Royal palm hotel

[Philulhu]

SAN (60%) 1d100

Rachel blanched at the sight of the dead bodies - that certainly wasn’t what she thought she’d be involved in. She stepped back on shaky legs, finding a seat and sitting down.

”Why… why have I been involved in this?” she asked.

[Mephistophilis]

Studying the annotated map carefully, Bill tries to figure out a pattern in the deaths. Turning it around, peering at it, is that...?

Bill has 85% Idea roll and 70% Spot Hidden - if we're looking for patterns in the map I'd say it's one of those, Idea if it is more complex, Spot Hidden if it is say a simple geometric pattern. Here's my roll LLd%. That's be an extreme success on the Idea roll, hard success on the Spot Hidden. Bill is on fire

[Borderline]

Please take 1d3 San loss

Bill isn't able to say for sure but the pattern does have an unnatural quality, certainly not purely random. The epicenter that the incidents seem to spring out from hold many areas of interest as it is also the town center. Bill spots a hospital, a large residential section, a post office and a sanitarium. Mr. Golf, seeing Rachel's reaction in particular strolls to the cabinet and produces four rocks glasses. He offers Rachel a drink and motions likewise to the others.

[Philulhu]

”Thank… thank you’” said Rachel, taking the glass and sipping from it. She looked up and said, ”Who are you all? And why are we here?”

[aine]

Albert goes to sit next to Rachel.
“Don’t worry, Miss. You’re very brave for a dame; most of ‘em would faint dead away. Mr Gilmore there, well he’s super smart and ‘ll track who dunnit toot suite. I’m his special assistant, Oo!” He sees the glasses being filled and leaps up to get one.

[Mephistophilis]

Bill slaps down Albert's hand as he reaches for a drink, 'No chance son. It's against the law twice over for you.'

Taking his own drink Bill knocks it back, 'I don't usually but...'

Laying out the map he points out the centre of town with the hospital and sanitarium. 'It's possible he's based around here and coming outwards to commit the crimes. I'm assuming it's a he and I'm assuming it's a particularly screwed up murderer. Because it usually is.'

[Borderline]

Mr. Golf is sufficiently impressed with Bill's quick work and hunches over to ponder the map.

[Philulhu]

The spreading warmth of the drink helped to revive Rachel’s spirits. ”Are we looking for a murderer?” she asked, looking slightly shocked.

[Mephistophilis]

'Well what's the alternative explanation? They all saw a ghost and died of fright?' sniffs Bill.

[Mr. Handy]

"Yes, don't worry, Miss," says Ralph. "The pictures are very unnerving." He forgoes the drink, as Prohibition is in effect. Technically it's legal as long as nobody is actually paying for it, but it would still feel wrong. "We should hope not; it's hard to put handcuffs on a ghost. But we do need to consider that if we do find the murderer - or murderers - how to avoid ending up dead ourselves."

[Borderline]

Mr.Golf-
"Staying alive that is the trick. Do your best to get to the bottom of this and I'll be sure to update you as more info rolls in."

Characters may add in any final actions for the meeting or retire to thier rooms and add any other additional activities they may want to do. When ready proceed to your appointment at the Worth residence

[aine]

Albert’s not worried about missing out on a drink; he’s already on cloud nine as it is. He grins at Bill, says goodnight to everyone and heads back to 3B, thinking he’s far too excited to sleep.
When Bill gets back to the room, he’ll find Albert conked out, already fast asleep.

[Mephistophilis]

Finishing up with Mr Golf, Bill retires to his room. He sits down heavily on the bed, sighing deeply. Looking at the snoring figure of Albert he shakes his head, 'I shouldn't have involved the boy.'

But he needs some legs to chase down the leads, and he isn't getting any younger. It's about the investigation, always has been, one more connundrum to solve, one more wrong'un brought to justice.

Absent mindedly he takes out and strips his pistol. 'Something about this case smells funny.' He's done a few of these hush hush jobs before, not sure exactly where they come from but he suspects someone high up in Treasury, maybe Waldren, but it didn't much matter. There was a job to be done and Bill Gilmore knew how to do it, 'Still knows how to do it.'

But still, something was off and he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Why all these civilians involved? 'Frightened to death? Bullshit!

Still, it kept his mind off...off other things.

Changing into his nightclothes Bill ensures the door is double locked and places his pistol on the bedside table, away from Albert's reach.

[Philulhu]

Rachel headed for the room she was booked into. She closed the door and leaned against it, feeling exhausted. She wondered again why she was here? The men seemed to know what they were doing - well, except for Albert who was little more than a kid.

Should she stay or go home? She knew her father would tell her to be brave, to stick it out, so she resolved to stay, although she pulled the dressing table across the door, just to be on the safe side…

[Borderline]

Rachel dreams that night, the details are foggy but she remembers being terrified causing fitful sleep. She fights back against the horror however and finds it exhilarating to the point where she wakes wanting to go back to sleep and finish the action but cannot.

[Mr. Handy]

Ralph also returns to his room in the hotel, running over the mystery in his head.

[Borderline]

Ralph dreams that he is sailing with his father. From across the deck he looks over just in time to see his dad fall overboard. When he runs to look over the side there's nothing there and he wakes with a start.