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Prospero House - Lexington Avenue, New York.
8:05pm - Thursday 15th January, 1925

A publisher of books with occult or fantastic themes, fiction and nonfiction alike, the offices of Prospero House are located on Lexington Avenue near 35th Street. Most nearby offices and stores have closed for the night, but the lights are still on inside Prospero House, their warm glow illuminating the snowflakes falling outside.

This modest concern does not aim for best sellers, but rather for books that deserve to be published because they will interest select readers for generations to come. The owner Jonah Kensington is always ready to spend an hour or two chatting about the fantastic subject matter of Prospero's books while smoking his pipe. His wife Elizabeth also is his only helper and she is always ready to make a coffee for visitors. All of the investigators who returned from Peru have met Jonah at least once. Amy knows him well.

Jonah was a good friend of Jackson Elias, as well as the editor of all of Jackson's books. Jackson Elias rarely shared details of any of projects with anyone other than Kensington.


Jonah Kensington

Jonah and Elizabeth are both present when Amy leads the investigators into Prospero House from the frigid Lexington Avenue. They look up as the group enter and it is immediately obvious that they already know the news. A evening edition of the NY Times sits on top of Elizabeth's desk, Rebecca Shosenburg's article dominating the front page. Elizabeth has been crying and Jonah stands up immediately to hug Amy, "I'm so sorry Amy, so sorry, I, I tried to phone you, but you weren't at home."

"I can't believe this has happened, I really thought that Jackson was indestructible, he's had so many scrapes and always come through. "

"But I knew as soon as I saw him that this time was different... Before I saw him, I honestly thought he was just, well... just being paranoid."

Jonah hugs Amy more tightly, "I'm so sorry..."

Across the cosy office Elizabeth begins crying again.


Elizabeth Kensington

'My condolences Mrs and Mr Kensington, it's a true tradegy'. Dr. Sánchez will find a place to sit if offered and let the other do the talking.

Luther leans over to Marcus, 'So this Jackson fella, I take it he was my predecessor?'

Amy embraces Jonah Kensington, sobbing into his shoulder. "Thank you," she says at last. "The article doesn't say it, and I'd prefer it not to be made public, but we were there. We interrupted the killers as they were...It was done just like the Voodoo Murders. I...I shot the one who stabbed Jackson. Shot him dead, right before he was about to kill him. I tried to save Jackson, but the wound was mortal. At least we had a few final moments together. If only we'd been a minute earlier..."

"Something like that," Marcus tells Luthor in a whisper. "He was a friend most of us met in Peru. we embarked on an expedition there, saw some things that were... hard to explain, let me put it that way. But it ended with us all getting considerably wealthier. He writes to us a few days ago, says he has a big scoop, so of course I was in t see what it was about. Then when we go to meet him he's dead, and I'm wondering just what in the hell I got myself into."

He greets Jonah and Elisabeth. "The only good news is we sent the murderers back to hell. Still trying to figure out the rest of the folks mixed up in this, but I intend to mete out justice to them as well. Think we all agree with that."

Cynthia greets the Kensingtons grimly. She’s a semi-regular visitor, often on the lookout for new books to help further her studies on the psychology of so-called ‘primitive’ cultures (all the better if she can snag an advance copy).

”This whole thing is a mess. We found a few things in Jackson’s room; looks like he was following up all sorts of leads from all over the world. We know he was looking at the Carlisle expedition, but did he go into the specifics of his research with you?” she asks Jonah.

"What we know is that there are several persons involved and some are still out there. So we need any clue to catch them".- says Anderson.

"My god! You were there? That's horrible"

Jonah nods to the investigators, "It's good that you've put the evil bastards in their graves. If there's more of them, then you have my word that I'll do everything I can to help you."

"Now then," he walks across to a cupboard and takes out a folder containing his correspondence with Jackson.

"I don't understand how the Carlyle Expedition business can be linked to the Voodoo killings here, but Jackson left here in May just planning to look into that Larkin guy's history.

"He ended up travelling the World following clues about the Carlyle Massacre. Told me that this was his biggest story ever and that it would make us both rich."

Kensington glances awkwardly at Amy and considers for a moment before continuing, "I'm afraid to say that Jackson had become a little unhinged when he returned to New York this week. I wasn't sure what to make of it.

"He had already been persuaded that a blood cult had massacred the Carlyle Expedition, but that not all of the principals of the expedition had been killed.

"But when he called in here on Tuesday, he was hardly the man that I knew. Didn't look like he'd slept for days, unkempt and jumpy. He took a letter I'd received for him from the library at Harvard and gave me the most unintelligible draft notes I've ever seen. Told me that 'everything is in there, if they get me' and left."

He looks remorseful, "I almost threw the damned things in the trash, it's just garbage. And now he's dead, they did get to him."

Jonah pulls a letter out from the correspondence file, "Anyway, we'll get to them and you'll see what I mean. Might as start at the beginning."

He passes the letter to the nearest investigator, it is a letter handwritten on stationary from the Savoy Hotel, dated June 20, 1924.

"This was the first mention of Carlyle, from the most tenuous of links, Jackson always could sniff out the big story."



He waits for the investigators to pass around the letter before he continues the story. "A couple of months later I received a second letter, this time from Kenya. He followed up on Carlyle, spoken to the natives and thought that not all of the expedition were killed."



"I received the notes that he promised a little later, I'll show you when you've finished with the letter.

"At this point all seemed well, everything including the this first set of notes were the usual quality investigative work that Jackson always pulls off."

Elizabeth brings in a tray full of steaming coffee mugs while the two letters are passed around.

“So this dame links Larkin to Carlisle huh?” Cynthia declares as she hands the letters to the others.

"Thank you," says Amy, giving Elizabeth a hug and accepting a mug of coffee, which she sips. "That was the last thing Jackson told me. He said that all the members of the expedition were still alive, and that we had to stop them. And there is a connection between the Carlyle expedition and the Voodoo Murders. Victoria Post, Erica Carlyle's companion, was one of the victims. This African lady must have had something to do with the expedition, since she was connected to Roger Carlyle."

"Yes, this African lady who linked both Larkin and Carlyle was the whole reason that Jackson decided that there might be more to the whole Carlyle Massacre story than what made the news, Jackson called the mystery lady 'Anastasia' by the way."

Jonah has a sip of his coffee, "Jackson really wasn't a believer in coincidences, his murder and the murder of Victoria Post means that there must be a connection between the murders in Harlem and the massacre in Kenya.

"Speaking of which," Jonah pulls a collection of papers out of the folder and hands them to the investigators.

"These are the notes that Jackson sent to me from Nairoba, immediately before he departed bound for Hong Kong, where he hoped to locate Jack Brady."

ooc,[ooc]All these handouts have a higher resolution / larger copy if you click them. I'll wait again until you've had chance to comment on them before continuing Kensington's narrative.[/ooc]

'Facinating' says Dr. Sánchez from his corner 'this investigation will take us all over the planet if we follow all leads. Please continue... do you have more information?'

"She must be this 'Anastasia' mentioned in this last page," says Amy as she finishes reading. "She may be the high priestess as well. She could be running this whole death cult in Kenya."

“Might be worth checking when Maybelle started her club...” muses Cynthia.

"What do you think that happened? The expedition was attacked, the white members run away and left the black to be killed? Or this cult only attacked the black people because they were seen as traitors to give information to outsiders? Or something even more sinister?" - says Anderson.

Not the best at reading, Luther struggles to follow the text. 'Apart from Brady, you seen signs of anyone else?'

"I think it's fair to say this Anastasia is our prime suspect at the moment. Larkin was changed. I wonder if Carlyle suffered the same fate."

Marcus looks around at the others, questioning if they should tell the story of what really happened in Peru. It was unbelievable, but if those events were connected to the here and now, maybe it would be good for everyone to be on the same page.

OOC:   And suffer san loss

"Or the white members of the expedition - and Anastasia - killed the black ones," suggests Amy. "They'd had to have had help, though. There probably weren't enough of them to kill all the bearers by themselves."

Silver Priest wrote: Marcus looks around at the others, questioning if they should tell the story of what really happened in Peru. It was unbelievable, but if those events were connected to the here and now, maybe it would be good for everyone to be on the same page.

Dr. Sánchez having his own traumas and unconsciously taking to his acid burned arm, shakes his head in disapproval when Marcus glances at him

Mr. Handy wrote:

"Or the white members of the expedition - and Anastasia - killed the black ones," suggests Amy. "They'd had to have had help, though. There probably weren't enough of them to kill all the bearers by themselves."

"That also make some sense, Maybe they suspected of foul play. But why run away?"

"If that black-eyed thing that possessed Larkin was behind it, who know what motivated them?" asks Cynthia.

Luther raises his eyebrow at the talk of possession but decides he'd be better off cornering Marcus later to get the lowdown on these crazies.

Jonah also gives Cynthia a curious look when she mentions Larkin's possession, but he doesn't ask about it.

He answers Luther question first, "I now know that Jackson is, erm damn," he glances apologetically at Amy, "I mean was convinced that several, perhaps all of the expedition principles are still alive. He told me that on Tuesday."

Make a successful psychology roll to peek in here,[b]Jonah [/b]keeps glancing nervously at the document folder, and at [b]Amy[/b], whenever he mentions meeting Jackson recently. He really doesn't want her to see something in there... He also bites his lip when he mentions Jackson's good quality notes a little later in this post.

His voice lowers a little as he carries on, "I have no idea whatsoever whether he actually located any evidence to back up his suspicions. He made so little sense when we met this week."

Jonah has another drink from his cup, and changes subject a little, "Anyway, In mid-September I received a wire from Jackson. He was in Hong Kong and his investigation was going well.

"I didn't keep the telegram, I rarely do, they contain so little detail and as you can see Jackson's notes are always good quality. His previous telegram had been to ask for funds for the damn hotel in Nairobi, always the best hotels for Jackson when he travels."

He gestures with two empty hands and says, "And then - nothing."

"No word, no letters, no notes, nothing for three months until December the 16th, when I received a rather odd telegram."

Concentrating for a moment, Jonah quotes his friend's telegram from memory:
"BACK IN LONDON STOP
SEEN UNBELIEVABLE THINGS STOP
JUST NEED THE MISSIING PIECE STOP
BACK IN NY SOON STOP
J"

He looks around the gathered faces, "And that's the last I heard before Tuesday, when Jackson arrived unexpectedly in the office, he'd travelled by steamship - a freighter called the Phalerope he said - that much made sense...

"...but then he said 'so they won't be onto me yet, need to get the others' - you guys I guess - 'it's all connected, don't you see Jonah?'""

Looking very stressed, Jonah says, "I can't even remember everything that he said now, He said that you'd understand, but I'm not sure anyone would. He said that he made a mistake in London or maybe it was that he'd made a mistake going to London? I'm not sure, but I'm sure he said that he needed to go back there, but not alone and not be so dumb this time.

"Oh and something about travelling to Australia as well? He said there is a 'timetable' and there might still be time, I was about to ask what he meant by that, but he got he even more agitated and left immediately when I gave him the letter from Miriam at Harvard.

"I'm so sorry I can't even remember properly what he said."

While Amy knows Jonah well, she can't read his expression. "We hadn't even known he had already arrived two days ago until the police told us," she says. "I'd thought he had come in this morning, when he first called us. I wonder where else he went and what he did the last couple of days."

OOC,Psychology roll (61% skill) about [b]Jonah[/b]: [dice]0[/dice] That fails, unless maybe I get a bonus die for knowing him well?

Psychology 40,[dice]0[/dice]

When Jonah mentions Jackson thinking it was all connected, Marcus nods as though confirming something to himself.

Psychology 79,[dice]0[/dice]

Bonus die,[dice]1[/dice]

Cynthia notices how the publisher seems to be trying to keep something in the folder from Amy; no doubt to protect her from something.

She beckons him over, asking if she can use his phone. When they are out of earshot from their friend, she says:

“Okay, what’s in the folder you don’t want us to see?”

Anderson says:
"Probably like in Peru again, only this time there are probably more people involved. So it seems we need to go to London after all and then maybe Australia?"

Jonah accompanies Cynthia to the phone in the back office; he doesn't let go of the correspondence folder for a second.

jp1885 wrote:When they are out of earshot from their friend, she says:

“Okay, what’s in the folder you don’t want us to see?”

After another guilty glance towards Amy, Jonah pushes the door to the office so that it is only open a crack and speaks quietly to Cynthia, "It's the damned notes that he brought back with him from London. She can't see them, it'll break her heart. I can scarcely bear to read them myself!"

Kensington considers his options for a moment.

"Wait here a second," the publisher steps back into the front office and says, "Doctor Sánchez, could you just have a look at this with us? It will only take a minute or two."

Raiko wrote:
"Wait here a second," the publisher steps back into the front office and says, "Doctor Sánchez, could you just have a look at this with us? It will only take a minute or two."

'Yes of course' Dr. Sánchez enters the office 'how can I be at help?'

Amy is oblivious to the silent exchanges, overwhelmed by the notes she's been reading.

Jonah removes a small booklet from the folder and passes it to Cynthia and Nemesio. It has been constructed from five sheets of large letter paper, folded and and stitched together to form a small quarto volume of 40 pages.

"These are the notes that Jackson made during his second visit to London, immediately before returning to New York. I think you'll understand why I was reluctant to show them to anyone."

Inside it is clearly the diary of a madman. The handwriting, although clearly that of Jackson Elias is written in agitation and is almost entirely illegible. Frequently a page or more are blank; other pages have a single word repeated again and again in miniscule letters - in one case that word is Amy. Some of pages are written upside down, one page may be a cypher - or perhaps just a lot of random letters.

Amongst the mad scribblings a few legible words can be made out: Many names, many forms, but all the same and toward one end... Need Help... ask the others? Too big, too ghastly. These dreams... dreams like Carlyle’s? Check that psychoanalyst’s files... All of them survived! They’ll open the gate. Why?... so the power and the danger is real. They... many threads beginning... The books are in Carlyle’s safe... Coming for me. Will the ocean protect? Ho Ho, no quitters now. Must tell, and make readers. Believe. Should I scream for them? No no no let’s scream together.

Cynthia supresses a gasp at her normally stolid friend's manic writing.

"Damn... I see why you wanted to keep this from Amy..." She turns to Sanchez. "What d'you think? Do we need to show it to her yet?"

Returning to the notes, she frowns at the numbers.

"I dunno about these numbers, perhaps we can work them out; but the psychoanalyst must be Huston - I could speak to the faculty and find out where his files are - someone there must've worked with him. Looks like we also need Carlyle's books, but where's this safe? Jackson clearly knows- I mean knew."

She shudders, remembering the sound of the Father of Maggots slithering behind the wall under that pyramid.

"If there's a gate being opened, it's up to us to keep the godamned thing shut!"

jp1885 wrote:

Cynthia supresses a gasp at her normally stolid friend's manic writing.

"Damn... I see why you wanted to keep this from Amy..." She turns to Sanchez. "What d'you think? Do we need to show it to her yet?"

Returning to the notes, she frowns at the numbers.

"I dunno about these numbers, perhaps we can work them out; but the psychoanalyst must be Huston - I could speak to the faculty and find out where his files are - someone there must've worked with him. Looks like we also need Carlyle's books, but where's this safe? Jackson clearly knows- I mean knew."

She shudders, remembering the sound of the Father of Maggots slithering behind the wall under that pyramid.

"If there's a gate being opened, it's up to us to keep the godamned thing shut!"

'This is just horrible' Dr. Sánchez folds the pages and put them in his pocket and suddenly uttering 'Dios mio y Madre Santa protegenos' making the sign pof the cross ower his chest, he turns to Cynthia 'we must tell her, she deserves to know, i think shes strong enough in her mind to cope.' Dr. Sánchez sights loudly '
So Huston's files and Carlyle's book, or books maybe? how would we be able to convince his sister to give them up? I don't know but we must try to obtain both. Thank you so much Mr. Kensington for this... this is of enormous help in our investigation'

"Thank you both," says Kensington, "please take care of that, and please don't show it to anyone outside your group unless you really have to."

Jonah walks back into the front office to re-join the others.

"I'm afraid that's everything I have about Jackson's latest book, I've no idea what he did after he left my office other than what I've already said.

"Is there's anything else that I can do to help?"

ooc,I know that you're planning to call Miriam Atwright at Harvard from Kensington's phone (Cynthia might already be going to do that I guess), but I think I've given out all the helpful information that Jonah has available for the moment. Proper out of character, metagaming stuff now: Please stay in touch with Jonah Kensington. As you all know this campaign does have a bit of a reputation for killing investigators or shattering their sanity. Jonah Kensington is the first NPC that the campaign recommends to kick start the campaign, should you wish to carry on in the event of a TPK (or TPI?). And so, he is the one and only NPC who I will [b][i]ever [/i][/b]tell you out of character that you can trust (assuming he survives this chapter himself!!!! Which is certainly not guaranteed. :twisted:).

"Did Jackson say anything about the manuscript for the book he's writing, or where it might be?" asks Amy.

The operator connects Cynthia's call through to the Harvard University library, but there is no answer at this late hour.

Mr. Handy wrote:"Did Jackson say anything about the manuscript for the book he's writing, or where it might be?" asks Amy.

"No," says Jonah, "There won't be a manuscript as such I'm afraid. Jackson purely makes notes like those he sent from Kenya whilst in the field.

"He would started working on the manuscript after returning home normally. So sadly that won't happen now."

Jackson's friend looks thoughtful for a moment, "I wonder what went on in China though; Jackson said that he'd made good progress with his investigation, so there must be notes, normally he'd send them to me before leaving the country, but I didn't receive anything from him before he wired from London."

"The notes mentioned EC, who must be Erica Carlyle," says Amy. "We arranged a meeting for tomorrow morning with her lawyer, Bradley Gray, in the hopes of arranging a meeting with her. I had planned for Jackson to join some of us there, but..." She sniffles again.

Cynthia replaces the reciever a little harder than she should and returns to the others.

"No dice at Harvard, I'll try again tomorrow while I'm looking into Huston."

She cocks her head at Sanchez.

"You showed Amy the notes I guess? We should skedaddle anyhow and leave our hosts in peace."

jp1885 wrote: She cocks her head at Sanchez.

"You showed Amy the notes I guess? We should skedaddle anyhow and leave our hosts in peace."

'Actually I didn't' he hesitates turn to Cinthia again 'please you do it I, I don't think I could present I soft enough, you know... It might need a female touch'

Cynthia sighs and hands the notes to Amy.

“Steel yourself; this don’t make for easy reading.”

jp1885 wrote:

Cynthia sighs and hands the notes to Amy.

“Steel yourself; this don’t make for easy reading.”

Dr. Sánchez raises his eyebrows.

[ic-think],Madre Santa,que mujer... eso lo podria haber echo yo[/ic-think]

Anderson looks at Sanchez puzzled but wait to see Amy reaction.

Amy sits down in a nearby chair before reading the notes. As she does, she slumps over and the tears begin to flow freely again.

Cynthia hugs her friend whilst apologising profusely.

Luther gives Marcus a look and rolls his eyes. A bit too much female emotion for his comfort.

Marcus shares his friend's annoyance, though he's more uncomfortable than anything.

"We'll get those bastards, Amy." He tells her, offering the only comfort he knows.

"Thank you," sniffles Amy, nodding.

“Once I’ve made the phone call to Harvard and asked around about Huston, I’ll tag along,” says Cynthia.

"I'll go along as well," Marcus adds.

The Hall of Mexico and Central America at The American Museum of Natural History - New York
8:30am - Friday 16th January, 1925

The investigators meet bright and early in Nemesio's office at the museum, there is still an hour before the meeting that Amy has arranged with Bradley Grey, Erica Carlyle's lawyer, at 9:30am and so plenty of time to get to the offices of Whittleby and Grey on West 57th Street. The snow has stopped today and the skies are blue, although it is still bitterly cold and snow is heaped on the sidewalks. The El trains are badly disrupted by the wintery conditions and Manhattan commuters face another miserable day; everyone hopes that the city will thaw during the weekend.

Before the group split into two Cynthia phones Harvard again and is relieved to find that Miriam Atwright starts work early, she answers the phone on the second ring:

<<Hello Harvard University Library, Miriam Atwright speaking.>>

OOC:   Regarding Doctor Huston's notes about Carlyle, I'd have given some information for free if any of the investigators had 50%+ Medicine, but you all have 1%! So I'll give it here for anyone who passes either a Law roll or HARD EDU roll. Make one roll only per investigator please.

Law Skill success or HARD Knowledge (EDU) Success,In the event of Doctor Huston's death, the records from his practice would normally be sealed and stored at the Medical Affairs Board. It won't be easy to gain access.

"Dr. Huston's notes would have been sent to the Medical Affairs Board after he was declared dead," says Amy, "but it won't be easy to get at them."

OOC,EDU roll (76 / 2 = 38% stat) about the notes: [dice]0[/dice]

Law 25%,[dice]0[/dice]

"Not really my area of expertise," Marcus admits. "Don't think the board would be the kind of place we could easily break into either."

“Uh, hi. My name’s Cynthia Vallier and I’m a friend of Jackson Elias. I believe he wrote to you asking about a certain book; I have your reply dated November 7th 1924. I’m sorry to say that Mr. Elias was murdered last night. We’re trying to put his affairs in order and wondered if he ever did obtain the book? If so we can arrange to return it to you. May I ask which book this refers to?”

EDU 66 big fail!,[dice]0[/dice]

Cynthia is too busy talking to Atwright to think of anything else.

failed EDU 94%,[dice]0[/dice]

Dr. Sánchez is absent-minded thinking about breakfast.

"No, we won't be breaking in," says Amy.

OOC,Oh, thanks! 8-)

<<Jackson is dead? Oh my...>>

The line goes quiet for a few seconds, when she speaks again Miriam's voice is shaky, clearly she knew Jackson well.

<<How did this happen Miss Vallier? Oh this is terrible news..>>

<<Oh, the book? It was called Africa's Dark Sects, and no I'm afraid we never got the book to Jackson, it mysteriously vanished from the library several months before Jackson requested it.>>

<<I even remember the day, there was an unspeakable odour in the library that morning when we noticed that the Sects book was missing.>>

ooc,Those bits of information always cause some surprised looks from players in tabletop sessions. Read 'em out loud. Heh! "It's called what?"

Cynthia thanks Miriam, after sombrely summarising the grisly events of the previous night.

“Do you know of any other copies in existence? Maybe here in New York?”

Miriam listens to Cynthia explaining the previous night's events and then answers her question.

<<No dear, I'm afraid the book is very rare, perhaps unique. The author - the English explorer Nigel Blackwell - disappeared in the Belgian Congo in 1919 and is presumed to be dead.>>

<<His notes from his African safaris were compiled for publication in 1920 as Africa's Dark Secrets by one party while Blackwell's estate was contested, probably in an attempt to profit from them. A law suit by the family halted publication through, and most or probably all copies of Africa's Dark Secrets were destroyed. It's possible that one or two copies might exist in Great Britain, with private collectors or the British Library, but I doubt it.>>

<<This copy - with Blackwell's original title of Africa's Dark Sects - was likely a proof, and we believe to be the only copy that actually made it to the United States.>>

<<I've never read the book, but I understand that the author documented the practices of a number of supposed African cults during his travels. He was quite obsessed with such practices and this is why his heirs wanted publication to be halted.>>

Miriam sniffles a little bit, then offers to help

<<I can look into this Cult of the Bloody Tongue for you if you like? If these killers in Harlem are masquerading as an old African cult, then it's possible that we have books other than Nigel Blackwell's memoires that might discuss them. Could you describe this symbol?>>

<<Jackson was a good friend, I'd like to help you if I can.>>

OOC,I've assumed that Cynthia has mentioned the Bloody Tongue Cult and the ritual scar to Miriam when describing tonight's events. [quote="Mr. Handy"]That book also just cropped up in [url=https://www.callofcthulhu.org.uk/pbp/viewtopic.php?p=241941#p241941]another game[/url] I'm playing in here. Apparently the author was making a double entendre. ;)[/quote] Lol, uncanny timing.

“Sure, your help would be much appreciated.”

Cynthia describes the symbol, trying hard to keep the feeling of bitterness rising within her out of her voice.

“Please be very careful though: some folks may not take kindly to this.”

“Oh, one last thing: does your library have a signing-in book? Any indication who might’ve been around when the book went missing?”

"Cynthia, ask if she knows anybody else that has read the book that could help us".- says Anderson.

Nodding, Cynthia relays Anderson’s excellent question.

<<I'll look into that for you Cynthia>>

<<If you phone me back this afternoon, I'll let you know what I can, or I can phone you this evening if you prefer?>>

OOC:   Apologies, I've run out of time today and need to get up very early tomorrow, so I've got to get to bed. I will get those new threads up tomorrow.

“I’ll try to call this afternoon, but if I’m waylaid then please call me this evening,” Cynthia says, hedging her bets.

OOC:   Cynthia, Marcus and Michael: Please continue posting in [IC]Chapter 1.8a - Emerson Imports.

OOC:   Amy, Nemesio and Luther: Please continue posting in [IC]Chapter 1.8b - Legal Matters.