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Maxwell's Sanitarium- London, England
7:10 PM - Monday, September 9, 1940

Brook returned about an hour later, as the sun was setting, and rejoined everyone else. "Phyllis stayed behind to keep an eye on the house," she told them. "She'll give us a call if she needs to tell us anything, though she said she was only staying there about another hour before assuming they're staying in."

"I hope she'll be alright out there on her own," says Eugene, chewing a nail nervously.

"I suppose we'd better get set up in the second floor gallery in the main hall."

Eddie cursed under his breath. He wasn't very keen on leaving someone behind. "Alright. Let's get to it. Hopefully the Steadmans will focus on us."

Everyone went up to the gallery to hide, except for Anna who remained in plain sight in the entry hall. They weren't in position for long before the air raid siren sounded.

Benjamin had hid himself behind a pillar, and occasionally carefully glanced down into the hall to see if anything was amiss...

Story crouched down and takes a moment to center himself using a technique he picked up from his Venusian Karate training.

OOC:   Edited to fix a typo.

Elizabeth hides as well, though close enough to Story so she can still see him and call to him if need be. She shivers with fear, wondering what will happen next.

The asylum staff quickly escorted patients to the basement, and soon the place was deserted except for Anna in the entry hall and the others upstairs. TIme passed, and soon the clock in the reception room struck eight.

Eugene Thomson,[b]Eugene[/b] felt an urge to go back to the warehouse where he had nearly died last night, but he was able to resist it. [spoiler]Resistance Table roll (unknown POW 2 vs. [b]Eugene[/b]'s POW 9: 15% chance): [dice]0[/dice][/spoiler]

Eugene clutches his head and whimpers.

"I- I think something's calling me back to the warehouse. I've got this urge to go back there, but that's the last thing I want to do!"

He grabs hold of the nearest fixed object, as if anchoring himself to the spot.

Hearing the whimper Story looks over at Eugene, but remains silent for the moment.

Charles, seeing Eugene in some distress is going to go over to him, and try to calm him down, and/or distract him, trying to start a conversation.

"So, Eugene... tell me more about door to door salesmanship...you must meet some interesting people..."

Charles Psychology:45,[dice]0[/dice]

Eugene smiles weakly.

"Oh, one or two oddballs, yes. I always used to do the suburbs and you'd be amazed at what goes on behind those net curtains..."

He sniffs.

"At least that's what I've been told. I usually got suspicious old ladies answering the door - by god they were tough negotiators: I barely turned a profit most weeks. Daft old bats..."

The thought of bats elicits an involuntary shudder.

Charles Davis,[b]Charles[/b] could tell that [b]Eugene[/b] was terrified, and one of the things that frightened him the most was how dark this gallery was.

OOC,Psychology will let you assess someone's mental state, but to actually do something about it requires a Psychoanalysis roll. You're welcome to try that if you wish (the base skill is 1%), but the one with the best chance is [b]Anna[/b].

Archie had been tagging along with the group but hadn't said much for sometime, deeply troubled by the strange and terrible revelations.

Pulling himself together, he manfully hid behind a balustrade on the first floor gallery.

Just then, the phone on the reception desk started to ring. Anna went over and picked it up. "Yes," she said. "I'm Dr. Anna Jerkins." She paused for a minute, then continued speaking. "Thank you. Good evening." She hung up the phone and went upstairs to where the others were hiding. "I just got a call from a woman who said she was an air raid warden. She told me that she was passing along a message from Phyllis Cruckshank. She said the Steadmans are not going to the hospital, they're hunting in the East End tonight. She took Phyllis to the shelter at St. James's Church about ten minutes ago."

Archie stood up, dusted off his knees and stretched his back, aching from hiding awkwardly.

He looked at the others. "Heaven protect the poor people of the East End tonight. As if Jerry wasn't enough. I think I'd like to get back to St James. Closer to the action."

"I wonder if there is any way we could find these people in the dark?"

OOC:   How hard is it to get back to St James' Church, on foot or on the tube or whatever?

Archie looked around at his brave companions. "Wandering about during an air raid is probably a very bad idea. Shall we wait for the all clear then walk to St James' Church?"

"Keeping a weather eye out for giant bats with tails, of course."

OOC:   Team, I'm the new guy and just throwing out ideas, feel free to shoot me down.

"Well, if Phyllis can make it there, so can we! It looks like nothing is going to happen here, so we're in the wrong place anyhow..." Benjamin said.