Play@YSDC

Location: Bridgwater Weekly
Time: Friday Sept. 9th, 10 PM

You leave the speakeasy a little disgruntled, and a dollar lighter. The laughter of the old men a bit irritating, someone even started making howling noises asking if this is how they were supposed to sound.

The two of you hope into the car and head over to the Bridgewater Weekly, hoping for better luck.

You pull into the small paper, it's closed for the night, but you have a key.

"Here we are, professor," Bret says to Tobias, getting out of the car. "Between the two of us we should be able to dig up something from the archives in no time." He unlocks the door of the office.

You know the archives are in the back. You go back there and turn the lights on. Its dusty, people obviously don't come back here very often.

OOC:   What exactly are the 2 of you looking for. You can pick what tobias is looking for, you can look for different things. Then make a library use roll for each of you.

"I'll look into the Hockmock Swamp for the last 15 years. You can go look into the other stuff. Let's hope this time we will find something more worthwhile than vague mumblings." Tobias said as he carefully unlocked the archives with the keys that Bret handed him.

Library Use 50%,[dice]0[/dice]

OOC:   I'm not out til Tuesday, you must mean CrackheadC.

"Okay, I'll try to find those reports specifically relating to hounds in the area 15 years ago, you see if there's any history of any other weird events in the Hockomock like those guys at the speakeasy said."

OOC:   Library Use 70%[dice]0[/dice]

OOC:   The dice is not our friend.

"Well if there's anything here it's buried pretty deep and it's almost 11pm now. You want to burn the midnight oil? We might not get another chance during the day."

Tobias shrugged tiredly. "Sure. Let's go burn the midnight oil. It's not as if it's anything I haven't done before back at the Miskatonic. Let's go have another look at the archives." Tobias quickly skimmed through the contents of many filing cabjnets at once. Looking for the weird events that occurred in the Hockmock Swamp.

Library Use 50%,[dice]0[/dice]

OOC:   The dice is now my friend.

OOC:   Library Use 70%[dice]0[/dice]

"Aha! I think we might have something."

Tobias smiled in satisfaction. "Yes, I think we do." As he said that, he inelegantly pulled out a skimpy file of yellowed newspaper clippings of poor-quality pulp paper, one could've easily missed it if they don't look carefully.. It didn't directly reference any esoteric rambling, or did it directly reference the Hockmock urban legends. But it did say a thing or two about the Hockmock swamp and the community built around it.

Tobias found an article written 21 years ago, almost at the papers inception about the strange occurrences around the Hockomock.
Indian tribes used it as a base of operations to ambush the English during the King Phillip war. Atrocities were committed by the Indians and so they were "put down". Many were killed, a lot of Indian woman and children were sold into slavery. But before they were moved out of the swamp, a shaman placed a curse on the whole swamp that the English had dubbed "Devil's Swamp". Since that time there have been strange sightings of Big Foot, Thunder Birds, glowing lights, and large black hounds with glowing red eyes.

Bret found an article more specific to the hounds themselves. Someone had tracked down the large black hounds occurrences. They are scattered throughout history but date back a hundred years or more. Some of the earlier reports aren't as date specific, it just talks about them being sporadic. As the list gets to within the last 80 years, the dates get more specific. There were reports in 1864, 1876, 1888, 1900, and 1912.

Tobias made a whistling sound. "Man, Big Foot sure likes getting around. Last time I heard about 'im in the papers, he was in the Himalayan Alps. Which I imagine is pretty damned far from here. " He passed article carefully to Bret, he got the feeling that accidentally ripping the fragile paper in half would not be accepted.

"Take at look at this crazy shit, they are talkin' all inconsistent nonsense there in those papers. However, Indian slavery, huh. You guys sure have it pretty bad here the natives." Tobias wrinkled his nose in disapproval, he does not believe the coloured folks are as savage as they're often described in the papers. The thing he hated the most about the Australian papers were their descriptions of the Asian immigrants.

"That's about the shape of it. Well, at least we have something to tell the others at the next meeting. Now I guess we'd better lock up here and head on home to bed. I'm beat." As Bret gets to his feet he notices something. "Hey, wait a second. Look at this. The dates of the hound sightings all occur exactly every 12 years."

"You're right." Tobias exclaimed in surprise. He stared at Bret. "Any idea what this means? I have a bad feeling about this."

"I don't know what it means but I do know that something very strange is going on here..."

Well, I guess we've run out of time to do more research today but at least we have a couple of leads we can check up on tomorrow."

"Agree. We've burnt the midnight oil pretty damned thoroughly. I need to go and get my stuff unpacked and go tell the hotel people that I'm going to extend my room reservation by a few days." Tobias nodded in agreement.

Bentherat,where would Tobias' hotel be?

Tobias,you have a hotel room in Bridgewater I would imagine, I don't think we need to get to specific about that. Feel free to use whatever you like. There was a hotel called the Bridgewater Inn there in the 1920s. You can use that.

OOC:   You didn't really make plans to meet in the morning, but lets assume you did, at say 8 am in the library. You are ahead of the other group, so you can continue to roleplay some till its time to jump to the new thread in the morning. It is midnight right now for you guys.

"Bret, I'm getting a bit tired here. It's been a long day, and I'm afraid the hotel staff might mess up my reservations. Bye."Tobias said, ywaning as he walked towards his car. Within minutes, he drove off towards the Bridgewater Inn to turn in for the night.

After agreeing with Tobias to meet up again the next morning Bret locks up the office and heads home for some shuteye.