I guess, but I also think we should knock on the door of the Station Master for with a train about to arrive, surely the man should be here." Artemis handed back the letter and then walked over to the marked door for the master and rapped on its glass a few times. "Sir, Sir, are you in there, there seems to be something rather odd going on out here. Sir, sir."
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Jonathan smiles as he reads the letter, half-amused, half-puzzled. "Well, I've got to admit, this might be the most elaborate prank I've ever seen in my life. It's not on me, though - I don't have friends around here. But still, very well done... the choice of words, the parts in arabic... one of you understands the language, yes? Miss... I'm not sure I got your name. Seems reasonable that this would be a joke from someone that knows you, and your knowledge of the language."
He hands back the letter to Ilona, then turns towards Artemis as he knocks on the station master's door.
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There is no response at the Station Master's door.
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Ilona gladly lets Charlie take the medallion from her and hesitantly takes the letter from Jonathan. “My Apologies, it’s Ilona Aston.” She says, not looking up from the letter she was handed and furrows her brow as she quickly reads it.
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Artemis waited at the door when he heard no response. Then rapped the glass again and tried the handle to see if it was in fact locked. When the door failed to open, he turned back to the group with a look of frustration.
"Where is this man? He needs to be here for the passengers that would be arriving, if not for us?" Artemis scowled and came back to the larger group shaking his head.
"Where is this man? He needs to be here for the passengers that would be arriving, if not for us?" Artemis scowled and came back to the larger group shaking his head.
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"This should be reported to the authorities." Ilona says, she seems very uneasy. She hands the letter over to the person nearest to her, Miss Lacey. "I- I think I'll go wait out the front with my belongings."
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"Cheers." Charlie says as he takes the medallion, then heads upstairs.
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"I'll try to find someone in charge," Kate tells Ilona as she takes the letter. "The passengers and crew on that train could be in danger, and they must be warned. It's odd that the station master isn't responding. That medallion is interesting, but like the statue, it is not as ancient as it appears at first glance. It's at most a few centuries old, and it looks like it may have been machined. The inverted ankh is Egyptian, but its usage there is far more recent. It's some sort of neo-pagan symbol of the sort that might be used by indigenous cults there, but the pentagram-looking thing seems Polynesian, though some coastal communities use it too. That symbol is a couple of millennia old, and it's believed to protect from drowning, birth defects, and deformities in adolescence. Either it's a fake, or someone who's into the occult decided to put these symbols together for personal use in the belief that it will provide protection, which is why amulets are often worn." She fingers her own St. Christopher's medallion, which is supposed to serve a similar purpose.
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Waiting Room Description
Upon opening the front door you must then push aside a black out curtain to enter a small and dark ante-chamber with wooden partitions either side that run up to the ceiling. You wait there a moment for the curtain to fall shut behind you, ensuring no light can escape, and then you brush aside the next curtain before entering the main waiting room. Around four people can squish in here at once but it's better form to wait until the person, or couple, ahead of you have entered before entering yourself.
Once you've passed through this little ante-chamber, you find yourself in a wide room with scuffed floors and worn benches sitting back to back in the middle. More benches line the walls, with paintings of local scenes and nearby Plymouth adorning the brick above them. Naturally all of the windows beside the entrance door are covered in a heavy shroud of black cloth that blocks your view of the outside world and leaves you enclosed in this cozy little space.
The whole place feels quite warm and cheery due to the lovely big old fire burning on the other side of the building, flanked on either side by the ladies and the gentleman's restrooms. It's given an even toastier feeling because the whole room is bathed in a nice orange glow with very little competition - only one of the wall-mounted lamps is on and that's one of those nearest the door. There is a most peculiar odour of polish, cologne and saddlery, which might be caused by the pile of horse gear strung out over one of the benches which is most peculiar. A portrait of the British King holds pride of place above the fireplace.
The other doors here all have glass-frosted windows with black stencilling giving their labels. On the left are two doors and a shuttered window. The labels read Station Master's Office and Baggage Room where you can pay to store your baggage. On the right is a door to the restaurant. Near to that is a set of steps that head upwards to what would presumably be a few hotel rooms.
Places to Go:
Upon opening the front door you must then push aside a black out curtain to enter a small and dark ante-chamber with wooden partitions either side that run up to the ceiling. You wait there a moment for the curtain to fall shut behind you, ensuring no light can escape, and then you brush aside the next curtain before entering the main waiting room. Around four people can squish in here at once but it's better form to wait until the person, or couple, ahead of you have entered before entering yourself.
Once you've passed through this little ante-chamber, you find yourself in a wide room with scuffed floors and worn benches sitting back to back in the middle. More benches line the walls, with paintings of local scenes and nearby Plymouth adorning the brick above them. Naturally all of the windows beside the entrance door are covered in a heavy shroud of black cloth that blocks your view of the outside world and leaves you enclosed in this cozy little space.
The whole place feels quite warm and cheery due to the lovely big old fire burning on the other side of the building, flanked on either side by the ladies and the gentleman's restrooms. It's given an even toastier feeling because the whole room is bathed in a nice orange glow with very little competition - only one of the wall-mounted lamps is on and that's one of those nearest the door. There is a most peculiar odour of polish, cologne and saddlery, which might be caused by the pile of horse gear strung out over one of the benches which is most peculiar. A portrait of the British King holds pride of place above the fireplace.
The other doors here all have glass-frosted windows with black stencilling giving their labels. On the left are two doors and a shuttered window. The labels read Station Master's Office and Baggage Room where you can pay to store your baggage. On the right is a door to the restaurant. Near to that is a set of steps that head upwards to what would presumably be a few hotel rooms.
Places to Go:
- Station Master's Office (locked).
- Baggage Room (locked).
- Restaurant (locked).
- Ladies Restroom (unlocked).
- Gentlemen's Restroom (unlocked).
- Upstairs (accessible).
- Ladies Waiting Room (accessible).
- Platform (accessible).
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After passing through the second curtain, Frank Durant walks into the waiting room, notices the other travelers in passing, and walks over to an unoccupied corner nearest where the train will board.
He double checks his ticket, glances again at his watch, and setting his suitcase down next to him (his trunk having gone ahead on the earlier train on which he arrived) he looks at any nearby paintings or photos while he waits.
He double checks his ticket, glances again at his watch, and setting his suitcase down next to him (his trunk having gone ahead on the earlier train on which he arrived) he looks at any nearby paintings or photos while he waits.
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"Please, I want nothing to do with Terrorists or-or Dark Pharaoh cults."
Ilona puts the statue back in her bag and hurriedly exits the room out to the platform.
Ilona puts the statue back in her bag and hurriedly exits the room out to the platform.
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