Call of Cthulhu Online Game
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Transcript of first session -- March 20th, 1993

---> Background
Delta Green is an unofficial group consisting of members of national law 
enforcement, intelligence, and the military. Delta Green itself has no 
funding, but those who run it channel funds, equipment, and personnel as 
needed from whatever agency or military branch they happen to work for. 
Delta Green specializes in situations where the members feel rivalries 
among different parts of government would make efficient problem-solving 
difficult, not to mention keeping things secret. For the most part, this 
has meant dealing with the paranormal and particularly the Cthulhu 
Mythos.

Delta Green, sadly, is not an intelligence-gathering body; its focus is 
problem resolution. Those who carry out Delta Green missions rarely learn 
anything about what they face: they simply go somewhere, do something, 
and come home. As a result, Delta Green's organizers aren't very informed 
about the Mythos. They fear what could happen if they had a 
well-developed central database, since this would make them targets. 
Delta Green walks a fine line between ignorance and knowledge.

Delta Green's agents are not full-time; they work, in various capacities, 
for other groups such as the FBI, the NSA, the Army, the IRS, etc. They 
are "assigned" to a Delta Green mission by their DG-member supervisors, 
who camoflauge their activities as being part of their regular duties. 
There are no regular meetings, no headquarters, etc.; members simply 
contact each other when their respective agency stumbles on something 
that Delta Green is better capable of handling. Thus there is no Delta 
Green database, no files, no letterhead or reports. To gather a full 
profile of all their activities, one would have to comb the files of most 
national government bodies, finding evidence of operations sanctioned 
hastily and with little apparent result. Scattered thusly, Delta Green is 
hard to locate; only if such reports were assembled and considered in 
the aggregate would a clearer picture emerge.

In other words, Delta Green is little more than an ad hoc assembly of 
people "in the know," an old-boys'-network if you will, with no central 
command. When one member happens upon something, he or shee contacts a 
few others who might be of help and they deal with the situation. Any 
knowledge gained is effectively lost due to the lack of any real 
structure.

As a government agent of some sort, the characters are aware of the above 
information; in the past, they may have participated in one or perhaps 
two Delta Green Ops. They have therefore had some form of contact with 
the supernatural, though they know little about it.

---> Players:
Mr Shiny -- Agent Kyle Fenemore, F.B.I.
Xel -- George Marshall, astronomer for NASA
The Gamer -- Clarence Starbird, F.B.I. trainee

Fenemore and Marshall worked together once before in the investigation of 
a NASA scientist who fell under the influence of a group called the 
Brotherhood of Christ. Starbird is a promising trainee whose masterŐs 
paper was on supernatural-oriented cults.

Agent Starbird was not present for the first part of the session, but 
experienced the same things retroactively.

--->Transcript
3/20/93 12:45:58 PM Opening "DG Game 1" for recording.

Pagan Pub  : It's 2am, Saturday March 20th, 1993.
Pagan Pub  : Where would each of you be? Asleep? Partying? Reading? What?


George Marshall: I'm working overtime in my office - alone-in the dark - 
on my computer.

Agent Fenemore: Getting some much-needed shu-teye after treating myself 
to a warm piece of pie and a cold glass of milk

Pagan Pub  : Good pie I hope.

Agent Fenemore: Wonderful pie, although not quite as good as...

Pagan Pub  : Same thing happens to both of you.
Pagan Pub  : Phone rings.

Agent Fenemore: Hello?

George Marshall: I turn on After Dark(tm) and pick up the phone.
George Marshall: Hello?

Pagan Pub  : This is Agent Garcon of the Secret Service.

Agent Fenemore: How can I assist you?

Pagan Pub  : Tickets have been purchased in your name at the local 
airport.
Pagan Pub  : You are to leave within the hour.
Pagan Pub  : I will be awaiting you at Lambert Airport in St. Louis, 
Missouri.
Pagan Pub  : This op is unofficially classified code:delta green.

George Marshall: yes, sir.

Agent Fenemore: How will I know you?

Pagan Pub  : I'll know you.
Pagan Pub  : Bring clothes for several days. And whatever else you feel 
appropriate.
Pagan Pub  : And wear a suit.
Pagan Pub  : <click>

Agent Fenemore: :::hang up::: - dress efficeiently and grab bag of 
essentials (always packed) - drive to airport
Agent Fenemore: on way, make tape for Denise. Driving at this time of 
night can be quite exhilarating.

George Marshall: ::turn off computer, grab coat, go home.
George Marshall: pack clothes, go to airport.
George Marshall: get $1500 from ATM at terminal, a couple of magazines, 
and lots of pencils.

Agent Fenemore: Pick up white courtesy telephone at airport to fimd 
flight number

Pagan Pub  : anything I should know about that the airport would be 
concerned with? guns, drugs, whatever?

George Marshall: I have a 9mm in my coat. should check it.

Agent Fenemore: Standard issue FBI 45 automatic, two loaded clips on my 
person - one hundred rounds in luggage.  I present my credentials to the 
apprpriate officials

Pagan Pub  : You can put it in your luggage for cargo hold if you like. 
Fenemore, you have FBI identification and concealed weapon permit. 
Marshall, you have gun permit, but nothing more. Just put it in suitcase 
and it'll be fine.

George Marshall: ok.
George Marshall: I get on the plane early and read my papers.
George Marshall: What kind of plane?

Pagan Pub  : depends on where you live and how big the airport is...small 
commuter plane if you're in the boonies.

Agent Fenemore: request seat in tail unit of plane.  Chew doulbemint 
while humming softly to aid inner ear equalization

George Marshall: I'm at Logan, so probably big plane.  get aisle seat.

Pagan Pub  : No problem. Your flights are uneventful.
Pagan Pub  : Each of you touches down within a half-hour of each other at 
Lambert Airport in St. Louis.

Agent Fenemore: Make mental note of the unaesthetic color scheme - orange 
and rust

Pagan Pub  : Disembarking, a tall stocky man with slick black hair in a 
grey suit greets you.
Pagan Pub  : He motions you to his side. When both of you have arrived, 
he says simply "come with me."

Agent Fenemore: I do

George Marshall: i do.
George Marshall: ::glance at Shiny::

Pagan Pub  : As the three of you begin to walk through the concourse, he 
motions to two men lounging nearby.
Pagan Pub  : They both wear suits with little earphone things.
Pagan Pub  : They walk up and join your group, about ten feet behind.

George Marshall: polite yet silent greeting.
George Marshall: look for badges.

Agent Fenemore: Scan them - note appearance - approximate locations of 
weapons, probable handed-ness

Pagan Pub  : (Shiny, the two guys are armed, shoulder holsters, standerd 
govt. issue)
Pagan Pub  : Guy who greeted you walks in front, swiftly. He looks over 
his shoulder briefly and says, "I'm Special Agent Gaston. The two of you 
were recommended by a colleage of mine."

Agent Fenemore: and that would be?

George Marshall: "George C. Marshall, sir."

Pagan Pub  : "I know, Mr. Marshall. Agent Fenemore, your superior said 
you were suited to this assignment."
Pagan Pub  : "And Mr. Marshall as well.

Agent Fenemore: "Because of our shared experience?"

Pagan Pub  : "I don't know the details, but they don't concern me."

Agent Fenemore: "I trust you will take us to someone for briefing?"

George Marshall: "This isnŐt about those stupid 'monsters,' is it? 

Pagan Pub  : "I'll debrief you in the car. Another agent will join us 
there."

Agent Fenemore: "Well, let's go."

George Marshall: ::stop for donut at airport concession stand::

Pagan Pub  : Okay, George and Kyle, you are led out to a large government 
limo waiting outside the airport.

Agent Fenemore: ok

George Marshall: ya.

Pagan Pub  : The two guys behind you climb into the front seat.

Agent Fenemore: George, mind if I have a donut?

George Marshall: "jelly or cocconut?

Agent Fenemore: mmm - coconut

George Marshall: ::give donut::

Pagan Pub  : Gaston opens two of the back doors and the three of you 
climb in. There's someone else inside already.

Agent Fenemore: check him out

George Marshall: check door locks & windows

Pagan Pub  : Windows are tinted but not bulletproof. Doors are unlocked.

Agent Starbird: "Good morning"
Agent Starbird: "It *is* morning, isn't it?"

Pagan Pub  : About 5am.

George Marshall: ::handshake:: "George Marshall"

Agent Fenemore: "Hello, Kyle Fenemore, FBI." extend hand

Agent Starbird: ::return handshake:: "Clarence Starbird"

Pagan Pub  : The car starts and pulls out. There is glass separating the 
back compartment from the front seats.
Pagan Pub  : Gaston fidgets while you introduce yourselves.

George Marshall: 1 or 2 people  in front? 

Pagan Pub  : 3. Driver and two goons.

George Marshall: now thats not a nice word...]

Pagan Pub  : Secret Service goons.

George Marshall: call them "protectionists"

Agent Starbird: keeping an eye on our two friends in front -- are we 
being watched? Ignored?

Pagan Pub  : They're ignoring you. Can't hear anything you say.
Pagan Pub  : Gaston begins to speak. "You gentleman are here at my 
request. Officially, you are here ONLY as observers and consultants, 
assisting with an investigation."

Agent Starbird: "Any idea what this is about? I got woke up by Derringer 
in Quantico, and next thing I know, here I am

Pagan Pub  : "You are NOT in charge of the investigation. I am."

Agent Starbird: ::nodding politely::

George Marshall: it IS about these "monsters", isnt it?

Pagan Pub  : "I don't belive in monsters, George. Except human ones."
Pagan Pub  : "Unofficially, as I said this op is classified Delta Green. 
You are here for that reason.
Pagan Pub  : Unofficially, you can direct your own investigation 
alongside the official one.

Agent Fenemore: Clarence, are you with the Bureau?

Agent Starbird: "I'm still in the Academy at Quantico. But Mr. Derringer 
felt I had some background that would be helpful here."

Agent Fenemore: "Clarence, I'm sure you'll make an excellant agent.  
What's your concentration?"

Agent Starbird: "Cult and paranormal activity."

Agent Fenemore: "Is Armitage still teaching?"

Pagan Pub  : "Officially, this is an investigation into a terrorist 
attack against a United States Senator and a chief executive of 
McDonnell-Douglas Corp."
Pagan Pub  : He hands out some files to each of you, pretty slim.

Agent Fenemore: Sounds like the Brotherhood of Christ - I thought we had 
put an end to them.

Pagan Pub  : Gaston shakes his head. "I think the Brotherhood is a null 
entity these days."
Pagan Pub  : The files describe two individuals.

Agent Starbird: ::lost in thought, looking at the files::

Pagan Pub  : First: Senator Anthony DiTorrio, D-MO
Pagan Pub  : In his early 50s. DiTorrio has been in the Senate for nearly 
two decades. He is chairman of the Senate Armed Services Committee.
Pagan Pub  : The other man is Major Larry Daniels, retired. member of the 
board of directors for McDonnell-Douglas Corporation (one of the largest 
suppliers of military aircraft)

Agent Fenemore: Di Torrio - suspected organized crime connections?

Agent Starbird: Hey, Kyle, just because his name ends in a vowel...

Pagan Pub  : No, DiTorrio is as clean as any senator is.

Agent Fenemore: wouldn't be the first time! ;)

Agent Starbird: Daniels is retired Air Force?

Pagan Pub  : Correct.
Pagan Pub  : The two grew up in St. Louis, have been lifelong friends and 
colleagues.
Pagan Pub  : Daniels retired from the Air Force just a couple years ago, 
went to McDonnell-Douglas.

George Marshall: "I've worked with those guys at Lincoln Lab"
George Marshall: "for the Apollo project."

Pagan Pub  : Daniels is single--career Air Force. DiTorrio is divorced, 
some years ago. Chases women.
Pagan Pub  : Neither has kids.
Pagan Pub  : (the limo is driving through a rainy early morning. It's 
just barely dawn.)

Agent Fenemore: ::: do I know this area?

Agent Starbird: BTW, where is the limo headed? Into town? Out of town?

Pagan Pub  : towards suburbs. ritzy area. big houses.
Pagan Pub  : questions about the files?

Agent Fenemore: "Are these two missing?"

Agent Starbird: "What can you tell us about this terrorist attack?"

Pagan Pub  : Gaston frowns. "DiTorrio was in town for a short break. He 
and Daniels got together for one of their parties--booze, coke, women. 
The usual."

Agent Fenemore: ..as clean as any senator!

Agent Starbird: "Glad to hear our military is in such good hands..."

George Marshall: do they have Kennedy blood?

Pagan Pub  : "About one o'clock this morning an explosion killed Daniels 
and nine party guests."

Pagan Pub  : "The only survivors are the servants, who were in another 
part of the house, and DiTorrio. He was on the peripherary of the blast."

Pagan Pub  : (Limo is driving through dim streets of rich houses)

Agent Starbird: "Does the press know? What are they reporting?" 

Pagan Pub  : "Officially, this is being investigated as a terrorist act. 
Coming so soon after the World Trade Center blast, it's natural. Press is 
on the scene, reporting just that. We've announced Daniels' death but 
Senator DiTorrio's presence has NOT been mentioned, nor has the nature of 
the 'party' "
Pagan Pub  : (Limo turns a corner. Roadblock. About two dozen St. Louis 
PD cars in the street.)

George Marshall: what was the origin of the blast?"

Pagan Pub  : "Origin is unknown. I believe it was supernatural in 
origin."
Pagan Pub  : (cops wave you through. crowds of peopls on the sidewalks, 
in homes, in yards. News vans from every local and national news 
organization.)

Agent Fenemore: "why?"

Agent Starbird: "I thought you said you didn't believe in monsters."

Pagan Pub  : "Except human ones. Whatever did this, there was a purpose 
behind it."

George Marshall: WHATever did this?

Pagan Pub  : (closing in on the house. about a dozen nondescript 
government sedans. guys in lab coats running about the yard)

Agent Fenemore: "Why do you suspect the occult?"

Pagan Pub  : "The nature of the blast is impossible. It couldn't have 
occurred the way it did."

George Marshall: "Thats why we're here."

Agent Starbird: "And what's DiTorrio's condition?"

Pagan Pub  : "DiTorrio is alive, but in shock. He has been moved to a 
hospital already. We'll visit him later."
Pagan Pub  : (limo pulls into the driveway. grounds are crawling with 
agents, cops, forensics, photographers. you can spot a corner of the 
house with a couple of blown-out windows, but no other exterior damage)

George Marshall: "how could a blast that weak kill so many people?"

Agent Starbird: "If the blast killed nine, but there was this little 
exterior damage, they were either bunched together, or it was a *very* 
weird blast."

George Marshall: "could have been napalm..." 

Pagan Pub  : (limo stops.)
Pagan Pub  : "Come on." Gaston opens door and climbs out.

George Marshall: ::get out::

Agent Starbird: ::scrambling out of limo::

Pagan Pub  : (Gaston has his ID out, flashes it about as he stalks 
towards the house.)

Agent Fenemore: :: following, breathing in the fine morning air

Agent Fenemore: "Did forensics establish a cause of death - perhaps the 
blast did not kill them"

George Marshall: "like napalm..."

Pagan Pub  : "No, they were killed by the blast. Shrapnel, debris, and 
concussion. Most were within ten yards of the point of the blast."

George Marshall: "like a 'baseball' grenade."
George Marshall: we had those in the war.  lots of shrapnel, small 
blast."

Pagan Pub  : "I don't mean shrapnel from the bomb, though--just what was 
generated from objects nearby."
Pagan Pub  : "We haven't found any indication of a bomb whatsoever."
Pagan Pub  : "I say 'bomb' for lack of any idea."

George Marshall: ...

Agent Starbird: "No nitrate residue? No scorching?"

Pagan Pub  : "Scorching from electrical fires that resulted. No chemical 
or mineral residue of any sort."

Agent Fenemore: "Has explosive decompression been ruled out?"

George Marshall: "or natural gas"

Pagan Pub  : Gaston stops. "Gentlemen, we ruled EVERYTHING out two hours 
ago. That's why you're here."
Pagan Pub  : He walks into the house.

Agent Starbird: ::follows::

Pagan Pub  : It's a big four-story home on a spacious lawn. Brick fence, 
security gate. Houses nearby.

Agent Fenemore: ::scan for bookshelves - paintings - artwork::: 

Pagan Pub  : (art on walls, fine stuff. very elegant, very rich)
Pagan Pub  : Entering, you come into a large atrium with a sweeping 
staircase. Tables set up here, with forensics guys sorting debris into 
bags and trays.

George Marshall: look for alarm system. motion detectors.

Pagan Pub  : (alarm keypad, yes to motion detectors also)
Pagan Pub  : Gaston leads you up stairs. There are NO St. Louis PD cops 
here..just feds.

Agent Starbird: "Agent Gaston, any speculation on a motive yet? 
Industrial dirty tricks? Anti-military?"

George Marshall: "anti-senator?"

Pagan Pub  : "That about sums up our guesses. No suspects, no leads. 
We're still trying to figure out what happened."

Agent Starbird: "True, DiTorrio had a colorful lifestyle, to say the 
least. It *could* be personal. What do we know about the other victims?"

Pagan Pub  : "Nine victims. Six whores. Daniels. Two other men: one 
Daniels' drug supplier, the other his pimp."
Pagan Pub  : "Friends from way back."

Agent Fenemore: "A great example." 

George Marshall: hmmm. some party...

Agent Starbird: "Any of this extracurricular activity show up on the 
Major's military record?"

Pagan Pub  : "The Major had an exemplary record."

Agent Fenemore: "Gaston, is there a skylight?
Pagan Pub  : (no skylight, you're on second of fourth floors)
Pagan Pub  : At the top of the stairs, Gaston leads you into a hallway, a 
long one. There are smoke marks on the walls from the resulting 
electrical fires. It smells of smoke, ash, and charred flesh.
Pagan Pub  : Walking down the hallway, you begin to step on debris 
scattered across the carpet. You pass numerous rooms on either side, 
doors open. Debris in those rooms also..yet their walls are *intact*.

George Marshall: windows busted?

Pagan Pub  : Windows so far are okay.

George Marshall: ... 

[right about here Marshall spotted a human hand protruding from a wall in 
one room; not thrown or busted through, just protruding]

Pagan Pub  : In fact, you see NO structural damage...no damaged walls, no 
doors down, no furniture toppled.
Pagan Pub  : Except for what damage the fires did afterward.

Agent Starbird: Is the corner on the first floor (near the few busted 
windows) the point of origin?

Pagan Pub  : Second floor, Starbird. Yes.
Pagan Pub  : Debris grows. You're nearing the end of the hall.
Pagan Pub  : Gaston stops.
Pagan Pub  : He's standing before the last room prior to the one at the 
end of the hall.

George Marshall: "excuse me.  how many victims were there?"

Pagan Pub  : nine.

Agent Starbird: "He said nine, George."

George Marshall: all accounted for?  intact?

Pagan Pub  : mostly.

Agent Starbird: "This makes no sense. It's like some *force* came down 
the hall, trashing the interiors of rooms while bypassing the walls."

Pagan Pub  : (not the interiors: those are intact. They're just covered 
in debris from...?)
Pagan Pub  : There's half a dozen people in the room, milling about. 
Floor is covered in crap.
Pagan Pub  : But the walls here are intact.
Pagan Pub  : This room has a bed, drawers, table, etc. none of which are 
damaged. There is debris and stuff scattered all over the furniture. A 
lamp still stands upright. Windows intact.
Pagan Pub  : A woman's body is here.

George Marshall: any missing...limbs?
George Marshall: have both hands?

Pagan Pub  : (yes)
Pagan Pub  : It protrudes from the wall shared with the next room.
Pagan Pub  : The wall is undamaged. Not punched through.

Agent Starbird: the body protrudes?

Pagan Pub  : She "begins" at about the gut level, sticking out of the 
wall.
Pagan Pub  : She droops forward, the tips of her fingers touching the 
floor.

Agent Starbird: What's she wearing?

Pagan Pub  : She's nude..lots of scratches, cuts. etc. from debris. 
Massive bruising.

George Marshall: must've been cought in the act.

Agent Starbird: Any tattoos? Odd face painting?

Pagan Pub  : (no marks like that, no)
Pagan Pub  : Gaston looks at you guys for a moment, then turns and walks 
into the last room.

Agent Fenemore: Was she pushed through or pulled back?

Pagan Pub  : (can't tell, shiny)

George Marshall: "guys, she's not the only one..."

Pagan Pub  : You enter a large room, like a den or something. The walls 
are blackened from smoke. shards of metal and plastic everywhere.

Agent Fenemore: What seems to be the source of these shards? furniture?

Pagan Pub  : shiny: yeah, furniture, tv, vcr, all kinds of stuff.
Pagan Pub  : Your attention already directed, you look and see the rest 
of the woman on this side of the wall.
Pagan Pub  : To restate: the wall is INTACT. She was not thrown THROUGH 
the wall..she is simply IN the wall, prodtruding from either side.

George Marshall: does the wall "enter" her?
George Marshall: is there a hole in it?

Pagan Pub  : (the two are one, it would seem)

Agent Fenemore: Has the missing section of wall (that her waist now 
occupies) been accounted for?

Pagan Pub  : (Shiny: it isn't missing, it's still there)

George Marshall: seems as if they molecularly combined.

Agent Starbird: I understand (not that I *understand*, mind you, but I 
understand...)

Pagan Pub  : Directly ahead of you is the center of the blast.
Pagan Pub  : The blast's center is a spherical depression in the floor 
and wall immediate adjacent to it...it occurred on the floor, against 
that wall.
Pagan Pub  : The walls are not punched through, they are buckled 
SMOOTHLY, as if they were re-shaped to fit around a spherical object or 
force.

Agent Starbird: Were the other victims all found in this room? Any others 
like the woman in the wall?

Pagan Pub  : (victims found in neighboring rooms on this floor, floor 
above, floor below. One found on roof.)

George Marshall: "there was a hand in the wall a couple of rooms back."

Agent Starbird: There was, George?

George Marshall: yeah, I only got a quick look.

Pagan Pub  : Gaston says, "The debris extends about 30 yards, 360 degrees 
from the center of the blast."
Pagan Pub  : "What you've seen here is repeated above and below us. 
Debris, bodies, etc."

Agent Fenemore: Were was Daniels?

Pagan Pub  : Gaston points at the spherical depression. "That's where 
Daniels was. One other victim as well."

George Marshall: "There must be some logical explanation."

Agent Fenemore: Logic is the refuge of a limited mind, George. Any 
man-made markings on the floor? Chalk?

Agent Starbird: How are the other victims dressed?

Pagan Pub  : "Mostly nude or semi-dressed. Panties, boxers, and the 
like."

George Marshall: even the men?

Pagan Pub  : "Boxers and t-shirts."

George Marshall: so if all the victims were all over the house, how could 
DiTorrio be at the edge?

Pagan Pub  : "The victims were, we're fairly sure, within this room or 
the ones immediately adjacent. DiTorrio was at the end of the hall with a 
woman. She was killed by debris, we believe."

George Marshall: and yet they're all over the place now. 

Agent Starbird: They were hurled away by the explosion, I suppose, and 
then trapped in various walls when things came back into phase.

Pagan Pub  : (to explain: imagine an explosion occurred in an area with 
no walls. debris flies in every direction, and then after a moment walls 
and house appear. The debris is trapped in various rooms, but the rooms 
themselves aren't damaged.)
Pagan Pub  : "The explosion seems to have affected material objects 
within the immediate area--this room--and also people, but not objects, 
in neighboring rooms."
Pagan Pub  : "The debris resulted entirely from objects within *this* 
room."

George Marshall: why would the victims "pass through", as you say, some 
walls, and stick in others?

Pagan Pub  : "If they were where a wall was when they 'came back,' they 
got stuck."

Agent Fenemore: It must have been where they were caught at that 
moment... 

Agent Starbird: It depends on where the hurled victims were when the 
house dropped back into reality. Or they did.

George Marshall: were victims farther away from origin lighter or 
heavier?

Pagan Pub  : (don't know yet.)

Agent Starbird: I know it sounds weird, but some sort of dimensional 
shift is the only explanation I can come up with.

Agent Fenemore: "Carence, any cases like this to your knowledge?"

Agent Starbird: "I've seen some weird things, but this is a ... unique 
experience."

Pagan Pub  : Okay, we need to wrap up...time's up for this session. One 
last round of Q&A...

Agent Fenemore: " Any objects found suggesting a cult ceremony of some 
sort?"

Pagan Pub  : Cult of Gratification, maybe. But no, nothing special.

Agent Fenemore: And What did the neighbors see?

George Marshall: or hear? 

Pagan Pub  : Neighbors and servants elsewhere in the house heard a 
muffled boom and saw a flash of light.

Agent Starbird: "Are there shards and debris that can't be traced to 
household objects that were in the room?"

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: don't know yet. We don't think so. Definitely have 
not found anything like bombworks.

Agent Starbird: "Who owns this house?"

Pagan Pub  : Daniels owns the house, and lives here.
Pagan Pub  : (lived)

Agent Starbird: "We might not be looking for traditional explosives. 
Anything you can't trace to a normal object, let me know." 

Pagan Pub  : One other thing was found and removed: a smallish crystal, 
apparently quartz. In the epicenter with Daniels.

Agent Fenemore: "Who has the crystal now?"

Pagan Pub  : It's been taken to a lab nearby for analysis, but they're 
already quite sure it's ordinary quartz.

Pagan Pub  : You can inspect it later today.

George Marshall: was it mounted? jewlery? 

Pagan Pub  : No, just loose.

Agent Starbird: "I very much would like to inspect that crystal, thank 
you."

Pagan Pub  : Daniels' body was also removed. It was apparently 
dehydrated..skin is like ash, bones are brittle.
Pagan Pub  : We think he may have been holding the crystal.

Agent Fenemore: Any others like that or just Daniels?

Pagan Pub  : No others like that.
Pagan Pub  : Other quick questions? Otherwise, hang onto 'em for now.

Agent Fenemore: nope

George Marshall: no.

Agent Starbird: nope -- I guess the local feds will find a place for us 
to stay.

Pagan Pub  : Yup.

Agent Starbird: We'll pick it up at this point next time -- we're still 
in the house, investigating?

Pagan Pub  : Exactly.
Pagan Pub  : Feel free to send me notes in the interim with questions, if 
it'll help you to remember stuff.
Pagan Pub  : And I'll be prepared to address them at the next game.


Call of Cthulhu Online Game
Sponsored by Pagan Publishing
Transcript of second session -- March 27th, 1993

---> Players
Mr Shiny -- Agent Kyle Fenemore, F.B.I.
Xel -- George Marshall, astronomer for NASA (not present this session)
The Gamer -- Clarence Starbird, F.B.I. trainee
Don Rice -- Gary Nedler, new age bookstore owner and long-time govt. 
consultant (joins this session)

--->Transcript
3/27/93 12:02:02 PM Opening "DG Game 2" for recording.

Agent Fenemore  : Any word on that crystal yet?
Pagan Pub  : Lab boys are 90% certain it's ordinary quartz.
Agent Fenemore  : Well the crystal could be quartz - but part of a 
ceremony or invocation
Agent Starbird  : It seems to me we've got two leads -- the crystal, and 
DiTorrio.
Agent Starbird  : Obviously, the house needs to be covered with a 
fine-tooth comb -- but the other feds are already doing that.
Agent Fenemore  : Let's visit the senator
Agent Starbird  : OK, Kyle, but first I want to leave some instructions 
for the on-site investigators.
Agent Starbird  : Things we want them to look out for: Hidden Rooms, 
Libraries, Strange Art...chip in any time, Kyle.
Agent Fenemore  : New recruits! I'm sure they'll cover the bases
Agent Starbird  : My point, Kyle, is that there may be some things *we* 
have the experience to look for, but *they* might gloss over...
Agent Starbird  : Just being thorough.
Pagan Pub  : (libraries: there is one, what about it?)
Agent Fenemore  : What were the main reading interests? 
Agent Fenemore  : Books grouped by subject?
Agent Starbird  : Good idea, Kyle -- let's check out this library...
Pagan Pub  : Okay, it's a large office/study
Agent Fenemore  : Desk?
Pagan Pub  : With substantial bookshelves. Yes, large desk, filing 
cabinet, all that fun stuff.
Pagan Pub  : When you come in there's guys going through the drawers, 
desk, and computer.
Agent Starbird  : "What have you guys got so far?"
Pagan Pub  : They look at you, then at each other.
Agent Starbird  : :: goes and gets Gaston ::
Pagan Pub  : "Just making sure there's nothing here that shouldn't be 
turned over to the family."
Agent Fenemore  : Kyle Fenemore, with the Bureau <<extending hand>>
Pagan Pub  : One stands up. "Agent Freeman, NSA."
Agent Fenemore  : shake hand - quite a collection!
Agent Fenemore  : casually glance at titles in bookcases
Pagan Pub  : Lots of military history. Classics. Military/historical 
fiction.

[Agent Starbird goes to confer with Gaston, who tells him the NSA agents 
are checking the MajorŐs private records for any sensitive info that 
canŐt be released. He then tells him that another Delta Green operative 
is arriving outside, and sends Agent Starbird out to greet him. 
Meanwhile, Agent Fenemore continues poking about the library]

Agent Fenemore  : Any philosophical or poetic wprks?
Pagan Pub  : Shiny: you find a shelf with self-improvement, new age kinda 
stuff. Looks pretty trashy.
Agent Fenemore  : look closer in that area
Pagan Pub  : Books about finding your inner self, interpreting your 
dreams, realizing the universal spirit, etc.
Agent Fenemore  : Anything about crystals?
Pagan Pub  : Uh, hard to tell right off.
Agent Fenemore  : Flip through a couple

[in private, Fenemore learned that heŐd found a color pamphlet entitled 
"Your Realizer And You" that depicted cupped hands holding a crystal on 
the cover. He pocketed it.]

Agent Fenemore  : Agent Freeman, anything unsual in the desk or computer?

Pagan Pub  : He doesn't look at you. "If there is, I'm sure you'll be 
informed."
Agent Fenemore  : Any donuts around?
Pagan Pub  : No sign of any, no. Maybe the cops outside have some.
Agent Fenemore  : Step outside.
Pagan Pub  : Agent Starbird is out here, walking to greet a guy getting 
out of a car.
Mr. Nedler  : Hi.  Gary Nedler.  I run New Age Books & Crystals in 
Encino.
Mr. Nedler  : (I don't shake hands -- I don't like to touch people's 
auras.)
Agent Starbird  : :: walk over to car:: "Glad you're here. I'm Clarence 
Starbird."
Mr. Nedler  : Oooh, good name.  Mystic.
Agent Starbird  : Yeah, well ... over there's Kyle Fenemore. He's with 
our team.
Mr. Nedler  : Hello.  I hear there's some odd crystals here.
Agent Starbird  : Just one. But we haven't had a chance to see it yet.
Agent Fenemore  : Where did you hear that?
Mr. Nedler  : "I did a Tarot reading last night.  Also Gaston told me." 
Agent Fenemore  : Delta Green?
Mr. Nedler  : "Yes, it's in my stars."
Agent Starbird  : Kyle, this is Gary Nedler. He's been called in like us.

Mr. Nedler  : "Please don't shake hands.  Auras, you know."
Agent Starbird  : Kyle's FBI. But I guess you knew that.
Mr. Nedler  : "I heard it in a dream, man. When the straights get stuck, 
they call me."
Agent Starbird  : I should warn you, Gary. There's a lot more to this 
case than crystals and auras. You know 9 people are dead.
Mr. Nedler  : "Oh, bad scene."
Agent Starbird  : And it's not particularly pretty. If you're up to it, 
you should probably see for yourself.
Mr. Nedler  : "Good, man."
Agent Starbird  : "Shall we?" :: heads back inside::
Mr. Nedler  : (walk towards house)

[Agent Starbird, still an F.B.I. trainee, is rather skeptical about 
NedlerŐs qualifications & new-age slang]

Agent Starbird  : :: up the stairs, down the hall toward the explosion 
site:: If we see Gaston, I'll do the introduction
Pagan Pub  : You spot Gaston in one room.
Pagan Pub  : He's poking with the toe of his shoe at a hand sticking out 
of a wall.
Mr. Nedler  : "Bad scene.  Major negative vibes."
Agent Starbird  : "Agent Gaston?" Have you met Gary Nedler?"
Pagan Pub  : "Oh, Mr. Nedler. It's been a while."
Agent Starbird  : "Gary, uh, Agent Gaston is in charge here. We report to 
him."
Pagan Pub  : [you notice he doesn't offer to shake hands with Nedler]
Agent Fenemore  : Gary, could I show you something? (look for someplace 
safe)
Mr. Nedler  : :: goes with Shiny ::
Agent Fenemore  : :: go someplace with good cover :::

[as Fenemore and Nedler stepped away, Gaston stopped Agent Starbird for a 
brief chat. He noticed StarbirdŐs skeptical opinion of Nedler, and 
advised him that Nedler had his full confidence.]

Agent Fenemore  : This mean anything to you? :: carefully show pamphlet & 
re-pocket it:::
Mr. Nedler  : "Hmmm.  The publisher is Enolsis."
Agent Starbird  : :: follows :: (When we get away from Gaston, I'll ask 
Gary where he knows Gaston from.)
Mr. Nedler  : (aside to Starbird)  "I worked with Gaston once before.  
He's uptight but has a good heart."
Agent Starbird  : "You find that in the library, Kyle?"
Agent Fenemore  : That would be a good place to find reading material.
Agent Fenemore  : Are they local?
Mr. Nedler  : "They're all over.  Almost like Amway.  The address is 
probably in the pamphlet. Southwest I think."
Agent Fenemore  : Well, let's make that a course of investigation.  Now 
let's get back before anyone gets nervous.
Mr. Nedler  : :: goes back to Gaston ::
Mr. Nedler  : "So, has anyone done a Kirlian reading yet?"
Agent Fenemore  : "No I'm not familiar with that.  Do you practice I 
Ching?"
Agent Fenemore  : "I find a scientific exploration of randomness can 
often provide great insights."
Mr. Nedler  : "Oh, the I Ching is good.  You can do it with three coins, 
you know."
Agent Fenemore  : "Really?  Have you ever tried random projectile-target 
interaction?"
Mr. Nedler  : "Oh, bad karma.  Thinking is the same as doing."  :: ;-)
Pagan Pub  : [where to now? elsewhere in the house? move on?]
Agent Fenemore  : ::: let's get back to our base - where are we set 
up?:::
Pagan Pub  : Fenemore, there is a suite waiting at the Hilton.
Mr. Nedler  : [Have we seen the body and the crystal?]
Pagan Pub  : [nope]
Agent Starbird  : We were taking Gary to see the body, when we got 
sidetracked. Let's do that now.
Agent Fenemore  : crystal is in a lab - where is the Major?
Agent Starbird  : You mean the Senator? In the hospital.
Agent Fenemore  : no the MajorŐs remains
Pagan Pub  : Major Daniels' body is at a nearby hospital, same as 
DiTorrio (living).
Agent Fenemore  : To the hospital then?
Pagan Pub  : Check in with Gaston, he'll get you a ride to hospital.
Agent Starbird  : I still want Gary to see the funhouse at the end of the 
hall before we leave, give him some perspective on the case.
Pagan Pub  : ok, to the "funhouse" as Starbird aptly named it.
Agent Starbird  : ::aside to Fenemore:: "Can you believe this guy?"
Agent Fenemore  : Actually, he seems to have some good ideas on the true 
nature of reality. 
Pagan Pub  : You enter a large room, like a den or something.
Pagan Pub  : The walls are blackened from smoke. shards of metal and 
plastic everywhere.
Pagan Pub  : To your right, the lower half of a woman's body protrudes 
from the wall.
Mr. Nedler  : "Bad scene, man.  Uncool vibes." 
Pagan Pub  : Directly ahead of you is the center of the blast.
Mr. Nedler  : "It was here, I can feel it."
Agent Starbird  : "What was here?"
Pagan Pub  : The blast's center is a spherical depression in the floor 
and wall immediate adjacent to it...
Pagan Pub  : it occurred on the floor, against that wall.
Pagan Pub  : The walls are not punched through, they are buckled 
SMOOTHLY, 
Pagan Pub  : as if they were re-shaped to fit around a spherical object 
or force.
Pagan Pub  : Daniels' body was found in the blast area.
Pagan Pub  : Didn't suffer damage from explosion or debris. At least, not 
normal damage.
Agent Starbird  : "So what do you think, Gary?"
Mr. Nedler  : "This was no ordinary blast, man.  Look at the walls."
Agent Starbird  : "I was thinking on more of a metaphysical level. What 
are you picking up?"
Agent Fenemore  : Ever seen anything like this?
Mr. Nedler  : "This aura is totally different from the normal explosion 
aura."
Mr. Nedler  : "Normally explosion sites give real black after vibes."
Agent Starbird  : "Really?"
Mr. Nedler  : "Major power went through here.  Red, maybe violet auras.  
Feel the walls."
Agent Starbird  : :: extends a tentative finger to the wall ::
Mr. Nedler  : "No, with your mind.  There's still power there."
Mr. Nedler  : "The energy seems trapped here, not scattered like in a 
normal explosion."
Agent Fenemore  : clear my mind and feel
Mr. Nedler  : "This could be a heavy place of power.  "
Agent Starbird  : willing to try, gives it my best shot

[during this period, first Nedler and then Fenemore (just above, when he 
said 'clear my mind and feel') had a phrase pop into their head as they 
surveyed the room with a clear mind. Fenemore immediately blurted it 
out...]

Agent Fenemore  : "Blow job?"
Agent Starbird  : "Ex-squeeze me?"
Mr. Nedler  : :: looks suprised  ::  "You felt that too?"
Agent Fenemore  : "That phrase - 'blow job' it means something."
Agent Starbird  : "As it does to most red-blooded American men, I'm sure 
... what's your point?"
Mr. Nedler  : "No, he's right man.  It popped into my head too. 
Something's trying to reach us."
Agent Starbird  : "Well if that's what they're offering..."
Agent Fenemore  : "Starbird - clear your mind - feel it"
Agent Starbird  : :: trying to clear mind ::
Pagan Pub  : [nothing]
Agent Starbird  : :: experiencing sudden urge to vote Republican ::
Mr. Nedler  : ::  Republican, no, man ::
Agent Starbird  : "Sorry, gents, it's not that I doubt you, but I have 
very little sensitivity in this area, it seems."
Mr. Nedler  : "It's cool.  You'll get in touch with your past lives 
eventually."
Agent Fenemore  : "Gary, what can it mean?"
Mr. Nedler  : "We need more information."
Agent Fenemore  : I take out a pad of paper and again clear my mind - I'm 
going to attempt automatic writing, letting the spirits guide my hand.
Mr. Nedler  : :: look through rooms on perimiter of blast sight ::
Pagan Pub  : Nedler, there's guys in lab coats and suit everywhere. In 
nearby rooms, furniture is undisturbed but scattered with debris.
Mr. Nedler  : "If they just hadn't killed everyone man, it could have 
been live and let live."
Agent Starbird  : And who is "they", Gary?
Pagan Pub  : shiny: After a few minutes of clearing your mind, you write 
"never felt this before"
Agent Fenemore  : "Gentlemen, I think we might have a case of sex 
magick."
Agent Starbird  : What do you mean, sex magick?
Agent Fenemore  : "Perhaps this was some attempt, intentional or not at a 
ritual innvoscation involving sex that got out of hand."
Mr. Nedler  : "Look around you, man.  Feel the vibes.  Whoever did this."

Agent Fenemore  : "Or whatever."
Agent Fenemore  : "To the hospital."
Agent Starbird  : We can continue this discussion along the way.
Agent Fenemore  : :::walk out:::
Pagan Pub  : Right, Gaston gets you a car.
Agent Starbird  : :: follows Kyle::
Agent Starbird  : "What kind of 'whoever'? Can you tell from the vibes? 
Human? Inhuman? What?"
Mr. Nedler  : "It's unclear at this point.  But there was no intrusion 
aura.  "
Mr. Nedler  : "This is internal energy, man."
Agent Fenemore  : :::in car::: "Perhaps because whatever did this was 
invited in."
Mr. Nedler  : ::  Rolls down window to feel fresh air ::
Pagan Pub  : Air whips in with Saturday St. Louis Freeway Fumes
Agent Fenemore  : "Or out - out of the body of the Major."
Mr. Nedler  : "That's possible, but it's hard to tell at this point."
Agent Fenemore  : ::: read pamphlet - check address :::
Pagan Pub  : ENOLSIS -- TULSA, OK
Pagan Pub  : pamphlet is sort of a manual. apparently members of this 
group each have/get a crystal they use as a
Pagan Pub  : focus for meditation.
Mr. Nedler  : "That's a good way to get started, with a meditation 
crystal."
Pagan Pub  : has phrases to chant..."I am getting better every day in 
every way" and the like.
Mr. Nedler  : "Good Mantra.  Like Hare Krishna, but you know, different."

Agent Fenemore  : "I prefer the intonations of the Tibetan monks - each 
singer sings an entire chord at once"
Mr. Nedler  : "Yes, righteous tunes, but hard for personal meditation."
Agent Fenemore  : Any sexual inferences?
Pagan Pub  : no sex, except in terms of improving your sex life, 
overcoming impotency, blah blah.
Pagan Pub  : it's rather regimented. you set a time each week when you 
spend some time with your crystal.
Mr. Nedler  : "Ooh, I prefer a much more open schedule.  "
Pagan Pub  : You're arriving at the hospital now.
Mr. Nedler  : "Feel the healing vibes."
Agent Fenemore  : "A strict schedule can do wonders to clear the mind." 
Agent Fenemore  : the morge or DiTorrio?
Mr. Nedler  : The morgue (maybe it's quicker).
Agent Starbird  : Let's see if DiTorrio can talk to us -- the body will 
always be there, and the Senator may not.
Pagan Pub  : [heh]
Mr. Nedler  : :: shrugs, goes with the flow ::
Agent Fenemore  : DiTorrio it is.
Pagan Pub  : Okay.
Pagan Pub  : DiTorrio is in observation at present.
Pagan Pub  : You flash credentials. They're expecting you.
Pagan Pub  : You are led into a room with various instruments. Large 
window on one wall--probably two-way mirror.
Pagan Pub  : Beyond is a hospital room. (you're in the psych ward, 
incidentally).
Pagan Pub  : Senator DiTorrio is lying in bed, hooked up to numerous 
machines...monitoring pulse, etc.
Mr. Nedler  : "Ooh, disturbed auras everywhere."
Agent Fenemore  : is he conscious?
Pagan Pub  : Doctor says he is, but rather out of it. combination of 
drugs and shock.
Mr. Nedler  : "Man, they've got him heavily sedated."
Agent Starbird  : (I'm assuming Kyle is going to take the lead on the 
interview, since he has the field experience.)
Agent Fenemore  : "Hello Senator."
Pagan Pub  : you can go in and speak to him if you wish. They also have 
transcripts of his words so far. 
Agent Starbird  : Hospital medications? Or recreational drugs from the 
party?
Pagan Pub  : The former, with some aftereffects of the latter.
Mr. Nedler  : :: reads transcripts, listens to Kyle's interrogation ::
Agent Fenemore  : ::turn on recorder:::
Agent Fenemore  : "Senator?"
Pagan Pub  : The Senator is a slim, wiry man in his 50s. Dyed brown hair. 
Rather like Morton Downey Jr.
Agent Fenemore  : ::dentures too?:::
Pagan Pub  : no dentures, sorry. 
Pagan Pub  : He looks about, but not at anyone in particular.
Agent Fenemore  : "Senator? I'm here to help you."
Pagan Pub  : He doesn't respond.
Agent Fenemore  : "I'm Agent Kyle Fenemore - we know about the thing."
Mr. Nedler  : "Can you tell us anything about what happened."
Agent Fenemore  : "And the crystal."
Pagan Pub  : "my boy..."
Mr. Nedler  : "Senator, we're from Delta Green."
Agent Starbird  : :: taps Gary on shoulder:: "Let Kyle handle it. We 
don't want to confuse the Senator."
Mr. Nedler  : (to Starbird):  "It's cool, I'll be quiet, man."
Agent Fenemore  : "Now if you could help us, we could make sure you are 
safe."
Agent Fenemore  : "What was the Major doing?" 
Pagan Pub  : "my boy..."
Agent Fenemore  : "Who is your boy? Is that who did this thing?"
Pagan Pub  : looks right at you. "NO!"
Pagan Pub  : then kind of fades again.
Agent Starbird  : :: checking the transcript for anything weird to bring 
to Kyle's attention::
Agent Fenemore  : "ok ok, then who was it? Did they hurt your boy?"
Agent Starbird  : ::thinking back to DiTorrio's file:: DiTorrio doesn't 
have any kids, right?
Pagan Pub  : Starbird: correct, no kids.
Agent Fenemore  : "Senator, we want to help your boy - where is he?"
Agent Fenemore  : ::: leaning close to the Senator:::
Pagan Pub  : "he's mine..."
Pagan Pub  : "all I got..."
Agent Fenemore  : whispering in ear: "Homonculus?"
Pagan Pub  : no reaction.
Agent Fenemore  : "Where is he?" (no longer whispering)
Pagan Pub  : from transcript: "Where's Deneen?"
Agent Starbird  : :: Circles the word "Deneen" on transcript, shows it to 
Kyle.
Agent Fenemore  : ::: looks at transcript - "Deneen"
Pagan Pub  : "where?'
Mr. Nedler  : "Sounds like a woman's name, man."
Agent Fenemore  : "We don't know - what does he look like?"
Pagan Pub  : DiTorrio closes his eyes.
Agent Starbird  : [When DiTorrio responded "Where?" to "Deneen", was it 
anticipation, or fear?]
Pagan Pub  : [anticipation, curiosity]
Agent Fenemore  : "Deneen - who is your boy?"
Pagan Pub  : barely a whisper: "safe"
Pagan Pub  : seems to be falling asleep.
Agent Fenemore  : "We need the combination."
Agent Fenemore  : "Deneen is in danger"
Pagan Pub  : "my boy..."
Pagan Pub  : drifting off
Agent Fenemore  : "That's about all." On radio "Gaston, read me? over."
Pagan Pub  : [not radio...need to phone.]
Agent Fenemore  : sorry - cellular handy? if not, pay phone?
Mr. Nedler  : "Man, airwaves are not secure"
Pagan Pub  : Cellular. "Yeah, what's up?"
Agent Fenemore  : "Did your boys locate a safe on the compound?"
Agent Fenemore  : (hoping safe was a noun not an adjective)
Pagan Pub  : "no sign of one, but we haven't gotten that thorough if it's 
a hidden one."
Agent Fenemore  : "Look but don't attempt to open one if found. Alright?"

Pagan Pub  : "I'll let them know. We'll do a spot check now, but more 
will have to wait til later tonight."
Agent Starbird  : ::talks to doctor:: "When will you be letting up on the 
sedatives? He's not much help in this state."
Pagan Pub  : Doc: "his personal physician is flying out from D.C. he 
asked us to keep him sedated and under observation until he arrives.
Agent Starbird  : (to doc) "What's this physician's name?"
Pagan Pub  : Doc: "uh, Dr. Chichester."
Agent Starbird  : :: makes note to request standard background check on 
Dr. Chichester::
Mr. Nedler  : :: read chart  -- any psychological abnormalities? ::
Pagan Pub  : Nedley: nope to abonormalities.

[At this point the session ended. However, Agent Starbird asked for more 
info about the pamphlet Fenemore found...]

Agent Starbird  : John, you never gave me the lowdown on that pamphlet...

Pagan Pub  : right, pamphlet. quickly: "Your Realizer And You," picture 
of hands holding crystal on cover.
Pagan Pub  : Published by ENOLSIS of TULSA, OK.
Pagan Pub  : Slim pamphlet, but slick and colorful. Contents as described 
in car trip to hospital. 
Pagan Pub  : Fenemore found in library with some new age-style books, 
when he was looking for crystal info.
Agent Starbird  : Does picture of crystal on pamphlet match description 
of crystal found at explosion?
Pagan Pub  : uh, could be, but they aren't carved distinctively. haven't 
seen Daniels' crystal yet, so not sure.


Call of Cthulhu Online Game
Sponsored by Pagan Publishing
Transcript of third session -- April 3rd, 1993

---> Players
Mr Shiny -- Agent Kyle Fenemore, F.B.I.
The Gamer -- Clarence Starbird, F.B.I. trainee
Don Rice -- Gary Nedler, new age bookstore owner and long-time govt. 
consultant

--->Transcript
4/3/93 11:56:43 AM Opening "DG Game 3" for recording.
Pagan Pub  : Okay.
Pagan Pub  : You're in the hospital. Senator DiTorrio is once more 
asleep/unconscious.
Pagan Pub  : The body of Major Daniels, ret., is in the morgue. An 
autopsy--of sorts--is underway.

Agent Fenemore : To the morgue.

Agent Starbird  : We find out where the morgue is, and head that way

Pagan Pub  : Arriving, you flash your IDs to several agents in suits with 
earpieces.

Agent Fenemore : >>> putting on latex gloves and menthol under my nose 
<<<
Pagan Pub  : You are directed into a sterile chamber.
Pagan Pub  : There are four people gathered around a table, and several 
more watching through windows.
Pagan Pub  : You see more agents standing guard as well.
Pagan Pub  : On the table is the brittle grey husk of a human body.

Agent Fenemore : Have I seen anything similar?

Pagan Pub  : It does remind you a bit of some burn victims you've seen. 
But the flesh isn't charred.
Pagan Pub  : The corpse is shrunken, probably weighs half as much as it 
once did.

Agent Starbird  : Would "dessicated" be a better word?

Pagan Pub  : Quite accurate.
Pagan Pub  : Dehydrated maybe.
Pagan Pub  : No eyes.

Mr. Nedler  : Eyes:  removed, retracted, how?

Pagan Pub  : At first glance, eyes arenŐt there...probably retracted or 
destroyed as part of what happened to him.

Agent Fenemore : <to attending physicians> "Special Agent Kyle Fenemore, 
FBI."

Pagan Pub  : The doctor gives you a nod.
Pagan Pub  : "You boys caught a real live one this time."
Pagan Pub  : They're cutting into his chest.
Pagan Pub  : The saw slips right through the skin, kicking up a cloud of 
dust.
Pagan Pub  : The doctor pulls back and waves his hand to clear the air.
Pagan Pub  : Then they continue the incision.

Agent Starbird  : I'm interested in the state of the internal organs, and 
the brain as well.

Mr. Nedler  : Dust?

Pagan Pub  : Dust: powder/flake of skin.
Pagan Pub  : You can see a ring of grey dust all around the body.

Mr. Nedler  : Not from internal organs being dried to dust?
Mr. Nedler  : Only external?  

Pagan Pub  : They hadn't cut that far yet. The doctor says they're fairly 
certain he's like this through and 
Pagan Pub  : through.

Agent Fenemore : Looking for physical trauma like that associated with a 
blast - also interested in the solar
Agent Fenemore : plexus

Pagan Pub  : No signs of physical trauma. No visible scratches or 
shrapnel wounds.
Pagan Pub  : The body is stiff, and looks as if he were sitting and 
leaning back against something..which means
Pagan Pub  : the corpse is now on his back, legs in the air, almost like 
giving birth.
Pagan Pub  : You notice the legs are held up by stirrups, in fact, 
probably since they would snap under their own
Pagan Pub  : weight.

Mr. Nedler  : :: to doctor ::  "Can heat do this, man?"

Pagan Pub  : The doctor pauses. "I haven't seen it happen before. The 
skin isn't burnt or cooked, just
Pagan Pub  : dehydrated...dessicated...not sure what could have done 
this."

Mr. Nedler  : "Too much sun worship, man."

Agent Starbird  : "I don't think it was the sun he was worshipping."
Agent Starbird  : Where was this body found in the house?

Pagan Pub  : It was found in the depression at the epicenter of the 
blast.

Mr. Nedler  : Any signs of stuff under the fingernails, ...
Mr. Nedler  : bruises, any other signs of a struggle?

Pagan Pub  : Under fingernails? Flaky skin, his own. No signs of bruises 
yet, but it's hard to tell...blood is all
Pagan Pub  : dried up.

Mr. Nedler  : Ahhh, but that means no bruising before he was killed.

Pagan Pub  : They have the chest open. The sternum and ribs are visible. 
They actually cut the skin off in two
Pagan Pub  : large squares, since it won't peel back.
Pagan Pub  : Inside the chest cavity, it's all dry. You see the heart, 
somewhat shrunken.
Pagan Pub  : Everything inside is kind of a dingy brown.

Mr. Nedler  : Any organs missing? 

Pagan Pub  : Doesn't seem so, from the outside. From what can be seen 
inside (not much yet), still no.

Agent Fenemore : stomach contents?

Pagan Pub  : Don't know contents yet. Autopsy just began in earnest.
Pagan Pub  : Doc, thinking out loud: "Cause of death...where do we 
start?"

Mr. Nedler  : "Heavy karmic burden, man."
Mr. Nedler  : While the autopsy's going on ...
Mr. Nedler  : Have we examined Daniel's stuff yet?  Pockets, etc.?

Pagan Pub  : He was naked when found.

Agent Starbird  : Have they taken a look at the brain yet? And what are 
the condition of the bones?

Pagan Pub  : Bones are brittle. Marrow dessicated.
Pagan Pub  : Nothing about brain yet.
Pagan Pub  : They're poking at the heart and lungs.

Mr. Nedler  : "Heavy fluid retention problem."

Agent Starbird  : I say let the doc work. I continue to watch intently.

[somewhere in here, Agent Starbird observed that DanielŐs penis was erect 
at the time of death.]

Agent Starbird  : :: speaking softly:: "Kyle, there seems to be more 
evidence here for your "sex magick" theory."

Pagan Pub  : Doctor making notes to video camera: "uh, the corpse seems 
to have had nearly 100% of body's
Pagan Pub  : moisture removed..."
Pagan Pub  : "organs shrunk, bones brittle..."
Pagan Pub  : "...lungs are collapsed..."

Mr. Nedler  : "Man, you just can't lose that much fluid that way."

Pagan Pub  : "...no sign of physical trauma as of yet...external trauma 
already determined negative. No wounds."
Pagan Pub  : "Cause of death...cause of death...uh..."
Pagan Pub  : "unknown."

Mr. Nedler  : "Just put down, 'predestined'."

Pagan Pub  : The lights pick up swirling motes of dust from the corpse.
Pagan Pub  : "Can we get some air circulation going in here?"

Agent Starbird  : Any patterns in the swirls?

Mr. Nedler  : Self propelled or just floating?

Pagan Pub  : no, just dust in the air.
Pagan Pub  : nothing special.

Mr. Nedler  : Are we in the same room with the dust?

Pagan Pub  : Yes. You're in the room with the surgeons. You're wearing 
little masks and stuff.

Agent Starbird  : I figured when you described it as a "sterile room" we 
weren't getting in without masks and gowns...

Pagan Pub  : They're putting bits of flesh and bone into specimen jars 
for testing.

Mr. Nedler  : :: stand back anyway ::  "Bad for the lungs, man."

Pagan Pub  : "You gentlemen have any suggestions? I'm at a loss here."

Agent Starbird  : "What's the brain look like?"

Pagan Pub  : "Assuming it suffered he same effects, it's probably much 
smaller & dessicated."
Pagan Pub  : He moves to the head with the saw.

Mr. Nedler  : ::  Stand way back ::
Mr. Nedler  : "How were the eyes removed, or are they just dried up, 
man?"

Pagan Pub  : "Oh they're there. Just look closer and you can see them, 
they're shrunken and recessed into sockets.

Agent Fenemore : "Doctor - be very careful of the pineal gland."

Pagan Pub  : He begins to cut into skull.
Pagan Pub  : Dust flies up.
Pagan Pub  : He cuts around several points and eventually removes the top 
of the skull and scalp.
Pagan Pub  : Shakes his head.

Agent Fenemore : The doctors or the majors?

Pagan Pub  : (doctor shakes HIS head! not major) 
Pagan Pub  : "As I thought. Bring that camera over here, would you? ... 
The brain is in a similar condition as
Pagan Pub  : the internal organs. Appears to be perhaps a quarter of 
normal size, shrunken to the base of
Pagan Pub  : the brain pan."
Pagan Pub  : "No sign of physical trauma here either."

Mr. Nedler  : Were any of the bodies back at the house dessicated at all?


Pagan Pub  : No. Just this one.

Mr. Nedler  : Was the plaster on the walls around the blast area dried 
and flaky?

Pagan Pub  : Uh, flaky in some spots but only because it had been 
crushed/impacted.
Pagan Pub  : If the moisture had been removed from the plaster it would 
have looked much different.

Mr. Nedler  : Okay, so no other signs of heat or dessication have been 
observed.

Pagan Pub  : Only from secondary fires in the house.

Agent Fenemore : what about his organs of reproduction?

Pagan Pub  : Doc looks at Kyle for a moment, then moves down the table to 
the groin.
Pagan Pub  : "Penis is erect."
Pagan Pub  : "No sign of external trauma."

Agent Fenemore : "Blood still in penis or did it dry that way?"

Agent Starbird  : "Like I said before, Kyle -- this goes back to your 
first theory."

Pagan Pub  : He scrapes at it a bit, along one vein. "Blood was in penis 
at the time this occurred, so I would
Pagan Pub  : say it was probably erect before death."
Pagan Pub  : (not that blood isn't usually in the penis anyway, but you 
know what I mean)

Mr. Nedler  : "Heavy punishment for a life of the flesh."

Pagan Pub  : "Anything special I should look for?"

Mr. Nedler  : "Man, Kyle wants to know how much testosterone is left."  
:: grins ::

Agent Starbird  : No other markings of any kind -- rings, earrings, 
tattoos, anything?

Pagan Pub  : Air Force Academy ring. Nothing else.

Agent Starbird  : Is the ring here?

Pagan Pub  : Yes.

Agent Starbird  : I want to check ring for any alterations, additional 
designs, maybe an inscription.

Pagan Pub  : "Class of xx" that's all (xx is year, whatever is 
appropriate, can't think of it offhand)

Agent Starbird  : Probably early '60s

Pagan Pub  : yah.

Agent Fenemore : "Doctor - any signs of orgasm?  Does the vas show any 
residue?"

Mr. Nedler  : "What about saliva residue?"

Pagan Pub  : "I'll have to send the organ to the lab to be checked...I 
can't tell as it is."

Mr. Nedler  : "Blow job of his life, man."

Pagan Pub  : They will check stomach contents & condition of genitals, 
but that will take some hours.

Mr. Nedler  : "Be sure to check if dessication is constant throughout the 
body."

Pagan Pub  : Doc nods. 

Mr. Nedler  : "And get a sperm count for Kyle."

Pagan Pub  : "Sperm count unlikely, agent. [he assumes you are one Gary] 
But I can check presence and state of
Pagan Pub  : erection/ejaculation."
Pagan Pub  : Anything else of immediate interest?

Mr. Nedler  : "That's good man.  Try to determine if he was performing 
sexual ...
Mr. Nedler  : acts with someone else, and what the acts were...
Mr. Nedler  : "Don't laugh, man.  If you can figure it out we'd like to 
know."

Pagan Pub  : "We can see if he had recently ejaculated, and how recently. 
We can check mouth, throat and stomach
Pagan Pub  : for some signs. Not much else, though."

Mr. Nedler  : "Whatever you can.  They may be sending you other bodies to 
correlate with."
Mr. Nedler  : "After they extract them."

Pagan Pub  : He raises his eyebrows and then returns to his work.

Agent Starbird  : Are we done here, gentlemen?

Agent Fenemore : do I remeber any bodies in the house with noticably open 
mouths?

Pagan Pub  : they wouldn't have stayed that way, since they weren't 
dessicated like this one.
Pagan Pub  : rigor mortis, sure, but by then the muscles would have 
relaxed.

Agent Starbird  : Now, now... Whatever Daniels was doing, it probably 
wasn't with the other victims

Mr. Nedler  : "You need stomach contents to determine things like that, 
man."
Mr. Nedler  : "Or maybe his partner exploded.  We'd like to know if his 
partner's body is there."

Agent Fenemore : Possibly - but all sould be checked for sperm which 
should be DNA tested against Daniels (a
Agent Fenemore : nail or two probably will have enough dna)

Pagan Pub  : Certainly. There are many autopsies to come.

Agent Fenemore : Only if they swallow, Gary.

Mr. Nedler  : "True, man.  Better do mouth and trachea too.  Oh, I get it 
man."  :: realizes he's being kidded ::

Agent Fenemore : Given the major's tendencies, doctor, start with the 
women.

Pagan Pub  : (he won't be doing autopsies for others, still work here. 
other victims are being farmed out.)
Pagan Pub  : (when all reports are in, cross-checking will begin and then 
possible more autopsies.)

Mr. Nedler  : Who's correlating data?  Gaston?

Pagan Pub  : indirectly, yes.
Pagan Pub  : he's in charge of the procedure.

Agent Fenemore : notify him to check carefully for Daniels' sperm
Agent Fenemore : in all autopsies

Mr. Nedler  : "Just don't lose the investigation in the paperwork, man."

Pagan Pub  : So next?

Mr. Nedler  : What's our next clue?  Just the pamphlet?

Agent Starbird  : I think we should go find the crystal and let our 
expert get some vibes off of it.
Agent Starbird  : Where's this crystal?

Pagan Pub  : Crystal is at Washington University. They've borrowed a lab 
there and flown in some expert guys.

Agent Fenemore : I don'yt think we actually saw the crystal.

Agent Starbird  : No, we haven't seen the crystal! So let's go!

Mr. Nedler  : "Probably suits.  You're right, WE should check it out, 
man."

Agent Fenemore : The university next (I feel library use coming up!)

Pagan Pub  : *vroom*
Pagan Pub  : You are en route to Washington University, where the crystal 
discovered at the epicenter of
Pagan Pub  : the blast is being examined.

Agent Starbird  : Washington U. is in St. Louis, BTW, not Washington...

Pagan Pub  : Gaston informed you earlier that they are already almost 
certain it's nothing but quartz.
Pagan Pub  : Cellular phone in the car, if you want to contact Gaston or 
anyone else about stuff.
Pagan Pub  : any calls to make?

Mr. Nedler  : "Kyle, man, tell Gaston to look for sperm samples."

Agent Fenemore : tell gaston to look for sperm 

Agent Starbird  : Yeah, I want to call Gaston and keep him informed. I 
also want info
Agent Starbird  : on DiTorrio's doctor (the one that's flying in)...

Pagan Pub  : right. Chichester.

Mr. Nedler  : "Oh, good thought, man."

Agent Starbird  : If he's ordered that DiTorrio be kept under sedation 
until he gets there, he might be 
Agent Starbird  : hiding something. 

Pagan Pub  : No prob. You pass him the word about DiTorrio, and he makes 
a note of that for the victim autopsies.
Pagan Pub  : He says he'll check on Chichester as well.

Agent Fenemore : tell him everything DiTorrio said
Agent Fenemore : especially Deneen

Pagan Pub  : "Hmm. DiTorrio has no kids anyone knows of. Deneen? Oh, 
that's the prostitute that was with him when the blast occurred."

Agent Fenemore : AAH

Mr. Nedler  : "Is her body there?"

Pagan Pub  : It's at another hospital, yes.

Agent Starbird  : She seemed awfully important to him to be a random 
hooker...

Pagan Pub  : [well, people with concusssions or in shock do tend to talk 
about/think of things happening just befor
Pagan Pub  : before their accident or whatever]

Mr. Nedler  : [hmm, clue or red herring?  ;-)]

Agent Starbird  : That's true, too -- just exploring the possibilities. 
Many men of power don't bother to learn their
Agent Starbird  : "friend's" name.... 

Mr. Nedler  : "How do they know she was with him?"  [was she in a wall?]

Pagan Pub  : She was in the room with him, killed by a piece of debris, 
probably from VCR or TV.

Mr. Nedler  : "Oh, man, death by cathode ray tube."

Agent Starbird  : "I always knew television was bad for you..."

Pagan Pub  : other questions before we reach the university?

Mr. Nedler  : How did they decide she was _his_ particular partner?               


Agent Fenemore : Was she pregnant?

Mr. Nedler  : Had she been with him before?  Was she a regular?

Pagan Pub  : DiTorrio and the woman were in a bedroom by themselves. 
don't know about pregnancy, will check.
Pagan Pub  : one of Daniels' regulars, so probably DiTorrio's as well 
when he was in town.

Mr. Nedler  : This is the same as before.  The crystal might move around, 
...
Mr. Nedler  : the body won't, we should go for the crystal next.

Pagan Pub  : the sedan arrives at the campus. 

Mr. Nedler  : "They used to have good protests here, man.  In the old 
days."

Pagan Pub  : you are met by several other agents who check your ID.

Mr. Nedler  : "Suits, man."

Pagan Pub  : they wave you through.
Pagan Pub  : inside the Geology building, one agent directs you through a 
couple more checkpoints and into a lab.
Pagan Pub  : there you find several guys in lab coats examining readouts, 
computer images, graphs, etc.
Pagan Pub  : on a table in the center of the room is a scanning electron 
microscope.
Pagan Pub  : there's a guy looking at the image on the screen, apparently 
the crystal.

Mr. Nedler  : "Heavy machinery.  Has anyone felt this crystal with their 
mind, yet?"

Pagan Pub  : One of the guys looks at you like you're nuts.

Mr. Nedler  : :: don't notice ::

Pagan Pub  : Another walks over. "Travis Archer. Gaston said someone 
would be coming by."

Agent Fenemore : "Fenemore, FBI."
Agent Fenemore : I stare at the patterns of the electon microscope 
screen.

Mr. Nedler  : "Gary Nedler.  New Age Books and Crystals.  Heard you were 
stumped."

Pagan Pub  : "We aren't stumped at all, actually. It's just quartz. I 
don't know what all the fuss is about."
Pagan Pub  : [he doesn't know about the events at the house, it seems]

Mr. Nedler  : "Yes, but some quartz is better for meditating than other 
quartz.  "

Agent Fenemore : Where does this quartz probably come from, Travis? 

Pagan Pub  : "No place special. Probably southwestern U.S., I'd guess, 
but quartz can be found in lots of places."

Mr. Nedler  : "Some places are places of power, some aren't."
Mr. Nedler  : "Where are your psychic researchers?"

Pagan Pub  : "Huh?'

Agent Fenemore : Any traces of other minerals?

Pagan Pub  : "Nope."

Agent Fenemore : I share at the lattice work of the screen image - blank 
my mind

Mr. Nedler  : "Typical close-minded scientist negative vibes, man.  Open 
your minds to the real answers."

Pagan Pub  : He snorts. "It's quartz. There's your answer. Anything else 
I can help you with?"

Mr. Nedler  : "Can we handle the crystal, man, or will that mess up your 
scanners?"

Pagan Pub  : "No prob." He walks over to machine. "Fenemore, you mind if 
I take the crystal out? We've got a bunch of screens saved already if you 
want to look at them."

Agent Fenemore : "Sure. I'd like to see them, displayed at random at .5 
second intervals."

Pagan Pub  : He gives you a funny look. "Well, just keep hitting this key 
and you can flip through them."

Agent Fenemore : "Thank you."  I flip faster and faster

Mr. Nedler  : Description of crystal?  On chain or mounting or anything? 


Pagan Pub  : It's a rougly spherical piece of quartz, about the diamater 
of a quarter. Rough-hewn except for one side where it appears to have 
been chiseled or cut straight through.

Mr. Nedler  : Hmm.  Recently, or can we tell?

Pagan Pub  : "Uh, the cut there on the side is fairly recent. There isn't 
much wear on that edge."

Mr. Nedler  : Really recent or geologically recent?

Pagan Pub  : Recent enough for there to be little wear on that surface.

Agent Starbird  : ::making small talk with the techs:: Any thing weird 
happen? Out of the ordinary? Anything at all?
Agent Starbird  : Or was this a by-the-book dull-and-boring 
invsetigation?

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: "Yeah, it's weird alright: why make such a big 
deal out of a piece of quartz? jeez!"
Pagan Pub  : Starbird: "But no, nothing weird. Just a rock."

Agent Starbird  : ::They obviously don't know the details, so I'm not 
going to fill them in.:: Fine. We're just being thorough.

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: "I understand, mister."

Mr. Nedler  : Is it on a mount, or anything?

Pagan Pub  : Obviously was cut with tools, probably just hammer and 
chisel or equivalent. No mount, no nothing.

Mr. Nedler  : Does it remind me of any crystals I've seen before?  Or 
standard stuff?

Pagan Pub  : Nedler: the cut is kind of odd. usually they're left in 
their natural state *or* carefully carved for a pleasant appearance. this 
one *was* in natural state, but then part was hacked off.

Mr. Nedler  : Could the cut have been to remove it from a mounting, 
possibly?

Agent Fenemore : To get at something inside?

Pagan Pub  : Possibly to remove from a mounting. Something inside? If so, 
it was inside the piece that was cut of, since there's no sign of 
anything here, and no carving or scraping like they removed something 
after cutting it apart.

Mr. Nedler  : Is it likely we could match it to the other piece if we 
find it?

Pagan Pub  : Nedler: probably so.

Agent Fenemore : Unless it was energy [that was removed]...

Agent Starbird  : "What are you picking up, Gary?"

Mr. Nedler  : "Bad vibes in here, man.  I need an incense burner and a 
room with a window facing west."

Agent Starbird  : :: rolls eyes ::

Mr. Nedler  : "You have to avoid the minds of the Atlantean kings.  
That's the best way to do it."

Agent Starbird  : We can probably get you a west-facing room, but I hope 
you brought your own incense.

Mr. Nedler  : [probably]

Pagan Pub  : Uh, you have incense in your luggage, but that's back at the 
hotel suite. (taken there by agents)

Mr. Nedler  : "I can use a plate or an ashtray if I have to man.  The 
burner's not important."

Agent Starbird  : "Of course."

[Agent Fenemore, allowing his mind to drift as he stared at the 
flickering images of the crystal created by the electron microscope, 
witnesses a brief image of the night sky form before his eyes. He is 
unable to recognize the constellations visible, due either to the short 
period of time for which he observed the phenomenon or something else.]

Agent Fenemore : "Night sky"

Pagan Pub  : You can probably get the crystal for a while if you wish.

Mr. Nedler  : "Can we borrow this for a while?  I need to settle it's 
aura before I try it out."

Agent Starbird  : Heck, let's take it with us! Nothing like painting a 
psychic bullseye on our backs."

Mr. Nedler  : [Starbird:  we can leave it behind us later.]

Pagan Pub  : "Uh, I'll have to call Gaston." (he does)

Mr. Nedler  : "Tell him Gary wants it."

Pagan Pub  : "Gaston says it's okay if you want to take it. We've got 
some more tests to run on the data we've collected, but it's all over 
here, really."

Mr. Nedler  : "Man, we can send a driver for my incense if it's a 
problem."
Pagan Pub  : Up to you guys.

Agent Starbird  : No, no, let's head back to the hotel -- it's been a 
long day, anyway...

Pagan Pub  : True.

Mr. Nedler  : "I don't want to buy any on campus, you never know where 
it's from."

Pagan Pub  : Okay, I guess you stick the crystal in your pocket or nose 
or whatever. Techs busy themselves again.

Agent Fenemore : Perhaps the library?

Mr. Nedler  : "Oh, yes, they have a good occult collection in the special 
archives here."

Agent Starbird  : They do?

Agent Fenemore : OF COURSE THEY DO!!!

Mr. Nedler  : [just a stab, but all universities have SOMETHING]

Agent Starbird  : As good as Miskatonic's?

Mr. Nedler  : "No, man, Miskatonic is the best anywhere."

Pagan Pub  : [probably not much here actually. Wash. U. isn't exactly 
known as an occult study center]

Agent Starbird  : "I'll tell you an assignment *I* want -- I want to be 
there when they open those special research libraries in the Kremlin."

Mr. Nedler  : "Oh, man, wait, I'm thinking of U of Washington, DC." 
Mr. Nedler  : "Or was that U of Seattle, Washington?  I get them all 
mixed up.  They're syntactically similar."

Pagan Pub  : Where to?

Agent Starbird  : Back to the hotel?

Mr. Nedler  : Hotel room for meditation, I guess.

Pagan Pub  : Okay, Gaston has gotten you guys a suite at the Hilton in 
St. Louis.

Mr. Nedler  : [Okay, zoom to hotel, set up, meditate, etc.  Take any 
precautions I can think of, which isn't many because because]

Pagan Pub  : All your baggage has been taken there already.

Agent Fenemore : Ok - I check a few astronomy atlases out of library - 
looking for the sky

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore: okay, but you'll have a hard time recalling the 
image.

Agent Fenemore : Can't hurt

Pagan Pub  : At the hotel, you guys stumble in, call up room service. 
Fenemore pages through astronomy books.

Agent Starbird  : ::Do some quick unpacking, splash water on my face::

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: feel a bit better.

Pagan Pub  : Nedler unpacks burner, maybe a little mat. Gets comfy in 
front of window.
Pagan Pub  : St. Louis stretches before you, buildings like rushes in a 
brook. You clear your mind.

Mr. Nedler  : [too late now, but forgot to ask] Will break in crystal 
affect meditation?

Pagan Pub  : Nedler: dunno...it would if you were used to it before 
break, but in this case.?
Pagan Pub  : You're all pretty tired now. Getting to this room reminds 
you you've been up for ages.

Mr. Nedler  : Hmmm.  Should I sleep and try this tomorrow?

Agent Starbird  : ::in room with Gary, watching and waiting::

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore is snoring somewhere behind you.

Mr. Nedler  : "Hope I don't reach *his* dreams, man.  Bad vibes."

Agent Starbird  : ::brought gun with me::

Pagan Pub  : Incense fills the room with a musky, pleasant smell.
Pagan Pub  : Fenemore's snoring grows softer.
Pagan Pub  : Fenemore's snoring stops.

Agent Fenemore : ZZZZ....*

Pagan Pub  : Nedler, you feel yourself floating within yourself.

Mr. Nedler  : ::  mmmm, groovy ::

Pagan Pub  : Nedler drifts off.
Pagan Pub  : Sitting cross-legged, then slumps over to the floor.

Mr. Nedler  : ::  mantra ::  mmmmmm, :: thunk ::

Agent Starbird  : ::go over softly, make sure he's still breathing::

Pagan Pub  : Nedler? Yep. Breathing deeply.

Agent Starbird  : :: Fine. Go back and continue vigil. ::

Pagan Pub  : Nedler lies there on the floor with eyes closed and breathes 
regularly.
Pagan Pub  : He looks a little pale. 

Agent Starbird  : Are Nedler's eyes open? Does he appear to be dreaming? 
Can I tell?

Pagan Pub  : His eyes are closed. No indication of REM eye movements. His 
breathing is softer.

Agent Starbird  : OK. Continue to watch carefully.

Pagan Pub  : He looks rather pale now.

Agent Starbird  : I'm going to shake him awake, if I can...

Pagan Pub  : He lies there, breathing shallowly.

Agent Starbird  : I check his pulse.

Pagan Pub  : Slow.

Agent Starbird  : Regular?

Pagan Pub  : yes. You feel a bit drowsy yourself.

Agent Starbird  : Go and get a glass of cold water from bathroom, return 
and check condition.

Pagan Pub  : You walk out into the living room to go to the bathroom. 
Fenemore slumped in chair.

Agent Starbird  : And how's Fenemore?

Pagan Pub  : His hair has gone completely white. He doesn't appear to be 
breathing.

Agent Starbird  : Oh, poop.

Agent Fenemore : <<< POOP  - ALL I GET IS POOP? >>>>

Mr. Nedler  : [ROFL, Brilliant misdirection, Pagan]

Pagan Pub  : There's no color in his flesh.

Agent Starbird  : Grab phone, ask front desk to call ambulance and send 
up medical help right away.

Pagan Pub  : "Do you still want room service sir?"

Agent Starbird  : "An ambulance, you dolt! Now! This is an emergency!"

Pagan Pub  : "<hand over phone> cancel the order for room 313! oh and get 
an ambulance!"

Agent Starbird  : Lay Fenemore out on floor, begin CPR.

Pagan Pub  : His body is somewhat cool to the touch, but he *is* 
breathing *very* shallowly

Agent Starbird  : How's Fenemore's pulse? 

Pagan Pub  : very slow, somewhat irregular.

Agent Starbird  : Great. Pour a little cold water on his face, go into 
other room and check on Gary.

Pagan Pub  : Gary is also breathing very shallowly. Very pale.

Agent Starbird  : Use remaining water to extinguish incense, drag Gary 
into front room.

Pagan Pub  : Okay.

Mr. Nedler  : [Now you're thinking.  Where were our heads before?  ;-)  ]


Pagan Pub  : [;-)]
Pagan Pub  : You feel better yourself now, needless to say. Adrenalin and 
all that.

Agent Starbird  : Panic is more like it. Trying to think back to my 
training -- this isn't very good, medically, is it?

Pagan Pub  : You should try to revive them somehow.
Pagan Pub  : There's a bit of pink to Gary's cheeks.

Agent Starbird  : This isn't like, normal deep sleep, or intense 
meditation ... in other words, I'm not making a fool of myself over 
nothing.

Agent Fenemore : [Oh no, shallow breathing and a weak pulse are signs of 
good health...]

Pagan Pub  : oh I think it's something alright. Usually meditation 
doesn't turn your hair white either.

Agent Starbird  : Open several windows.

Pagan Pub  : Okay, you get some air going.

Agent Starbird  : Get some more cold water, splash on faces, try to shake 
people awake.

Pagan Pub  : [SPLASH]

Agent Starbird  : Call Gaston on the cellular, explain situation, say I 
need help STAT.
Agent Starbird  : [Figure Gaston can get an ambulance here faster than 
those clowns at the front desk.] 

Pagan Pub  : Nedler sputters.
Pagan Pub  : Fenemore takes a deep breath, then resumes shallow 
breathing, better than before.

Mr. Nedler  : "spp, spp, what happened.  "

Pagan Pub  : Nedler: you're very woozy.

Mr. Nedler  : "whoa, man, where am I?  Good thing I'm lying down, man."

Agent Starbird  : "Stay calm, Gary. You were fading away or something. Do 
you remember anything?"

Mr. Nedler  : "Past lives man.  Swimming for incense."
Mr. Nedler  : "Nothing works.  System's screwed up."

Agent Starbird  : How's Fenemore doing?

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore is breathing regularly, a bit of color in his 
cheeks. He's still unconscious, however.

Mr. Nedler  : "Only good cover is a flakey cover."
Mr. Nedler  : "Never let them know when you're serious."
Mr. Nedler  : "Keep that Kyle guy away from my daughter."

Agent Starbird  : [well, *THAT* certainly explains some things...]

Pagan Pub  : LONG minutes go by.
Pagan Pub  : Not LOTS of minutes,just LONG ones!

Mr. Nedler  : "mumble" 

Agent Starbird  : As long as nobody's condition is deteriorating, I keep 
them covered and immobile and all that other good first aid stuff

Pagan Pub  : okay.

Agent Starbird  : Oh, I grab the crystal before the ambulance guys take 
Gary and Kyle away. Hate for it to get misplaced.

Pagan Pub  : KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Pagan Pub  : (rattle rattle of knob)

Agent Starbird  : "Yes?"

Pagan Pub  : "Hello? You need an ambulance?"

Agent Starbird  : :: put away gun, open door ::

Pagan Pub  : You open the door.
Pagan Pub  : We'll end it here.


Call of Cthulhu Online Game
Sponsored by Pagan Publishing
Transcript of fourth session -- April 17th, 1993

---> Players
Mr Shiny -- Agent Kyle Fenemore, F.B.I.
The Gamer -- Clarence Starbird, F.B.I. trainee
Don Rice -- Gary Nedler, new age bookstore owner and long-time govt. 
consultant

--->Transcript
4/17/93 11:55:13 AM Opening "DG Game 4" for recording.

Pagan Pub  : Agent Starbird was at the door.
Pagan Pub  : Agent Fenemore, hair gone white, was lying on the floor 
nearby.
Pagan Pub  : Mr. Nedler was mumbling someplace close by as well.

Agent Starbird  : :: opens the door ::

Pagan Pub  : There's a guy standing there wearing a bellhop's outfit.
Pagan Pub  : He looks a bit panicked.
Pagan Pub  : "Sir, I have first aid training...the ambulance is on it's 
way, I heard the sirens..."

Agent Starbird  : Didn't someboy holler "We're the paramedics" on the 
other side of the door last time?

Pagan Pub  : (could have been "here are the paramedics" or something 
similar...this guy seems rather flustered)

Mr. Nedler  : "mmmm bbbbb llllll"

Pagan Pub  : He's holding a box with a red cross on it
Pagan Pub  : "Is there anything I can do?

Agent Starbird  : Ok, fine ... "come on in, and monitor that white-haired 
guy closely.""
Agent Starbird  : "Tell me if there's any change in his condition."

Pagan Pub  : "Uh, right away sir!"
Pagan Pub  : Down the hall, elevator doors open and there's a bunch of 
shouting.

Agent Starbird  : :: go over to Nedler, try and make out his mumblings ::


Pagan Pub  : Nedler mumbles away...

Mr. Nedler  : "mmmm bbbb llllll"

Pagan Pub  : You hear noise in the hallway like they're rolling carts 
down the hall or something.

Pagan Pub  : Bellhop checks Fenemore's pulse, etc.
Pagan Pub  : Paramedics burst into the room with gear, leaving carts in 
the hall.
Pagan Pub  : To make a long story short, they bundle up Fenemore and 
Nedler, give them the once-over, and then beat feet for the hospital.

Agent Starbird  : I flash my FBI credentials and hitch a ride in the 
ambulance.

Pagan Pub  : No problem.

Agent Starbird  : When in ambulance, I call Gaston and inform him of our 
situation and destination.

Pagan Pub  : He's en route to the hospital as well.
Pagan Pub  : He's sending some agents to your hotel room to secure the 
scene.
Pagan Pub  : At the hospital, they check over our two addled heroes.
Pagan Pub  : Nedler is revived in short order. Fenemore they put on an IV 
and run some tests.
Pagan Pub  : (Nedler, you're in bed but you can talk freely.)
Pagan Pub  : (Fenemore, you're still out for now.)

Mr. Nedler  : "mmmm bbbb llllll did anyone get the number of that 
crystal?"

Agent Starbird  : "Take it easy, Gary. What happened?"

Mr. Nedler  : "mmmm bbbb llllll"  [looks around room]

Agent Starbird  : "That's OK, Gary. Take your time..."

Mr. Nedler  : "I was meditating, man, real peaceful."
Mr. Nedler  : "I just got more and more into the zen state, but then I 
couldn't get out man.  I had no will power."
Mr. Nedler  : "I was like one with all and it was using me."

Agent Starbird  : "Using you for what? How?"

Mr. Nedler  : "I don't know man, but I have no energy."
Mr. Nedler  : "Does anyone have any wheat grass juice?"

Agent Starbird  : "I'll check, Gary. You just rest."

Mr. Nedler  : "mmmm bbbb llllll"

Agent Starbird  : :: going to check on Kyle ::

Pagan Pub  : Kyle is lying quietly.

Pagan Pub  : Docs are monitoring him. Say he's in a mild coma, and 
they'll try to bring him out of it in a bit.
Pagan Pub  : But first, some rest and medication.

Agent Starbird  : Is Gaston here yet?

Pagan Pub  : Gaston arrives during this time.

Agent Starbird  : I make my report.

Pagan Pub  : Okay. He listens sagely.

Pagan Pub  : "Why do you think you three were affected by the crystal, 
when the lab boys weren't?"

Pagan Pub  : (you've discussed the possibility of it being gas or 
something, and that's being checked on)

Agent Starbird  : "Nedler was doing some sort of meditation thing, 
concentrating on the crystal....
Agent Starbird  : "That might have triggered something, or maybe Nedler 
and Fenemore are more sensitive to this sort of thing."

Pagan Pub  : "Hmm..."

Mr. Nedler  : "Standard zen meditation mantra trance, man."

Agent Starbird  : "Gary was burning incense, all sorts of things."

Pagan Pub  : Gaston's phone rings.
Pagan Pub  : He puts it to his ear and talks for a moment.
Pagan Pub  : Then he's yelling into the phone. "A-12 at the hotel, stat! 
Get the SLPD to cordon off the block!"
Pagan Pub  : He starts running. "Come on, Starbird!"

Agent Starbird  : :: following at full sprint ::

Mr. Nedler  : "mmmm bbbb llllll what about me?

Pagan Pub  : A nurse gives you jello.
Pagan Pub  : (hang out for a bit...won't take long)

Mr. Nedler  : "No, man, this is full of preservatives."

Pagan Pub  : [jello??? I thought it was inert or something..;-) ]

Mr. Nedler  : [I don't know, it sounded good ... ;-)]

Pagan Pub  : Starbird, you and Gaston pile into the sedan outside and 
rocket towards the hotel.

Agent Starbird  : [something Starbird should know: what's an A-12?]

Pagan Pub  : [A-12: rapid armed response team]

Pagan Pub  : "The team I sent to secure your room ran into resistance. 
We've got casualties...I don't know what's going on." He yaks on the 
phone some more.

Agent Starbird  : Great. Just great.
Agent Starbird  : A hectic car ride later...

Pagan Pub  : By the time you arrive, there's police cars swarming around.

Pagan Pub  : Gaston has gotten confirmation that there are three agents 
down, two still up.
Pagan Pub  : Sirens coming from a dozen directions it seems.
Pagan Pub  : Ambulance followed you from the hospital by a minute or so.

Agent Starbird  : Any dogs growling? 

Pagan Pub  : Nope! ;-)

Pagan Pub  : As the two of you run into the lobby, you see a group of 
guys in FBI jackets holding assault rifles and various gear. 
Pagan Pub  : They're checking over stuff. Gaston is still talking on the 
phone.

Agent Starbird  : It's not really my place to take the lead here. I stay 
by Gaston's side and look eager.

Pagan Pub  : He barks at the agents: "Three down, two up. I'm in contact 
with Agent Matthews, he says the corridor is clear but doesn't know about 
the room."

Agent Starbird  : "Any clue on who or what we're dealing with?"

Pagan Pub  : The team hustles up the stairs. Gaston and you take another 
stairwell with some other agents, at a slower pace.

Pagan Pub  : "Matthews wasn't in the room. He says Iron saw a dog."
Pagan Pub  : (Gaston is almost babbling, trying to make out the voice on 
the phone.)

Agent Starbird  : Have I seen the bellhop Rex since I returned to the 
hotel?

Pagan Pub  : Nope.

Agent Starbird  : Rex -- what a giveaway! I completely missed it...

Pagan Pub  : (tsk, tsk!) 

Pagan Pub  : You race up the stairs. Emerging onto your floor, you see 
the armed agents positioned in the hall.
Pagan Pub  : The lights are flickering.
Pagan Pub  : There's a foul smell coming from down the hall a bit. The 
agents are at your door.
Pagan Pub  : You smell cordite.

Agent Starbird  : Drawing my 9mm auto, unless I was issued one of those 
nifty assault rifles downstairs...

Pagan Pub  : The agents go in, there's quiet for a bit. Some voices.
Pagan Pub  : Gaston is talking to Matthews, standing here. "Iron and I 
were at either end of the hall. I went into the stairwell to check it 
out, and I heard shots."
Pagan Pub  : "When I came back in, Iron was lying at the end of the hall. 
I went to the room, and the guys were down, they'd been torn apart. Blood 
everywhere. I ran down to Iron, he was bruised, but okay so I took off 
down the stairwell. Found nothing."
Pagan Pub  : Iron said a big dog knocked him down and took off down the 
stairwell.
Pagan Pub  : That's about it.."
Pagan Pub  : Agents come out of your hotel room, give the all clear.
Pagan Pub  : Gaston sprints down the hall.

Agent Starbird  : [considering requesting a hotel suite with no 
corners...]
Agent Starbird  : :: sprints after ::

Pagan Pub  : Coming into your hotel room, it's a mess.
Pagan Pub  : The room has been tossed, or was being tossed: drawers out, 
suitcases open, etc.
Pagan Pub  : Three agents are scattered about the room.

Agent Starbird  : I guess I'm gonna need a new suit...

Pagan Pub  : Their injuries are bloody and rough.

Agent Starbird  : Like they were mauled by an animal?

Pagan Pub  : Could very well be.
Pagan Pub  : Throats torn out, arms mangled, cheeks torn off.
Pagan Pub  : Two have weapons out, you see bullet casings.

Agent Starbird  : I think Gary tripped the equivalent of a supernatural 
car alarm, and this was the armed response...

Pagan Pub  : Looks like one was caught in the bedroom where Nedler had 
been, the other two in the main part of the suite near the door. 
Pagan Pub  : The agents are definitely dead.
Pagan Pub  : Gaston curses. "Alright, out, out, let's leave forensics 
SOMETHING to look at!"
Pagan Pub  : Questions, Starbird?

Agent Starbird  : I scan for anything that might be missing from what I 
remember, expecially my computer.

Pagan Pub  : You see it. Hasn't been touched.

Agent Starbird  : Anything else missing or destroyed?

Pagan Pub  : Can't tell yet. Nothing obvious.

Agent Starbird  : I tell Gaston I want to talk to a bellhop named Rex.

Pagan Pub  : "You've got a badge, get down there."

Agent Starbird  : OK. I head downstairs, taking the stairwell Iron says 
the dog bounded down, checking for clues along the way (blood spatters, 
hairs, anything).

Pagan Pub  : Roll percentiles...

Agent Starbird  : 71

Pagan Pub  : (Nedler and Fenemore: you are both conscious at this point, 
feel free to talk to each other)
Pagan Pub  : Don't spot anything.

Agent Starbird  : Great. Just great.
Agent Starbird  : [BTW, do I have just my pistol, or did I get one of 
those assault rifles?]

Pagan Pub  : (just pistol. you can ask for one downstairs, if you wish.)
Pagan Pub  : Downstairs, no employee named Rex.

Agent Starbird  : I describe Rex. Anyone recognize the description?

Pagan Pub  : Doesn't sound like anyone they know.

Agent Starbird  : Great. Just great.

Pagan Pub  : (he was short, kind of pasty-faced, slightly oily brown 
hair, skinny)

Agent Starbird  : I talk to the bellhop staff. Anyone remember my phone 
call to the front desk? Anyone come upstairs? Anyone missing? Anyone see 
a big dog? 

Pagan Pub  : No, no one remembers a phone call, including the initial 
room service request. Nothing in the log.
Pagan Pub  : None of the staff knew an ambulance was coming, in fact.
Pagan Pub  : No dog, either.

Agent Starbird  : Interesting. I call up to Gaston and ask him to check 
the phone in the room. Does it connect to the front desk?

Pagan Pub  : "I'll put it on the list of things to check."

Agent Starbird  : Fine.

Pagan Pub  : More agents, cops, etc. are piling into the lobby. They're 
taking the guest register, etc and doing all that stuff.

Agent Starbird  : Does the hotel have a first aid kit?

Pagan Pub  : Several, including one on each floor by the fire hose stuff.


Agent Starbird  : I want them all checked. "Rex" was carrying a first aid 
kit.

Pagan Pub  : One on your floor is missing, but is found in your hotel 
room.

Agent Starbird  : I want it dusted, etc. (though that probably was 
already being done).

Pagan Pub  : No problem.
Pagan Pub  : Agents are securing the scene. Cops are running 
interference.
Pagan Pub  : Things slow down and get dull in short order.

Agent Starbird  : Give me the exact details of my parting with "Rex." Did 
I leave with him still in the room? Was he out in the hall with me? I 
didn't get the specifics down, and maybe that was a mistake... 

Pagan Pub  : You said you locked the door, so yes, he was out in the hall 
when you left.

Agent Starbird  : OK. Just checking.

Pagan Pub  : There are, of course, numerous questions/requests about the 
scene of the crime. We'll handle those later, since they will take time. 
Any immediate stuff?

Agent Starbird  : If things are really bogging down into the routine, I'm 
heading back to the hospital.

Pagan Pub  : Okay.

Mr. Nedler  : Nedler goes to talk to Fenemore.

Agent Fenemore  : Why are you looking at my head?

Pagan Pub  : (LOL)
[FenemoreŐs hair turned white from his experience in the hotel room]

Mr. Nedler  : "Good hairstyle, man.  Very distinguished."
Agent Fenemore  : What do you mean?

Mr. Nedler  : "Come on, don't kid me.  Those older women will really go 
for you now."

Pagan Pub  : Starbird, you're en route to the hospital.

Agent Starbird  : OK.

Agent Fenemore  : Nedler, give me a mirror.

Pagan Pub  : You arrive in short order. You meet Nedler and Fenemore in 
Fenemore's room.

Mr. Nedler  : "Here, man.  It's the new you."

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore is looking at a mirror as you walk in.

Agent Starbird  : "Bad news, guys. Something hit the team that was 
securing our suite. Three agents went down."

Mr. Nedler  : "Major bad scene."

Pagan Pub  : Worse news: Fenemore, you'll need a big bottle of hair dye.

Agent Fenemore  : I try to comb it down. Interesting phenomena

Agent Starbird  : Either of you remember anything? What did you 
experience while you were out?

Mr. Nedler  : "I told you man.  My zen energy was being sapped."

Agent Starbird  : But did you see anything? Shapes? Voices? Temperature? 
Anything?

Mr. Nedler  : "No man.  Just a calm blackness.  "

Agent Fenemore  : I drempt

Agent Starbird  : Of what did you dream, Kyle?

Agent Fenemore  : I had two dreams.  In the first I was the Major.  It 
was a ritual involving the crystal. 
Agent Fenemore  : In the center of the party, I was waiting for the 
crystal to release the energy it had been storing from the people at the 
party .. could some one get some donuts? I also know the name of the 
person who gave the Major the crystal. 

Mr. Nedler  : "Who, man?  Was he a reputable New Age source?"

Agent Starbird  : Isn't "reputable New Age" an oxymoron of sorts?

Mr. Nedler  : "I don't know what you mean, man."

Agent Fenemore  : The name was Valiant.

Pagan Pub  : [orderly brings powered, jelly, and chocolate]

Agent Starbird  : That's all of the first dream? You were waiting for the 
crystal to release energy, but it didn't?

Agent Fenemore  : I didn't get to the release on energy.  I was high on 
drugs in felatio with Charlene, waiting for the crystal to 'cut loose.'

Mr. Nedler  : "Psychic metaphor, no doubt."

Agent Starbird  : Y'know, Kyle, I think your first reaction wasn't far 
off -- they were using this crystal as some sort of sex-enhancing magic, 
and it literally blew up in their faces...

Mr. Nedler  : "I told you man, psychic metaphor.  The mind is a powerful 
force."

Agent Fenemore  : The second dream was . . . odd. 
Agent Fenemore  : I was in space and saw a reddish planet surronded by 
small satellites with shapes flitting between them.

Mr. Nedler  : "Man, are you sure of the scale?  Cosmic things are 
sometimes bigger than they appear."

Agent Fenemore  : I didn't have much to judge size against.

Agent Starbird  : Either of you have any recollection or impressions that 
involve a dog?

Mr. Nedler  : "No, no animals or ecological impressions at all."

Agent Starbird  : Kyle?

Agent Fenemore  : no no animals

Agent Starbird  : Let me bring you up on some other things...
Agent Starbird  : After the two of you went unconscious, I tried to 
revive you and called downstairs for an ambulance and some first aid. 
Later, a bellhop showed up with a first aid kit.
Agent Starbird  : While he was in the room, I thought I briefly heard a 
dog growl, but didn't think much of it at the time.
Agent Starbird  : Later, the paramedics arrive, and we go to the 
hospital. I locked the door with the bellhop who called himself "Rex" 
outside. Gaston sent a team to secure the room, and they were attacked by 
a large dog-like creature that killed three of 'em.
Agent Starbird  : It also turns out that there's no such bellhop on staff 
as this "Rex" guy, and the front desk had no record of my phone call for 
help.
Agent Starbird  : Any ideas?

Mr. Nedler  : "'Rex' is a common name for dogs.  Possible semiotic 
significance here, man."

Agent Starbird  : I was thinking that, too -- in hindsight, 
unfortunately. Many agents of evil like to taunt humans that way.

Mr. Nedler  : [Agents or GMs of evil, hmm?]

Pagan Pub  : (hey now!)

Mr. Nedler  : "Also, who *was* on staff that night at the hotel?  Did 
they report anything? ...
Mr. Nedler  : Are they still around."

Agent Starbird  : I interviewed the staff -- they didn't know anything 
was up until the ambulance pulled up.

Pagan Pub  : Staff is being questioned.
Pagan Pub  : (in addition to what Starbird already found out)

Mr. Nedler  : "Any reports of loose dogs?  Long shot, but we have to 
check, man."

Agent Starbird  : Kyle -- what about this Valiant guy? You see a face? Or 
get a first name?
Agent Starbird  : I dunno, Gary -- I saw the bodies. The thing ripped 
three trained agents apart, one before he got a shot off. I don't think 
it was an escapee from the pound.
Agent Starbird  : But no harm in being thorough...
Agent Starbird  : I'm going to place a call to Gaston and see if he's got 
any new developments...

Pagan Pub  : He says they're talking to staff, guests, etc.
Pagan Pub  : Found a splitter in a phone junction box on your floor. 
Re-directed the call to a small cellular unit.
Pagan Pub  : Someone using a cellular phone with this stuff would have 
answered calls you made to desk.
Pagan Pub  : Which means they could have been anywhere in the area.

Agent Starbird  : Finally -- a non-supernatural answer to a question...

Mr. Nedler  : Ah, who knew we were booked at this hotel?

Pagan Pub  : Well, the suite has been booked since before you arrived 
this morning, by the Feds.
Pagan Pub  : But they've taken rooms and suites in a number of hotels 
across town. It's no secret the Feds are all over St. Louis. BUT, as to 
which room would hold you guys...???

Agent Fenemore  : Didn't see Valiant or get any other name?

Mr. Nedler  : Could we have been followed from the hospital to the hotel?


Agent Starbird  : Suggest they check if communications are secure in 
those other suites...
Mr. Nedler  : Are these government vehicles we're using easily 
identifiable?

Pagan Pub  : Followed: could have been. Communications: it's being 
checked. Vehicles: they're official cars.

Agent Starbird  : I dunno -- I have a feeling we're not exactly hitting 
on all cylinders. We were dog-tired when we got to the hotel in the first 
place -- it's got to be pushing midnight by now, right?

Pagan Pub  : Yep.

Mr. Nedler  : Either they're using a mundane means of singling us out, or 
psychic.  Either way they've got to be after the crystal.
Mr. Nedler  : The odds of them hitting our group of Feds randomly is 
pretty high.

Pagan Pub  : Okay, let's wrap it up here for this week.
4/17/93 1:46:57 PM Closing Log file.


Call of Cthulhu Online Game
Sponsored by Pagan Publishing
Transcript of fifth session -- April 24th, 1993

---> Players
The Gamer-- Clarence Starbird, F.B.I. trainee
Don Rice-- Gary Nedler, new age bookstore owner and long-time govt. 
consultant
Mr Shiny was not present for this game, and so his character ("Agent 
Fenemore") is presumed to still be convalescing in the hospital after his 
brief coma.

--->Transcript
24/4/93 11.48.58 Opening "DG Game 5" for recording.

The Gamer : I had a question about Delta Green...

Pagan Pub  : Yes?

The Gamer : They have *no* official status, right? So as far as rules of 
conduct and procedure go, we get no special slack because we're Delta 
Green...
The Gamer : It's just that I've been thinking about what I'd do if I saw 
my bellhop buddy Rex again.
The Gamer : And it occurs to me that pulling out by 9mm and opening up on 
him wouldn't exactly be good for my career.

Pagan Pub  : Um, you're right. Delta Green gives you no special authority 
in and of itself. BUT, what it *does* mean is that other DG-aware people 
may assist or cover for you. So if you blew away someone in a restaurant 
for DG reasons, if a DG guy were in charge of the case or something he 
could do whatever he could to explain what happened.

The Gamer : Yeah, but it would definitely be an iffy thing ... what if a 
non-DG guy got involved and I got prosecuted? It would be "Bye, bye, 
Starbird..."

Pagan Pub  : To the extent that a DG guy is or is not in a position to do 
something, yeah...
Pagan Pub  : If the shit really hit the fan, someone would take care of 
it. But that wouldn't necessarily be in a way you'd like.

The Gamer : Today's moral dilemma: "Would Starbird sacrifice his career 
to save Life As We Know It? Stay Tuned..."

Don Rice  : In this storyline we've got a DG guy managing the case, 
right?

Pagan Pub  : Right--Gaston is DG-aware, but only barely. He just wants 
help cuz he doesn't have a clue.

Don Rice  : So he *isn't* really a DG guy in the coverup sense.

Pagan Pub  : If you made a big mess that wasn't easy to clean up...well, 
it would depend on what good came of it. Ultimately, he wants to put a 
terrorist in jail.

Pagan Pub  : Okay...
Pagan Pub  : You wanted info about the scene at the hotel. 

Agent Starbird : Yeah, lay it on us, boss.

Pagan Pub  : The three agents in your hotel room were mauled by a large 
animal.

Mr. Nedler  : Bellhops are good for that.  ;-)

Pagan Pub  : The wounds suggest a canine, but one of substantial size and 
strength.
Pagan Pub  : Larger than any known, I should say. Teeth marks suggest the 
animal's head was larger than a human's, closer to a large bear. Extended 
jaw, sharp teeth.
Pagan Pub  : The assailant went for the throat on the first agent and 
took him down immediately. 
Pagan Pub  : The other agents apparently opened fire, but no blood on the 
scene was found other than the agents'.
Pagan Pub  : The fight lasted less than a minute, from what witnesses 
have related (time of gunshots to time the other agent arrived). 
Pagan Pub  : Both agents were raked by claws in several places. The 
wounds in some places were an inch deep.
Pagan Pub  : One of the two agents was gutted and mauled, and was still 
alive when found, but died before medical assistance arrived.
Pagan Pub  : The other was bitten on the throat. The head was then torn 
off and bitten once as if the assailant meant to chew it.
Pagan Pub  : Saliva in the wounds has been examined. It suggests a canine 
as well.
Pagan Pub  : No idea yet of what exactly did this. A trained attack dog 
seems likely, but the size is a  problem. There is conjecture about 
experiments with steroids and breeding programs (re: canines), but no 
real answer.
Pagan Pub  : Questions? Things I haven't addressed?

Mr. Nedler  : Did anyone see anyone or anything odd around the hotel 
right after the attack?

Pagan Pub  : Guests questioned vaguely remember the bellhop riding up in 
the elevator, but that's about it.
Pagan Pub  : People in neighboring rooms heard the noise, etc. but that's 
all.

Agent Starbird : Can they match up the spent casings with bullet holes 
and recovered slugs to determine if the thing was hit by gunfire?

Pagan Pub  : Twelve shots were fired. Four slugs were found.

Mr. Nedler  : But no blood?  Whoa.

Mr. Nedler  : Does all the blood found match the agents' blood?

Pagan Pub  : Blood? Yes, it's all the agents'.

Agent Starbird : Can Gaston get me some silver bullets? ;-)

Pagan Pub  : He probably could, if you really wanted to ask! ;-)

Agent Starbird : That's OK ... I might try and track some down on my own, 
though...

Mr. Nedler  : The hotel has no records of that bellhop, right?  Who was 
actually on duty then, etc.

Pagan Pub  : The employees on duty are being screened. Nothing yet.
Pagan Pub  : A bellhop's uniform is missing, apparently taken from a 
storage closet.

Mr. Nedler  : As I see it we've got two questions here:
Mr. Nedler  : 1.  Why didn't the bellhop just kill you when you opened 
the door?
Mr. Nedler  : 2.  What did we have that he was after that the other 
agents in town didn't?
Mr. Nedler  : Ideas?

Agent Starbird : [It could be a phenomenon known as "PC's Luck"] 

Mr. Nedler  : Let's assume not for a minute.  That implies it takes him a 
while to change form.  We might be able to use that later.

Agent Starbird : Of course, we're only assuming that Rex the bellhop and 
the killer dog are one and the same.
Agent Starbird : Not a bad assumption, admittedly... 

Agent Starbird : Good. A decent working theory. But why did he reappear 
after we left?
Agent Starbird : How did he get into the locked room? What was he after, 
since he knew we weren't there?
Agent Starbird : I mean, he wasn't after *us* personally -- I can only 
guess the crystal...

Mr. Nedler  : Right.  What did we have that he wanted?  Maybe he couldn't 
detect the crystal in human form

Agent Starbird : And if that's so, why didn't Rex hit the science lab? 
Techies would be easier to hit than agents...

Mr. Nedler  : Pagan, I forgot.  Was the hotel room door forced?

Pagan Pub  : Nope.

Mr. Nedler  : Hmmm.  Lab.  Running water?  Daytime?  Mirrors?

Agent Starbird : Beats me...

Mr. Nedler  : Grasping at straws there.
Mr. Nedler  : Well, what's our next step?

Agent Starbird : Does Rex have a third, undetectable form? Even as a 
bellhop, the agents wouldn't have let him in the room...

Mr. Nedler  : No, but they might have opened the door.  Good point.

Mr. Nedler  : But he would have had to change, then knock.  Why didn't he 
do it to us?

Pagan Pub  : At the moment, the two of you are talking at the hospital. 
Your white-haired compatriot Agent Fenemore is in bed sedated and asleep; 
he'll recuperate for a day or so.
Pagan Pub  : Actually, I take that back--as I recall you were heading to 
bed (it was still very late) at a new hotel. So it's now the next 
morning, unless you have comments. You sleep with guards outside, etc.

Mr. Nedler  : Pagan -- could the hotel keys have been borrowed?

Pagan Pub  : No keys are missing from the hotel, but the lock might have 
been picked or something.

Agent Starbird : Wait, wait... Did the guys securing the hall at both 
ends see a bellhop at any point during all this?

Pagan Pub  : No. They think the creature was already in the room.

Agent Starbird : OK, Rex doubles back after I leave for the hospital (in 
bellhop form), uses a passkey to let himself in, tosses the suite. The 
agents show up, Rex changes to beast form, tears 'em up, and flees.
Agent Starbird : Then somewhere else (in the stairwell maybe?) he changes 
back to bellhop form and slips away....

Mr. Nedler  : As agents, how hard would it be to pick a hotel room door 
lock like this? 

Pagan Pub  : Not hard at all, really. Most criminals would force it, but 
with the right tools, no big deal.

Mr. Nedler  : Right tools = a credit card? Or more sophisticated?

Pagan Pub  : No, lockpick set kind of stuff.

Mr. Nedler  : Was there a balcony or fire escape or similar entrance?

Pagan Pub  : Um, just the stairs at the end of the hall and elevators.
Pagan Pub  : Note that the agents in the hall reported a large dog-like 
creature...one was slashed by it but lived. It ran down the stairwell, 
and was not seen again.

Agent Starbird : Right...
Agent Starbird : That fits the scenario, certainly.

Mr. Nedler  : Does the stairwell go all the way to the basement?

Pagan Pub  : Yes, it does. But the basement is pretty active (kitchen, 
laundry, etc.) and no one there noticed anything amiss.
Pagan Pub  : Bellhops were seen on other floors, nothing unusual there. 
Descriptions varied.
Pagan Pub  : Conceivably, "Rex" left the stairs a few floors above or 
below and then made his way out through elevators or something, perhaps 
with a change of clothes. Assuming he and the creature are the same.

Agent Starbird : assuming... 

Mr. Nedler  : Oh, obviously.  Duh!  He went *up* the stairs.  Check the 
hotel for other guests.
Mr. Nedler  : Laundry in the basement.  Any clothes missing?  Any 
bloodstains found?
Mr. Nedler  : Also, any bloodstains found on the roof?

Agent Starbird : Yeah, I can't believe that this thing didn't track some 
of the blood he was romping in...

Mr. Nedler  : Not to mention from the 8 slugs he was carrying in him ... 


Agent Starbird : not to mention...

Pagan Pub  : Blood was found in the hallway leading to the stairs where 
the other agent was attacked.
Pagan Pub  : Blood at the scene of the second fight, some on the stairs 
going up. At the next landing, trail ends. All blood found is, again, 
that of the agents'.

Agent Starbird : Great. Just great.
Agent Starbird : Time to get some sleep?

Mr. Nedler  : Is it possible to tell if the trail led out of the 
stairwell onto that floor?

Pagan Pub  : By morning, sweeps of the stairwell and entryways at all 
floors have been done. No sign of blood, but it's a BIG area to check.

Mr. Nedler  : Oh, duh.  When he changes back to bellhop form, the stuff 
on the other form goes into extradimensional space.  Hence the blood 
disappears.  Maybe.

Agent Starbird : So, I guess we're looking for "Rex the Were-Bellhop"...

Pagan Pub  : (jeez, the poor bellhop! just trying to be helpful and you 
suspect he's some sort of creature!)

Mr. Nedler  : At least it's not "The Bellhop of Tindalos".

Pagan Pub  : By Frank Bellhop Long?

Mr. Nedler  : ROF,L

Agent Starbird : Don't give us that, John ... if he's so innocent, why 
doesn't anyone at the hotel remember him?

Pagan Pub  : ;-)

Agent Starbird : I do a quick search through my computer database for 
similar manifestations of big doggies and obsequious bellhops...

Pagan Pub  : Starbird, you can request a list of large-animal attacks 
from across the country, which may take a few days to assemble. (Other 
folks will do the work)

Agent Starbird : That would be helpful, but I was referring to my own 
private database (which I described in my character sheet), though it may 
not be complete enough to be helpful...

Pagan Pub  : Mmm, you have some stories on file about alleged werewolf 
sightings. nothing conclusive, but it's worth keeping an eye out for in 
the future.

Agent Starbird : OK. Worth a shot...

Pagan Pub  : Anyway, come morning, you get this info and have your 
questions answered.
Pagan Pub  : You're both feeling much better in the morning, having 
finally gotten some rest.
Pagan Pub  : Gaston meets you for breakfest with about a dozen other 
agents/techs/cops and you mob a Denny's.

Mr. Nedler  : "Oh, no, man, this food's not healthy.  Do they have any 
wheatgrass juice.?"

Agent Starbird : "Extra nitrates on mine, please, miss..."
Agent Starbird : Any of our dozen or so breakfast buddies have anything 
useful to add?

Pagan Pub  : Most of them look pretty tired...probably been up much of 
the night at the hotel crime scene.
Pagan Pub  : Much of the information above came from their verbal 
reports.
Pagan Pub  : Gaston in particular looks rumpled and tired, but still 
active. 
Pagan Pub  : From the major's house, all of the victims have been 
identified.
Pagan Pub  : Prostitutes all, plus the pimp. Senator DiTorrio is still 
under observation.
Pagan Pub  : The autopsy of Major Daniels has been completed.
Pagan Pub  : It has been determined (as asked) that he did in fact 
ejaculate shortly before death.

Agent Starbird : Did I get that report on DiTorrio's doctor, Chichester 
or whatever?

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: it's waiting for you this morning. Just a 
Washington doc to the powerful. Notes suggest he may be a little loose in 
prescribing some pharmaceuticals, but nothing that would get him in real 
trouble.
Pagan Pub  : For today, there's more work at both crime scenes of course. 
Gaston would like some suggestions about helpful research that can be 
performed, since he's running out of busy work for the assembled teams.

Mr. Nedler  : Should we check out the local red light district and 
interrogate some hookers. 
Mr. Nedler  : Maybe *they* can interview the local hookers.  Some R&R, 
sort of.

Pagan Pub  : The St. Louis PD will look into the dealer/pimp and his 
girls, no problem.

Agent Starbird : The problem (it seems to me) is that we're looking for 
supernatural phenomena that leave no physical trail. Not much for the 
fiber-and-dust guys to do...
Agent Starbird : I'd be interested in a thorough cataloging of the 
occult-oriented books in the Major's library... plus his computer

Mr. Nedler  : "Good idea man.  Does he have any good books on Tarot?"
Mr. Nedler  : Question:  Did anyone see anything odd around the phone 
closet or whatever where the splice was put into the phone line?

Pagan Pub  : Nothing unusual around the utility closet where the splice 
was made. But a bellhop in there wouldn't draw attention.
Pagan Pub  : As for the books in Daniels' library, he doesn't have a very 
broad selection. All are of recent publication. Gary, you're familiar 
with some of them and in fact sell many of them in your shop.

Mr. Nedler  : "Some of these are fine reference works, man."

Pagan Pub  : They're just run-of-the-mill new age texts. Several books 
from Enolsis are present as well, one of which is inscribed.

Agent Starbird : Really, Gary? You wouldn't happen to own a bellhop 
uniform, do you? ;-)

Mr. Nedler  : "No, man, I don't.  Why?"  ::      ;-)    ::

Mr. Nedler  : What's the inscription say?

Pagan Pub  : "To Larry, from Eddie, for more than I can write."

Agent Starbird : Larry is the major's first name, right? 

Pagan Pub  : Yep.
Pagan Pub  : The book is written by "The Living Power of the Enolsis 
Foundation."

Agent Starbird : Definite clues we have:
Agent Starbird : OK. We've got the crystal pamphlet with the Tulsa 
address...
Agent Starbird : We've got the name "Valiant" that Kyle heard when he was 
tripping
Agent Starbird : And now we've got the name Eddie (I'm assuming Larry is 
the Major...)
Agent Starbird : And we've still got the crystal itself...
Agent Starbird : And we've got a possibly more coherent DiTorrio.

Mr. Nedler  : Does the book give the same address for Enolsis?

Pagan Pub  : Yes, but Enolsis has chapters across the country.

Mr. Nedler  : Is there a local one?  Where possibly some of these books 
were bought?

Pagan Pub  : A quick look at the phone book shows that yes, there is a 
local chapter.

Mr. Nedler  : "Well, the local Enolsis outlet, or fly to Enolsis 
headquarters in Tulsa, man?  It's all the same."

Agent Starbird : You're the expert. If we can get the same info here, why 
travel? 

Mr. Nedler  : "Let's go man."

Pagan Pub  : (well, there's always Frequent Flyer bonuses to consider ;-) 
)

Agent Starbird : Fine. We're wasting daylight. If this doesn't pan out, 
we can alwasy hop a chopper to Tulsa.

Pagan Pub  : Okay.

Agent Starbird : (It's only 300 or so miles to Tulsa, right?)

Pagan Pub  : A plane would be better, actually.

Mr. Nedler  : "No, man, that's a tool of the military industrial complex.  
Umm, I mean ..."

Agent Starbird : "Got news for you, Gary -- Right now, so are you."

Mr. Nedler  : :: looks confused ::

Pagan Pub  : Anyway, the local chapter of Enolsis is in a storefront on 
Delmar. Surrounded by cafes, bookstores (new age and otherwise), clothing 
stores, etc.

Agent Starbird : Whatever. Let's visit the local Enolsis-ians...

Pagan Pub  : You take a Bureau sedan over. Want a driver? Guards? Or just 
you two?

Agent Starbird : How about one driver/guard...
Agent Starbird : Gary, would you feel more comfortable with extra backup?


Mr. Nedler  : "Well, man, if there were 5 with us, we'd be 7 total.  
Magic number, man."

Agent Starbird : Seven seems a little like overkill. Also not very 
discreet.

Mr. Nedler  : "They could wait in the caravan, I mean, car, man."

Pagan Pub  : It's up to you...you can take a swat team if you really feel 
like it.

Agent Starbird : Gary, are you armed?

Pagan Pub  : (Gary's checking with me about armaments) 

Agent Starbird : Oh, good -- I was afraid packing might be against his 
beliefs or something...

Pagan Pub  : So will you be taking anyone along?

Agent Starbird : Let's take two -- split the difference...
Agent Starbird : OK with you, Gary?

Mr. Nedler  : "Sounds good, man.  I've got this aerosal of Indonesian 
pepper.  Goes 20 feet, man."

Agent Starbird : "I feel safer already."

Pagan Pub  : Okay. Will they come in with you? Or stay in the car?

Agent Starbird : Let's have them come in, but stay in the background... 
Don't want to intimidate anybody with four suits right in their face.

Pagan Pub  : Okay, no prob.
Pagan Pub  : You guys arrive at the place. Park and get out.
Pagan Pub  : The storefront has a glass front covered with posters. 
Images of people meditating, clouds, various restful scenes. Some 
fanciful paintings of people flying in the clouds and the like.

Mr. Nedler  : "Nice storefront, man.  Who's their artist?"

Pagan Pub  : Inside, an open area has perhaps two dozen mats on the floor 
before a slightly raised platform.
Pagan Pub  : Just to your right is a desk with a woman sitting behind it, 
obviously a receptionist of some sort.

Mr. Nedler  : Take off our shoes before entering?  ;-_

Pagan Pub  : "Good day! Welcome to Enolsis."
Pagan Pub  : (no, shoes are fine!) 

Agent Starbird : "Good Day. Is this like your store, Gary?"

Mr. Nedler  : (Gary puts his sandals back on)  
Mr. Nedler  : "Hello.  I'm Gary from New Age Books & Crystals, Encino."
Mr. Nedler  : "Nice store.  Very restful."

Pagan Pub  : "Hi! Have you visited us before? In another place?"

Mr. Nedler  : "In another life, I think.  Do you have the full line of 
Enolsis meditation instruction books?"

Pagan Pub  : "Of course!" She leads you over to a display of 
materials...books, crystals, etc.
Pagan Pub  : Videotapes and audiotapes as well. Several free brochures 
and the like too.

Mr. Nedler  : Any of the stuff Daniels had not here?  This stuff goes in 
and out of print a lot.

Pagan Pub  : No, you spot the items he had here. They have other stuff, 
too. In fact they carry works from non-Enolsis folks, but only a couple 
(mostly self-help books of various types).
Pagan Pub  : (backup agents look a little uncomfortable)
Pagan Pub  : Woman asks, "Are you familiar with Enolsis?"

Agent Starbird : "We've got a friend that recommended you. Said to ask 
for Eddie."

Mr. Nedler  : "I was thinking of commisioning a line of pamphlets for my 
store."
Mr. Nedler  : "Who does these 'Living Power of the Enolsis Foundation' 
books?  They're very well worded."

Pagan Pub  : "Oh, the Living Power does! Eddie? I don't know an Eddie 
offhand, but we have a number of members here in town."

Mr. Nedler  : "Might we speak with the Living Power's representative?  I 
was thinking of a line of coauthored transcendental meditation 
pamphlets."

Pagan Pub  : "Hmm, well let me give you a card of someone to contact at 
Enolsis in Tulsa."

Agent Starbird : "No Eddie? Eddie Valiant?"

Pagan Pub  : She thinks for a moment. "No, but let me check our records."


Agent Starbird : "That would be very helpful. Thank you."

Pagan Pub  : She goes over to a computer on the desk and taps keys.

Mr. Nedler  : [Can we see what she's typing in?]

Pagan Pub  : [not without being obvious]
Pagan Pub  : "No, no one named Eddie Valiant, I'm afraid."

Agent Starbird : Tulsa? Is that where Eddie is these days?"

Pagan Pub  : "Oh, no Tulsa is where the Living Power is. It's the power 
center of all Enolsis."

Mr. Nedler  : "I was thinking of getting a computer for my store, man.  
How does yours work?" 
Mr. Nedler  : [goes over to look]

Pagan Pub  : She doesn't mind. "We use it to keep track of membership, 
sales, all kinds of stuff. It's
Pagan Pub  : very helpful." You notice she is no longer displaying member 
records, however.

Agent Starbird : "Hmmm, that's odd. Do you have any Valiant at all in 
there?"

Pagan Pub  : "No, no Valiant."

Agent Starbird : "Thanks. You've been very kind."

Mr. Nedler  : "Do you cross-reference all your sales for mailing lists 
and things?"

Pagan Pub  : "We really don't sell that much stuff here, actually. Most 
sales are through mail order from Tulsa. We sell a few books a week, I 
guess." [locally, that is]

Mr. Nedler  : "So, when you get a back-ordered item in, you don't contact 
people who've asked for it before?"

Pagan Pub  : "Oh, no actually if we're out of something we just order it 
for them from Tulsa and it goes to their house, like a regular mail 
order. Tulsa handles that stuff. But we rarely sell out."

Agent Starbird : [Any parts of the premises we haven't seen yet? Any back 
rooms?]

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: Yes, there are several doors about. This open area 
is perhaps 40'x20'.

Agent Starbird : [While Gary carries on his fascinating conversation, I'm 
going to mosey around and peek around a few corners and behind a few 
doors.]

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: give me a d100 roll.

OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   15 [this is a 
function of AOL...by issuing a command in Chat, you can have the AOL 
computer give you a random die roll]

Pagan Pub  : Hoo hoo!

Agent Starbird : [Thank You, OnlineHost!]

Mr. Nedler  : "So you're online to Tulsa all the time?"  [i.e., do they 
have a modem we could hack into?]

Pagan Pub  : "Not all the time, but most of our communications are done 
by modem, yes. We get daily info and updates from Tulsa, and use it for 
email with other offices."

Mr. Nedler  : "Do you do much ordering from other New Age Outlets? [blah 
blah, just keep her occupied while Starbird looks around]" 

Pagan Pub  : Nedler: you keep her busy. She seems bright and dedicated, 
but a bit naive. Her name is Diane.

Mr. Nedler  : [How old is she?  Is she cute?  I keep her talking.]

Pagan Pub  : Early twenties, cute, yes.
Pagan Pub  : Starbird: There are three doors. There are a number of 
posters on the walls, which you survey as you stroll about. Behind one 
door you pass, you hear talking and music; it sounds, actually, like a 
recorded videotape or something. A narrator talks about finding the inner 
self, etc.
Pagan Pub  : A sign on the door says "Presentations.'
Pagan Pub  : Starbird, do you want to poke your head in the door? Or 
another one?

Agent Starbird  : I'm gonna case the other two doors first -- frankly, 
this one sounds pretty mundane...

Mr. Nedler  : "What kind of events do you hold here?  Ever have book 
signings?"

Pagan Pub  : "Book signings? No, I don't recall any. But we have weekly 
meetings here, and we have a meditation hour at 6pm daily. We also help 
with local festivals and psychic fairs, and we host the area's monthly 
gathering."

Pagan Pub  : [die roll, starbird]

OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   61

Mr. Nedler  : "When's the next monthly gathering?  Maybe I can come by."

Pagan Pub  : "Well, the monthly gatherings are only for initiates, I'm 
afraid. But we're having a weekly meeting day after tomorow at 8pm."

Mr. Nedler  : "Will you be here?  Then I'll come by."  [smiles]

Pagan Pub  : She smiles back. "Of course! I never miss a meeting. They're 
wonderful."

Mr. Nedler  : "Groovy, man."
Mr. Nedler  : "Should I bring a prayer mat or anything?  Incense?"
Mr. Nedler  : "How about bringing some books to have signed?  I've got 
the complete Living Power series in my luggage."

Pagan Pub  : "Oh, the Living Power won't be here. But come anyway!"

Mr. Nedler  : "Do you prefer the lotus position or Indian style for 
meditation?"

Pagan Pub  : "Oh, I just do whatever feels comfortable at the moment. I 
stay in touch with my body's needs and try to relax." 

Mr. Nedler  : "Do mantras help?  I find them very peaceful."

Pagan Pub  : "I use them sometimes, but not always...see, Enolsis is 
about finding YOUR way to do things."

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: one door says "Private," one says "Storage."

Agent Starbird  : [Still checking the other two doors]

Pagan Pub  : (Nedler, you're aware that the backup agents have moved over 
to where Starbird is standing.)

Mr. Nedler  : [If he's not hurt I just keep distracting her.  And get my 
aerosal ready to pull out.]

Pagan Pub  : (seems okay)

Mr. Nedler  : "Would it be all right if I brought a friend or two?  They 
wouldn't get in the way."

Pagan Pub  : "Oh sure! Our weekly meetings are open to all!"

Mr. Nedler  : "They're kind of square, man, but I'm trying to expand 
their minds a little."

Pagan Pub  : "Have you ever thought of joining us? I bet you'd find we 
have a lot to offer."

Mr. Nedler  : "I do try to stay current with all the important meditation 
memberships."

Pagan Pub  : "Well, we have a lot to offer. Do come to the meeting, we're 
always wanting to help new folks!"

Mr. Nedler  : "Have you tried yoga ... [blah blah]"  [Try and get her 
phone number, but we don't really need to continue this, do we?]

Pagan Pub  : [no, you keep on distracting her]

[At this point, I informed Starbird by an instant message that he heard a 
low growl somewhere nearby, reminescent of the one he heard when he met 
the bellhop Rex at the hotel. He also began to feel queasy.]

Agent Starbird  : I back out of the doorway, hoping the queasiness 
subsides, motion the other agents forward... How do they feel?

Pagan Pub  : "Huh? I'm okay. You alright?"

Agent Starbird  : [Take the crystal from my pocket, hand it to one of the 
other agents... any change?]

Pagan Pub  : No, you still feel a bit off.

Agent Starbird  : How does the other agent feel? And is this the door 
where I heard the growl?

Pagan Pub  : Both agents feel okay. You were by this door when you heard 
it, but you couldn't swear it came from inside.
Pagan Pub  : We need to wrap up this session.

Agent Starbird  : Great. Just great.
Agent Starbird  : OK, take the crystal back, quietly close the door, and 
see you next week.
24/4/93 14.04.36 Closing Log file.


Call of Cthulhu Online Game
Sponsored by Pagan Publishing
Transcript of sixth session -- May 1st, 1993

---> Players
The Gamer-- Clarence Starbird, F.B.I. trainee
Don Rice-- Gary Nedler, new age bookstore owner and long-time govt. 
consultant
Mr Shiny was not present for this game, and so his character ("Agent 
Fenemore") is presumed to still be convalescing in the hospital after his 
brief coma.

--->Transcript
5/1/93 11.37.11 Opening "DG Game 6" for recording.
[just before the log began, Starbird asked about Agent FenemoreŐs 
condition, and the shock he suffered.]

Agent Starbird  : But what kind of a shock? Nobody's been very specific 
so far... 

Pagan Pub  : Agent Fenemore went into shock followed by a mild coma as a 
result of low blood pressure, I suppose. His heart slowed, brain activity 
slowed, respiration slowed, etc.
Pagan Pub  : (that is to say, his blood pressure got lower and lower and 
lower...doesn't normally have low BP.
Pagan Pub  : Now what caused that...well, they're not sure.

Agent Starbird  : In other words, he was dying...

Mr. Nedler  : Nedler's signs were similar, but not as bad, right?

Pagan Pub  : Correct. 

Agent Starbird  : As I recall, I'm investigating a growling noise (with 
no apparent source) in the meditiation room's storage closet at local 
Enolsis chapter. I'm also feeling nauseous, for no apparent reason. I 
have the two guards with me, and Gary is distracting the clerk.

Pagan Pub  : Dead on.

Pagan Pub  : Nedler, you're blathering on with the girl at the desk about 
you coming to the next meeting.

Mr. Nedler  : " yoga ... [blah blah]"

Agent Starbird  : So does the feeling abate as I move away from the room? 
:: taking two steps back::

Pagan Pub  : You pause for a few moments..
Pagan Pub  : One of the agents standing with you opens his mouth and 
starts to speak, but you can't understand what he's saying. 
Pagan Pub  : It sounds garbled.
Pagan Pub  : There's a ringing in your ears.

Agent Starbird  : Great. Just great.

Pagan Pub  : "Clarence..."
Pagan Pub  : You're lying in a hospital bed.
Pagan Pub  : Your eyes are closed, but you can feel the sheets, smell the 
antiseptic, hear the monitoring devices nearby.
Pagan Pub  : "Clarence..."

Agent Starbird  : "Yes?"

Pagan Pub  : "Experiencing threat..."
Pagan Pub  : You can hear someone moving in the room with you.

Agent Starbird  : ::try to open my eyes::

Pagan Pub  : You do.
Pagan Pub  : You're in the Enolsis room, still.

Agent Starbird  : Do I still feel the sheets, smell the antiseptic?

Pagan Pub  : Vaguely, like a perfume.
Pagan Pub  : "I'm not alone..."

Agent Starbird  : :: close my eyes again, try and tune into the voice :: 
"Is that you, Kyle?"

Pagan Pub  : You're in the hospital bed again.
Pagan Pub  : Someone is still moving around the room.
Pagan Pub  : You're feeling nauseous from the drugs the doctor gave you.
Pagan Pub  : No, wait.
Pagan Pub  : Kyle is feeling nauseous from the drugs the doctor gave him.

Pagan Pub  : You can hear a door close softly.
Pagan Pub  : You can't move; in fact, you're unconscious.
Pagan Pub  : No, wait.
Pagan Pub  : Kyle can't move; in fact, he's unconscious.

Agent Starbird  : ::open eyes, try and snap out of trance::

Pagan Pub  : You're in the Enolsis room again. The two agents are looking 
at you somewhat worriedly.
Pagan Pub  : You hear a low growl.

Agent Starbird  : Great. Just great.
Agent Starbird  : Try to speak aloud: "Fenemore's in trouble at the 
hospital. Get help NOW."

Pagan Pub  : One of the agents pulls out a little phone thing and speaks 
into it.

Agent Starbird  : Oh, good. They can understand me.
Agent Starbird  : ::Also, look around for the dog::

Pagan Pub  : There's no dog here at Enolsis.
Pagan Pub  : No, wait.
Pagan Pub  : Kyle hears a low growl.
Pagan Pub  : That's where it was coming from.

Agent Starbird  : "Full weapon alert. The thing at the hotel is at the 
hospital."

Mr. Nedler  : [hosed us again, Pagan ... ]

Pagan Pub  : The agent is barking into the phone.
Pagan Pub  : [not literally]
Mr. Nedler  : [LoL]

Agent Starbird  : [Beginning to look forward to my next meeting with my 
old friend Rex...]
Agent Starbird  : Tee Hee

Pagan Pub  : Starbird, you're feeling a bit better now.
Pagan Pub  : The agents head for the door, followed by...

Agent Starbird  : I'll follow if I'm able...
Agent Starbird  : (Great scene. Nice misdirection [again]...)

Mr. Nedler  : Gary follows.  The only question is did he get her phone 
number?
Mr. Nedler  : ... purely for investigative purposes, of course. ;-)

Pagan Pub  : Gary: give me a percentile roll.

Pagan Pub  : No problem, you guys head out the door, leaving the addled 
clerk behind.

OnlineHost : Mr. Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die:   88

Pagan Pub  : Ooh, but you didn't get that phone number down.
Mr. Nedler  : Ah well.  We know we can hack into their computer by modem, 
though.

Pagan Pub  : Into the sedan, and vroom...
Pagan Pub  : One agent is driving, one is talking on the phone. Anything 
to say to Gary?

Agent Starbird  : "Very odd experience, Gary. It was like I was *in* 
Fenemore's body in the hospital room..."
Agent Starbird  : "I heard someone come in, I heard the dog growl, I felt 
the drugs hit my body. But it wasn't *my* body.
Agent Starbird  : "And why me? *You're* the sensitive psychic of the 
bunch..."

Pagan Pub  : Perhaps Gary was too distracted? ["did I get her phone 
number?"]

Mr. Nedler  : You never know when an enemy's employee's address might be 
important ... ;-)
Mr. Nedler  : "Hmmm, have you ever had psychic experiences before?  Past 
life flashes, anything?"

Agent Starbird  : "I don't think so... I've dealt with a lot of weird 
stuff before, but never on this *personal* a level.

Pagan Pub  : The agent talking on the phone says the guys at the hospital 
are checking things out now.
Pagan Pub  : You race on.

Agent Starbird  : "Fenemore might have been drugged or poisoned through 
his IV. Have them check that first."
Agent Starbird  : [Do the agents have any reaction to the story I'm 
telling Gary?]

Pagan Pub  : Well, they're not hearing much of it, actually.
Pagan Pub  : One's busy breaking land speed records for a gas-guzzling 
sedan, and one is yakking on the phone.
Pagan Pub  : You arrive at the hospital.

Agent Starbird  : [Can I get the gist of what's going on from listening 
to the agent yakking?]

Pagan Pub  : [he's calling several different people to report the 
problem]
Pagan Pub  : Brakes squeal.
Pagan Pub  : You're at the entrance to the wing where Kyle is.

Agent Starbird  : As we head for Kyle's room, I keep my eyes peeled for 
Rex...

Pagan Pub  : Okay, you get to the area where his room is.
Pagan Pub  : Guys in FBI jackets in the hall.
Pagan Pub  : Guns everywhere.
Pagan Pub  : Gaston waves you forward, into Kyle's room.

Agent Starbird  : :: going in ::

Mr. Nedler  : :: following ::

Pagan Pub  : You enter, the room is half-full of agents and doctors. Kyle 
is on the bed, awake but not alert.

Pagan Pub  : Gamer: percentile roll.

OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   68

Pagan Pub  : The docs are checking out Kyle.
Pagan Pub  : Kyle's saying something about a dog licking his face.
Pagan Pub  : He spots you and says hello.

Pagan Pub  : Okay, this is going to sound strange.

Agent Starbird  : [Don't you mean *stranger*?]

Pagan Pub  : But I need both of you to type in your recollections of the 
dreams that Kyle told you about when he was in his coma.
Pagan Pub  : Recall everything you can, in as much detail as possible.
Pagan Pub  : You can compare notes, etc.

Mr. Nedler  : He dreamed he was floating 
Mr. Nedler  : He saw a large spherical object (I think he thought it was 
a planet)
Mr. Nedler  : Surrounded by flying things.
Mr. Nedler  : That's about all I remember.

Agent Starbird  : It was red (the planet), wasn't it?

Mr. Nedler  : I don't remember if he said so. 

Mr. Nedler  : I *do* remember his dream was two episodes, and the planet 
was second but I don't remember what the first one was.

Agent Starbird  : You're remembering more than me ... but just because 
*we're* idiots shouldn't mean that our characters are... didn't one of us 
take notes or something? It sounds like the sort of thing Clarence would 
have done...

Pagan Pub  : Um, you probably would have taken notes at some point 
(perhaps late in the day when you're recording events, making lists, 
etc.), but as I recall you guys were in something of a hurry at the time.


Agent Starbird  : {true ... but it was worth a shot, eh? ;-) ] 

Mr. Nedler  : Gary's used to listening to details of dreams, though, I 
would think.

Pagan Pub  : I will help out to some extent, since it was earlier today 
for the characters but two weeks ago for you guys.
Pagan Pub  : In the first dream, he was at the party where the disaster 
occurred.
Pagan Pub  : (help any?)

Mr. Nedler  : Yeah, I think he was performing sexual acts with one of the 
prostitutes ...

Agent Starbird  : Oh, yeah, wasn't he in the major's body, receiving the 
oral ministrations of one of the party girls?

Mr. Nedler  : ... that sounds right.

Pagan Pub  : Keep talking and remembering as best you can. The upshot is, 
Kyle remembers nothing since he first went into the coma in the hotel 
room. He doesn't recall the dreams, doesn't recall your conversation with 
him when he awoke, etc.

Agent Starbird  : Great. Just great.

Pagan Pub  : Whatever you can recall here, plus whatever Kyle can add 
next week, will be all you know about his dreams.

Mr. Nedler  : "Total short term memory disorientation.  Common in cases 
of psychic trauma, man."

Agent Starbird  : I don't remember how the first dream ends, though ... 
does the fatal explosion occur? Or is he just suddenly in the second 
dream?

Mr. Nedler  : I thought he floated along, but ... ?

Pagan Pub  : [Starbird, another roll please]

OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   50

Pagan Pub  : There was something about a name in the first dream.

Agent Starbird  : Yeah, the name was "Valiant." Kyle said that's who 
Daniels (the major) got the crystal from.

Pagan Pub  : Kyle says he woke up because he felt a dog licking his face. 
When he finally opened his eyes, there wasn't any sign of the dog. But 
he's pretty bleary about the whole thing.
Pagan Pub  : And can't recall anything before that from the time of the 
hotel room/crystal stuff.
Pagan Pub  : Needless to say, he doesn't know about his hair again.

Agent Starbird  : He doesn't remember trying to contact me?

Pagan Pub  : Nope.

Agent Starbird  : What about the doctors? Have they found any indication 
of drugs or poison?

Pagan Pub  : Dunno yet. They're taking tests now.
Pagan Pub  : Agents are checking the area for someone fitting the bellhop 
description.

Mr. Nedler  : What about testing Kyle's face for canine saliva 

Pagan Pub  : One of the doctors looks at you funny, but takes some 
scrapings from both cheeks.

Mr. Nedler  : "It could be important, man."

Agent Starbird  : I know it's too soon for lab work... I meant what could 
they tell from Kyle's coma and other symptoms.

Pagan Pub  : Oh, they think he hallucinated the dog and is just 
experiencing normal amnesiac effects from the shock/coma.
Pagan Pub  : Gaston wants some explanations for what's up.

Agent Starbird  : "You wanna take a crack at explaining this, Gary?"

Pagan Pub  : (LOL)

Mr. Nedler  : "Man, Starbird had a psychic flash that he was Kyle, man."

Pagan Pub  : (!!!)

Agent Starbird  : Thanks, Gary. Very helpful.

Mr. Nedler  : "Total out of body experience.  Kyle was drugged, but heard 
a dog growling."

Pagan Pub  : Gaston turns and looks at you, Clarence. He raises his 
eyebrows.

Mr. Nedler  : "So we tore right over across town, man.  And ... Kyle did 
feel a dog lick him."

Agent Starbird  : "I can't explain it, sir. But I know what I 
experienced."
Agent Starbird  : "We were investigating Enolsis. And suddenly I was 
contacted -- somehow -- by Fenemore."

Mr. Nedler  : "So get the lab guys in here, man.  Look for paw prints, 
check the corners for urine, man."

Pagan Pub  : He sort of sucks in his cheeks for a moment and looks 
thoughtful. "Let's clear out of the room, folks, and let the docs get 
their tests done. Davies, I want a forensics team in here, same routine 
as at the hotel room."
Pagan Pub  : "Starbird, Nedler, come with me."

Agent Starbird  : :: following ::

Mr. Nedler  : "Kyle, man, get some hair dye."  :: follows ::

Pagan Pub  : "Hair dye?" you hear him ask as the door closes.
Pagan Pub  : Outside, a bunch of vaguely disappointed-looking agents put 
the safeties on their weapons and shuffle away.
Pagan Pub  : The three of you head to a little conference room nearby 
where the guards on duty are working from.
Pagan Pub  : "Agent Starbird, have you experienced anything like this 
before?

Agent Starbird  : "No sir, never. But it happened. I heard him call my 
name, I heard the intruder in the room, I felt the bed, I felt the nausea 
as the drugs or whatever hit, I *heard* the dog..."

Pagan Pub  : Gaston looks thoughtful.

Mr. Nedler  : "It's completely normal, man, to evince latent psychic 
abilities midway through life."

Pagan Pub  : "What do you think our boy was after? Why didn't he attack 
Agent Fenemore?"

Agent Starbird  : "Perhaps his ability to summon the beast is limited."
Agent Starbird  : "Or perhaps wiping Fenemore's memory was his objective 
this time."

Pagan Pub  : "Wiping his...you mean you don't think it was just part of 
the coma?"

Agent Starbird  : "No, I don't. One of his messages to me was about 
feeling threatened."

Mr. Nedler  : "So how did he settle on us, of all the agents in town?  
That bothers me, man." 

Pagan Pub  : "Did anything important happen in the period covered by 
Fenemore's memory loss?"

Mr. Nedler  : "He described his trance dream to us, man, but we were in a 
hurry and didn't record it."

Agent Starbird  : "I think it's the dream, too. Very weird stuff, but 
somehow very important to the case."

Pagan Pub  : "So we've got trance dreams, an out of body experience, and 
a dog that wipes your memory by licking your face."

Pagan Pub  : "Hmm.."

Mr. Nedler  : "This is weird even for my experience, man."

Pagan Pub  : That doesn't seem to encourage Gaston.

Agent Starbird  : "I think when the lab reports come back, we'll find 
that Kyle was drugged. I think
Agent Starbird  : *that's* what caused the memory loss."
Agent Starbird  : "I think our bellhop friend was in here, probably 
dressed as a doctor or orderly."

Pagan Pub  : "What about the dog thing? Could he just have thought that 
because of the experience at the hotel?"

Mr. Nedler  : "He never saw the dog at the hotel."

Pagan Pub  : "Right, right. And he hasn't heard that much about it 
either. Hmm."
Pagan Pub  : "And of course he's apparently forgotten whatever he did 
hear."

Pagan Pub  : "Well, I don't have to tell you that this stuff is way out 
of my league. I have to put a great deal of responsibility on you, 
because I'm afraid you represent our best chance at getting to the bottom 
of this."

Mr. Nedler  : "Wait, what about FenemoreŐs dictaphone?  Doesn't he keep 
tapes for his secretary all the time?"
Mr. Nedler  : And if they're voice-activated, we might even get what 
happened in the room.

Pagan Pub  : Gaston snaps his fingers. "They're by his bed." He runs off 
to grab them.
Pagan Pub  : [he shoots, he scores!]

Mr. Nedler  : "So, Clarence, what *will* you do when you meet Moondog 
Rex?"

Agent Starbird  : "I'm going to look him in the eye and say, "Hello. My 
name is Clarence Starbird. 
Agent Starbird  : You killed my friends. Now you will die."
Agent Starbird  : ;-)
Agent Starbird  : "Seriously, I hope we can get some information from 
him. But I doubt he'll give up very easily."

Mr. Nedler  : "Yes, man, but what are you going to kill him with?"

Agent Starbird  : "That is the million-dollar question, Gary."

Pagan Pub  : [swat him with a newspaper]

Mr. Nedler  : "Remember, man, he's already carrying 8 9mm slugs."

Agent Starbird  : "That's in dog form. As a man, he may be vulnerable."

Mr. Nedler  : "Hope so, man."

Pagan Pub  : Okay, Gaston returns with Kyle's little tape recorder. "It's 
still on. Voice activated."
Pagan Pub  : Gaston rewinds the tape a bit.
Pagan Pub  : I'll type in what you'll hear. Don't type comments until it 
finishes.
Pagan Pub  : "-til they return. This case has really got all the earmarks 
of a peculiar experience.
Pagan Pub  : I've rarely encountered such direct evidence of non-worldly 
incidents and entities. Very odd.
Pagan Pub  : Incidentally, Diane, the jell-o here is not half bad.
Pagan Pub  : <yawns>I think I'll meditate for a bit. If I have any 
subconscious observations, you'll hear them.
Pagan Pub  : <click> <click> <a door opens>
Pagan Pub  : <unidentifiable sound, rustling maybe, or perhaps a growl>
Pagan Pub  : "Clarence..."
Pagan Pub  : "Clarence..."
Pagan Pub  : "Experiencing threat..."
Pagan Pub  : "I'm not alone..."
Pagan Pub  : <footsteps>
Pagan Pub  : <crackling sound like electricity>
Pagan Pub  : <a noise, then the metal-framed bed squeaks>
Pagan Pub  : "Fenemore's in trouble at the hospital. Get help NOW."
Pagan Pub  : <bed squeaks again, something lands on the floor>
Pagan Pub  : <crackling again>
Pagan Pub  : <door opens and closes>
Pagan Pub  : <door opens and closes>
Pagan Pub  : "There's no one here--check the hall!"
Pagan Pub  : [rest is just agents filing in and out, etc. that's it]

Mr. Nedler  : "Fast action, Clarence.  You stopped it before it could 
finish eating his brain, man."

Agent Starbird  : The calls to me -- in Fenemore's voice? And my response 
-- is it *my* voice?

Pagan Pub  : Calls to you are in Fenemore's voice, as is your response.

Agent Starbird  : The response is in Fenemore's voice?

Pagan Pub  : Yep.
Pagan Pub  : Gaston plays it back a couple times for you.

Mr. Nedler  : "This is great, man.  Clear evidence of a psychic bond."

Agent Starbird  : Wow. We were really linked up, psychically...

Agent Starbird  : And that crackling noise... it must be Moondog's 
transformation...

Mr. Nedler  : The crackling sound.  How long does it go on for? 

Pagan Pub  : Just a moment. A couple seconds, 3-5.

Mr. Nedler  : "Possible window of vulnerability, man."

Agent Starbird  : That's too bad. I was hoping when he caught up to Rex, 
it would take time for him to make the change, longer than 3-5 seconds, 
at least.

Mr. Nedler  : It's sound-activated, so it's possible he has to do some 
silent actions first.
Mr. Nedler  : Don't count on it, though.

Agent Starbird  : "At least we know I'm not crazy, eh, boss?"

Pagan Pub  : "I never thought you were crazy, Agent Starbird. The world, 
now that's crazy."

Mr. Nedler  : "Man, I've never seen such concrete evidence of paranormal 
phenomena." 

Pagan Pub  : "Well, it's a new age gentlemen. I suppose anything can 
happen."
[the Keeper is being coy here...the name of the campaign is, in fact, 
"The New Age"]

Agent Starbird  : I've got a lot of respect for ol' Rex. He's a cool 
customer, and doesn't fear anything. I wonder if he paid a visit to 
DiTorrio?

Mr. Nedler  : "Di Torrio, man.  Uh-oh."

Pagan Pub  : "DiTorrio's fine. I checked on him a few minutes ago after 
Kyle's little mishap. He's with his doctor."

Agent Starbird  : Dr. Chichester's here? He might be worth talking to."

Pagan Pub  : "I'd like you to write up a brief report covering the period 
from you hotel room til your experience at the local Enolsis chapter."

Agent Starbird  : "Certainly." 

Mr. Nedler  : "Good idea, man.  These things should be documented for 
psychic posterity."
Mr. Nedler  : [aside to Clarence] "Clarence, man, what about silver 
plated bullets?"

Agent Starbird  : "I imagine they couldn't hurt, Gary."

Pagan Pub  : "Last I heard, DiTorrio is considerably more lucid now. 
We'll be taking his statement in a couple hours, if you'd like to listen 
in. And you can talk to him yourself later, if you wish."

Agent Starbird  : "This request may sound a bit odd, Agent Gaston, but 
could you obtain some silver-tipped ordnance for the team? It might come 
in handy next time we meet Rex."

Pagan Pub  : Gaston shakes his head wearily. "Nothing sounds a bit odd to 
me right now. I'll see what I can do."

Mr. Nedler  : "And can we get an aerosal filled with powdered wolfsbane, 
man?"

Pagan Pub  : Gaston jots some notes down, shaking his head.
Pagan Pub  : Okay, let's wrap it up here and we'll hopefully get Kyle in 
for the meeting with DiTorrio next week.

Agent Starbird  : Great. I think we need to visit Enolsis in Tulsa, and 
try to find out who "Eddie" and "Valiant" are.
Agent Starbird  : That may be one guy, of course -- "Eddie Valiant". Does 
that name ring a bell in the crime computers?

Pagan Pub  : Ding!

Mr. Nedler  : We also should attend the local Enolsis meeting.
Mr. Nedler  : And hack into their computer, if we can.

Agent Starbird  : Aw, you just want to bag the receptionist...
Agent Starbird  : ;-)

Mr. Nedler  : "So, man?  It's a new age."

Pagan Pub  : Eddie Valiant, wanted for a homicide in E. St. Louis, 
September, 1991.
Pagan Pub  : Killed a local drug dealer. Valiant is suspected of drug 
dealing and had some shady friends.
Pagan Pub  : Whereabouts unknown since the time of the murder, two years 
ago.

Agent Starbird  : Cool! It occurs to me we'd make more progress if we 
asked the right questions more often... 
Agent Starbird  : Any tie-in with the dead hookers and pimp at the party?


Mr. Nedler  : Or with Enolsis?

Pagan Pub  : Enolsis, no. Valiant is on pimp's list of KA's.

Agent Starbird  : KA?

Pagan Pub  : (Known Associates, sorry)
Pagan Pub  : [jeez, didn't you watch Hill Street Blues? ;-) ]

Mr. Nedler  : How did Valiant kill the drug dealer?

Pagan Pub  : Cause of death listed as immolation.

Mr. Nedler  : He set him on fire?  Details, please.

Agent Starbird  : Immolation? Like a dried up body drained of fluids?
Agent Starbird  : I'll give you 10-1 if we exhume and autopsy, it'll turn 
out to be the same thing that happened to Daniels...

Pagan Pub  : A little runaround, you get the report. Neighbor reported a 
fire in the dealer's house. On arrival, firemen found the remains of a 
man tied to a chair. He'd been smeared with homemade napalm and then set 
aflame.
Pagan Pub  : Not like Daniels, I'm afraid.

Pagan Pub  : Autopsy showed he'd been given a heavy injection of heroin 
about half an hour before death.

Agent Starbird  : Can we get a mugshot of this guy?

Pagan Pub  : No problem.
Pagan Pub  : The victim was just a basic dealer. Covered a decent-sized 
area, but he was no drug lord.
Pagan Pub  : Pretty propserous though.

Mr. Nedler  : How about a list of known associates of Valiant's?

Pagan Pub  : Valiant: discharged from the marines in '88. Flew planes for 
some of the contra arms shipments, brought back drugs (suspected) on a 
regular basis.
Pagan Pub  : Something of a scapegoat, but had a lot of questionable 
friends in and out of the service.

Agent Starbird  : Valiant's been missing for two years. Have the local 
cops been looking for him with intensity, or is it a case of "he killed a 
dealer, no big whoop", casual searching?

Pagan Pub  : They think he blew town. They believe he was still running 
drugs with the help of buddies in the service.
Pagan Pub  : Ran afoul of this one dealer, offed him, but couldn't stand 
the heat and split.

Agent Starbird  : Was Maj. Daniels one of his friends?

Pagan Pub  : no record of any association with Daniels, but his file is 
sketchy about his "friends" with the exception of street-level people.

Agent Starbird  : Can we do a cross-reference on Daniels' and Valiant's 
military records and see if they spent any time in the same places?

Pagan Pub  : Yes, depending on how much of their records are available.

Mr. Nedler  : And while we're at it, check on the dealer.  Maybe it was a 
CIA hit.

Pagan Pub  : But that will take some wrangling. Daniels had some decent 
security clearances, and you may not get all that much about his 
whereabouts.

Agent Starbird  : I was assuming that a Delta Green in the right place 
could *make* those records available...

Pagan Pub  : We'll find out, now, won't we? ;-)
Pagan Pub  : [and congratulations, you've made your first big break.]

Mr. Nedler  : [Yes, but in this game is that good or bad?]

Pagan Pub  : heh, heh..

Agent Starbird  : And we're *still* not any closer to having this crystal 
figured out...
5/1/93 14.07.42 Closing Log file.


Call of Cthulhu Online Game
Sponsored by Pagan Publishing
Transcript of seventh session -- May 15th, 1993

--->Players
Agent Starbird-- Clarence Starbird, F.B.I. trainee
Don Rice-- Gary Nedler, new age bookstore owner and long-time govt. 
consultant
Mr Shiny-- Agent Fenemore, F.B.I. agent

--->Transcript
5/15/93 11.53.01 Opening "DG Game 7" for recording.

Pagan Pub  : Okay, you were at a meeting with Gaston in the hospital 
after the Fenemore incident.
Pagan Pub  : Let's make a bold intuitive leap and figure that you guys 
are now in Fenemore's room. He's awake and feeling better (again), so you 
can yak.

Agent Fenemore  : I had an incident?

Agent Starbird  : What I want to know is, if Kyle and Gary are the 
sensitive psychic types, why did Kyle contact *me*?

Mr. Nedler  : "You must be a latent psychic man.  Ever have your Kirlian 
aura checked?"

Pagan Pub  : Who would you contact if there were a monster in your room? 
;-) 

Agent Fenemore  : A monster!
Agent Fenemore  : Are any importanat body parts missing?

Agent Starbird  : A couple of questions from last time: Do Eddie 
Valiant's military records match up with the dead Major's?
Agent Starbird  : Were they ever in the same place at the same time?

Mr. Nedler  : I was speculating maybe he still worked for the 
CIA/contras.

Pagan Pub  : At the moment, you don't know. Gaston is going to kick some 
shins about getting Valiant's records released. Should have some info in 
a few hours.

Mr. Nedler  : "Yeah, Gaston, cut through that red tape, man."

Pagan Pub  : Problem is the colonel did a lot of black stuff, so matching 
up with his files may be tricky. But you guys have an 'in.'

Mr. Nedler  : That just means we'd better try really _hard_.

Agent Starbird  : And are any toxicology reports back yet on Kyle? I 
think Rex (our bellhop/dog friend) drugged him.

Pagan Pub  : Toxicology: Fenemore was sedated by the doctors, and was 
pretty heavily under. No other drugs.

Agent Starbird  : "The amazing part, Kyle, was that I felt what you felt. 
I felt the bed sheets. I heard the monitors.
Agent Starbird  : I heard Rex rustling around the room. I heard you 
calling me for help. Why me?"

Agent Fenemore  : "I don't know - perhaps I knew you could hear..."

Mr. Nedler  : "It was karma, man.  Time for you to have an OBE."

Agent Starbird  : My only guess is that it's because I'm carrying the 
crystal...

Pagan Pub  : (Kyle: oh, you remember nothing from the time of the hotel 
room weirdness til now)
Pagan Pub  : (which means, you don't recall the dreams you had, etc.)
Pagan Pub  : (or your initial period of wakefulness...that's also why the 
transcripts were delayed so long)

Agent Fenemore  : ah ha - clever ploy or good excuse - you decide!

Mr. Nedler  : (sure, sure, that's what you say _now_ <g> )

Agent Fenemore  : "Odd" (check my hair in mirror - of course I don't know 
it's white)

Mr. Nedler  : "Kyle, man, I know a good line of henna-based hair dyes 
..."

Agent Starbird  : "You told us about the dream before, Kyle... first you 
were in the Major's body, getting "serviced" by one of the hookers ... 
then you were flying above a red planet or something...
Agent Starbird  : You said you heard the name "Valiant", and that's who 
gave the major the crystal.
Agent Starbird  : Have we seen a mug shot of Valiant?
Agent Starbird  : There's a (slim) chance that Valiant and Moondog Rex 
are one and the same...

Pagan Pub  : Not yet, but the cops' files are being brought over.
Pagan Pub  : In fact, here they are! (no point in making you wait)
Pagan Pub  : "Here's da files, fellas. Say, could I have one of those 
donuts?"

Agent Starbird  : "Help yourself" :: grabbing files::

Pagan Pub  : "Hey, thanks!" [SCARF]

Agent Starbird  : Well? Do I recognize Valiant?

Pagan Pub  : nope.

Agent Fenemore  : "Odd - pass a donut and a cup a' jo'"

Mr. Nedler  : Change subject: how soon is the Enolsis meeting?

Pagan Pub  : Nedler: meeting is in the next week, about three days away.

Mr. Nedler  : (oops, thought it was tonight)

Pagan Pub  : Cop leaves. You've got photocopies of what little they had, 
which I'll summarize.
Pagan Pub  : Says Valiant discharged in '88. Affadavits state he was 
bringing drugs into St. Louis '89-'91, probably through old military 
buddies.
Pagan Pub  : On lots of "known associates" lists, never busted himself.
Pagan Pub  : He's in his late 20s.
Pagan Pub  : Well-built, steroidial forehead, blond, about 5'10.
Pagan Pub  : Apparently tried to set himself up as a big supplier to a 
number of good-sized dealers, had some success.
Pagan Pub  : Has permits for owning and collecting every kind of weapon 
legal.

Agent Starbird  : Great. He'll be fun to run into...

Mr. Nedler  : Including full auto?

Pagan Pub  : Nedler: has a collector's permit for full auto.

Agent Fenemore  : I don't think weaponry should be our worst fear...

Agent Starbird  : And wanted for murder ... what do the cops have that 
make them believe that Valiant did the crime?

Pagan Pub  : Victim was a dealer who (according to affadavits) had never 
bought from Valiant and tried to undercut his dealers. They'd been 
verbally sparring for some time. An ex-girlfriend of Valiant's said he 
had a very violent temper and tended to act irrationally at times. 
Cocaine addict.
Pagan Pub  : Again, never busted for anything.
Pagan Pub  : And unseen in two years.

Agent Starbird  : Is finding Valiant high on the cops' priority list? Or 
is this case in the inactive file?

Pagan Pub  : It's inactive. If he turned up again, though, they'd want 
him pretty bad.
Pagan Pub  : Files list the investigating officers, if you wish to 
contact them at some point you can do so.

Mr. Nedler  : Just to clarify:  the dealers you mentioned worked for 
Valiant, or he for them? 

Pagan Pub  : He sold to them in "bulk," offering it cheaper than the 
usual folks. Didn't do major business, but no doubt made some $$$.

Mr. Nedler  : Okay, so he was a wholesaler, and this other dealer was 
from another network and undercutting his buyers' street prices.

Pagan Pub  : Affadavits also suggest (though not known for sure) that he 
was bringing weapons in for his clients as an inducement to buy from him.


Agent Starbird  : Are any of Valiant's known associates or ex-girlfriends 
currently in jail, where they can be easily interviewed? (hint, hint)

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: give me a Luck roll.

OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   19

Pagan Pub  : bingo.
Pagan Pub  : Yeah, his ex-girlfriend is in for rolling a tourist.

Mr. Nedler  : Here in St. Louis?

Pagan Pub  : Yep. 

Agent Starbird  : Great. She moves near the top of the list... I think we 
should also try to talk to DiTorrio again, as long as we're in the 
hospital and all...
Agent Starbird  : I'm out of questions... what should we do next, guys?

Pagan Pub  : DiTorrio is indeed here at the hospital and is available for 
questioning.

Mr. Nedler  : DiTorrio, then girlfriend, then Tulsa, then back for 
Enolsis meeting?

Agent Starbird  : Sounds good.

Agent Fenemore  : ok

Agent Starbird  : Kyle able to travel?

Pagan Pub  : Sure, no problem. (he suddenly got better when Shiny 
appeared...) Want to book a flight now?

Agent Fenemore  : of course

Mr. Nedler  : "Yeah, man, we can always rebook according to the winds of 
change."

Agent Fenemore  : I'll call Denise

Agent Starbird  : Just a hunch (a paranoid hunch...), maybe we shouldn't 
give people who can bug our hotel room any idea of our travel plans

Pagan Pub  : Okay, you can just head to the airport tomorrow and pick up 
a flight then.
Pagan Pub  : County jail will expect you a couple hours.

Agent Fenemore  : "Hello, Denise - I'll have the pizza with four topping 
delivered tomorrow to Tulsa"
Agent Fenemore  : oops - three

Pagan Pub  : heh. 

Mr. Nedler  : "Is that a tape recorder or a radio, man?"

Agent Starbird  : They've got cellular technology -- I wonder if our 
cellular is tapped too...

Pagan Pub  : VERY easy to do.

Agent Starbird  : I know... :(

Mr. Nedler  : "We should only speak mind-to-mind, then, man."

Agent Fenemore  : That on the bed is a tape recorder - this is a celluar 
leased line phone

Agent Starbird  : LOL
Agent Starbird  : "Whatever you say, Mr. Spock..."

Pagan Pub  : Crystal is...with you guys now?

Agent Starbird  : In my pocket, boss...

Pagan Pub  : Okay, that's what I thought.

Agent Starbird  : Down the hall to visit DiTorrio?

Mr. Nedler  : Yep

Pagan Pub  : Yup.

Agent Starbird  : off we go...

Agent Fenemore  : ... putting on robe ...

Pagan Pub  : Kyle, you can get dressed, it's okay.

Agent Fenemore  : :: getting dressed :::
Agent Fenemore  : combing hair:::

Agent Starbird  : It's a miracle recovery, Kyle!
Agent Starbird  : ... except for the hair...

Agent Fenemore  : Zen healing mantras

Agent Starbird  : Has Gaston improved the guard on DiTorrio's room? I 
suggest it if he hasn't already...

Pagan Pub  : Yup. He was already well-guarded, moreso now.
Pagan Pub  : Okay you guys get in to see DiTorrio.
Pagan Pub  : His physician is there, bustling about.
Pagan Pub  : "Do you need me to leave?"

Agent Starbird  : [good question. What do I know about this guy... 
Chichester, isn't it?]

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: Um, you guys had him checked a little and he 
seemed fine. A little loose with the prescriptions, but then his clients 
are legislators and other bigwigs, so it's okay.

Agent Fenemore  : "If you don't mind." 

Pagan Pub  : "Certainly, certainly." He goes outside.

Agent Fenemore  : what kind of equipment, if any, is DiTorrio on?

Pagan Pub  : Nothing at this point. He's in much better shape.

Agent Starbird  : Is the senator at all coherent?

Pagan Pub  : yes, quite so. He has recovered from the shock/drugs or 
whatever was incapacitating him earlier

Agent Starbird  : "Good afternoon, Senator. How are you feeling?"

Pagan Pub  : "A bit better, thanks. What can I do for you gentlemen?"

Pagan Pub  : Psychology rolls, please.

Agent Fenemore  : "What do you remeber, Senator?"

OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   12

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   21

Pagan Pub  : He sighs. "I've made a statement already, but I'll give it 
to you again. I think you understand the circumstances. I was at a party 
at Daniels'. My companion and I were alone in one of the guest rooms. 
There was some sort of boom and a searing light, then I woke up here.
Pagan Pub  : (DiTorrio is obviously ill at ease and embarrassed.)

Agent Starbird  : "You've talked to cops before, I know. But we know 
someting else was going on, something supernatural... "

Pagan Pub  : "Supernatural? Hardly."

Agent Fenemore  : "What about Eddie?"

Pagan Pub  : "Eddie?"

Agent Fenemore  : "Yes - when did you last see him?"

Pagan Pub  : "What's his last name? I can't think of an Eddie offhand."

Agent Starbird  : "I think Gary's talking about Eddie Valiant."

Pagan Pub  : He shakes his head. "Doesn't ring a bell."

Agent Fenemore  : "Oh Senator, how could you forget someone as close to 
your friends as Mr. Valiant?"

Pagan Pub  : "I really don't believe I know the man."

Agent Fenemore  : "Where did the Major get his 'party favors'?"

Pagan Pub  : "Party favors? You mean the girls?

Agent Fenemore  : "No - the 'refreshments'"

Pagan Pub  : He smiles weakly. "I have no idea where the 'refreshments' 
came from."

Agent Fenemore  : "Where did he meet the girls?"

Pagan Pub  : "The girls? Neal brought them."  (you know Neal was the 
pimp/drug contact for Daniels at the party)

Agent Starbird  : "Maj. Daniels had some interest in crystals, New Age 
stuff, right?"

Pagan Pub  : "Oh, yeah he did but he didn't talk much about it."

Agent Fenemore  : "What about the crystal, did he ask you to try it?"

Agent Starbird  : :: pull the crystal from my pocket :: "Ever seen this 
one before?

Mr. Nedler  : [sorry, we have thunder here and my line disconnected]

Pagan Pub  : He looks at the crystal. "Daniels had something like that, 
maybe that one. I saw it, but didn't know much about it."
Pagan Pub  : "Let me ask you, do you know yet who was responsible for the 
bombing? Were there any calls?"

Agent Fenemore  : "It may have been a friend of the Majors paying a 
visit."

Agent Starbird  : "We don't think it *was* a bombing, Senator. I really 
would like to know more about when you last saw Eddie Valiant."

Pagan Pub  : "I have no idea who you're talking about."

Agent Starbird  : "C'mon Senator, maybe it's the recent ordeal that's got 
you off your usual form, but you're a lousy liar right now."
Agent Starbird  : "We got a lot of dead people on our hands, and right 
now you're in it right up to your high-and-mighty eyeballs."

Pagan Pub  : He glares at you. "I don't know anyone named Valiant and I 
do NOT appreciate being called a liar."

Agent Starbird  : "Fine. Have it your way."

Mr. Nedler  : (maybe we can ask questions about what happened BEFORE the 
bombing)

Agent Starbird  : [*What* bombing? There was no bomb...]

Agent Fenemore  : "I'm sorry to disturb you Senator - the committee must 
have been misinformed."

Pagan Pub  : "Committee?"

Agent Fenemore  : "I'm sorry, I thought you were aware of the 
investigation - I'm sure you'll be cleared."

Agent Starbird  : :: stepping back to let Kyle take a run at the 
Senator... ::

Agent Fenemore  : "It's highly unlikely there will be enough evidence to 
impeach you."

Pagan Pub  : He glowers. "Look, I'm no fool. We all know the situation at 
Daniels' wasn't a boy scout meeting.
Pagan Pub  : I'm trying to answer your questions as best I can so we can 
get to the bottom of this mess as quickly and sanely as possible. You 
don't need to threaten me, and furthermore I won't stand for it."

Agent Fenemore  : "I'm sure that's true - I guess the documents were 
forgeries after all."

Pagan Pub  : He sighs. "Sure. Whatever. Do you have any more questions or 
are you just going to keep shitting me?"

Agent Starbird  : [Perhaps we can catch more flies with honey then 
vinegar... what can we offer him to make him *want to cooperate?"] 

Mr. Nedler  : [Tell him the more we know, the more leaks we can stop.]
Mr. Nedler  : [i.e., if we know the truth, we can make a good cover story 
for the press.]

Agent Starbird  : [Shit... I have no idea what to say to this guy. After 
all, he *is* a suspect... any ideas?]

Agent Fenemore  : "Senator, I'm sure the link between you and the Major's 
connection to a drug running gun hoarding murderer named Valiant is 
tenuous, but people are bound to ask questions when the press hears of 
it.  Valiant gave the Major a crystal that may have been instrumental in 
the explosion.  We are unsure of the technology involved, but foriegn 
elements may be at work. We just want to clear your good name before it 
all falls together."

Mr. Nedler  : [hear, hear] 

Pagan Pub  : "Listen, whitey, I don't know Valiant. I don't know nothing 
about Daniels' crystal. And I don't know where the FUCK you assholes get 
off with this threat bullshit!"

Mr. Nedler  : "We're not the ones going around tearing FBI agents to 
shreds, Senator... we're not threatening you."

Pagan Pub  : "I don't know what you're talking about."

Agent Fenemore  : "Elements of our government are poised to eliminate any 
threat to national security."
Agent Fenemore  : "Those elements, not knowing better, might assume your 
position implies guilt."
Agent Fenemore  : "Senator, if you don't cooperate, I can't be 
responsible for what might happen."

Pagan Pub  : "Oh, you'll be plenty responsible. I'll see to that."

Mr. Nedler  : "We've got three agents with their insides splattered 
around a hotel room, man. It's not pretty.  Anything you can tell us may 
help, man."

Agent Starbird  : "And whoever -- or whatever -- did it has been in this 
hospital, too."

Mr. Nedler  : "Yes, but that was over an hour ago, man."

Agent Starbird  : "True."

Mr. Nedler  : "The senator's guarded by FBI agents now, man."

Pagan Pub  : "I've got guards. I've got friends. And believe me, as soon 
as I can leave I'm getting the hell out of St. Louis. Someone blows up my 
best friend and you people throw me up against a wall!"

Agent Fenemore  : Any whoever did it might be responsible for the 
happening at your house - people might not be satisfied with the 
explanation that you 'just happened' to escape alive."

Pagan Pub  : "That's YOUR problem. YOUR'E the experts. YOU find out 
what's going on."

Agent Fenemore  : "We can't unless you help us!"

Mr. Nedler  : "Whoever's doing this is tracking us all across St. Louis, 
Senator."
Mr. Nedler  : "Leaving the city *might* keep you safe, for a while."

Agent Fenemore  : "I think you might not be safe anywhere Senator."

Agent Starbird  : "Look, maybe you *were* just in it for the coke and the 
broads. If that's the case, I really don't care. But Daniels and Valiant 
*were* up to something, and anything that can help us find Valiant will 
help us end it." 

Pagan Pub  : "I hadn't seen Daniels in months before the party. I don't 
know Valiant from Valium. Is that all?"

Agent Fenemore  : "When did you meet Danials before the party?"

Mr. Nedler  : "How did you hear about the party?  Did Danials call you 
out of the blue?"

Pagan Pub  : "I've known him for years. We get together a few times a 
year when our schedules let us."

Agent Starbird  : "If that's the story you're going to stick to, there's 
nothing more I can do for you." :turn and leave
Agent Starbird  : [Where's Gaston?]

Pagan Pub  : [Gaston has left the hospital, he's off doing official 
stuff]

Mr. Nedler  : [recap -- have we asked DiTorrio if anyone else was at the 
party whose body we DON'T have?]

Pagan Pub  : [no, his statement accounts for everyone found]

Agent Starbird  : [I talk to the man in charge of guarding DiTorrio's 
room, tell him I'll clear it with Gaston shortly, but for now he's not to 
let DiTorrio leave. Find any excuse he can to pull it off.]

Pagan Pub  : [Starbird: no problem.]

Mr. Nedler  : "Senator, one question:  was this party typical of Daniels' 
get-togethers?  Or was this new?"

Pagan Pub  : He frowns. "Yeah, it was the usual."

Mr. Nedler  : "Any different elements, man?  You always have crystals?"

Pagan Pub  : "I don't know how long he's had this crystal stuff, maybe a 
couple years."

Agent Fenemore  : "Why weren't you in the main room with Daniels?"

Pagan Pub  : "We wanted some privacy."

Agent Fenemore  : "Had you been in that room previously that night?"

Pagan Pub  : "Sure, yeah, we were all there for most of the night."

Agent Fenemore  : "Was it your idea or Doreen's to go to the guest room?"


Mr. Nedler  : "When you got there, was the party ready to start, or did 
you see Daniels doing any prepartions?"

Pagan Pub  : "I dunno, we just went. I'd been there all afternoon, we had 
lunch and watched the game."

Mr. Nedler  : "Have crystals figured in your other get-togethers?"

Pagan Pub  : "I don't know what you mean...he just had one, I don't know 
what he did with it."

Mr. Nedler  : "Was it in the center of the orgy, uh, I mean party, on 
purpose or was it just there?"

Pagan Pub  : "I have no idea. He didn't talk about it."

Agent Fenemore  : "What exactly was Daniels doing the last time you saw 
him?"

Pagan Pub  : "He was with some chick on the floor snorting coke off his 
dick."

Agent Fenemore  : "They both were? I would have thought him so flexible."


Pagan Pub  : "No, you idiot, she was."

Agent Fenemore  : "Ohh" 

Agent Starbird  : [calling Gaston]

Pagan Pub  : [you reach him]

Agent Starbird  : ["Gaston, DiTorrio's feeling better, very feisty. And 
he's stonewalling us. Says he doesn't know Valiant, and he's *definitely* 
lying about that. The rest, I'm not so sure."]

Pagan Pub  : ["Hmm, well I've pried Valiant's military records loose. 
You'll have them in an hour or so."]

Agent Starbird  : ["Is there some way the doctors can find a reason or 
two that he can't leave for a while?"]

Pagan Pub  : ["Hell, we can hold him for questioning til his hair turns 
white. I mean, well you know."]

Pagan Pub  : ["We've got the bastard against a wall. If we leak the 
details of the party, his career is over."]

Agent Starbird  : ["Great. He tried to pull rank on us -- typical reflex 
for a Senator, I suppose..."]
Agent Starbird  : ["Thanks, boss. We're about done here."]

Pagan Pub  : ["Okay, good. I've made reservations for Tulsa under some 
other names, and we'll cancel them just before the flight so we can be 
sure you'll pick up seats."]

Agent Starbird  : ["Thanks. I hope the trip is worthwhile, but we're 
running out of leads here. DiTorrio doesn't threaten easily. Do we have 
anything else on him?"]

Pagan Pub  : ["Besides a decade of vice? No, not really. He basically 
honest, just a slime on his own time."]

Agent Starbird  : ["Thanks again. I'll check in with you later to get 
those military records."]

Mr. Nedler  : Have we shown DiTorrio the picture of Valiant?

Pagan Pub  : nope.

Mr. Nedler  : "Senator, man, have you ever seen this man before?"  [Psych 
roll.]

OnlineHost : Mr. Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die:   90

Pagan Pub  : "I don't know anyone who looks like this."

Agent Fenemore  : "Senator, one last time, what do you know about 
Valiant?"

Mr. Nedler  : [Kyle, how about your Psych roll -- I blew mine.]

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   14

Pagan Pub  : He's lying.
Pagan Pub  : He seemed to think the picture was kind of humorous for some 
reason as well.

Agent Fenemore  : ::picking up cellular phone:: "Hello, Washington post? 
Give me Johnson .."

Pagan Pub  : "Who the hell are you calling?"

Agent Fenemore  : "Hi Fred - yes, Kyle from the bureau.  Thanks again for 
your help in the investigation last year.  Now, I'd like to return the 
favor."

Pagan Pub  : "Wait one god damn second! What the fuck are you doing!"

Mr. Nedler  : "Senator, have you seen your horoscope for today?  Might be 
important."

Agent Fenemore  : "I've got a scoop on the DiTorrio case.  Yes, I'm with 
the Senator right now."

Pagan Pub  : "I DON'T KNOW NO FUCKING VALIANT!"

Agent Fenemore  : "It seems there was a lot more going on then in the 
initial reports -"
Agent Fenemore  : "DiTorrio seems to been having a little get 
together..."

Agent Starbird  : :: Heading back to the room ::

Pagan Pub  : "HANG UP THE GODDAMN PHONE YOU MOTHER FUCKER! HANG UP THE 
GODDAMN PHONE! WE'LL TALK! WE'LL TALK!"

Agent Fenemore  : "Well, it seems there were some interesting activities 
taking place..."

Pagan Pub  : "SHUT THE FUCK UP! I SAID WE'LL TALK!"

Agent Fenemore  : "Oh Fred, I think the Senator wants to make a 
statement, can I call you back? Bye."

Agent Starbird  : :: walking in ::

Agent Fenemore  : "Ok, talk."

Pagan Pub  : "HE'S MY SON, ALRIGHT! JESUS CHRIST HE'S MY BOY!"

Agent Starbird  : [Music swells dramatically...]

Pagan Pub  : [Needless to say, the senator is florid at this point.]

Agent Starbird  : "Hang up the phone, Kyle... let's get the Senator some 
water."

Agent Fenemore  : :: hanging up phone:::

Pagan Pub  : He's breathing heavily. "He's not mixed up in this, alright? 
Let's leave him out of this, alright?"
Pagan Pub  : [He's visibly shaken. You've got him over a barrel.]

Mr. Nedler  : "He's a love child from your young and wild days?"

Pagan Pub  : "Yeah, whatever you want to call it. He's the only family I 
got, I just wanted to take care of him."

Agent Starbird  : [Nice game of good cop - bad cop, guys. Time for the 
good cop?]

Agent Fenemore  : sure

Mr. Nedler  : "Maybe if you tell us some background, we'll be able to 
keep him AND you out of the press."

Pagan Pub  : He sighs.
Pagan Pub  : "Look, I don't know how much you know about Eddie. But he's 
a good kid. He's been screwed over a lot, but he's got his act together. 
I've helped him whenever I could."

Mr. Nedler  : "Look, the police are looking for Eddie.  Why don't you 
tell us the truth about his part, so we can write him off in the 
investigation?  Take the heat off him."

Agent Starbird  : "You're a good dad, looking out for your boy. That's 
cool. How long has your son known Daniels?"

Pagan Pub  : "A few years. Daniels helped him when that contra crap hit, 
as a favor to me. He's kept an eye on Eddie here since I'm in DC most of 
the time."

Mr. Nedler  : "You can talk about Daniels all you want.  He's dead; you 
can't hurt him."

Pagan Pub  : "Thanks for the reminder, asshole."

Agent Starbird  : :: shooting Gary killing glare ::

Agent Starbird  : "So Eddie introduced Daniels to all that crystal 
stuff?"

Pagan Pub  : "Yeah, it was just another drug to them. I don't know much 
about it. Eddie's really into that stuff."

Mr. Nedler  : "How were they using the crystal stuff as a drug, man?"  :: 
doesn't notice ::

Pagan Pub  : "I dunno, I really don't. It was some kind of meditation 
bullshit. Daniels said it gave you a rush every so often if you meditated 
regularly."

Agent Starbird  : "Hey, Gary, give it a rest for the second, OK? The 
senator's been through a lot." (using my best Psych abilities.)

Mr. Nedler  : [okay, okay]

OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   59

Pagan Pub  : [you feel he's telling the truth. He obviously wants to 
protect Eddie, though.]

Agent Starbird  : "What we're worried about, Senator, is that either 
deliberately or accidentally, they tapped into some very strange forces 
that were responsible for the explosion at the house, as well as the 
deaths of three agents the next day."

Pagan Pub  : "What? I thought it was a bomb? And I haven't heard anything 
about your guys getting killed."

Agent Fenemore  : [well, I gotta go folks - see you next session!]

Agent Starbird  : "Are you familiar with Delta Green, Senator?"

Pagan Pub  : "Delta Green? No, afraid not."

Mr. Nedler  : [dumb question, Gamer, but ... psych roll?]

OnlineHost : Mr. Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die:   50

Agent Starbird  : [my Psych roll was for DiTorrio, to give him the 
impression that I was on his side...]

Pagan Pub  : [gotcha. he's definitely responding to you better than the 
others.]

Mr. Nedler  : [mine was to see if the Senator was lying re: Delta Green]

Pagan Pub  : [he doesn't seem to be lying about DG]

Agent Starbird  : [When you play good cop - bad cop, the bad cops scare 
the guy, then shut the hell up so the good cop can get the information]

Mr. Nedler  : [so, I've shut up]

Agent Starbird  : "We don't know what we're dealing with here, but we 
know it *wasn't* a traditional bomb. No chemical residue, nothing. 
Something paranormal may be responsible."

Mr. Nedler  : "Or it could be a new Military weapon of some kind.  
Stealth bomb, man."

Pagan Pub  : "Paranormal? What, a ghost blew up?"

Agent Starbird  : "I don't think so. But *something* happened. For a 
moment at least, our traditional concepts of reality just didn't apply. 
Objects flying through walls, that sort of thing."

Pagan Pub  : He looks at you like you're crazy.

Mr. Nedler  : [Has he seen pictures of scene?]

Pagan Pub  : [nope]

Agent Starbird  : "I know it sounds nuts, but the forensics are 
indisputable."

Mr. Nedler  : [Shock him by showing him just one, Gamer?]

Agent Starbird  : [Why not? Do we have one handy?]

Pagan Pub  : [sure]

Mr. Nedler  : "Senator, look at how this body was thrown through this 
wall no bomb did this, man."

Pagan Pub  : He shakes his head. "Yeah, okay, it's weird. I don't know 
weird. That's your department."
Pagan Pub  : "I haven't got a clue what could have caused the blast."

Mr. Nedler  : "Senator, the only other thing that's weird in this is the 
crystals could we talk to Eddie some how?"

Agent Starbird  : "That's why we need to find Eddie. Maybe he started 
this crystal stuff as a lark, and it's gotten out of hand. We could help 
him if we can find him. There are some violent people on the other side 
of this case. Eddie could be in danger."

Pagan Pub  : He thinks for a minute.

Mr. Nedler  : "Three agents torn to shreds, man." 

Pagan Pub  : "I'll talk to him. I'll see what he can say. Maybe he'll 
want to talk to you guys. But I tell you, this crystal crap is nothing. 
They were just fucking around with it."

Mr. Nedler  : "Maybe they met some bad types who were using it as a 
cover, man.  That happens."
Mr. Nedler  : "Sometimes truly dangerous types use this mystic stuff as a 
cover so people think they're harmless kooks."  [winks]

Agent Starbird  : "I hope you're right. I definitely prefer rational 
explanations to things, myself. I just don't have one for this, yet."

Pagan Pub  : "Look, I don't know crystals from cocaine, alright? I can't 
imagine any of that stuff means squat. But I'll talk to Eddie as soon as 
I get out of here and we'll see, alright?"

Agent Starbird  : "I respect your desire to protect your son. Do you need 
some privacy so you can contact him?"

Mr. Nedler  : "Couldn't you call him now, man?  Next best thing to being 
there, man."

Agent Starbird  : "I'm not sure the Senator trusts us entirely, Gary. I'm 
willing to trade him some security in exchange for his cooperation."

Mr. Nedler  : "If you want to do it that way, man."

Pagan Pub  : "Fine, okay, we got a deal."

Pagan Pub  : And we've got a stopping point. Any quick questions?

Agent Starbird  : I don't want to doublecross the Senator (not if I don't 
have to...), but we've got to set up a safety net. What if he tells Eddie 
to cut and run? What if Eddie doesn't want to come in? I gotta work on 
some contingency plans... 

Mr. Nedler  : Is his phone line bugged?

Mr. Nedler  : Can we order it bugged?

Pagan Pub  : The one here is. Presumably he wants to get out and then go 
to a pay phone or something.

Agent Starbird  : We can tail him and use proximity mikes to get his end 
of the conversation...

Mr. Nedler  : Did we get a listing of his telephone calls from DC?

Pagan Pub  : I don't think so, but that's no problem. For the last month? 
or...?

Mr. Nedler  : If we've got the agents to sort through it, do the last 
year. 
Mr. Nedler  : Maybe he doesn't call his son that often.

Agent Starbird  : Good idea, Gary. Since he figured nobody knew Valiant 
was his son, he might have placed traceable calls to him.

Mr. Nedler  : Also, what about incoming calls?  Any traces or records on 
them?
Mr. Nedler  : If necessary, can a hacker get into his secretary's 
computer?
Mr. Nedler  : Read his phone messages, etc.

Pagan Pub  : Someone can do that, yeah.

Agent Starbird  : Let's start next week by finalizing our plans, and we 
can get Kyle involved, too.

Pagan Pub  : Alright, you guys can plan strategy then.
5/15/93 14.20.24 Closing Log file.


Call of Cthulhu Online Game
Sponsored by Pagan Publishing
Transcript of eighth session -- June 6th, 1993

--->Players
Don Rice-- Gary Nedler, new age bookstore owner and long-time govt. 
consultant
Mr Shiny-- Agent Fenemore, F.B.I. agent

--->Transcript
6/6/93 20.29.44 Opening "DG Game 8" for recording.

Pagan Pub  : Anyway, as I was saying a phone tap is problematic because 
the senator could use any phone, anywhere -- which is presumably why he 
wants out of the hospital before he'll call Valiant.

Gary Nedler: Right.  I was asking about high-tech surveillance 
possibilities.

Agent Fenemore : We could shadow him with a shotgun mic/parabolic mic

Pagan Pub  : Gotcha. You guys can get a tail/surveilance team put on him 
that will *probably* do the trick.

Agent Fenemore : Make it so. 

Pagan Pub  : No prob.

Gary Nedler : Other thoughts:  can a cellular station right *in* his car 
make bugging easier?
Gary Nedler : For tapping cellular phone, I mean.

Pagan Pub  : DiTorrio will be released later this afternoon. Um, not if 
he's using a pay phone or something. If he uses car phone, no problem. 
Child's play. 

Agent Fenemore : Where was Valiant's girl?

Pagan Pub  : County lock-up.

Agent Fenemore : In MO?

Pagan Pub  : Yep, St. Louis County.
Pagan Pub  : What next?

Agent Fenemore : Well, off to there?

Gary Nedler : Well, we can interview her.  Also check her visitor 
records.

Agent Fenemore : Ok - to jail

Gary Nedler : "House of incarceration -- bad vibes, man."

Agent Fenemore : (after arranging all of the above security thingies

Pagan Pub  : Taken care of. Teams are fanning out to bug his office, 
vehicles, etc.

Gary Nedler : Would it be possible to get call records of any phones he 
uses, BTW?

Pagan Pub  : Um, should be as long as they witness him calling and can 
identify the phone.

Gary Nedler : That's what we pay them for.  ;-)

Pagan Pub  : heh!

Agent Fenemore : To jail!

Pagan Pub  : Okay, you guys cruise to the county lock-up.
Pagan Pub  : Ex-girlfriendŐs name is Angel O'Rourke.

Pagan Pub  : She's got a record of petty theft, etc.

Agent Fenemore : Flash creditentials "Special Agent Fenemore, FBI"

Pagan Pub  : They're expecting you. "Good to meet you, Agent Fenemore. 
Come this way."

Gary Nedler : :: follow ::

Pagan Pub  : Guards lead you into the visitor's room.
Pagan Pub  : Take a seat in front of a glass-fronted cubicle. Scrawny 
bleached blonde with a rose tattoo on her shoulder sitting on the other 
side. Scars on the crook of her arm.

Gary Nedler : "Angel, we have some questions for you about your friend 
Eddie Valiant.  When was the last time you saw him?"

Pagan Pub  : "Eddie? Heh. Haven't seen him since he toasted that pusher 
'cross the river."

Gary Nedler : "You saw him do that?  Bad vibes."

Pagan Pub  : "Naw I didn't see him do it but he told me all about it."

Gary Nedler : "Was it fun?"

Pagan Pub  : "He thought it was fun."
Pagan Pub  : "Whattaya want Eddie for?"

Gary Nedler : "Oh, let's say some close family are looking for him."

Pagan Pub  : "Yeah, close as the fuzz."

Agent Fenemore : "Angel, what do you know about the crystals?"

Pagan Pub  : "Crystals? You mean rocks?"

Agent Fenemore : "Yes, the ones Eddie would use."

Pagan Pub  : "Eddie didn't do crack. He liked the kind you could blow up 
your nose."

Gary Nedler : "No, the kind you meditate on. Like Enolsis sells."

Agent Fenemore : "I mean real rocks - shiny gems "

Pagan Pub  : "I don't know what you're talking about, man. He didn't deal 
in jewels n'shit."

Agent Fenemore : "The fever come yet?  I bet you could use a fix, Angel."


Pagan Pub  : She snorts. "Hey, I'm clean mister badge. Ask the warden. 
Ask the nurse. I'm off that shit."

Agent Fenemore : "How long has it been?  Your arm aching yet?"

Pagan Pub  : "I'm tellin' ya man, I'm clean. See?" She holds her hand 
out, palm down. "Steady as a rock."

Agent Fenemore : "It's hard to go cold turkey in the joint, isn't it."
Agent Fenemore : "The sweats, the night terrors - how long has it been?"

Pagan Pub  : "I been here three months, man, I been through that already. 
And I wasn't bad to begin with. You're wasting your time, asshole."

Agent Fenemore : "Too bad Angel, we could set you up if you'd play ball."


Pagan Pub  : "Hey, I'll play ball. Get me the hell outta this shithole 
and save me three months of puttin' up with crap." 

Agent Fenemore : "Tell us about Eddie."

Pagan Pub  : "Whattaya wanna know? I don't owe that guy nothing."

Agent Fenemore : "Everything - especially any weird stuff - magic and voo 
doo stuff..."
Agent Fenemore : "you know what I mean..."

Gary Nedler : "You can call it New Age if you like."

Pagan Pub  : "He wasn't into none of that kinda stuff. He was an 
ex-marine, man. He was military front, back, and sideways. A tough 
bastard. Pumped weights, took coke, and beat people up. That was his 
thing."
Pagan Pub  : "I asked him once, didn't he believe in God? And you know 
what he said? He pointed to his head and said 'this is the only God I 
worship.' Can you believe that shit? He lived for himself."

Gary Nedler : "Heavy karmic burden, man."

Agent Fenemore : "Ever go down on him?"

Pagan Pub  : "Go down on -- hey, fuck you asshole!"

Agent Fenemore : "Now Angel, this is important - did he have you do that 
often?"
Agent Fenemore : "Now co-operate and you'll get out."
Agent Fenemore : "If not - there's a murder that is just aching for 
someone to be connected to it."

Pagan Pub  : "Yeah, he liked it. No shit. So do you, I bet, if you ever 
get it."
Pagan Pub  : "White-haired motherfucker."
Pagan Pub  : "Colonel Sanders n'shit..."

Gary Nedler : [LoL]

Agent Fenemore : "Now Angel, did he ever do anything odd when you two did 
that - like meditating? Or chanting?"

Pagan Pub  : "He had a dumb look on his face but that ain't nothin' new."


Agent Fenemore : "Anything else - asnything that struck you as odd?"

Pagan Pub  : "He was hardcore marine, man. That's weird enough."

Gary Nedler : "He have any weird friends?"

Pagan Pub  : "Lotta marines, duh. His buddies that got him the drugs out 
of south america. Contra folks."

Agent Fenemore : "Well, she doesn't want to tell us anything we don't 
know. Let her rot in here." :::turns:::
Agent Fenemore : "Let her rot in here!"

Pagan Pub  : "Hey screw you buddy! I told you what I know! He killed that 
dude and dropped outta sight!"

Gary Nedler : "Well, if that's what you think, man.  Incarceration is 
good for meditation." 

Agent Fenemore : "Ok Angel, you had your chance.  Have a nice 10-20."

Pagan Pub  : She glares at you.
Pagan Pub  : You guys split?
Pagan Pub  : (give me Psych rolls)

Gary Nedler : "Here's a number.  If you think of anything else, tell the 
warden to call us, man."

Pagan Pub  : She looks at it. "1-900-Dick-Head, got it."

OnlineHost : Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die:   50
Gary Nedler : (got the Psych roll exactly)

Agent Fenemore : "And don't expect parole. The Bureau has friends on the 
board - too bad you wouldn't tell us the truth."
OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   52

Pagan Pub  : You think she's telling the truth. She doesn't know anything 
about new age stuff.
Pagan Pub  : It was two years ago. It doesn't sound like he was into it 
then, perhaps.

Gary Nedler : "Must be a new hobby, man.  Lot of people take up a quest 
for spiritual transcendence late in life."

Agent Fenemore : we leave - make arrangments for her release - get her 
set up in rehab - charges dropped - and surveilance (should Eddie show 
up)

Pagan Pub  : Warden kicks a little but it's not a problem.

Gary Nedler : ah, have her followed

Pagan Pub  : It'll be a couple weeks before she's out.

Agent Fenemore : ok - Enolsis hack?

Pagan Pub  : Enolsis hack. Was this to get into the local computer?

Gary Nedler : Yes, and possibly to back trace to an external one based on 
phone bills.
Gary Nedler : Probably most addresses in the local computer, though.
Gary Nedler : Certainly shipping info, warehouses, etc. 

Pagan Pub  : Okay, that was asked for yesterday, it'll be a couple days 
before you get results. Computer screen is visible from the window, so 
they'll have someone watch outside with binocs and catch the passwords.
Pagan Pub  : Simplest and surest way to do it.

Agent Fenemore : (just like sneakers!)

Gary Nedler : Okay, whatever works.

Pagan Pub  : Meanwhile. DiTorrio will be out in a couple hours. Everyone 
will be ready by then. What do you guys want to do? Accompany the 
surveilance team? Other plans?

Agent Fenemore : Well, any other leads right now, Nedler?

Gary Nedler : Didn't we run an interrogation of local hookers, pimps, 
etc., for leads on Valiant?

Pagan Pub  : St. Louis fuzz have worked the streets. No Valiant.

Gary Nedler : We were thinking of flying to, where was it, Tulsa?
Gary Nedler : Enolsis is based there, we think.


Agent Fenemore : Why not - the teams can work here 
Agent Fenemore : Arrange flight to Tulsa 

Pagan Pub  : Right, actually you'd set up a flight of sorts already for 
tomorrow I think.

Gary Nedler : Um question:  crystal is in Starbird's pocket.  Make sure 
he's guarded.

Pagan Pub  : You can take crystal with you if you wish. Starbird is 
working with the surveilance teams on DiTorrio.

Gary Nedler : Probably easier for you if we take crystal (heh).

Pagan Pub  : Crystal is up to you, take it or leave it, so to speak!

Agent Fenemore : take it 

Gary Nedler : Might be good to set up a blind:  apparently vulnerable 
agent with it, but actually guarded.

Pagan Pub  : Oh that'll be a highly-sought duty! ;-)

Gary Nedler : Also, we need to check to see if that's what summoned Rex 
before.
Gary Nedler : If not, we've got a mole in the department.
Gary Nedler : How else did they know to hit us of all the agents in town.


Agent Fenemore : Perhaps they're psychic?

Pagan Pub  : ...

Gary Nedler : So book flights to, oh, Washington DC for us, with two 
ringer agents taking the flights. If they get hit we've got a mole.

Pagan Pub  : Gaston can make some kind of fake courier, talk it up, etc.
Pagan Pub  : Okay, no problem.

Gary Nedler : "Good to find out, man.  Some people only pretend to be 
psychic."
Gary Nedler : :: winks ::

Pagan Pub  : Hmm.

Pagan Pub  : When do you want this other flight to occur? Before you go 
to Tulsa? After? Same time?

Gary Nedler : Same time.  Switch the agents driving us around so news 
gets out we *have* actually left town.  Mole agents are going to be hard 
to fool.

Agent Fenemore : ok

Pagan Pub  : Alright. Gaston gets it set up very carefully. Keeps track 
of who knows what.

Gary Nedler : That's best.  I give him a quick lesson on keeping track 
but pretending he isn't.  ;-)

Pagan Pub  : Heh!
Pagan Pub  : Alright. That afternoon, DiTorrio is released. Starbird is 
on his tail.

Gary Nedler : Go Clarence!
Gary Nedler : What do we know about Enolsis, Tulsa, etc.?

Pagan Pub  : Um, Tulsa is the headquarters of Enolsis and home of the 
Living Power, who is the spiritual leader and founder of Enolsis.
Pagan Pub  : They have a big compound there for retreats, seminars, 
meetings, etc. Very open and friendly.
Pagan Pub  : No one suspects them of having big arms caches like Waco or 
anything. Very above-board.

Gary Nedler : Any seminars or retreats we can join at the last minute?
Gary Nedler : ::  Gary uses his contacts. ::

Pagan Pub  : Someone calls. There is a weekend-long "self-encounter" 
session beginning day after tomorrow. Attendence expected is 80-100.

Gary Nedler : "Perfect.  Kyle, this would be good for you.  The white 
hair is good cover, and so's the stiff manner.  You want to learn to 
relax, got it?"

Pagan Pub  : (LOL)

Gary Nedler : "Don't expect the stuff people tell you to make sense, man.  
Just smile and act warm and keep your eyes open.  All kinds of stuff can 
go on behind the scenes at these things, man."
Gary Nedler : "If you need someone to open up, give them a story about 
your traumatic childhood, or how nothing in your life makes sense any 
more, then let them talk."
Gary Nedler : "Always remember, if they ask too many questions about your 
cover, change the subject as if you don't understand what they're asking.  
Crystals, TM, and Tarot are all good for that." 
Gary Nedler : "They'll think you're dumb and give up, usually."

Pagan Pub  : Good advice.

Agent Fenemore : "Sounds good - you look too loose as it is."

Pagan Pub  : So. Anything you want to do before you leave tomorrow 
morning?

Gary Nedler : Change hotel rooms, again.

Pagan Pub  : No problem.

Gary Nedler : Oh, did we get the odd armaments Starbird and I were asking 
about?
Gary Nedler : Silver bullets, wolfsbane aerosal, I forget what else.

Pagan Pub  : In the morning.

Agent Fenemore : I next day air my current tape to Denise.

Pagan Pub  : Got it.

Gary Nedler : Hmm.  Is that safe?  Commercial next day air?

Agent Fenemore : Scrambled tape mailed to a drop

Pagan Pub  : Hey, even cultists use FedEx!

Gary Nedler : (paranoia's showing)

Pagan Pub  : That night, Starbird calls to say DiTorrio hasn't contacted 
Valiant yet. Just been calling his office in D.C., colleagues, the press, 
etc. Nothing special.

Gary Nedler : Oh, I got one.  Ask police if any new drug dealer groups 
are into voodoo, New Age, etc.

Pagan Pub  : Um, they know of a small group of second-generation Jamaican 
kids in a posse that toke up and talk about Jah. That's about the extent 
of it.

Gary Nedler : Worth a try, though.  :-)

Pagan Pub  : Okay..
Pagan Pub  : Next morning you get up, which is always a good start.
Pagan Pub  : You go through a series of switches, doublebacks, swapping 
cars, etc.
Pagan Pub  : Finally you're on your way to Lambert International Airport, 
west of St. Louis.
Pagan Pub  : No reports of anyone being followed, etc.
Pagan Pub  : Decoy couriers are taking another route. No problems.
Pagan Pub  : Starbird calls.
Pagan Pub  : "DiTorrio had his driver pull over to a diner. He's going to 
a pay-phone in the parking lot."
Pagan Pub  : "Crew 2 is in position."
Pagan Pub  : "I'll patch it through to you."
Pagan Pub  : [click]
Pagan Pub  : [street noise]
Pagan Pub  : [wind blowing]
Pagan Pub  : [clink of a coin on metal]
Pagan Pub  : "Fucking jerks. Bug my fucking phone. Bug my fucking car."
Pagan Pub  : [Touch-tone phone dialing. Seven digits. Local call.]
Pagan Pub  : "Enolsis."
Pagan Pub  : "Doug Waters, please."
Pagan Pub  : [muzak]
Pagan Pub  : "Hello?"
Pagan Pub  : "What the FUCK happened, boy!"
Pagan Pub  : "Shit, dad, where the hell ya been?"
Pagan Pub  : "Up to my ass in fuckwads with badges, that's where. What 
the hell happened!"
Pagan Pub  : "I don't know! I don't! I wasn't even there! You know I cut 
out early!"
Pagan Pub  : "So help me if I find out you had ANYTHING to do with what 
happened, if you had ANYTHING to do with the death of my friend, I'll 
kick your ass six ways from Sunday."
Pagan Pub  : "Calm down! Christ, dad! I don't know!"
Pagan Pub  : [sighs] "Look, kid, the feds want to talk to you. They're 
asking about crystals. About Enolsis."
Pagan Pub  : "Shit!" 
Pagan Pub  : "Yeah, no kidding bright boy. I got you a new life and a new 
face, now I'm telling you get the hell outta town. I can't cover for you 
this time."
Pagan Pub  : "Dad! I can't give this up!"
Pagan Pub  : "You don't have a CHOICE, mister. Ditch that new age crap 
and blow. Now."
Pagan Pub  : "Fuck you! I built this! I'm not gonna let some two-bit tin 
badge take it away!"
Pagan Pub  : "God DAMN you make me mad. I've done all I can. Blow."
Pagan Pub  : [click]

Gary Nedler : Oooo-kay!

Pagan Pub  : Starbird says "I think it's warrant time."

Agent Fenemore : is there one outstanding yet?  Maybe armed response 
time?
Agent Fenemore : We've got to get 'Doug Waters' before he blows town.

Pagan Pub  : Ahead of you on the highway, a tractor-rig full of new cars 
swerves in front of you.
Pagan Pub  : Someone is on the top level, doing something.

Gary Nedler : [uh oh, are we in a bulletproof car?]

Agent Fenemore : I'm trying to shoot him.
Agent Fenemore : (roll down windows of course)

Gary Nedler : Pull taser out, get down, warn driver.
Gary Nedler : If there's time, I radio situation to Gaston.

OnlineHost : Mr Shiny rolled 1 100-sided die:   26

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore's gun goes off. The first car tumbles off the back 
of the trailer and smashes nose down into the road.
Pagan Pub  : Luck rolls, gentlemen. Fast.

OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   35
Gary Nedler : [made it!] :: braces for crash ::

OnlineHost : Mr Shiny rolled 1 100-sided die:   51

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die:   59
Pagan Pub  : [for driver]

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore, you're not sure where your shot went. The driver 
of the car swerves hard to the left and slams into the crash barrier. 
Sparks fly along the driver's side as you scrape along the cement.
Pagan Pub  : In a moment you slip between the spinning vehicle and the 
wall. Behind you, a truck and another car are not so lucky and plow into 
the discarded auto.
Pagan Pub  : Ahead of you, the trailer drifts right as another sedan 
rolls off the top.
Pagan Pub  : You bypass that one safely. Behind you, you hear screeching 
tires, crunching metal, horns, and screams.

Agent Fenemore : Trty to make license.

Pagan Pub  : Two more sedans plunge off the top level as the trailer 
moves back left towards you.

Agent Fenemore : radio for ambulances and a roadblock ahead

Gary Nedler : roadblock behind too, he'll be expecting that.

Pagan Pub  : The first one hits the pavement and crunches. The second one 
dives onto the first, then falls to one side, ahead of you. Luck rolls 
again, please.

Agent Fenemore : shooting for driver

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die:   59

OnlineHost : Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die:   23
Gary Nedler : [yes!]

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   89
Agent Fenemore : oops

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore, again please.

OnlineHost : Mr Shiny rolled 1 100-sided die:   9

Pagan Pub  : Whoo!
Pagan Pub  : The second vehicle falls over upside down and slides into 
the passenger side of your car, crushing it against the crash barrier. 
Fenemore, you pulled your arm inside just in time!
Pagan Pub  : The driver yells. Construction ahead, your car and the 
wrecked one are locked together in the wheel wells. You plow through 
orange barrels into soft asphalt.

Agent Fenemore : Do we have a sunroof?

Pagan Pub  : Ahead and to the right, a steamroller. Yes, sunroof.
Pagan Pub  : The trailer is on the other side of the line of safety 
barrels.

Gary Nedler : Still moving?  How fast?  Can we grab the wheel and avoid 
steam roller?

Pagan Pub  : Behind you, you can hear more wrecks. The interstate is 
turning into a disaster area back there. 

Gary Nedler : ĄNo bueno!

Pagan Pub  : The two cars are rolling along at about 40 miles an hour. 
The second car is slowing you down.
Pagan Pub  : One more round of rolls, please.

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die:   62

OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   9
Gary Nedler : [yes, yes, yes!]

Agent Fenemore : I pop up through the sunroof to unload the rest of my 
clip into the trailer
OnlineHost : Mr Shiny rolled 1 100-sided die:   6

Gary Nedler : [wow, can you impale on a Luck roll?]

Pagan Pub  : The other car hits the steam roller head on. Your car tears 
free and keeps rolling on the far side.

Gary Nedler : How's our driver?

Pagan Pub  : The driver is yelling something incoherent. Sounds like the 
lord's prayer.
Pagan Pub  : Fenemore stands up through the sunroof. The wind whips your 
face. It's hot and vaporous from the wet asphalt below you. 

Agent Fenemore : Can I start shooting?

Pagan Pub  : fire.
Pagan Pub  : Wait.

OnlineHost : Mr Shiny rolled 1 100-sided die:   1

Agent Fenemore : WHAT DO YOU MEAN WAIT!!!

Pagan Pub  : [the roll is good]

Gary Nedler : Can the car still move?  Are we catching fire like in the 
movies?

Pagan Pub  : The trailer is pulling off onto an exit. 
Pagan Pub  : But there's something in the road.
Pagan Pub  : Bounding towards you across the highway is a large bear. 
Except it's a dog. 
Pagan Pub  : It's running faster than you are, gaining.

Gary Nedler : Rex, the hellhop from bell, I mean ... ;-)

Agent Fenemore : (shoot at the dog?)

Pagan Pub  : You empty your clip into it. It's about twenty feet away.

Gary Nedler : Shoot with taser.

Pagan Pub  : No way, Nedler. Shiny is between you and the window.

Gary Nedler : Okay, red pepper spray in other hand, waiting.

Agent Fenemore : Reload!
Agent Fenemore : Any effect?

Pagan Pub  : It spins and rolls on the road, roaring. You race on. After 
a moment you see it get up again and come after you, less steady. 

Agent Fenemore : Let me know when I'm ready again

Pagan Pub  : As you reload, you see it stretch. Its mass is shifting to 
change the center of gravity, its legs growing longer and stronger to run 
faster.
Pagan Pub  : Fenemore, you can see a massive pile-up a couple miles back. 
Flames, horns, cars, it's like something from a nightmare.

Gary Nedler : Can Kyle duck?

Pagan Pub  : He can duck anytime he wants to.
Pagan Pub  : The creature gains. Kyle, you're good to go.

OnlineHost : Mr Shiny rolled 1 100-sided die:   50

Gary Nedler : "Kyle, next time you reload give me a clear shot, man"

Pagan Pub  : You spray. A few bullets strike. It twitches but keeps 
coming. Twenty feet away once more.

Agent Fenemore : Duck, reload 
Agent Fenemore : "Okay, go!"

OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   20
Gary Nedler : That was taser.

Pagan Pub  : Bzzt. The creature rolls again then keeps coming. It looks 
decidedly haggard.

Agent Fenemore : Gary switch I've reloaded

Gary Nedler : "Go, man."

OnlineHost : Mr Shiny rolled 1 100-sided die:   56

Pagan Pub  : It bellows at you. The car is slowing, you can hear a tire 
flapping. The driver is shouting.

Agent Fenemore : reload
Agent Fenemore : (very cool battle - I love the car trailer!!!!)

Gary Nedler : (trailer is definitely a great trick!!!)

Pagan Pub  : You spray again as it approaches the rear bumper. You track 
a line of hits down its back, welts of blood and flesh burst down the 
length. It roars again, gains on the bumper.

OnlineHost : Mr Shiny rolled 1 100-sided die:   41

Pagan Pub  : Two shots strike it in the head, others along its bulk. 
Thing must weigh several hundred pounds.

Agent Fenemore : reload 

Pagan Pub  : It leaps onto the back of the car, punching through the 
metal of the trunk. Scrabbling furiously to get its rear legs onto the 
car.

OnlineHost : Mr Shiny rolled 1 100-sided die:   76

Agent Fenemore : oops
Agent Fenemore : point blank?

Pagan Pub  : Yes.
Pagan Pub  : Good? 

Agent Fenemore : probably 
Agent Fenemore : (kyle should be at least 45%-50%)

Pagan Pub  : You fire through the rear windshield, shattering the glass, 
directly into the creature's maw. Its head erupts in blood and tissue, 
spraying across the hood and onto you. The raw meat of the jaws roar and 
it starts to rear back.

Agent Fenemore : reload

Gary Nedler : Can I stand up through sunroof or does Kyle need to duck?

Gary Nedler : "Kyle, duck."  Red pepper mace its eyes (just in case) as 
soon as he's clear.

Pagan Pub  : Roll.

OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   19

Pagan Pub  : Gary sprays the red pepper mace directly onto the bloody 
mass at the end of its neck. The thing screams and scrabbles for a grip, 
then tumbles over the side and beyond the crash barrier. Gary, you 
estimate it's about forty feet down (you're on an overpass).

Gary Nedler : [to driver] "Don't stop."

Agent Fenemore : firing

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore, you come up with your gun leveled and the thing is 
gone.

Gary Nedler : "Man, it fell off the overpass, I guess you can slow down."


OnlineHost : Mr Shiny rolled 1 100-sided die:   58 

Pagan Pub  : You spray the back of the car anyway.

Agent Fenemore : why not?

Pagan Pub  : The driver yells "it ain't runnin' so good!" You have two 
flats on the passenger side, mondo body damage. He guns it some more and 
you head down the road. Behind you, you dimly hear sirens.
Pagan Pub  : Your cellular antenna is hosed, so you're unable to call 
anyone from here.

Agent Fenemore : Any appropriate stopping point? 

Pagan Pub  : We'll stop here.
Pagan Pub  : Good rolling, guys!

Gary Nedler : There IS a god, and His name is Online Host.  ;-)

Pagan Pub  : Heh!! 

Agent Fenemore : see you in seven

Pagan Pub  : Whew.

Gary Nedler : Yeah, that was pretty charged.  You were just *waiting* for 
us to leave for the airport, weren't you?

Pagan Pub  : heh heh...
Pagan Pub  : That's the second time I've used the new car trailer trick. 
It's beautiful.

Gary Nedler : I'll say; I'm going to hit my players with that.

Gary Nedler : Did you ever see it in a movie, or did you just think of 
it?

Pagan Pub  : Just thought of it one day on the highway when one was in 
front of me. Made ME nervous.
Pagan Pub  : Gotta run, guy. Thanks for playing!

6/6/93 22.24.42 Closing Log file.


Call of Cthulhu Online Game
Sponsored by Pagan Publishing
Transcript of ninth session -- June 13th, 1993

--->Players
Don Rice-- Gary Nedler, new age bookstore owner and long-time govt. 
consultant
Mr Shiny-- Agent Fenemore, F.B.I. agent

--->Transcript
6/13/93 20.10.25 Opening "DG Game 9" for recording.

<<<a portion of the log is missing here due to a power outage during the 
game. The agents have stopped their car and emerged to see what happened 
to the dog-thing.>>>

Gary Nedler : Okay, so the driver grabbed a MAC-10 and walked back with 
us.

Agent Fenemore : Anyway, am I there yet?

Pagan Pub  : As you're heading back to the point where Rex went off the 
side, you get a look at what is behind you.

Agent Fenemore : A sanity-reducing look?

Pagan Pub  : A couple miles back, there's a massive pile-up almost a mile 
long. You can hear emergency vehicles, but you can't even see them from 
here. No traffic is getting through at all.
Pagan Pub  : There's several burning wrecks back there as well.
Pagan Pub  : It's a tremendous mess. You're not looking forward to 
meeting with Gaston.
Pagan Pub  : Not that he's going to blame you, but...
Pagan Pub  : You guys trot over to the edge of the overpass.
Pagan Pub  : The driver in hot pursuit.

Gary Nedler : Hey, when US Senators screw up, they really screw up.  <g>

Pagan Pub  : <jog, jog>

Agent Fenemore : so what do we see

Pagan Pub  : At the edge, you take a look over. Cars are passing below.

Agent Fenemore : and... 

Pagan Pub  : There's a big blood splortch on the road.

Agent Fenemore : anything else 

Pagan Pub  : No body in sight. Maybe it got stuck to the front of a semi?


Gary Nedler : Yeah, right.

Agent Fenemore : Or disappeared?

Pagan Pub  : Give me Spot Hidden rolls.

OnlineHost : Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die:   75

Gary Nedler : That was a failure for me.

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   24

Agent Fenemore : I think I made it

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore: About a half mile down the road below you, you 
spot a crumpled shape on the shoulder.

Agent Fenemore : What's the fastest way down there?

Pagan Pub  : There's an exit ramp back up just a bit...half mile or so.

Gary Nedler : "Man, that wolf's gone ... what are you looking at, Kyle?"

Agent Fenemore : To the car!

Gary Nedler : :: follows ::

Agent Fenemore : Jump behind wheel and head for ramp

Pagan Pub  : "The car ain't going nowhere, pal," says the driver. "Tires 
are shot, and I think we broke an axle."

Agent Fenemore : scratch that - any working cars nearby - if not run 

Pagan Pub  : Noting close. You guys shut off the highway a few miles 
back. ;-)

Agent Fenemore : ::running:::

Pagan Pub  : <jog, jog>

Gary Nedler : Radio's dead, right?  

Pagan Pub  : Yup.

Gary Nedler : :: follows ::  (sound of burning bridges)

Pagan Pub  : You guys take off running down the road and run down the 
ramp.
Pagan Pub  : No worries about traffic!

Gary Nedler : BTW, is the crystal on me, on Kyle, on the driver (heh!), 
or in the car?
Pagan Pub  : There's several 
Pagan Pub  : You hit the ground and sprint. Crystal: your call.

Gary Nedler : Guess it's on me, then.

Pagan Pub  : Quarter-mile now. Definitely something on the shoulder of 
the road.

Agent Fenemore : ::run::

Pagan Pub  : SAN rolls, please.

OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   46

OnlineHost : Mr Shiny rolled 1 100-sided die:   20

Pagan Pub  : Take a point.

Agent Fenemore : no worries
Pagan Pub  : Lying here is the dog-beast. Also lying here is the bellhop 
Rex. More accurately, part of each is here fused together.

Agent Fenemore : what is it?

Gary Nedler : Okay (oops, what's my SANity? Still at Max?)

Pagan Pub  : The top half is Rex, the bottom half the dog-thing. Both 
halves are not quite complete; the flesh is shiny and stretched, and 
looks very raw even where uninjured. Rex's features are distorted.
Pagan Pub  : It looks as if he was transforming from one to the other 
when he died.
Pagan Pub  : And yes, he is dead.

Gary Nedler : There're open bullet wounds and they're not pumping?

Pagan Pub  : Nope. No pumping action.
Gary Nedler : Just making sure. <g>

Pagan Pub  : He's deader than disco.

Gary Nedler : Any clothes on the Rex part of the creature?  Pockets?  ID?


Pagan Pub  : Yeah there is something resembling clothing but it's melded 
with his flesh.

Gary Nedler : Yum!

Pagan Pub  : No signs of other objects.

Gary Nedler : Fingerprints possible?  Toe prints?

Pagan Pub  : No toes. Fingers are very unlikely.
Pagan Pub  : The clothing doesn't appear to be made of cloth, at least 
not in this state.

Agent Fenemore : Phones nearby?

Pagan Pub  : There's a gas station about a mile off.

Gary Nedler : "You go, man, I'll stay here."  (want to hear this 
conversation <g>)
Gary Nedler : Driver looking a little greener?

Pagan Pub  : He is staying a bit further back.
Pagan Pub  : "Oh man, what the hell is it? Is that what was on the car?"

Gary Nedler : Smart.  "Yes, man, things are stranger than you know."

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore, you going to gas station?

Agent Fenemore : ::going to gas station:: - to driver "Why don't you stay 
here and keep guard?"

Pagan Pub  : "Phew! Guy's street pizza. Uh, sure, sure." <scans road>

Gary Nedler : Examine creature's wounds carefully.  
Gary Nedler : Are there signs the mace was effective?  What about the 
taser?
Gary Nedler : Also, are there partially healed bullet wounds from the 
hotel?

Pagan Pub  : Definitely bullet wounds, broken bones, concussions, etc. on 
the lower half of the body.
Pagan Pub  : Top half is hard to say. No bullet wounds, definitely, up 
there.

Gary Nedler : Top half looks like Rex, now, right?  Or have I got that 
backwards?

Pagan Pub  : Correct.
Pagan Pub  : Can't tell about the mace or taser. Can't spot old wounds on 
lower half.

Gary Nedler : Okay, is the taser dart visible anywhere?  Etc.

Pagan Pub  : No sign of dart.

Gary Nedler : Dart hit upper torso, right?  

Pagan Pub  : Yup. 
Pagan Pub  : Fenemore, you reach the gas station. Pay phone.

Agent Fenemore : call gaston using whatever s.o.p. we've worked out - 
request assistance

Pagan Pub  : "No shit! What the hell happened?!"

Agent Fenemore : "Rex came back - a little trouble with a car trailer - 
we have its remains - definately required OUR specialties."

Pagan Pub  : "Okay, I know there's an APB out for your car. Stay clear of 
it. We'll pick you up at the gas station there and get you guys out of 
the area."

Agent Fenemore : "We'll need a meat wagon for the dog"

Pagan Pub  : Nedler, the corpse is starting to run.

Gary Nedler : What!

Pagan Pub  : I mean, like a liquid.

Gary Nedler : Whew.  Okay, SANity roll:

OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   98

Gary Nedler : Blew it big time, I think.

Agent Fenemore : ::do I hear the scream?::: <g>

Pagan Pub  : Nedler, you come to in the back of an agency sedan.
Pagan Pub  : Some ten minutes later.

Gary Nedler : "Bbblbbb llllrrrrg bbb lll .... What happened?"

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore, anything you wanted to do while you waited? Nedler 
is unresponsive but driver is okay.

Agent Fenemore : Did our boys save any of the body?

Pagan Pub  : Well, there's a good bit of slimy goo on the tar in the 
general outline of the creature.
Pagan Pub  : You guys can scrape a layer of slime off the asphalt.

Agent Fenemore : ::scrape:::
Agent Fenemore : Who does Gaston send?

Pagan Pub  : A couple of flunkys with BIG guns.

Pagan Pub  : Nedler, you come to in the car and feel okay. The smell just 
overpowered you, or something did.
Pagan Pub  : Okay, you guys are in the back of the car. You have samples. 
You drive to meet with Gaston back at the hospital. Starbird is there as 
well.

Gary Nedler : Make sure Gaston recovers luggage. 

Pagan Pub  : No problem. You make your report, which he accepts shaking 
his head. "At least that thing is dead."
Pagan Pub  : At last count, 36 casualties on I-70.
Pagan Pub  : Traffic is backed up eight miles.

Gary Nedler : "Yeah, man, but what if there's more?"

Pagan Pub  : Starbird fingers his pistol. "Wish I'd been there."
Pagan Pub  : "But I'm glad you guys got him."

Gary Nedler : "Shoot, man, we should have brought a camera.  No hard 
evidence."

Pagan Pub  : DiTorrio has been at his St. Louis office taking care of 
business. He has not been in touch with Valiant again and has said 
nothing on his office phone that would be suspicious.
Pagan Pub  : The Enolsis storefront is under watch. Presumably Valiant is 
still there.

Gary Nedler : Wait, Valiant is at Enolsis *here*?  Not in Tulsa?  Boy was 
I out of it.

Pagan Pub  : Yes, LOCAL outlet. St. Louis P.D. has no criminal record for 
"Doug Waters" but his normal stuff is on file. He's about 30 years old, 
but only applied for driver's license, etc. about 2 years ago.

Gary Nedler : Coincidentally, about the time Valiant disappeared.

Gary Nedler : Raid the Enolsis outlet?

Agent Fenemore : sounds good

Gary Nedler : Should we write Tulsa off?

Agent Fenemore : maybe for now

Gary Nedler : We don't have a surveillance group on Doug Waters right 
now, right?
Gary Nedler : So we don't know if he's hiding or not.

Pagan Pub  : One is on the local store and on his apartment building. No 
sign of him, but he may still be at Enolsis.

Gary Nedler : No one's seen his face, though, right?
Gary Nedler : (recently, I mean)

Pagan Pub  : Nope.

Agent Fenemore : do we have a make on everyone into or out of enolis yet?


Pagan Pub  : The team is keeping track of comings and goings. Nothing 
much yet.

Gary Nedler : What do the Rex-samples we have consist of?

Pagan Pub  : It's organic matter, resembling human flesh and muscle 
tissue after some kind of molecular solvent has been applied.
Pagan Pub  : Like meat left sitting in acid.

Gary Nedler : Yum.  Okay, have them test it for reactive agents like 
acid, wolfsbane, silver, mace, etc.  
Gary Nedler : Have them be VERY careful.
Gary Nedler : "Man, treat this stuff like it could give you AIDS, okay."

Pagan Pub  : You mean to see what might be effective?
Pagan Pub  : Against it?

Gary Nedler : You got it. 

Pagan Pub  : Against it. Okay.

Pagan Pub  : They'll be busy for a while.

Gary Nedler : I want to know what we can use that works better than 
bullets.
Gary Nedler : Also, does it seem to regenerate at all?

Pagan Pub  : It's on the list.

Gary Nedler : As far as raiding Enolsis, maybe we could be more subtle.
Gary Nedler : Walk in and snoop again.

Agent Fenemore : We could infiltrate...

Pagan Pub  : Tap on Enolsis phone: secretary is running down the list of 
members, it seems, and calling them up.
Pagan Pub  : She says about the same thing every time.
Pagan Pub  : "Hi, so-and-so. This is Sarah from Enolsis? We're having a 
very important meeting tonight and we really need you there if you can 
make it. The city is trying to shut us down, and we've got to talk and 
get organized. We're going to meditate on the problem, so bring your 
focus."
Pagan Pub  : 7pm this evening, about 4 hours from now.

Gary Nedler : Bingo.  I can attend; say I heard about it through 
distributor channels.

Pagan Pub  : You've even got a crystal. ;-)

Gary Nedler : Kyle can come as my silent-but-in-need-of-guidance 
assistant.

Pagan Pub  : [like Vanna White]

Gary Nedler : Can we trump up some crystals so I can not meditate on the 
real one if I don't want to?  It's a standard New Agey item, right?

Pagan Pub  : Sure, no problem. The ones you saw on display at Enolsis 
were larger than yours, though.

Gary Nedler : Really.  Did they have a range of sizes, or were they all 
standard?
Pagan Pub  : The ones you saw looked standard, about twice as big as 
yours.

Agent Fenemore : I arrange to wear a wire to FBI van outside 

Pagan Pub  : No problem, Fenemore.

Gary Nedler : By "yours" you mean the one from the Senator incident, 
right?

Pagan Pub  : Correct.

Gary Nedler : Well, can we lay our hands on subsitutes that look like 
their display models?

Pagan Pub  : Sure, no problem.

Gary Nedler : Perfect, Kyle's hair is already too white.

Pagan Pub  : Heh!

OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   28

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore, you gotten any dye or anything yet? Or want to 
now? Or just leave it white?

Gary Nedler : That's right, you weren't with us before, so they don't 
know what your hair looked like.

Agent Fenemore : Why fight nature - I was saying - leave it white until i 
need a disguise

Pagan Pub  : Okay, no problem.
Pagan Pub  : So -- is this a definite? You're going to this meeting?

Gary Nedler : Yes, I think we should definitely attend the meeting. 

Pagan Pub  : Oh good. I'm pleased.

Gary Nedler : [you're pleased?  Uh oh.]

Pagan Pub  : [rubs hands together and laughs maniacally]

Agent Fenemore : Did I say the Enolsis meeting? Oh, I meant AA - no Lions 
Club - no Boy Scouts...
Agent Fenemore : Did I mention my Elder Sign Tattoo?

Pagan Pub  : [Too late now, laughing boy!]

Gary Nedler : How many Enolsis members are we talking about?

Pagan Pub  : Well, the whole membership locally is 70+. You don't know 
how many will actually make it.

Pagan Pub  : Okay, questions or preparations off the top of your heads?
Pagan Pub  : Actually, not preparations -- save that for next time.
Pagan Pub  : But other things you want to do between now and the meeting?


Gary Nedler : Um, this is a long shot, but see if a police dog can get a 
scent trace off the Rex-samples.  Might be useful later. 

Pagan Pub  : Well, the dog can smell it when you have a place for it to 
search, but not much good til then.

Gary Nedler : That's what I meant, I guess.

Gary Nedler : Also, Clarence asked about silver bullets.  Were they 
actually available?

Pagan Pub  : Being made. They'll have some for you tomorrow afternoon.

Gary Nedler : Not tonight?

Pagan Pub  : Uh, unlikely. Gaston has got a LOT on his hands right now. 
He's holed up someplace with a number of bigwigs trying to cover their 
collective asses on the highway disaster.

Agent Fenemore : Well should we wrap it up - DOUBLE OVERTIME!!!!!! 

Pagan Pub  : Oh lord.
Pagan Pub  : Yeah, that's what I was heading for. This is a good place to 
stop.

Gary Nedler : I have two roommates making sports noises too.  Stereo.

Pagan Pub  : Heh!
Pagan Pub  : Well gents, congrats. We're almost ready for the Showdown in 
St. Louis. With luck you'll have Xel backing you up. Starbird will be in 
the van listening to Fenemore's tap with a bunch of thugs.

Gary Nedler : All right.  Next time is also Sunday night? 

Agent Fenemore : ok

Pagan Pub  : Yep. Same time, place, etc. Just bring some bandages.

Gary Nedler : What, for the werewolf?
Gary Nedler : (cocky)

Pagan Pub  : [snicker] 
Pagan Pub  : Yeah, right. ;-)
Pagan Pub  : Thanks for playing!
6/13/93 21.34.55 Closing Log file.


Call of Cthulhu Online Game
Sponsored by Pagan Publishing
Transcript of tenth session -- June 27th, 1993

--->Players
Don Rice-- Gary Nedler, new age bookstore owner and long-time govt. 
consultant
Agent Newcastle-- Harold Newcastle, F.B.I. agent

--->Transcript
6/27/93 20.17.10 Opening "DG Game 10" for recording.
Pagan Pub  : Shaft, what's the name of your agent?

Agent Newcastle : Harold Newcastle

Pagan Pub  : Agent Newcastle, meet Gary Nedler.

Agent Newcastle : How do ya do Nedler?

Pagan Pub  : Describe yourself, Newcastle.

Agent Newcastle : FBI Driver and stakeout man.  6'2"  A real straight 
arrow. Modelled after Joe Friday on 'Dragnet'

[Agent Newcastle is retroactively assumed to be the FBI driver during the 
highway chase last session]

Gary Nedler : Gary:  mid-40s with thinning grayish shoulder-length hair, 
wears sandals, jeans, and flowery shirts. "Hello man.  I've been meaning 
to say nice driving the other day.  We could have had our karmic checks 
cancelled."

Agent Newcastle : I know all about Gary.  I've been keeping up on the 
transcripts.

Pagan Pub  : [the new odd couple!

Gary Nedler : "Don't shake my hand, though.  Might disturb my aura."  :: 
winks ::

Agent Newcastle : Is Kyle supposed to be here?

Pagan Pub  : Supposed to be, yes.
Pagan Pub  : Is, no.

Gary Nedler : "Maybe Kyle's getting his hair colored for the stakeout, 
man."

Pagan Pub  : Kyle will join Starbird in the van outside. He'll try and 
help with his own peculiar talents.

Gary Nedler : "It's just you and me, man."  

Pagan Pub  : "Last week our heroes learned of a strange emergency meeting 
of the local Enolsis chapter."
Pagan Pub  : [thrilling music]
Pagan Pub  : "Tonight, their fists will speak louder than words in 
CHAPTER TEN of THE NEW AGE!" [fanfare]

Agent Newcastle : I ask Gary if he has a spare crystal I can borrow.

Pagan Pub  : Gary?

Gary Nedler : "Sure, man, what kind of mounting do you want?  We carry a 
complete line."

Agent Newcastle : Like the kind Enolisis would have so I'll blend in at 
the meeting.

Gary Nedler : Pagan?

Pagan Pub  : Sure. No problem. 
Pagan Pub  : Do you want it to be a regular-sized Enolsis standard-issue 
or the half-size one like you found at the major's house?

Agent Newcastle : Regular Sized.

Gary Nedler : I'll have a regular Enolsized one around my neck. 

Pagan Pub  : No problem. 

Gary Nedler : "Here you go, man.  I favor that one myself tonight."

Agent Newcastle : So do we have a plan?  Or are going to just crash the 
meeting?

Gary Nedler : Let's see.  Do we have to be targets, I mean carry the 
other crystal?

Pagan Pub  : If you wish.

Agent Newcastle : Can we give it to Kyle?  I don't want it!

Pagan Pub  : Heh!
Pagan Pub  : Sure! Kyle is happy to take it! [imagining Fenemore reading 
this later]

Gary Nedler : I'm not sure it's smart to carry an important item like 
that into an enemy den, but I don't want you hitting other people's 
characters because I was here and gave it to them when they weren't.

Pagan Pub  : Oh I won't hit them.

Agent Newcastle : Perhaps an NPC like Gaston can hold it.

Pagan Pub  : Oh, the sacrifical lamb routine. "Can you take this so we 
can see how the monster works?"

Gary Nedler : That's what I mean; it's not fair.

Agent Newcastle : You can carry it if you want to Gary.
Agent Newcastle : But if the 'bad guy' is at the meeting he might 
recognize it.

Pagan Pub  : Well, we can assume it's "at the lab." It's been there 
before to no ill effect.

Agent Newcastle : At the lab sounds good.

Pagan Pub  : The guy at the lab who would probably get killed if 
something happens there is named Arthur Pewty. He has a wife and three 
kids. Just so you know.

Agent Newcastle : O.k. I'll take it you weasel!

Gary Nedler : "Man, tell Arthur to be careful testing this against the 
Rex samples."

Pagan Pub  : No, no, at the lab is fine. Just being evil.

Gary Nedler : Any results back on the Rex samples?  Too soon?

Pagan Pub  : Too soon. The survivors will find out the next day. I mean, 
you will find out the next day.
Pagan Pub  : Newcastle, are you going in armed?

Agent Newcastle : Yes, of course.  A small 9mm auto, if there is such a 
thing.

Pagan Pub  : Not a problem.

Agent Newcastle : How much time do we have before this meeting?

Pagan Pub  : Several hours -- 3 or 4.

Agent Newcastle : Do we have anything to do before the meeting, Gary?

Pagan Pub  : Any other arrangements? Fenemore was going to wear a wire in 
but can't do it now. Either of you?

Agent Newcastle : I'll wear the wire.

Gary Nedler : "Man, guns carry a heavy karmic burden.  Carry a taser, why 
don't you."
Gary Nedler : :: winks :: 

Agent Newcastle : I don't think it would be wise to only have one type of 
weapon.
Agent Newcastle : Who knows what actually took down Rex?

Gary Nedler : "True, man.  Okay, you carry the 9mm, I'll bring the taser 
and red pepper mace."

Agent Newcastle : I'll try to wear some suitable clothing.  I'm sure Gary 
will be happy to expand my wardrobe

Pagan Pub  : Sounds decent. Newcastle, you get fitted for the wire.

Agent Newcastle : Check.

Pagan Pub  : Gary drapes you in sherpa robes or something.

Agent Newcastle : I practice my Ohms for meditation before the meeting.

Gary Nedler : "Try this smock of indonesian silk, man.  They're hemp 
flowers in the pattern. "

Agent Newcastle : I don't like it, but i'll wear it.

Pagan Pub  : Gary gives you some good mantras.

Gary Nedler : "I like these conch shell necklaces, too."  :: wears one ::


Agent Newcastle : What is our cover?

Pagan Pub  : You guys are going there as members. The hacker boys have 
gotten you info on two members who were called but weren't home. Checks 
show they're out of town. You've got fake ID's of those guys to use.
Pagan Pub  : But keep it quiet; someone there *might* know them by face.

Gary Nedler : "If anyone asks you any questions, man, just change the 
subject."

Agent Newcastle : Right!
Gary Nedler : "Transcendental meditation, crystals, Atlantis, they're all 
good for that." 

Gary Nedler : Two questions:  Do we have a better map of the place?  I 
draw it for Newcastle. 

Pagan Pub  : You have blueprints now.
Pagan Pub  : Large open area. Three office-sized areas. Two storage 
closets. Upstairs was an apartment with bedroom, and living/kitchen area, 
bathroom, closet. Not sure if it's still used for that or not.

Gary Nedler : Hmmm.  We think Valiant's been staying there, right?
Gary Nedler : Or answering their phone lines, anyway.

Pagan Pub  : Well, the call DiTorrio made was transferred to Valiant in 
the same building. Might have been his office, might have been the 
apartment area/whatever it is now.

Gary Nedler : Okay, but it might be a place to start.  If I was hiding 
out, I'd want a bed, shower, etc.

Agent Newcastle : If the meeting gets dull I can sneak upstairs and check 
it out.

Gary Nedler : All right, let's go.

Pagan Pub  : The story for the meeting is that the city is threatening to 
shut the group down. It isn't, of course, but that's what they've told 
the members about tonight's meeting. Members were told to come and 
discuss the problem, and to bring their "focus" to meditate on the 
situation.

Agent Newcastle : Likely story.
Agent Newcastle : Let's go in and check it out.

Gary Nedler : Just a thought:  any of these members have police records?

Pagan Pub  : Um, a couple do. Possession. A couple other minor bits.
Pagan Pub  : No real felons. No one known to be dangerous.

Gary Nedler : That's not unusual, though, it sounds like.  Okay, good to 
know. 

Agent Newcastle : I think we should arrive a little late so as not to 
stick out so much.

Pagan Pub  : No problem.
Pagan Pub  : It's a pretty loose kind of place.

Agent Newcastle : I think this meeting is a front to summon a horrible 
beasty.
Agent Newcastle : If the chanting gets too intense, I'm going to open 
fire.

Pagan Pub  : The meeting is around 7pm.
Pagan Pub  : Newcastle suggests you two arrive a tad late. Separately, 
since the two guys you're posing as don't actually know each other.

Agent Newcastle : We should sit outside awhile and enter about 7;05

Gary Nedler : "Sounds good, man.  Must keep our cover at all times."
Gary Nedler : Uh, oops, do we know *anything* about the guys we're posing 
as?

Pagan Pub  : You've been briefed very loosely. Don't try too much, just 
blend in. Should be 40-60 people there, so no big deal, hopefully.
Pagan Pub  : Use *just* your first name as much as possible. Gary, you're 
"Fenton Darrow," a CPA.
Pagan Pub  : Newcastle, you're "Archibald Reynolds," an architect.

Agent Newcastle : Archibald, Alright!

Pagan Pub  : Glad you like it.
Pagan Pub  : The storefront is in a pseudo-artsy part of town near the 
Wash. U. campus.
Pagan Pub  : It's a warm but pleasant evening. A number of people are out 
strolling and talking at the local cafe.

Agent Newcastle : I'll let Gary enter first.  Just in case.

Pagan Pub  : Gary, you drift in first. Newcastle, you hang around outside 
at the cafe. Lots of people show up and go in the Enolsis storefront.

Gary Nedler : "Okay, man.  Just follow my lead."  :: goes in :: 

Agent Newcastle : ::wait three minutes, then goes in:: 

Pagan Pub  : Okay.
Pagan Pub  : Inside, the large open area is crowded. People are taking 
positions sitting on the floor.
Pagan Pub  : The mood is anxious but friendly. Lots of smiles and nervous 
chatter.
Pagan Pub  : The walls are decorated with posters and paintings. The 
blinds over the front windows are closed.
Pagan Pub  : Gary, you spot the woman you met here the other day. She's 
at the back of the room, conferring with someone.

Gary Nedler : Better avoid catching her attention, if possible, but who 
is she talking to?

Pagan Pub  : Some guy. Slim, short, with glasses. Kind of nebbishy.
Pagan Pub  : Do you want to take a spot on the floor or mingle?

Agent Newcastle : I'll take a spot on the floor.

Gary Nedler : Are the people on the floor in small groups or alone?

Pagan Pub  : Well, everyone's kind of pressed together. Not much room for 
this many people.

Agent Newcastle : We'll find out whats going on soon enough.

Pagan Pub  : Are you guys nearby each other?

Agent Newcastle : Sure, we're just random people.

Gary Nedler : Okay, just take a floor position away from Shaft, where I 
can watch the crowd.

Pagan Pub  : People continue to file in. Place is packed. They up the air 
conditioning.
Pagan Pub  : Gary, the woman has taken a seat on the floor with the 
others.

Gary Nedler : Near me?  If so, I check the tofu buffet or something.

Pagan Pub  : No, not near you. No buffet, sorry!
Pagan Pub  : Soft music begins to play, Windham Hill-type stuff.
Pagan Pub  : After about ten minutes, a guy comes out of an office. You 
know it's the office that connects
Pagan Pub  : to the upstairs. He's wearing a kind of robe like a kimono 
or something made of white terrycloth.
Pagan Pub  : He's a stocky guy, like a quarterback. Crew cut, square jaw, 
fat forehead.
Pagan Pub  : Maybe late 20s. You make him as Valiant, but he looks 
different. Hair dyed black, plastic
Pagan Pub  : surgery to his nose and cheeks it seems.

Gary Nedler : In disguise!

Pagan Pub  : He looks tough. Must work out a lot.

Agent Newcastle : I don't think we should wait until it's too late to nab 
him.

Pagan Pub  : If you saw him on "Studs" you wouldn't blink an eye.

Agent Newcastle : He is wanted you know.  
Agent Newcastle : I don't mean just yet though. 

Gary Nedler : Your call; I'm not with you.
Gary Nedler : I'd like to wait though.

Pagan Pub  : Point: you guys are not near each other and cannot 
communicate. You can describe your general reactions to what's going on 
(you can see each other's faces, after all, for gestures and 
expressions). But other than that, no Q&A between each other.
Gary Nedler : Okay, sorry.

Agent Newcastle : O.K.  That's why I wanted to sit next to him.

Gary Nedler : That's why I didn't ;-)

Pagan Pub  : No prob, just keep it in mind.
Pagan Pub  : Valiant scans the crowd.
Pagan Pub  : He pulls a letter from his robe.
Pagan Pub  : "This morning a city courier delivered this letter to us 
here."
Pagan Pub  : "It's a challenge to our not-for-profit status, a conflict 
with the zoning ordinances for this neighborhood."
Pagan Pub  : "I quote: 'Perhaps this will encourage you and your sick 
group to find another city to call home.' "

Agent Newcastle : "Those Bastards!"

Pagan Pub  : He cracks a smile. "Don't hold hate in your heart for them, 
brother. We can change their minds."
Pagan Pub  : He pauses.

Gary Nedler : :: mutters along with crowd :: "Uncool." 

Agent Newcastle : "But how?"

Pagan Pub  : "The biblical prophets had the faith to move mountains, and 
they were single individuals."
Pagan Pub  : "We are a family. We are legion. We have the faith to move 
the stars!"
Pagan Pub  : "Because we have the inner power to change ourselves, and 
that's the only power that matters."
Pagan Pub  : "Sisters and brothers, help me. Help us."
Pagan Pub  : "Move your center of being from yourself to your focus."
Pagan Pub  : "Channel your hopes and your strength into a mighty power. A 
living power!"
Pagan Pub  : The crowd takes out their focus crystals and begin to 
meditate.

Agent Newcastle : ::under breath::'this sounds bad"
Agent Newcastle : Ooohmm.

Gary Nedler : :: watches crowd, pretends to follow suit, but does NOT 
actually meditate ::

Pagan Pub  : Both of you make Spot Hidden rolls.

OnlineHost : Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die:   20
OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   100

Agent Newcastle : I see nothing!

Gary Nedler : I made mine, I guess Newcastle is busy meditating.

Pagan Pub  : Gary, you notice a mix of both normal and half-size 
crystals. More normal than smaller though.

Gary Nedler : I pay special attention to the half-sizers, and do any 
psychic impression feelie-thingies I know how to do, without meditating 
in fact.

Pagan Pub  : The people here are all staring into their foci. There is 
silence. Valiant stalks back and forth at the front of the room.
Pagan Pub  : There's a lot of power in this room, coming off of the 
people.

Gary Nedler : Can I tell if specifically the half-size bearers are 
emanating more power than the others?

Pagan Pub  : No idea.

Agent Newcastle : I, of course, know none of this.

Pagan Pub  : Valiant pulls a large crystal from his robe, as big as his 
fist. It is very intricately carved with numerous facets.
Pagan Pub  : He closes his eyes and holds it before him, above his head.

Gary Nedler : Can I make a New Age Knowledge roll to recognize it?

Pagan Pub  : It's just a big crystal. You haven't seen one cut like this 
before, but don't know what it may mean.

Agent Newcastle : Not that I'm going to do it yet, but could I shoot the 
crystal out of his hands?

Pagan Pub  : Um, if you roll well. More than likely you'll just hit him, 
which might suffice.
Pagan Pub  : Something begins to happen.
Pagan Pub  : There's a low hum in the room, a kind of resonating tone at 
the edges of your hearing.

Agent Newcastle : I finger my pistol.

Pagan Pub  : The lights flicker.
Pagan Pub  : The music stops.
Pagan Pub  : The tone increases in both pitch and volume.

Agent Newcastle : I look at Gary, as if to say should I?

Pagan Pub  : Gary, make a roll. 

OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   16

Pagan Pub  : Okay.

Gary Nedler : I shake my head, mouth "wait" to Newcastle.

Pagan Pub  : Someone in the crowd is breathing funny.
Pagan Pub  : Kind of shuddering a bit, half-gasping.

Gary Nedler : Where in crowd?  Can we see or is it too dark?

Pagan Pub  : Somewhere towards the front of the room.
Pagan Pub  : The lights explode, showering sparks and fragments of glass 
on the crowd.
Pagan Pub  : But you can still see.
Pagan Pub  : Valiant's crystal flares brightly. The shuddering woman 
staggers to her feet, glowing brightly, the light that surrounds her 
flowing into her crystal which glows brighter.

Agent Newcastle : ThatŐs it!  I Shoot!
Pagan Pub  : She cries out.

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle rises, drawing his pistol.

Agent Newcastle : Going toward Valiant!

Pagan Pub  : Gary, you see the woman age and shrivel to nothing in a 
moment as the life drains out of her and flows first into her crystal, 
then Valiant's.
Pagan Pub  : Newcastle, give me a roll.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   66

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle's gun goes off with a flash and a bang. The shot 
strikes the wall near Valiant. He doesn't notice; his eyes are rolled 
back into his head and the power from the dead woman is flowing into him.

Pagan Pub  : Three more people rise.

Gary Nedler : Are they gasping? 

Pagan Pub  : The whole crowd is making noise.
Pagan Pub  : Newcastle is stepping through the crowd.

Gary Nedler : Go to back him up, I guess.

Pagan Pub  : The three people start to glow.

Agent Newcastle : Shoot again! 

Pagan Pub  : Roll!

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   30

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle's gun barks again and the shot strikes Valiant in 
the gut. He staggers back against the wall but doesn't seem to notice.

Pagan Pub  : Energy leaches out of the three people into their crystals.

Agent Newcastle : I run up to Valiant and attemt to cuff him if he's 
moving.

Pagan Pub  : Four more rise.
Pagan Pub  : Valiant is oblivious.

Agent Newcastle : I cuff him.

Gary Nedler : Okay, taser in one hand, mace in other, back up Newcastle.

Pagan Pub  : Make a roll

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   60 

Pagan Pub  : You grab his arm and it's like you hit an electric fence. 
Newcastle is knocked back and down, landing on some crowd members.

Agent Newcastle : Yelling to crowd "Get out!  Wake up you dumb fucks!"

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle, the crowd doesn't seem to hear you.

Gary Nedler : Get him to his feet.  Anyone threatening us yet?

Pagan Pub  : The three people who had stood up collapse into bones and 
dust. The next four are being drained.
Pagan Pub  : Six more rise.

Agent Newcastle : ::Stand::

Gary Nedler : Speak into Newcastle's wire microphone, "Man, we need 
backup now!"
Gary Nedler : Taser Valiant

OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   22

Gary Nedler : That hits.

Pagan Pub  : Valiant is glowing like a fireball, sparks shooting off and 
scorching the wall.
Pagan Pub  : Make a roll.

OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   95

Gary Nedler : Blew my resist electricity roll, eh?

Pagan Pub  : The feedback from Valiant's body is incredible. The taser 
explodes in your hand, shards of metal and plastic cutting your hand 
badly. You take 4 hit points from the explosion.
Pagan Pub  : The doors to the outside fly open. Massive halogen lights 
are trained through the front windows/blinds.
Pagan Pub  : A voice is yelling something through a bullhorn.

Pagan Pub  : People are standing up all over the room. Another six are 
dead.
Pagan Pub  : Eleven so far have been absorbed into Valiant's crystal and, 
thereby, into valiant.

Gary Nedler : 6 hp left; if conscious, try mace on Valiant.

Pagan Pub  : Gary runs forward with the mace towards the glowing figure.

Agent Newcastle : Pop off another shot.  At the crystal this time.

Pagan Pub  : Roll, Newcastle.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   38

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle, you fire from short range.
Pagan Pub  : Newcastle's shot hits the crystal.
Pagan Pub  : The building explodes.

Agent Newcastle : Noooooo!!!!!

Gary Nedler : Whoa!

Pagan Pub  : Then reforms.
Pagan Pub  : For a moment you feel yourself town apart by the blast in a 
fury of pain.
Pagan Pub  : Then you're whole again. There is silence. You're standing 
where you were. Valiant is still there in front of you, looking at his 
hands where the crystal was.

Agent Newcastle : Cuff Him!

Pagan Pub  : There are shards all over the floor. Several dozen are 
embedded in Valiant, or rather are embedded in the glowing field of 
energy that covers his body like an aura.

Agent Newcastle : Don't cuff him!

Pagan Pub  : LOL!

Gary Nedler : If I'm there (heh), I look around.

Pagan Pub  : You're there. Six agents are in the room with you.
Pagan Pub  : His eyes flick to yours, Newcastle. He seems to strain for a 
moment, and the field ripples. The shards fly outwards. Luck rolls, 
please.

OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   35
OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   22

Gary Nedler : Made mine.

Agent Newcastle : ditto!

Pagan Pub  : The shards miss you. One agent is tagged. The rest strike 
the crowd, most of whom are dazed.

Gary Nedler : That's right, you're our lucky driver.

Pagan Pub  : Valiant speaks in a voice crackling like static. "I've got 
all I need."

Agent Newcastle : ::pin Valiant to ground with Podium::

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle hefts up he podium and pushes at Valiant.

Gary Nedler : Do I think the microphone cable could be used to ground 
Valiant? (Elec Repair of 10)
Gary Nedler : "Microphone cable, man?"

Pagan Pub  : You'd have to take the rubber/plastic sleeve off first. Or 
at least a good part of it at each end.

Gary Nedler : Too much time.  Can I use it like nunchuks?

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle make a roll.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   41

Agent Newcastle : Makes a grapple roll.

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle, you press the podium at Valiant. You feel it give 
way. Like a hot knife through butter, his field eats through the podium 
where you press it against him.

Agent Newcastle : Oh,no!  Step back.

Pagan Pub  : That was what the roll was for!
Pagan Pub  : You do so. The podium drops to the floor, a rough half-moon 
burned into it.

Gary Nedler : What the heck.  Nunchuk him with microphone.

Pagan Pub  : Gary: uh, sure.

OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   74

Gary Nedler : Blew it.

Pagan Pub  : You're distracted by the podium drama.

Agent Newcastle : Does Valiant seem to be fighting back at all?

Pagan Pub  : Valiant is just grinning right now.
Pagan Pub  : "FUCKIN' A!" he shouts.
Pagan Pub  : You both hear "Get down!" from behind you.

Gary Nedler : Do so.

Agent Newcastle : duck!
Pagan Pub  : Starbird and Fenemore open fire with two assault rifles and 
spray across the back wall, moving forward as they do so through the 
passed-out crowd.
Pagan Pub  : Shells are striking Valiant, looks like a swarm of 
fireflies. Each one causes a little flare on the surface of Valiant's 
field.

Agent Newcastle : Crawl behind them.

Pagan Pub  : "Suck on this!" yells Starbird.

Agent Newcastle : Go get 'em!

Pagan Pub  : The field is vibrating frantically, absorbing the power from 
the spray of fire.

Gary Nedler : ::  keeps head down, mutters "bad karma, man" ::

Pagan Pub  : Valiant stops smiling. "Enough!" and a wall of force bursts 
outward from his body and knocks the agents to the ground.
Pagan Pub  : He spins around and does it again, smashing out the back of 
the building.
Pagan Pub  : "GodDAMNIT!" he yells, and sprints.

Agent Newcastle : Good Lord, We blew it! 
Agent Newcastle : After him! 

Gary Nedler : Run after him.  Where does he go to?

Pagan Pub  : You both hear Starbird yelling into a radio or something.
Pagan Pub  : You follow him through the wreckage. He's running down an 
alleyway, not glowing.
Pagan Pub  : But he *is* running *very* fast.

Gary Nedler : Is my taser broken?  Is he in range?

Pagan Pub  : The taser is toast.

Gary Nedler : Okay, just back up Newcastle.

Agent Newcastle : Pop off some shots at him!

Pagan Pub  : Roll.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   93

Agent Newcastle : Yell to Starbird"Bring the car around!" and continue 
pursuit.

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle fires wildly down the alley. Valiant shouts 
something and jumps across the next building.
Pagan Pub  : You think he covered about a block.

Gary Nedler : Helicopters would be real good right now.

Pagan Pub  : One's in the area, at your service.
Pagan Pub  : [hey, you guys are feds! the world is your oyster.]

Gary Nedler : Okay, have it land, get on.

Agent Newcastle : How about one of those nice assault rifles?

Pagan Pub  : It takes a couple minutes for the chopper to get there and 
land in the street.

Agent Newcastle : Get on Chopper.

Pagan Pub  : In that time you get the word out. You have an assault rifle 
now, Newcastle.
Pagan Pub  : Other teams are fanning out on the ground.
Pagan Pub  : You guys pile on board and lift off.

Agent Newcastle : Say goodbye to St.Louis!

Gary Nedler : Can I get a new taser?

Pagan Pub  : No time. Not one handy.

Pagan Pub  : Give me Spot Hidden rolls.

OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   15
OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   94

Gary Nedler : Yeah, spotted that hidden!

Pagan Pub  : Well we know who the eagle eye here is, now don't we?

Gary Nedler : Better get a pistol then, this is really dangerous.

Agent Newcastle : What about that bad karma?

Gary Nedler : :: doesn't hear :: 

Pagan Pub  : You glimpse Valiant a block away, lifting someone out of a 
car without touching them.

Gary Nedler : Levitating them, you mean?
Pagan Pub  : As he climbs into the car, the levitated guy implodes and 
the remains coat the sidewalk.

Gary Nedler : Whoa!

Agent Newcastle : Close in on him.

Pagan Pub  : Whup-whup-whup-whup-whup-whup...
Pagan Pub  : Valiant speeds off down the road. You spot two government 
sedans on side streets trying to cross over.
Pagan Pub  : You guys are right on him.

Agent Newcastle : Spray car with lead if it's safe to do so.

Pagan Pub  : The pilot needs to move off to the side a bit to give you 
room. It's a bit of a reach, you're several stories up and then some.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   47

Pagan Pub  : You open fire with the assault rifle and hit the roof of the 
car and the trunk several times.

Gary Nedler : Any AtG missiles handy?

Pagan Pub  : Gary: of course. You're not proficient with them, though.

Gary Nedler : (LoL)  Is the pilot?  Good time to try one.
Gary Nedler : "Man, can't you just blow this guy up?" (to pilot)

Pagan Pub  : "If you can fly this bird."

Gary Nedler : "No, man, I only ride bicycles."

Agent Newcastle : I'm an auto man. 

Pagan Pub  : One of the chase cars screeches out of an alley and pulls in 
about half a black behind Valiant.
Pagan Pub  : The second car does likewise a moment later.
Pagan Pub  : But, Newcastle have been trained to use AtG weapons like 
this.

Agent Newcastle : Me?  I'll doit!

Pagan Pub  : The two sedans implode below you on the street. Fire and 
shrapnel expand outward a moment later in a small holocaust.

Agent Newcastle : Good lord.  Where's that missle?

Gary Nedler : "This guy killed all those people.  Think of the karmic 
backlash.  Waste him.  "

Pagan Pub  : The pilot yells something and pulls up sharply.
Pagan Pub  : Newcastle, you get the tube out and start putting it 
together. Give me a roll.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   69

Agent Newcastle : I can't get a break!

Pagan Pub  : Okay, you get it assembled and set up without too much 
trouble.

Agent Newcastle : Fire Away!

Pagan Pub  : The pilot has pulled way up and is trailing behind, for now. 
He's spooked.
Pagan Pub  : Need to be closer and better in line with the car.

Gary Nedler : "Man, we can't let this guy get away.  Follow him."  
Persuade roll?

Pagan Pub  : Sure. 
OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   70

Gary Nedler : blew it.  Actually that's Fast Talk, which still doesn't 
make it.

Pagan Pub  : The pilot yells something about the cars blowing up.

Agent Newcastle : Hey pal, peoples lives are at stake here.  It's your 
duty!(A real Persuade roll)

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   34

Agent Newcastle : Almost!

Gary Nedler : "Man, if you don't get closer, a US Senator'll be after 
you." (lying)

Pagan Pub  : He spouts off some random obscenities. You can still see the 
car up the street a block or two.

Gary Nedler : "And if you do go, we'll transfer you out of Delta Green 
ops, man." 

OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   3 

Pagan Pub  : VROOM!

Agent Newcastle : Good thing Don can make up for my lack of rolling 
ability!

Pagan Pub  : The chopper swoops in fast and low. He moves off to the side 
enough to give you a clear shot.
Pagan Pub  : He's yelling again though.

Gary Nedler : What about?

Pagan Pub  : "Go! Go! Go!" You're zooming between rows of townhouses, 
minimal clearance.

Agent Newcastle : Fire!

Pagan Pub  : Give me a roll. You have a 40% chance to hit.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   95

Gary Nedler : Scratch one townhouse.

Agent Newcastle : Is there a relaod around?

Pagan Pub  : The missile streaks out the side of the chopper and destroys 
the second floor of a building.
Pagan Pub  : There are additional tubes (each is one-use). 3 more.

Agent Newcastle : Reload!

Pagan Pub  : The pilot yells something.

Agent Newcastle : Don, find out what he is yelling.

Gary Nedler : "Man, be cool.  It's all right, you can handle it."

Pagan Pub  : More obscenities. It's hard to hear. The cabin is full of 
gas and smoke from the backblast.
Pagan Pub  : Newcastle, you just grab another and set it up. No problem.

Agent Newcastle : Launch, this time with a little more care.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   66 

Pagan Pub  : Big crater opens up in the street behind Valiant's car.
Pagan Pub  : Water sprays out from a pipe.
Pagan Pub  : 2 more rockets.

Agent Newcastle : One more time.  I won't stop until we get him!
Agent Newcastle : reload

Gary Nedler : "Man, you've got to hit this time.  It's destiny, man."

Pagan Pub  : As you're grabbing another tube and setting it up, Valiant 
smashes out of the roof of the car and zooms up into the air, glowing and 
spitting like a firecracker. The pilot pulls up sharp.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   28

Pagan Pub  : Valiant stares right at you from about forty feet away and 
screams "MOTHERFU-"

Pagan Pub  : Then the missile hits him.

Agent Newcastle : Whooooo!

Pagan Pub  : Both of you give me a roll.

OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   16
OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   1

Agent Newcastle : I hope this is important

Gary Nedler : I think you made it, Shaft.

Pagan Pub  : The two of you awaken in a hospital.
Pagan Pub  : All major organs and body parts appear to be connected.

Gary Nedler : "Good, man, I like that." 

Pagan Pub  : Starbird, Fenemore, and Gaston are there. 

Agent Newcastle : What happened?

Gary Nedler : "Anybody get the number of that psychic?" 

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore says "The chopper went down, smashed into a 
building."
Pagan Pub  : "That mid-air explosion was something. Shattered windows for 
three blocks and knocked the power out. You got him, I think."

Agent Newcastle : How are we going to cover this up?

Pagan Pub  : Gaston looks very uncomfortable. "We had substantial 
collateral damage. It's not going to be easy."

Agent Newcastle : Did the pilot survive?

Pagan Pub  : Starbird looks at the floor.

Pagan Pub  : Gaston speaks again. "None of you did."

Agent Newcastle : what?

Pagan Pub  : Starbird says, "The pilot died in the crash. The two of you 
are dead as well, officially."

Gary Nedler : "Gaston, transfer him posthumously out of our unit.  I 
promised."

Agent Newcastle : LOL

Pagan Pub  : He furrows his brows. "Uh, okay.

Gary Nedler : "Seriously, man, it's the only thing I can do."

Pagan Pub  : Look.
Pagan Pub  : Twelve civilians died in your pursuit. We can't cover that 
up very easily. It was VERY visible."
Agent Newcastle : Sorry, but it had to be done!

Pagan Pub  : "I know that and you know that, but it's not very easy to 
explain to others."
Pagan Pub  : "So you guys take the fall."

Gary Nedler : "New Age Psychic goes Crazy, kills 12, film at 11?"

Agent Newcastle : Crystal Cult on the Rampage?

Pagan Pub  : "So: officially, the two of you overstepped your orders and 
took matters into your own hands. You disobeyed direct commands to halt 
the pursuit. Finally, you were killed in the explosion with the 
terrorists."

Gary Nedler : "What about my wife and daughter, man?  I can tell them, 
can't I?"

Pagan Pub  : Gary, your family will be "killed" in a retaliatory 
terrorist attack in a couple of weeks. They will join you at that time. 

Gary Nedler : "Okay.  Can they sell the business?  What about the house?  
Jennifer's college boards?"

Pagan Pub  : "We'll take care of all that Gary."
Pagan Pub  : "Your records will be doctored to suggest mental instability 
and a history of disobedience."

Agent Newcastle : Will we be informed of any follow-up investigation? 

Pagan Pub  : Gaston furrows his brows. "You won't be informed of the 
investigation. I'm expecting you to LEAD the investigation as you have 
been. Under new identities, and with a bit of lag time to shuffle 
personnel around so you won't be identified."

Agent Newcastle : Alright!  Thats what I'm talking about.

Pagan Pub  : "Right now, we're going to get you out of Missouri to a CIA 
facility. You'll recuperate and be debriefed fully by myself and one 
other DG-aware individual."

Gary Nedler : "Okay, man.  Now what about Valiant?  Any remains?"

Pagan Pub  : "Valiant's head was found this morning by a fourth-floor 
tenant of a building two blocks away. It came in through the window."

Agent Newcastle : A morning newspaper so to speak?

Pagan Pub  : I guess you could call it a headline.

Agent Newcastle : Booooo

Gary Nedler : Oh, are you going to hit us with SANity loss for tonight?

Pagan Pub  : There were 11 casualties at Enolsis. The rest of the crowd 
was shaken but alright.
Pagan Pub  : Actually, I am. This isn't a sudden thing, but it will 
reflect your experience over all. Roll, please.

Gary Nedler : I knew it.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   29
OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   90

Gary Nedler : Ooops.

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 6-sided die:   5
OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 10-sided die:   2

Pagan Pub  : Nedler:5, Newcastle: 2
Pagan Pub  : You got off light. ;-)

Agent Newcastle : Thanks! 

Gary Nedler : My loss from last time hasn't come back, though, right.

Pagan Pub  : Nope. No gains for either of you.
Pagan Pub  : There will be about a two-week lag in game time while you 
recuperate and discuss stuff.
Pagan Pub  : [game time, not real time]
Pagan Pub  : Then you'll decide what to do next.

Agent Newcastle : Are you sure thats safe?

Gary Nedler : I assume Gaston, Fenemore, and Starbird are keeping the 
local investigation going.

Agent Newcastle : We might be too late to find something.

Pagan Pub  : Yeah, actually the big thing will be looking over Enolsis' 
computer files here (impounded, of course) and interviewing members.
Pagan Pub  : Well, you two will have the lag time. The others will 
continue and see what turns up. I can safely tell you now, though, that 
nothing much will happen. You'll learn some stuff, but nothing that is 
time-critical.

Agent Newcastle : O.K. 

Pagan Pub  : In fact, I'll summarize right now. I'll be out of town next 
weekend, so this info will be in the transcript for the other players to 
read in the meantime.
Pagan Pub  : Analysis of the records shows a substantial discrepancy in 
the actual number of members and the number reported to the central 
office.
Pagan Pub  : It appears that Valiant was recruiting heavily but only 
reporting about 2/3 of the resulting members.
Pagan Pub  : He funneled their money to himself, but that wasn't all that 
much.
Pagan Pub  : What was important, apparently, was the crystals. He was 
cutting the normal Enolsis crystals in two, since each new member is 
supposed to get one.

Gary Nedler : Ah!

Pagan Pub  : That way he could sign them up but not report them all.
Pagan Pub  : This is pieced together from other office people at the 
local chapter. They had no idea he was doing this, but it becomes 
apparent.
Pagan Pub  : What the advantage was in this is hard to say. The monetary 
gain was negligible. The new members who were kept off the books had 
nothing special in common, and seemed to be chosen arbitrarily.
Pagan Pub  : Major Daniels is on the list of off-the-official-records 
members.
Pagan Pub  : That's why he had one of the half-size crystals.

Gary Nedler : Any disappearances of members?

Pagan Pub  : No disappearances. The members interviewed are pretty 
clueless about the whole thing.

Gary Nedler : Stick a map full of pins.  Do their residences form a 
pattern?

Pagan Pub  : Nope, not at all.

Gary Nedler : Too easy, I guess.

Pagan Pub  : Pattern analysis of all relevant variables turns up nothing. 
Valiant's selection appears to be pretty much random; every other one or 
so would be kept off the books.

Gary Nedler : The people that were immolated at the meeting, did they all 
have smaller crystals, or some of each? 

Pagan Pub  : The first five had the smaller crystals. Of the next six, 
two had normal ones and four had small ones.

Gary Nedler : Hmmm.

Agent Newcastle : If Rex was ValiantŐs henchman, would he have recognized 
us?

Pagan Pub  : Recognized you from where?

Agent Newcastle : Valiant should have known us at the meeting.

Pagan Pub  : Oh, I see. If Rex had a good look at you and could have told 
Valiant, maybe. He never saw you, Newcastle. And he never saw Nedler 
either, except for that brief moment when he was unconscious at the 
hotel. 

Gary Nedler : Rex only got a good look that we know of, at Starbird.

Agent Newcastle : Oh, thatŐs good for us.

Pagan Pub  : The upstairs was being used as living space for Valiant. 
Sizable caches of drugs, money, and firearms/explosives were uncovered.

Gary Nedler : Is this drug ring stuff, or terrorist stuff?

Pagan Pub  : Gary: neither. Valiant apparently got out of drugs and arms 
smuggling when he got his "new life."
Pagan Pub  : But he had his contacts, and kept HIMSELF supplied with 
both.

Gary Nedler : Okay, so these are personal items, not an armory for a 
bunch of people.

Pagan Pub  : Well, it was a sizable cache but clearly personal preference 
stuff. No multiples.

Agent Newcastle : Analysis of large crystal shards?

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: the shards resemble the crystal found earlier. 
Substantial stress on the atoms though, with disrupted areas and various 
strangeness.
Pagan Pub  : Other notes from the lag time: the previous head of the 
local chapter of Enolsis died a few months after Valiant disappeared and 
joined Enolsis.

Gary Nedler : Pure coincidence, probably. ;-)

Pagan Pub  : The group was pretty small and unknown at that point. 
Valiant energized it to a great extent.

Gary Nedler : What about other Enolsis chapters?  Are they bigger or 
smaller?
Gary Nedler : Is it possible Valiant was instructed to stay below a 
certain critical mass and went above without reporting it?
Gary Nedler : That would imply a network of people possibly doing this.

Pagan Pub  : Enolsis chapters range from a dozen to 100+. Valiant's group 
was sizable but not unusual.
Pagan Pub  : Why he was keeping members off the rolls is unknown.

Agent Newcastle : So, is it safe to assume the power came from Valiant 
and not from the crystals?

Pagan Pub  : Make whatever assumptions you like.

Gary Nedler : How big is the Living Power's personal group?

Pagan Pub  : Well, that would presumably include the staff at the Tulsa 
HQ, etc. plus all sorts of other people there...maybe 120 or so.

Gary Nedler : And Valiant's was about half of that?

Pagan Pub  : Yeah.
Pagan Pub  : The total membership is much larger, of course.

Gary Nedler : Okay, see if we can find out more about the big crystal.
Gary Nedler : Is that normal in Enolsis chapters?  How long was Valiant 
using it?

Pagan Pub  : The crystal was used by his predecessor. You don't know if 
it's normal for all groups, though.
Pagan Pub  : It isn't mentioned explicitly.
Pagan Pub  : The staff at the local branch thinks it is, though.

Gary Nedler : Okay.  Maybe we should find another in another city and 
impound it.

Agent Newcastle : Don, do you think we need to confiscate the regular 
Enolsis crystals?

Gary Nedler : I imagine we've got the whole group in bars at this point; 
we can probably do what ever we want
Gary Nedler : Accessories to terrorism, etc.

Pagan Pub  : Well, it's being played as "leadership gone bad." Valiant is 
the big bad guy; he had "unknown associates" who escaped and are being 
sought. He was just using the poor Enolsis goofs for money, ego, etc.
Pagan Pub  : But the other workers there and the membership are 
considered innocent.
Pagan Pub  : Which in fact they are; Valiant appears very much to have 
been a loose cannon of some sort. 

Agent Newcastle : I think Pagan is being truthful.  Valiant was the only 
threat.

Gary Nedler : I think you're right, but if these people are batteries 
waiting to be tapped...
Gary Nedler : Can we do some controlled meditations on several crystals?  
See if they behave like the other one?

Pagan Pub  : Sure.
Pagan Pub  : Fenemore supervises the experiment.
Pagan Pub  : It takes him two weeks to figure it out.

Gary Nedler : Does he have any hair left?

Pagan Pub  : Each member's crystal constantly works to leach energy off 
its owner at a very slow but steady pace.
Pagan Pub  : Following the instructions each member receives, you 
meditate in front of it each week. When Fenemore did so, he felt an 
uplifting sensation which he explains as being a portion of his leached 
energy returned all at once. The immediate effect is a very positive, 
confident feeling. But the crystal takes a *net gain* of energy from you 
each week. Not so much that you don't regain it, but just enough to stay 
ahead of the feel-good sessions.

Gary Nedler : So it's a lot like cocaine use.

Pagan Pub  : Sort of. It isn't strong enough to be very addicting. Unless 
you could put a lot of energy into your crystal each week, and therefore 
get a BIG burst back. 

Gary Nedler : Say, by tapping all the little crystals into a big one?

Pagan Pub  : Could be. The crystal is still ahead -- it only gives you a 
percentage of what you put in. But it gives it to you in one shot.

Gary Nedler : And if you're putting in other people's energy, you come 
out way ahead.

Pagan Pub  : The question is where does it all go? If several thousand 
Enolsis members are putting energy into their crystals every week, what 
happens to it?

Gary Nedler : The Living Power = Super Valiant?

Agent Newcastle : So Valiant thought these crystals were cool and gave 
one to his dad, who absorbed energy  from the party goers until it 
exploded.

Pagan Pub  : To Major Daniels, actually, who was sort of his patron and 
party-buddy. Kind of an uncle.
Pagan Pub  : His dad thought the whole business was for chumps.

Gary Nedler : What was special about the orgy that it absorbed all that 
energy?
Gary Nedler : I mean, that's not part of the normal meditation regimen, 
right?

Pagan Pub  : No, it's not. But member's crystals only draw from the 
owner. Valiant's is apparently different.

Pagan Pub  : Only Fenemore was affected in his experiment; he could 
measure spikes in his brain activity  when the crystal leached him. But 
others weren't touched.

Gary Nedler : How odd.  This is true of all the crystals?

Pagan Pub  : Testing will determine that.
Pagan Pub  : He suspects it's because he was the one meditating to the 
crystal, and the original owner was dead.

Gary Nedler : So he only did it for Daniels' crystal?

Pagan Pub  : Yep.

Gary Nedler : Wow.  Lots to think about.

Agent Newcastle : Right,so we put it in a warehouse somewhere, and let 
the Enolsis goofs have their crystals

Gary Nedler : No we don't, confiscate those things.  How do you know 
another Valiant won't come along?
Gary Nedler : Substitute them with harmless crystals from, say, Gary's 
shop.

Agent Newcastle : I thought only the big crystal could absorb enough 
power?

Gary Nedler : All of them, we think, drain some from the owner.
Gary Nedler : The big one drains from other people.

Pagan Pub  : Or other crystals. You two weren't affected at all at the 
meeting.

Gary Nedler : We didn't meditate, though.
Gary Nedler : Wasn't everyone else meditating?

Pagan Pub  : On their crystals, yes.

Gary Nedler : We're going to have to start a nationwide campaign to 
confiscate ALL of them.

Agent Newcastle : Right!

Gary Nedler : Not tonight.

Pagan Pub  : Heh!
Pagan Pub  : The question is, if Valiant had a bigger crystal, who has 
the next-bigger one? And what's the point?

Gary Nedler : Yeah, and how do you make more?

Pagan Pub  : So, let's wrap it up here for tonight.

Agent Newcastle : O.K.

Gary Nedler : Wow.  Another great game, Pagan.

Agent Newcastle : Well, I guess thatŐs it.

Pagan Pub  : Well Newcastle, I hope you enjoyed your first game on AOL.

Agent Newcastle : Definitely

Gary Nedler : Nice playing with you Newcastle. Join us again.

Pagan Pub  : Thanks for playing! I had a great time.
6/27/93 23.22.33 Closing Log file.


Call of Cthulhu Online Game
Sponsored by Pagan Publishing
Transcript of eleventh session -- July 11th, 1993

--->Players
Don Rice-- Gary Nedler, new age bookstore owner and long-time govt. 
consultant
Mr Shiny-- Agent Fenemore, F.B.I. agent
Shaft10449-- Agent Newcastle, F.B.I. agent

--->Transcript
7/11/93 20.13.22 Opening "DG Game 11" for recording.
Agent Fenemore : Is Fenemore 'dead?' 

Pagan Pub  : No, he isn't part of the cover story.

Agent Fenemore : Enolsis headquarters next?

Gary Nedler : My guess is the member crystals are feeding energy to the 
Tulsa headquarters unless someone like Valiant steps in to siphon it off. 
We've gotten tentative approval to confiscate all the crystals in the 
country.
Gary Nedler : If we want to act on it.

Agent Newcastle : Yes, definitely!

Gary Nedler : The question is do we want to infiltrate first; 
confiscation would be a major tipoff.
Gary Nedler : It might still be worth it.
Gary Nedler : What Valiant was able to do is nasty!  The Living Power may 
be even worse.
Gary Nedler : If my theory is right, that is.

Agent Newcastle : We should investigate but I don't think we'll find 
much.
Agent Newcastle : I believe Valiant was one rotten apple out of the 
bunch.

Agent Fenemore : Well I think we have to inflitrate so we find the 
ultimate route of the power - otherwise we may just slightly delay their 
plans

Agent Newcastle : No harm in poking around.

Gary Nedler : Valiant may have been a rotten apple, but if this crystal 
technology can yield this type of power it ought to be researched and 
made available to everybody.  "Everybody, man."  ;-)

Pagan Pub  : ["It belongs in a museum!" - Indiana Jones]

Agent Fenemore : There is some power not meant for mortals...

Agent Newcastle : Right Shiny. 

Gary Nedler : "No, man, in every home."
Gary Nedler : "If it's safe."

Agent Newcastle : I think it is obviously not safe! 

Pagan Pub  : ["Is it safe? Is it safe?" - Marathon Man]

Gary Nedler : "Maybe, man.  It could be like saying drugs aren't safe, 
though."
Gary Nedler : "We need to know more, and it should be up to society as a 
whole."

Agent Newcastle : There are some things society should not know!

Agent Fenemore : Like ... line dancing!

Gary Nedler : "Society's all throughout history have tried to regulate 
drugs, man.  Can't be done."

Agent Newcastle : "But we must try!" 

Agent Fenemore : "They just need more efficient education and 
enorcement."

Gary Nedler : :: Shakes head to Newcastle :: "I don't know, man."

Agent Newcastle : They are just sheep and we are the shepards

Gary Nedler : "It's really an education issue, like Fenemore says."
Gary Nedler : "All they do is end up funding more fascist law enforcement 
agencies that the Bureau has to regulate, so it gets larger ... it never 
ends."

Pagan Pub  : So what next?

Agent Fenemore : Tulsa

Gary Nedler : Fenemore's right, I think.

Agent Newcastle : Yes.

Agent Newcastle : Has word of the disaster at the local chapter spread 
yet?

Agent Newcastle : Does headquarters in Tulsa know?

Pagan Pub  : Well, it's a big story in the local papers & tv stations, 
AND on the national press. You've probably seen an Enolsis spokesperson's 
sound bite a dozen times by now on CNN.
Pagan Pub  : "We deeply regret the tragedy in St. Louis, but in the 
post-Waco era it also frightens us...once again, our government has acted 
with overwhelming force against a religious organization and once again, 
a horrible tragedy has resulted."
Pagan Pub  : This is being played up VERY much as "Waco 2."

Agent Newcastle : If there are more rotten apples in Tulsa, we need to be 
VERY careful.

Agent Fenemore : I can see the graphic now on screen ...TRAGEDY IN ST. 
LOUIS - THE AFTERMATH

Gary Nedler : Any change in activity at Tulsa HQ or anywhere else? 

Agent Newcastle : I'm sure they are very watchful of any new "members."

Pagan Pub  : Atty. General Janet Reno has stood solidly behind the Secret 
Service and the FBI, and announces clear connections between the St. 
Louis Enolsis group and the assassination of Major Daniels.

Gary Nedler : What kind of details on the "assassination" do they give?

Pagan Pub  : The assassination (it is clearly called such) is described 
much as it appeared: a bomb, set to kill a retired officer who found 
about about the terrorists.
Pagan Pub  : That's the cover story, at least.

Pagan Pub  : "The leadership of the St. Louis Enolsis branch was clearly 
involved in terrorist acts. We do believe this to be an isolated 
occurrance, however, and have no suspicions that Enolsis members at large 
are at all connected to this unfortunate tragedy."

Agent Fenemore : What's the Senator been up to lately?

Pagan Pub  : Senator DiTorrio has returned to Washington, where he has 
issued a strong statement condemning the St. Louis leadership of Enolsis 
for the death of his good friend.

Gary Nedler : Hmmm.  Do they mention his companions who were also killed?


Pagan Pub  : "..and friends." That's all.

Agent Newcastle : Do we want to investigate Tulsa ourselves?

Agent Fenemore : I think we should do it - others might miss something 
crucial...

Gary Nedler : I don't think it's reasonable to expect NPCs to do it, if 
that's what you mean.
Gary Nedler : By the way, we shouldn't drop the werewolf angle.
Gary Nedler : We're also still in the dark about where Rex fits into 
this...

Agent Newcastle : Yes, but what kind of cover story could we have?  
Nobody will believe any story we come up with.  Any new people will be 
shunned.

Gary Nedler : It might not be that hard; these cults do recruit all the 
time.

Agent Newcastle : The only story I can think of is that we are members of 
St. Louis group and left to avoid the harassment.

Agent Newcastle : They are still going to be very suspicious if they are 
doing anything wrong.

Gary Nedler : "Yeah, man, I don't know if changing the subject to TM 
would work now."  :: winks ::

Agent Newcastle : Count on our rooms being bugged, being followed etc.

Gary Nedler : Have to always work in pairs, if we can.  Very dangerous.

Agent Newcastle : So no chatter.  Be in character all the time. Pairs?  
There's three of us?
Agent Newcastle : Besides three is safer.

Gary Nedler : Probably not practical anyway; cults like to separate new 
members out to indoctrinate them.
Gary Nedler : Although maybe Enolsis isn't one of those brainwash-type 
cults.

Agent Newcastle : Hopefully we can take care of ourselves if need be.

Pagan Pub  : So?

Agent Newcastle : Pagan, have the names of the people killed in St. Louis 
been released?

Pagan Pub  : Not released, no. Still sorting things out.

Gary Nedler : What about some doctored media?  Interviews of harassed 
Enolsis members?
Gary Nedler : Us, I mean.  Could help our cover a lot.

Agent Newcastle : Good Idea Don!
Agent Newcastle : Let's go as the people killed if they match general 
description, sex at least.

Agent Fenemore : Well, lets get three names of the dead and have them 
changed to 'missing'

Pagan Pub  : You mean have you guys go on tv as survivors and be 
interviewed?

Gary Nedler : Yeah, is that feasible?

Pagan Pub  : Unfortunately for the press, yes, it is. The tricky part is 
that you'll be posing as real (dead) people and some may see the 
broadcast and go "hey that isn't Jerry." Families can be briefed, but 
beyond that...it may be risky. They'll have to do some background checks 
and see which people may work.

Agent Newcastle : A clip of us saying "we're out of this town.  It's not 
safe for Peace-loving Crystal carrying hippies!"

Pagan Pub  : [LOL!]

Gary Nedler : Pagan, a possibility might be to change the first names to 
nicknames for the interview.
Gary Nedler : If someone who knew the dead person asks, we can just say, 
same surname, but not related.  But it'll match Enolsis records because 
it's a nickname.

Agent Newcastle : They might not have to use names, just our faces would 
work.

Pagan Pub  : All of you give me a d100 roll.

Gary Nedler : They won't be broadcasting addresses, etc., in the TV 
interviews.
Gary Nedler : Against what? 

OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   22
OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   36
OnlineHost : Mr Shiny rolled 1 100-sided die:   90

Pagan Pub  : Okay. Within 24 hours you have three sets of fake IDs and 
are briefed. Two of them are also low-profile or loners enough that only 
their families will know you aren't them on TV.
Pagan Pub  : Which means Nedler and Newcastle can safely go on and be 
interviewed, but Fenemore better not.

Agent Fenemore : ok

Agent Newcastle : Too bad Shiny!  No TV stardom for you.

Gary Nedler : "More time to practice meditation, Kyle."  

Pagan Pub  : And your white hair would have been such a fashion 
statement!

Agent Fenemore : damn right

Agent Newcastle : I need loads of beads, and a vest.  And maybe a 
headband.

Pagan Pub  : In short order, Newcastle & Nedler (sounds like a cop show) 
are prettied up and in fact disguised a bit.

Gary Nedler : Gary already has the wardrobe, I think.

Pagan Pub  : An FBI "source" arranges the meeting with a reporter and 
camera crew from CNN. Very hush-hush.

Agent Fenemore : I'll try to do more research on my guy so I can pull him 
off when we get to Tulsa

Pagan Pub  : Okay. What's the gist of what you want to get across?

Agent Newcastle : We want to look shocked that our gov't harrasses us.  
It's not safe here, must move.

Pagan Pub  : [most of the questions are about that night and what 
happened, much like Waco, but they also want to know what you think of 
the whole mess]

Gary Nedler : We were just minding our own business, being card-carrying 
hippies, when these mad FBI agents ran in and shot up our leaders.  Oh, 
you don't like that?

Agent Newcastle : Don't make it sound too bad.  Standard Gov't raid.  
Gov't oppressing the people. 
Agent Newcastle : Vegtable rights and peace.

Gary Nedler : They're going to ask us about Valiant, so we need a story 
for Enolsis.
Gary Nedler : Might as well publicize it now.

Agent Newcastle : Publicize what?

Pagan Pub  : Compare him to Lennon & Jim Morrison. Can't hurt.

Gary Nedler : How Valiant died, etc.  Lennon / Morrison is good.
Gary Nedler : What's the publicity angle on the bad agents?  Enolsis will 
ask us about the investigation; we should have answers.

Pagan Pub  : They overstepped their bounds, over-zealous. Reno is calling 
for an investigation into their actions.

Agent Newcastle : We are just Enolisis members.  We were brought in for 
questioning but we don't know much.

Gary Nedler : And we don't know anything about anything.
Gary Nedler : The other thing we need to be prepared for questions on is 
if Enolsis gets word Valiant was doing hanky panky; we'll get third 
degreed if that happens.

Agent Newcastle : Like the other members, we don't know.
Agent Newcastle : They don't know anything, why should we?

Gary Nedler : They might ask about small crystals, Valiant's big one, 
etc. 
Gary Nedler : We would have seen them, so we need to at least say so.

Agent Newcastle : Did the people weŐre going as have half or whole 
crystals?
Agent Newcastle : When did they sign up, before or after Valiant?

Gary Nedler : (smart, Newcastle!)

Gary Nedler : Oh, yeah, Pagan, were our cover IDs reported to Enolsis?

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore's wasn't.

Agent Newcastle : O.K. we will have to vouch for him when we get there.

Agent Newcastle : Fenemore would have a half crystal and Nedler and I 
would have whole ones.

Gary Nedler : Okay, so what will Enolsis say?  Can he have just joined 
up?  Can we submit Fenemore by computer now?

Pagan Pub  : The local records *do* exist and Enolsis wants them, but 
they may not get them right away.

Gary Nedler : Has anything about Valiant's shenanigans with the records 
been made public?

Pagan Pub  : Yes, Valiant's meddling has been discussed but not in great 
detail. The assumption is that he was embezzling cash from Enolsis. He 
wasn't really getting very much, but that's the cover story.

Gary Nedler : Okay, so that'll probably explain the missing member record 
and half crystal to Tulsa.
Gary Nedler : Wanted to be sure.

Agent Newcastle : O.K. I think we have our over straight.

Gary Nedler : One more thing before Tulsa.  What about the lab results on 
Rex?

Agent Newcastle : He's goo isn't he?

Pagan Pub  : Yes, he's goo.

Gary Nedler : We wanted them to test his goo for possible reactions to 
things, like wolfsbane, silver, dynamite, poison, etc.

Pagan Pub  : Right, the goo isn't particularly reactive to any of those 
things.
Pagan Pub  : The goo is organic, and oddly enough a component of it has 
been identified.

Agent Fenemore : and the componant is...

Pagan Pub  : Parts of it are identifiable as containing a genetically 
engineered enzyme.

Gary Nedler : No way!

Agent Newcastle : Oww. That blows my theory away. 

Pagan Pub  : Recognizable by the company's marker, encoded in the DNA.

Agent Newcastle : Higher powers are at work here than Valiant!

Gary Nedler : [Whoa, serious 1990s touch here.  Cool.]

Agent Fenemore : AND THE COMPANY IS>>>>

Pagan Pub  : Dawn Biozyme.

Agent Newcastle : This apple is rotten to the core!

Gary Nedler : Where are they based? Tulsa?

Pagan Pub  : Samson, California.

Agent Newcastle : That's bad.
Agent Newcastle : Obviously we need to investigate both Enolsis and Dawn 
Biozyme.

Gary Nedler : Samson?  Has there been an earthquake there?  [Have you run 
At Your Door, yet?]

Agent Newcastle : Don't give away too much.

Pagan Pub  : Nope, no earthquake.
Pagan Pub  : [Won't happen in this game, either...]

Gary Nedler : [Then we don't know anything about them.  Hmmm.  Plot 
thread or window dressing?]

Agent Newcastle : Maybe we could get jobs as janitors or something.

Gary Nedler : Sweeping up the biowaste.

Agent Newcastle : For now run a background check on them and infiltrate 
Enolsis first.

Gary Nedler : Okay, then Tulsa it is. 

Pagan Pub  : Note that this was only a minor component, a simple enzyme 
that is well-documented. Anyone could have used it who paid DB for it.

Agent Newcastle : Right, so we need records of all who have traded with 
DB.

Gary Nedler : "Oh, Gaston, my taser wasn't much use against Valiant.  
Gary Nedler : I'd like to requisition a firearm, man."
Gary Nedler : "And a new taser, come to think of it."

Pagan Pub  : He raises his eyebrows a bit. "You want a gun? It really IS 
a new age."

Agent Newcastle : Also check for parent companies.  Maybe Enolsis and DB 
are both owned by say GE maybe

Pagan Pub  : [David Letterman was right all along!]

Agent Fenemore : "We bring good things to life" 

Gary Nedler : "Valiant's bad karma, man. The Living Power could be 
worse."

Agent Newcastle : To Tulsa then?

Pagan Pub  : Okay. You guys have your IDs. Your faces appear every 30 
minutes on Headline News.

Agent Newcastle : We can only communicate with Gaston by secure 
communication.  No hotel phones.

Pagan Pub  : Sounds decent. Do you want to communicate with Enolsis in 
Tulsa before leaving?

Agent Newcastle : Yes, just to ask if they have room for transplant 
members.

Gary Nedler : Also, can a comm surveillance team check our hotel phones?
Gary Nedler : We don't want a repeat of the Rex incident (cellular 
tapping) if we can help it.

Pagan Pub  : Okay, no problem.
Pagan Pub  : In fact, when you call Enolsis you're transferred to someone 
who recognizes you from CNN.

Agent Fenemore : tell them we're worried about the police

Gary Nedler : We can't stand the media staked out at our doors.
Gary Nedler : Can't meditate properly.  Depressed all the time.

Pagan Pub  : They're very excited and offer to cover your plane fare.

Agent Newcastle : Sure, if we decline it will look fishy. 

Gary Nedler : Great, we have to leave most of our possessions behind and 
are quitting our jobs due to harassment.

Pagan Pub  : "Come find sanctum with us, friends. We'll help you work 
through this insanity."

Agent Fenemore : Do cult members dress in any special way?

Pagan Pub  : No, not at all.

Agent Newcastle : With lots of beads.
Agent Newcastle : And a vest. 

Pagan Pub  : Well, new agey or at least casual/laid back attire is 
appropriate.

Pagan Pub  : But as Valiant proves, they attract all kinds.

Gary Nedler : Hmmm, good point.  Gary tones down his garb a little bit.  
Not too new agey.
Gary Nedler : If the weather's cold, he doesn't wear sandals, and no 
beads or headbands.

Agent Newcastle : Harold tones up his dress, not too stuffy.

Agent Fenemore : I'll wear a jacket - small caliber weapon in holster in 
small of back, knife strapped to calf

Pagan Pub  : Woof. Okay.

Gary Nedler : Actually, what with a red pepper mace aerosal, a taser, a 
BF gun, and a firearm,
Gary Nedler : Gary's carrying a bag _and_ a jacket.  ;-)

Pagan Pub  : Any other special arrangements regarding standard personal 
effects/weapons, etc.?

Gary Nedler : Oh, and the nunchucks that used to belong to Bruce Lee.

Agent Fenemore : Can we arrange to be let through airport security 
without any hassles?
Agent Fenemore : (And without looking like we're being let through?)
Agent Newcastle : Just a 9 mm for me. and my fists!
Agent Newcastle : and head.

Pagan Pub  : Yeah, that can be arranged.
Pagan Pub  : So -- do you want backup in Tulsa?

Gary Nedler : You got it.  Helicopters, cars, serveillance, a full team.  
Everything we can get.

Agent Fenemore : Possibly a surveilance van outside the HQ - I'll carry a 
body mike

Gary Nedler : But they have to be discrete.

Agent Fenemore : no tanks then?

Pagan Pub  : Okay. They'll give you full support. Gaston has to remain in 
St. Louis, but you'll have help.

Agent Fenemore : darn

Agent Newcastle : Are you sure we need that much.  A large migration of 
suits is bad news.

Gary Nedler : No, we just need a SWAT team on call, and a helicopter.  
The van ought to be enough.

Pagan Pub  : Okay, we'll assume you guys will have reasonable support.

Gary Nedler : We don't need a driver, though.

Agent Newcastle : Right!
Agent Newcastle : Unless something untoward should happen to me.

Gary Nedler : Then we'll transfer you out of Delta Green posthumously; 
don't worry about it.

Agent Fenemore : Is Enolsis meeting us at the airport? 

Gary Nedler : I imagine they're meeting us at the airport gate.

Pagan Pub  : Yeah, they'll meet you in Tulsa.
Pagan Pub  : Okay, let's wrap it up here, because the next step will be 
rather involved.

Agent Newcastle : Alrighty, then until next wek.

Pagan Pub  : You guys will get into Enolsis, be debriefed, etc.
Pagan Pub  : And we'll find out how the world is going to end.
7/11/93 21.51.36 Closing Log file.


Call of Cthulhu Online Game
Sponsored by Pagan Publishing
Transcript of twelfth session -- July 25th, 1993

--->Players
Don Rice-- Gary Nedler, new age bookstore owner and long-time govt. 
consultant
Mr Shiny-- Agent Fenemore, F.B.I. agent
Shaft10449-- Agent Newcastle, F.B.I. agent
The Gamer-- Agent Starbird, F.B.I. agent (present only briefly)

--->Transcript
7/25/93 20.16.10 Opening "Chat Log 7/25/93" for recording.
Pagan Pub  : Anyway, you guys jet to Tulsa after your CNN exposure.
Pagan Pub  : Your weapons are concealed in your stowed baggage.
Pagan Pub  : You know that Enolsis reps are to meet you at the airport.
Pagan Pub  : Shiny, give me a percentile roll

OnlineHost : Mr Shiny rolled 1 100-sided die:   29

Pagan Pub  : You fall asleep.

Mr Shiny: zzzzzz
Mr Shiny: any dreams?

Pagan Pub: You wake up as the plane touches down. You have some 
recollection of a dream you had. It was the image you saw before...the 
red globe with lights orbiting it in a sea of stars.
Pagan Pub  : Alright. Arriving in Tulsa, you disembark.
Pagan Pub  : A man and a woman wearing earth toned stylish clothing walk 
forward, smiling.
Pagan Pub  : Both are wearing crystal pendants around their necks.

Agent Newcastle : Are they in "Hippie" dress or do they look normal?

Pagan Pub  : Oh no. Casual clothes, well-made. Look like they would be 
running a cheese shop in Denver or something similar.

Agent Fenemore : Ahh, yes, the traditional Colorado cheese shop attire!

Pagan Pub  : They introduce themselves as Steve Moseley and Fran Crowe.
Pagan Pub  : "How was your flight?"

Agent Newcastle : Most excellent.

Agent Fenemore : Tranquil

Pagan Pub  : "We've watched your interviews a dozen times. You can't 
imagine how anxious everyone is to hear all about your experience."

Gary Nedler : "It was the worst, man.  Total fascist nightmare.  Total 
repression."

Agent Newcastle : You'll excuse us if we don't have the same enthusiasm.  
It was a very trying experience.

Agent Fenemore : "I felt drained."

Gary Nedler : "That was the worst of it.  I was too depressed even to 
meditate, man."

Pagan Pub  : Steve frowns. "I understand. It's been a real blow to us, 
even this far away."
Pagan Pub  : "You wouldn't think the path to enlightenment would be of 
interest to the federal government!"
Pagan Pub  : "Well, let's get your bags and get underway. Likely as not 
they're watching us right now."
Pagan Pub  : Fran glances around with a stern look on her face.

Gary Nedler : "No, man, you think so?" 

Agent Newcastle : True.  Be Careful.

Agent Fenemore : (put on sunglasses) 

Gary Nedler : (put on rose colored sunglasses) 

Agent Newcastle : (spectacleless)

Pagan Pub  : You're a spectacle anyway.
Pagan Pub  : The five of you head to the baggage claim and grab various 
luggage.

Agent Fenemore : Glance at bags - any sign of tampering?

Pagan Pub  : No, the airline's security tape is intact. For whatever 
that's worth.
Pagan Pub  : Give me spot hidden rolls.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   42
OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   13
OnlineHost : Mr Shiny rolled 1 100-sided die:   14

Agent Newcastle : No, missed by 2. 

Gary Nedler : YEAH!  Spotted That Hidden!

Agent Newcastle : They both spot that hidden.

Pagan Pub  : Okay, the two of you don't have much trouble spotting the 
guys in suits paying more attention to you than they should.

Agent Newcastle : Are they CIA plants?

Gary Nedler : Hmmm.  Are these government style suits or other kinds?

Agent Newcastle : FBI I mean.

Pagan Pub  : No idea. They aren't familiar.

Agent Newcastle : Perhaps Gaston knew they would be expecting us to be 
followed.

Gary Nedler : But do they have dark suits, white ear beads, sunglasses, 
black wingtips, etc.?

Agent Fenemore : Ear radios? Weapon bulges?

Pagan Pub  : Well, they look a bit casual. No radios. Bulges? Can't tell.


Agent Newcastle : Does Enolsis have a car or are we taking a cab?

Pagan Pub  : They've got a car waiting outside, which you guys reach 
shortly.

Agent Newcastle : I'll get in since I don't see the suits.

Pagan Pub  : Everything cool? Do you guys get in and go?

Agent Fenemore : "Hey brother, did you notice those two?"
Agent Fenemore : (to Enolisis guy - indicating suits)

Pagan Pub  : "Hmm? No, what two?"

Gary Nedler : "Notice who?  Was someone following us?"

Agent Fenemore : "I think attention may have followed us."

Agent Newcastle : I did not see anything.
Agent Newcastle : "But I wouldn't doubt it"

Agent Fenemore : "Lets see if they follow the car"

Agent Newcastle : Who's driving?

Pagan Pub  : Some Enolsis flunky.

Gary Nedler : "Man, can't they just leave us alone?  Everywhere we go, 
the system hounds us."

Agent Fenemore : (Psychology?)

Pagan Pub  : Sure.

OnlineHost : Mr Shiny rolled 1 100-sided die:   7
OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   29

Gary Nedler : That's good.

Agent Fenemore : How do they feel about the tail?

Pagan Pub  : They're not surprised.
Pagan Pub  : You guys get in the car and roll.

Agent Fenemore : Do they seem stable?

Pagan Pub  : Oh, they seem very pleasant, friendly, and together.

Agent Newcastle : I like them.

Pagan Pub  : The trip to the HQ takes about half an hour. It's out in the 
middle of nowhere.

Agent Fenemore : That describes most of Tulsa

Pagan Pub  : On the way, they ask you to hold talking about the tragedy 
until you reach the others. But they are very interested in hearing about 
your general Enolsis experience. Why you joined, what you've learned, how 
it's helped you, where you're going in your personal quest, that kind of 
thing.
Pagan Pub  : What do you say, in general?

Agent Newcastle : Inner peace and tranquility type of stuff.
Agent Newcastle : Mention the energy I get from meditation. 

Gary Nedler : "Man, no one understood me before, but at Enolsis, people 
listened."
Gary Nedler : "They showed me how to meditate, get in touch with my inner 
self, " [blah blah]

Agent Fenemore : "I've found a place that tought me to trust my inner 
self." 

Gary Nedler : "You get a rush from meditation too?"  [to Newcastle]  
"It's the best rush, man.

Agent Fenemore : "Right on brother."

Agent Newcastle : Not really a rush, btu energy for the day. 
Agent Newcastle : I like to Tone It Down.

Agent Fenemore : (to Enolisis guy - inPagan Pub  : Okay, sounds good.
Pagan Pub  : They share their own stories, which are about the same. They 
talk about the peace and harmony they've felt since they've joined. They 
also talk about the importance of dreams, and how they find themselves 
having dreams more relevant and inspirational than not.

Agent Newcastle : Any stories of an energy rush?

Pagan Pub  : They do mention that, and refer to it as energy that comes 
from inside you. They relate it to using more of your brain, or some 
claptrap like that.

Agent Fenemore : I tell them about my recurring dream and watch for 
reaction.
Agent Fenemore : I mention the red globe and the things orbiting it.

Pagan Pub  : Psychology rolls.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   32
OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   42
OnlineHost : Mr Shiny rolled 1 100-sided die:   16

Agent Newcastle : No, missed by 2.

Gary Nedler : made it by 8 (lucky)
Gary Nedler : good roll!

Pagan Pub  : Okay, you guys that made it, Steve & Fran are startled by 
Fenemore's description of his dream.
Pagan Pub  : They don't say much other than "that's interesting, what do 
you think it means?"

Agent Fenemore : "I don't know - I was hoping Enolsis would lead me to 
the answers."

Gary Nedler : Startled as in they recognize it, or as in they're totally 
confused by it?

Pagan Pub  : Startled, almost worried.
Pagan Pub  : They exchange a look.
Pagan Pub  : [Hey, Agent Starbird is online. He may be joining us.]

Agent Newcastle : I exchange a worried look with Gary.

Gary Nedler : Whoa!  :: Gary acts like he doesn't get it :: "Cool dream, 
man.  What had you eaten?"

Pagan Pub  : You guys roll on and shortly arrive at the compound.

Agent Starbird : <-- will be back soon...

Pagan Pub  : Quick question to refresh my memory -- any of you wearing a 
wire?

Gary Nedler : Not Gary.

Agent Newcastle : Not I.

Agent Fenemore : I think I was 
Agent Fenemore : (along with several concealed weapons)

Pagan Pub  : No prob. Starbird is nearby, and I wanted to know.

Gary Nedler : (no chance to get anything out of luggage, but maybe have 
nunchuks on me?)

Pagan Pub  : Uh, sure.
Pagan Pub  : The car is stopped at a gate. Some guys in a little booth 
step out and say hello. Steve and Fran yak for a minute as the gate 
opens, then you pull inside.
Pagan Pub  : Starbird, you're in a van with several other heavily-armed 
guys listening in on Fenemore's wire.
Pagan Pub  : The Enolsis compound is quite a sight. You drive into a big 
central plaza with a very modern, new-agey kind of building in front of a 
fountain. There are several other buildings around the plaza, and roads 
leading to perhaps a half-dozen more in the immediate area.
Pagan Pub  : The fountain is bathed in numerous colored lights that 
pulsate constantly in different patterns.
Pagan Pub  : The car pulls around the circular drive, and the five of you 
climb out in front of the main building.
Pagan Pub  : Steve turns and smiles. "You guys hungry? We can eat while 
we talk, if you like."

Agent Newcastle : Sounds Good.  Tofu For All!

Agent Fenemore : "I'm famished."

Pagan Pub  : "Glad to hear it. The food's great. It's all grown here!"

Agent Newcastle : Groovy!

Pagan Pub  : You all head into the building and several more people greet 
you.
Pagan Pub  : They say how glad they are that you're here, and express 
concern over the tragedy in St. Louis.
Pagan Pub  : You're led through a series of rooms, all decorated 
pleasantly, again in earth tones. Paintings of clouds, forests, shining 
lights, spirit-beings, etc.
Pagan Pub  : Steve tells someone to bring food.

Gary Nedler : "Cool, man. Looks good for meditation."

Agent Newcastle : "Wow, this place is great.  Much better than that St. 
Louis dump."

Pagan Pub  : Steve frowns. "Well, it sounds like they weren't exactly 
spending money for decorating."

Agent Newcastle : "Very True, man"

Pagan Pub  : You all gather in a largish room around a low table, where 
you sit on the floor.
Pagan Pub  : Trays of food are brought in. Lots of hearty vegetables and 
sauces, but chicken as well.
Pagan Pub  : Cheeses and bread. Herbal teas. Fruit and vegetable juices.

Agent Newcastle : Any All-American Beef around?

Pagan Pub  : No beef, but there is chicken. Chickens are much easier to 
raise and manage.

Agent Newcastle : :: Tries to smile while eating vegatables::

Gary Nedler : "Pass some more of that tofu, man."

Pagan Pub  : After a few minutes, the Living Power enters.

Agent Newcastle : Woah!

Gary Nedler : Description?

Pagan Pub  : He's tall and slim, about 6'2". Brown hair. Green eyes.
Pagan Pub  : He just radiates peace and confidence, smiling as he comes 
in.,
Pagan Pub  : He takes each of your hands and holds it for a moment as he 
nods and says hello.

Gary Nedler : (Think calm and peaceful thoughts in case he's trying to 
psychically read me.)

Pagan Pub  : He sits down next to Fenemore. "Please, continue eating. But 
tell us all about your experience."
Pagan Pub  : [speaking to all of you]

Agent Fenemore : think of the red globe

Agent Newcastle : "I'm honored to meet you" ::thinking about how terrible 
the food is::

Agent Fenemore : talk about the search for inner peace - the attack...

Pagan Pub  : "It's a greater honor to meet one's self, friend."

Gary Nedler : :: Liking the food :: "Man, Enolsis was like my first home 
away from home, you know?"

Agent Newcastle : "wow, that's deep,man"

Gary Nedler : "Then, these pigs came in with guns when we were all 
meditating"

Agent Fenemore : :::wishing for pie, a cup a 'jo and donuts :::

Gary Nedler : "It was horrible, man.  The TV people kept after us.  It's 
so good to be here."
Gary Nedler : "Where people understand me, man."

Pagan Pub  : "I understand. It's been quite an ordeal."
Pagan Pub  : "What did the federal people tell you afterwards? What did 
they ask?"

Agent Newcastle : "they asked us about the leader, what we knew of his 
dealings"
Agent Newcastle : "I was afraid for my life, man"

Pagan Pub  : He nods.
Agent Newcastle : "I didn't say anything though"

Agent Fenemore : "There was little we could tell them"

Agent Newcastle : "They kept askin' me why I joined in the first place"

Gary Nedler : "They were asking the weirdest things, man.  Their 
attitudes were so negative."

Pagan Pub  : "Did they say why they were investigating your group?"

Agent Fenemore : "No."

Gary Nedler : "Like, they wanted to know if we knew Eddy Valiant was a 
tool of the red communist mafia."

Pagan Pub  : "Hmm. Well, the man was clearly not our kind of person. Or 
rather, we weren't his kind of people."
Pagan Pub  : "It's just unfortunate that his transgressions were visited 
so horribly upon innocents like yourselves and the others."

Agent Newcastle : "If you have something innocent and pure, someone will 
always try to take advantage of it"

Pagan Pub  : He nods his head sadly.
Pagan Pub  : "Well, I'm glad you're here. We'll have some important news 
shortly, and it's probably better that you're not someplace where those 
people can get ahold of you."

Agent Newcastle : What is the current game time?

Pagan Pub  : Um, it's late afternoon.
Pagan Pub  : "Well, some of our folks would like to talk to you more 
in-depth about recent events. I need to make some preparations for a 
statement I'll be making to the press this evening. So please, enjoy our 
hospitality, and I hope we can help to restore some peace in your life."

Agent Newcastle : "Like thanks, man"

Agent Fenemore : "Peace, brother."

Gary Nedler : "Um, do you think later I could get my picture taken with 
you?" :: to TLP ::
Gary Nedler : "If it's not too much trouble, I mean."  :: looks sheepish 
::

Pagan Pub  : He rises and smiles. "Of course."
Pagan Pub  : He leaves and the others begin to pepper you (in a friendly 
manner) with questions.

Agent Fenemore : (Do we have a positive ID on this guy?  His real name, 
etc?)

Pagan Pub  : His name hasn't appeared in print. Presumably someone knows 
it and you can find it out.

Agent Newcastle : I'll answer all questions and try to instill a sense of 
paranoia.

Gary Nedler : Reply in a friendly manner.  "Man, do you do TM the Tibetan 
way, or the Sri Lanka way?"
Gary Nedler : "What kind of mantra do you use? [blah blah]"

Agent Fenemore : I try to lift a utensil that the living power touched 
asnd pocket it.

Pagan Pub  : Okay. The conversation goes on for about two hours. They ask 
lots of questions. In general, they are very interested in Valiant and 
the Feds.

Gary Nedler : Gary acts totally harmless, innocuous, into it because he 
was spiritually lost, found self-fulfillment through TM and diet, etc.
Gary Nedler : "This tea's a little strong, do you have any water?"

Agent Fenemore : (sucessful?)

Pagan Pub  : Sure, no problem.
Pagan Pub  : To both of you.
Pagan Pub  : Okay, here's the deal. The Living Power is holding a press 
conference shortly, at which they'd like you to be present. Do you wish 
to participate? They don't mind of you don't. And is there anything you 
want to do before the conference, whether you participate or not?

Agent Fenemore : I decline, "I'm a bit worn out."

Agent Newcastle : I'll participate but only if my name is not used.
Agent Newcastle : I've already gotten enough flak.

Agent Fenemore : Is there someplace on the compound where I can get  this 
utensil out to the street (for Starbird to pick up and check for prints)

Pagan Pub  : Uh, not too likely.
Pagan Pub  : Given your understandable reluctance, they tell you guys not 
worry about the conference.

Gary Nedler : "Man, if you want, but I hate all this media stuff.  It 
disturbs my sense of peace."
Gary Nedler : "Man, can I go back to my room first and change my clothes, 
man?"

Pagan Pub  : Oh sure, no problem.

Agent Fenemore : Ok I ask to be shown to my chamber so I can "re-charge"

Pagan Pub  : Okay, Gary goes off to prepare for the conference. You guys 
go to your rooms.

Gary Nedler : Check luggage to see if it's been searched, look for bugs, 
etc.

Agent Newcastle : I would like to be present even if only to hear what 
the press asks.

Pagan Pub  : Well, it's being delivered by satellite. No press present 
on-site.
Pagan Pub  : I'll sum up the contents of the conference.
Pagan Pub  : The Living Power expresses his outrage (calmly) about the 
St. Louis disaster.
Pagan Pub  : Gary reads a brief statement prepared by him and some 
Enolsis folks in which he states why he joined Enolsis and how important 
it is to him, and how shocked he is at what happened.

Gary Nedler : "This is very serious, man.  It affects the image of 
peaceful Enolsites everywhere."

Pagan Pub  : Finally, he looks very grave.
Pagan Pub  : "The recent tragedy is just one more example of a number of 
portents."
Pagan Pub  : "We are moving unsteadily into a New Age, and it will not be 
an easy transition."

Agent Fenemore : >>>> the stars are right <<<<<

Pagan Pub  : "All of us are no doubt aware of the many problems our world 
faces. Things are degenerating at an ever-increasing rate. Societies are 
crumbling beneath the stones of vice and selfishness. We have worked for 
years to slow and, hopefully, reverse this process."
Pagan Pub  : "But now, it's too late."
Pagan Pub  : "The new age is upon us. Those who are ready for it will 
survive and prevail, and find a new level of inner peace and 
satisfaction."
Pagan Pub  : "Those who are not ready will not."
Pagan Pub  : "In the immediate future, there will come a sign. We have 
forseen this. I do not know what the nature of it will be, but all of 
humanity will understand it when it happens."
Pagan Pub  : "Please understand: I don't mean to say that I am the 
messiah. I'm not a fanatic, as the federal government would make me out 
to be. I'm just a human being who has found peace and understanding."

Gary Nedler : :: Gary nods, and looks important (and like he doesn't 
really understand). ::

Pagan Pub  : "The time ahead will be full of turmoil. Our members across 
the globe are ready to help you through this time. Trust them, but trust 
in yourselves as well."
Pagan Pub  : "Thank you for listening."
Pagan Pub  : The press conference ends.
Pagan Pub  : Another one begins ten minutes later.
Pagan Pub  : It's held by NASA, oddly enough.
Pagan Pub  : It seems that our solar system has a tenth planet.

Gary Nedler : Wait, are we members of this, or do we just hear about it?

Pagan Pub  : [just hearing about it]
Pagan Pub  : [Gary, you're back in your room.]
Pagan Pub  : NASA has no explanation for why this body was not visible 
before; it should have been.

Gary Nedler : Outside solar system or inside?  Concentric with other 
planets, or irregular?  Etc.?

Pagan Pub  : It's second in size only to Jupiter. Regular orbit.

Agent Newcastle : Should I be understanding this 10th planet jazz?  It's 
new to me.

Pagan Pub  : It 'appeared' to astronomers earlier today, but was just 
confirmed in the last half hour.
Pagan Pub  : Moreover, astronomers believe its orbit is changing 
radically.
Pagan Pub  : No more is known at this hour.

Agent Fenemore : On (dramatic music ) a COLLISION COURSE?  (I'm digging 
this much!)

Agent Newcastle : Where are we hearing about this, on the TV in the room?


Pagan Pub  : On your TV sets, alone in each of your rooms.

Agent Fenemore : Any photos of said planet ten?

Pagan Pub  : Yes, just a little ball o' light. They're working on better 
stuff now.

Agent Fenemore : Strike a chord with me at all?

Pagan Pub  : Shiny: could be, dunno. 

Agent Newcastle : Holy Cow!  Is this going to turn into an after the 
stars were right campaign that I've heard so much about?

Pagan Pub  : shaft: nope, not that one.

Pagan Pub  : Questions? We can assume whatever you might think to ask is 
asked by reporters, so ask away.

Agent Newcastle : This is definitly a planet not an asteroid?

Pagan Pub  : oh yeah.

Agent Newcastle : And has been in orbit around the sun for as long as 
this solar system has been?

Agent Fenemore : Bigger than Saturn - its a planet!

Pagan Pub  : seems so.

Agent Newcastle : Oh, man this is BAD.

Pagan Pub  : They can't offer anything even vaguely resembling an 
explanation.
Pagan Pub  : Yesterday it wasn't there. Today it was.

Gary Nedler : Do they think it's moving in from outside the solar system?


Agent Fenemore : We're all going to die!

Pagan Pub  : They're pretty sure it has been in a regular orbit all 
along. It didn't arrive so much as it was unveiled.

Gary Nedler : Any anomolies like fusion or heat exhaust trails, etc.?
Gary Nedler : Hmm, any signs of cloaking technology? <g>

Pagan Pub  : Dunno yet. Needless to say, EVERY observatory in the world 
is looking at it now.

Agent Newcastle : Was it in one of the theorized planet slots?

Agent Starbird : Time for Starbird's signature phrase (all together now!) 
--
Agent Starbird : Great. Just Great.

Pagan Pub  : LOL!

Pagan Pub  : More questions?

Gary Nedler : Any news in New Age circles?
Gary Nedler : How does a 10th planet affect astrology, etc.

Agent Fenemore : It means "death is in your future" 

Pagan Pub  : It's too soon. No one knows. The fear, promptly spread, is 
that this thing is coming towards Earth. No one will confirm or deny 
that.

Agent Newcastle : Yes, A theory states that planets fall into definable 
areas depending on the star size.  
Agent Newcastle : The asteroid field past mars is a planet "slot"  Is 
there a slot for this planet?

Pagan Pub  : Incidentally, your rooms are locked, the windows are barred, 
and the phones are dead. See you Sunday!

Gary Nedler : LOL!  What about our luggage?  Do we have our weapons?

Pagan Pub  : Yes, your luggage is here.
Pagan Pub  : It's intact.
Gary Nedler : Bye (this was fun!)
Pagan Pub  : Tah for now! Heh heh...next week you guys can shoot things.
7/25/93 22.15.06 Closing Log file.


Call of Cthulhu Online Game
Sponsored by Pagan Publishing
Transcript of thirteenth session -- August 8th, 1993

--->Players
Don Rice-- Gary Nedler, new age bookstore owner and long-time govt. 
consultant
Mr Shiny-- Agent Fenemore, F.B.I. agent
Shaft10449-- Agent Newcastle, F.B.I. agent
The Gamer-- Agent Starbird, F.B.I. agent

--->Transcript
8/8/93 8:57:18 PM Opening "DG Game 13" for recording.

Gary Nedler : So, Pagan, are we really locked in our rooms?
Gary Nedler : Do th
Pagan Pub  : Assuming you try the doors, yes.

Agent Starbird : Is Fenemore's wire two-way? Or can I just hear him?

Pagan Pub  : The wire is one-way only.

Agent Starbird : Great. Just great.

Gary Nedler : "Man, is this door locked?" Knock, knock.  "Gotta go to the 
bathroom, man!"

Pagan Pub  : There's a bathroom in the room, Gary.

Gary Nedler : "No, where?  That's a closet."
Gary Nedler : :: Gary's playing dumb ::

Pagan Pub  : [No one tells you that, it's just there.] 

Gary Nedler : Okay, so no one comes to the door when I raise a minor 
ruckus.

Pagan Pub  : On your TV sets, CNN is hosting a call-in session with an 
astronomer-type.
Pagan Pub  : People are calling in frantically.

Agent Fenemore : I whisper to Starbird the situation - try to sound like 
I'm talking to myself just in case 
Agent Fenemore : the room is really well bugged

Pagan Pub  : No prob, Fenemore. You whisper away.
Pagan Pub  : Starbird, you get the situation: the guys are locked up 
tight. Whether that means their
Pagan Pub  : cover is blown or the Enolsis folks are just being cautious 
you have no idea.

Agent Starbird : Great. Just great.

Agent Fenemore : I give him our positions in the building as well as 
possible.

Agent Starbird : It'll have to do. When we go in -- and we will -- 
securing our three men inside is a top priority.

Pagan Pub  : Okay.
Pagan Pub  : Gaston is on the phone immediately after the press 
conference demanding a quick report, wondering if
Pagan Pub  : the Enolsis folks have anything to do with this planet 
business.

Agent Starbird : What press conference?

Pagan Pub  : The NASA one, sorry.

Agent Newcastle : The Living Power gave a press conference and said a 
sign would come.

Agent Newcastle : I'm still in shock.

Agent Starbird : Do plans/layouts of the grounds and buildings exist? Can 
we get them?

Pagan Pub  : You have a map of the compound, but not the buildings.

Gary Nedler : Gary continues to act *real*stupid* and tries to spot all 
surveillance devices, guards, etc.
Gary Nedler : [Trying to make them grossly underestimate him] and 
learning as much as possible.

Pagan Pub  : Okay, Gary is making a fuss of some sort.

Agent Newcastle : Are we in seperate rooms?

Pagan Pub  : Yes, you guys are in separate rooms on the same floor, but 
not adjacent.

Pagan Pub  : Starbird, questions you need answered by your other 
agents/resources?

Agent Starbird : I want a confirmation that this planet is the one from 
Fenemore's dream...

Pagan Pub  : Way hard to tell. Good images should be available by dawn, 
but even they won't be that great.

Agent Starbird : And when do they think this planet will be here?

Pagan Pub  : Again, no confirmation at all that the planet is approaching 
Earth. Its orbit seems erratic, but
Pagan Pub  : given that it's only been visible for half a day, no idea 
yet.
Pagan Pub  : Nevertheless, that is foremost on everyone's mind.

Agent Starbird : OK. We can probably sit tight out here, at least until 
dawn...
Agent Starbird : ... unless the situation changes.

Agent Newcastle : I'm going to try to knock the door down.

Pagan Pub  : Okay, Newcastle, give me a roll.
Pagan Pub  : Wait -- shoulder or chair or something else?

Agent Newcastle : Shoulder first.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   88

Pagan Pub  : Bzzt. You realize, as you rub your bruise, that this door is 
wood paneling over a metal core.

Agent Newcastle : Ouch!

Pagan Pub  : VERY secure. These rooms are apparently more than your usual 
guest room.

Agent Starbird : Pagan -- I assume we know the names that our undercovers 
went in as...

Pagan Pub  : Yup.

Agent Newcastle : Stupid question, but I'll try:  Air Ducts?

Pagan Pub  : Sure. About half a foot tall by a foot wide -- central air.

Agent Starbird : I want arrest warrants drawn up for those three names, 
plus a couple more chosen at random...

Pagan Pub  : !!! Excellent idea, Starbird. My compliments. What's the 
charge?

Gary Nedler : [good move Starbird!]

Agent Starbird : Murder of a federal agent, as a result of their 
participation in the St. Louis massacre.

Pagan Pub  : Hot damn.
Pagan Pub  : Okay, you'll have them in your hands within two hours (gotta 
go wake up the judge, you know).

Agent Starbird : OK. Thanks.

Agent Fenemore : after whispering to Starbird - I'll examine the door - 
can my gun blow the lock? 
Agent Fenemore : Any windows?

Pagan Pub  : Nix on the lock; you realize very quickly this is a 
heavy-duty security door designed to keep you in.
Pagan Pub  : Windows are barred. The glass has chicken-wire stuff in it, 
alarm wires and stuff too.

Agent Newcastle : I'll stuff towels in the air ducts in case they try to 
gas us.

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle stuffs towels, no problem.

Gary Nedler : Has Gary spotted any surveillance devices yet?  Anyone 
answer his bathroom calls?

Pagan Pub  : Gary hasn't seen much yet. Given that Enolsis built this 
place, it's safe to assume they can put bugs
Pagan Pub  : wherever they wish. Like the U.S. embassy in Moscow a few 
years back.

Agent Newcastle : How about telephones...  Dead?

Pagan Pub  : Telephones are dead.

Agent Fenemore : I stuff towels in the toilet and start flushing - I keep 
it up until the bathroom is pretty
Agent Fenemore : flooded and then call for help

Gary Nedler : [RotF,L!]

Pagan Pub  : Yipes.
Pagan Pub  : Okay, you begin stuffing towels in the toilet.

Gary Nedler : Gary's still looking for cameras, mirrors, that kind of 
thing.  And acting dumb.

Pagan Pub  : Nedler & Fenemore: percentile rolls.

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   81
OnlineHost : Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die:   6

Gary Nedler : Probably an impale!  What can I check?

Pagan Pub  : Okay, Fenemore, I need another roll.

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   51

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore, what's your CON?
Pagan Pub  : (you need CONx5)

Agent Fenemore : 65
Agent Fenemore : 15 CON
Agent Fenemore : 13 CON THAT IS! 

Pagan Pub  : Okay.
Pagan Pub  : You feel a bit nauseas & weak; you're being gassed.

Agent Fenemore : Put wet towel over face - can I tell if it's coming just 
from the vent?

Pagan Pub  : Not sure. The towel helps, but I need another roll.
Pagan Pub  : And do you say anything to Starbird via wire?

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   74

Agent Fenemore : "I'm being gassed !!!!!!!!!!"

Agent Starbird : They're gassing Nedler and Fenemore, but not Shaft?

Pagan Pub  : Shaft blocked the vents.
Pagan Pub  : (Brainy Driver Smurf!)

Agent Starbird : Oh, missed that... never mind.
Agent Starbird : Do I have my warrants?

Agent Fenemore : Try to turn on tap and plug drain (these floors can only 
handle so much!) 
Agent Fenemore : Am I still conscious?

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore, you know you're going down soon. Water on floor is 
big mess but not much else yet.
Pagan Pub  : Only a few minutes have passed since NASA news.
Pagan Pub  : Starbird: no, no warrants. But you have clear indication of 
an agent's life in jeopardy.

Agent Starbird : Great. Just great.
Agent Starbird : Except I don't want anybody to know he's an agent... 

Agent Fenemore : Try to cover vent with towel - turn and blast at 
window!!!

Pagan Pub  : Give me a roll, just so you don't jam.

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   94

Agent Fenemore : Almost jammed, but okay.

Pagan Pub  : Oh, I mean, that's enough for you and your team to respond, 
Starbird.

Agent Starbird : Yeah.... just how big is my "team"? And how well armed 
are we?

Pagan Pub  : In the van with you are just communications dudes. But you 
have an armed response team of a dozen,
Pagan Pub  : and three dozen more agents like yourself.

Agent Newcastle : Can I hear the gas at all?

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: nope. Everything is peachy keen til you hear 
several shots fired from somewhere nearby.
Pagan Pub  : (Which is the sound of Fenemore opening the window.)

Agent Starbird : What's the entrance like? Gate? Circular Drive? What?

Pagan Pub  : Entrance is a gate with a guardpost of some sort. The 
compound is large with a big fence all around.
Pagan Pub  : The fence is concrete and iron shafts, but decorated so it 
looks nice.

Agent Newcastle : ::Get out gun, sit down, aim at door, and wait::

Agent Fenemore : What's up in my wet gassy room?
Agent Fenemore : Can I jump out the window?

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore: you're two stories up, but the bars will keep you 
in.

Agent Starbird : OK, we're going in. A pair of armed response-types take 
the gatehouse by stealth, to prevent
Agent Starbird : a warning to be sent inside, the rest of us go right up 
the driveway...
Agent Starbird : The idea is to go in in force, but polite. We ask for 
the specific names on the warrants
Agent Starbird : (not that they're here yet, but details, details...)
Agent Starbird : And we keep moving. No delays. We will meet force with 
force, but we won't fire first. 

Agent Newcastle : Man, guys.  We are doomed!

Agent Fenemore : Okay - Is gas at least escaping?  If so , I finish 
plugging the vent.  If water is all over,
Agent Fenemore : I get ready a lamp, remove bulb and stand up on bed 
(wearing my gum-soled shoes of course)
Agent Fenemore : Aim at door

Agent Newcastle : Due to the fact that we heard no noises, I assume we 
are the only ones locked in rooms.

Pagan Pub  : One last run-down.

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore: gas is getting out, but the room is pretty thick. 
You'd be much better off by the
Pagan Pub  : window.
Pagan Pub  : Nedler: you're in the bathroom sealed up, window open but 
barred.

Gary Nedler : Okay, two stories up, right?

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: you have no idea about the gas. You're standing 
before the door with your weapon drawn.

Agent Fenemore : I move bed to the window and stand on it - lamp in left, 
gun in right, towel tied around fac

Agent Starbird : [What a mental image!] ;)

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: so are you going to the gatehouse nice to ask 
about names, or taking it out by stealth?

Agent Starbird : The gatehouse gets pre-emptive struck; we'll approach 
the main building with no warning.

Pagan Pub  : Alright.

Agent Starbird : Once there, we will be as polite as 40-or-so armed, 
pissed-off federal agents can be.

Agent Fenemore : WACO 3...

Gary Nedler : Gary also wraps wet towel around face. in case he needs to 
go out into the room.  
Gary Nedler : Observes out window for commotions.

Pagan Pub  : Lights go out in your rooms.
Pagan Pub  : Listen rolls.
Pagan Pub  : Except for Gary.

Agent Starbird : me too?

Pagan Pub  : Nope.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   33

Agent Newcastle : Yes, Sir

Agent Fenemore : Damn, I guess the lamp's no good!  I toss it down into 
the puddle (just in case)

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   98

Pagan Pub  : Oh dear.

Agent Fenemore : Makes up for that 1 I rolled fighting Rex!

Agent Fenemore : Apparently tied the towel about my ears, too.

Pagan Pub  : !!!

Agent Starbird : Don't you *ever* touch my dice, Shiny!

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: you hear the door open. Lights are out in the 
hall, too, so no visible sign and no
Pagan Pub  : ambient light at all.

Agent Newcastle : Shit!

Gary Nedler : Gary gets under the bathroom sink and tries to (karate 
kick) remove it from its mountings.
Gary Nedler : Want to try and hurl it through the window bars.

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: lights in the buildings on the compound are going 
out. Not all of them, but the main
Pagan Pub  : ones around the circular drive & fountain.

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: what do you do?

Agent Newcastle : I guess I'll say "Whats going on around here?" and keep 
gun behind back
Agent Newcastle : I'm assuming they have night vision

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die:   44
OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die:   53

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore, Newcastle: you've both been stung by something. 
Idea rolls.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   44
OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   83

Agent Newcastle : ThatŐs good.

Agent Fenemore : Got it.

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: Gatehouse is secure.

Agent Starbird : Let the combat team (who I'm assuming are equipped for 
this contingency) lead the way.

Pagan Pub  : You have, in the gatehouse, phones to the main building and 
cameras on the outside walls.
Pagan Pub  : Nothing revealing.
Pagan Pub  : Starbird: drive is perhaps 100 yards to main building. 
Vehicle or by foot?

Agent Starbird : There's 40 of us. We'll hoof it.

Pagan Pub  : "Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut!"
Pagan Pub  : Newcastle, Fenemore: Sting was a tranq dart.
Pagan Pub  : Response?

Agent Newcastle : Start firing wildly in the general direction of the 
door.

Agent Fenemore : Pull out dart "I've been shot by a tranq dart!"
Gary Nedler : [No, duh, the light's off in Gary's bathroom, right? <g> ]

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: give me three rolls for the first round. (.32 
auto is 3 per round)

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   31
OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   75
OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   30

Agent Starbird : Was the gatehouse manned?

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: Yes, one man.

Agent Fenemore : Where did it hit me? 

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore: neck. Not a major artery or anything.
Pagan Pub  : 75 make it, Newcastle?

Agent Newcastle : No, I need a 70.

Agent Fenemore : Shot come from the door? Is door open that i can tell?

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore: possibly, give me a roll. 

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   54

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore: Bingo! You can peg the location of both of them. 
Fire at will.
Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: you fire three times in a close pattern towards 
the door, and you're rewarded by someone
Pagan Pub  : crying out.
Pagan Pub  : Followed by a brief return of fire.

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die:   31

Agent Newcastle : Yow!

Pagan Pub  : Exactly.

Agent Starbird : Oops...

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 8-sided die:   4

Pagan Pub  : That's for you, Newcastle. What do you do? You still can't 
see worth a darn.
Pagan Pub  : [Besides grunt and clutch your side, that is.]
Pagan Pub  : And give me two 8-sided die rolls for your two hits, please.


OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 2 8-sided dice:   3  4

Gary Nedler : [Pagan, are you using point blank rules? 2xchance if within 
DEX feet?]

Pagan Pub  : Oh, yes! Which means: Newcastle, give me one more 8-sider.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 8-sided die:   6 

Pagan Pub  : Good.
Pagan Pub  : Doesn't affect your injury, though. 
Pagan Pub  : Gary: knock at the door.
Pagan Pub  : Bathroom door, that is.

Agent Newcastle : Did I hear any other voices, or just one man?

Pagan Pub  : Just one, you think, but that doesn't mean there aren't more 
there.

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   23
OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   7
OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   15

Pagan Pub  : Damage for all three, Fenemore.

Gary Nedler : Okay, light's out.  I get ready to BF gun him (assume night 
vision goggles), then taser.
Gary Nedler : "Who is it, man, I've got the runs."  [try to get him 
silhouetted against window]

Pagan Pub  : No way, window is away from door.
Pagan Pub  : Is the bathroom door locked? (has push-button-in-handle 
sytle)

Gary Nedler : Okay, then best setup I can, maybe duck behind bathtub or 
sink for cover.
Gary Nedler : Of course it's locked.  Who craps with their door unlocked?

Gary Nedler : "Who is it, man?"

Pagan Pub  : Had to make sure.

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 3 10-sided dice:   3  2  3

Agent Fenemore : one impale

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore, you've hurt someone but you aren't out of the 
woods yet. What's next?

Pagan Pub  : "I'm sorry, Gary, we've had a power outage. Can you  open 
the door? We think it's the prelude to
Pagan Pub  : another Federal assault!"

Gary Nedler : "No, man, not again!  I ... I ... I'll be out in a minute."  

Gary Nedler : "I don't want them coming in with my pants down, man."

Pagan Pub  : Oh, and give me a Listen roll.

Agent Fenemore : fire again

Pagan Pub  : Gary: silence.
Pagan Pub  : Fenemore: go.

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   40

Gary Nedler : Okay, behind cover, if I can reach commode lever, activate 
it.

Agent Fenemore : (made listen)

Pagan Pub  : Listen roll: someone hit the floor, either dropping from 
wounds or ducking/going prone.

Gary Nedler : Listen roll for Gary?  Or not necessary?

Pagan Pub  : *FLUSH*

Pagan Pub  : 3 dice damage, please.

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 3 100-sided dice:   42  90  3

Agent Fenemore : hit - miss - impale

Pagan Pub  : miss, no: DEX range.

OnlineHost : Mr Shiny rolled 3 10-sided dice:   5  6  6

Agent Fenemore : i stand happily corrected.

Pagan Pub  : Someone cries out, a woman's voice. Body hits the floor. You 
hear moans and forced breathing.

Agent Newcastle : I'll move toward body and feel for night vision 
goggles.

Pagan Pub  : "Please hurry, Gary, this could be real trouble!" No roll, 
Gary. What next?

Gary Nedler : Do I have any idea how many are behind door?

Agent Fenemore : I check for goggles - is either body carrying hand 
cuffs?

Pagan Pub  : [Sorry Newcastle, I lost track of you for a minute!]

Agent Newcastle : It is hectic isn't it?

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: body hit the floor, followed by...

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die:   67

Pagan Pub  : ...a soft WHUFT sound and a FLIK in the wall behind you. 
Another shot went off, missed you. What now?

Agent Newcastle : Drop to floor and fire back.

Pagan Pub  : Three rolls, Newcastle.

Agent Fenemore : Does that appear to be all - just the two?

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore: you find the bodies, and yes you find goggles. No 
cuffs.

Agent Fenemore : Put on goggles

Pagan Pub  : Gary: you sitting tight?

Gary Nedler : Go up to door, put ear to door, say in far off voice "Just 
a minute."

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 3 100-sided dice:   19  10  86

Agent Newcastle : What do you need for an impale?

Pagan Pub  : Two hits, third missed (you're moving too much to keep your 
mental image of where they are).
Pagan Pub  : 10 is impale for you.

Gary Nedler : How many of them are there, can I hear?

Pagan Pub  : Gary: no idea.

Gary Nedler : Fine.  Take cover, wait for them to break in.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 2 8-sided dice:   7  6

Pagan Pub  : 13 for Newcastle! Someone cries out and drops.

Pagan Pub  : Speaking of dropping: Newcastle & Fenemore give me CONx5 
rolls.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   47

Agent Newcastle : ThatŐs good

Agent Fenemore : Are they carrying any weapons - dart gun?  I take any - 
put towel over woman's wounds 

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore: you put on goggles, can see well. Two people, one 
male, one female, vaguely familiar
Pagan Pub  : from earlier tonight. Dart guns, also tasers & .32 
automatics holstered.

Agent Fenemore : (I assume otrher is dead) tell Starbird where she is and 
book down hall (with dart gun, my 
Agent Fenemore : ammo and any other weapons.

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore: CONx5 roll please.

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   29

Agent Fenemore : made it

Pagan Pub  : Gary: you've heard quite a bit of gunfire. Now you hear it 
from a few feet away; three shots burst
Pagan Pub  : through the door of the bathroom (this one ain't metal!). 
Give me a Luck roll.
OnlineHost : Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die:   50

Gary Nedler : Makes it.  Also I'm behind at least some cover.  Are they 
shooting lock, or through door?
Pagan Pub  : The shots miss wildly through door. The door flies open with 
a thunk.
Pagan Pub  : Okay, Fenemore. You're in the hall. You *think* Newcastle is 
to the right.

Agent Fenemore : Take dart gun, both tasers, 32 in holster & run down 
hall, my gun out

Agent Newcastle : I'll look for goggles now if I am done being shot at.

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: you feel okay, find goggles, can see.
Pagan Pub  : Fenemore: door open, feet poking out.
Pagan Pub  : Fenemore, Newcastle: you see each other. Give me a Luck roll 
and don't fumble.

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   76
OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   11

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore, Newcastle: you guys don't shoot each other. 
Confer, arm up, and move on.

Gary Nedler : As soon as door opens, BF gun whoever's there, and taser 
him, or anyone behind him.

Pagan Pub  : FLASH
Pagan Pub  : "FUCK!"
Pagan Pub  : BZZT
Pagan Pub  : FLUMP
Pagan Pub  : "FUCKER!"

Agent Starbird : {Nice job, Gary!]

Agent Newcastle : What is BF gun?

Gary Nedler : [Blinding Flash gun -- from Cthulhu Now -- no roll to hit, 
very cool <g>]

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die:   5
OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 8-sided die:   5

Pagan Pub  : Someone beyond the door shoots Gary for 5 points.

Gary Nedler : "Ow, man!"  [what about cover?]

Pagan Pub  : Gary: With a 5 to hit? I think not. ;-)

Agent Fenemore : To Gary!

Agent Newcastle : On to Gary's room.

Pagan Pub  : You do NOT know where he is; he came back later, due to the 
press conference.

Agent Newcastle : Do we hear gun fire?

Gary Nedler : "Ow, man."  In the flash, were they wearing gas masks?

Pagan Pub  : Their faces had something on them, gas masks, goggles, 
something.
Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: yes. Listen rolls for direction & proximity.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   76

Agent Newcastle : No good!

Pagan Pub  : Starbird!

Agent Starbird : Standing by.

Pagan Pub  : Not any longer.
Pagan Pub  : Half-dozen people running out from one building, firing 
automatic weapons, scurrying for cover.
Pagan Pub  : Fenemore: Listen roll, too.

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   80

Agent Fenemore : yes!

Gary Nedler : Can I make an IDEA roll?  If I don't think they had gas 
masks (I'm assuming night goggles ..
Gary Nedler : .. I'd like to hit them with red pepper mace, it may get 
more than one.

Pagan Pub  : Idea roll for Gary, yes.

OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   37

Gary Nedler : That makes it.  Okay, then, how many are there?  How many 
blinded?

Pagan Pub  : One other, who fired and got lucky. One down on the floor, 
tasered.

Gary Nedler : Fine, I taser the one other.

OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   9

Agent Newcastle : What about me?  If I see gas masks, I might get an idea 
that i need one too.

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore & Newcastle: you can both be wearing recovered gas 
masks if you wish, they had them.

Agent Newcastle : Yes, Sir.  Gasmasks for all.

Pagan Pub  : You two hear gun shots on this floor, but not sure where. 
What next?

Agent Starbird : What's our group's location and cover situation?

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: some funky tactical approach kind of thing. You 
can make mincemeat of these losers, BUT
Pagan Pub  : their appearance means your guys take cover and stop running 
-- they slow you down.

Gary Nedler : That's a taser impale at point blank range, BTW.  Yes!

Pagan Pub  : Gary: you are hell with a taser, pal. Second one down.

Agent Fenemore : I take a guess and run after gunshots

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore: impale an Idea roll. Otherwise, you take off 
running.

OnlineHost : Mr Shiny rolled 1 100-sided die:   87

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore: no dice, you run.

Agent Fenemore : (I take off running) 

Agent Newcastle : Do we have any idea where the Living Power stays?

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: nope.

Agent Starbird : I want 10 or so of our guys to stop and lay down pinning 
fire on the turkeys -- cover us so we can
Agent Starbird : keep moving toward where our friends are. 

Gary Nedler : Okay, get up cautiously, make sure no one else is in room, 
strip them, put on gas masks,
Gary Nedler : night goggles, but wear bright Hawaiin shirt of Gary's so 
he'll be recognized ..
Gary Nedler : .. and nunchuck each guy on the head once to keep him out.  
Or will gas do it?

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: you get to work.
Pagan Pub  : Gary: never hurts to be sure.
Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: with Fenemore? or different direction?

Gary Nedler : Do so.  Be sure to get key rings, ID badges, guns (take or 
break), what else do they have?

Pagan Pub  : Gary: they have crystals, of course, not much else.

Gary Nedler : Take all.  Actually, might as well handcuff them if they 
have them.  

Agent Newcastle : I'll head deeper into complex and look for Gary or 
Living Power
Agent Newcastle : Or anything fishy

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: you're in a smallish building, 2 stories tall. 
Stairs & elevator are nearby. This floor is
Pagan Pub  : just guest rooms/quarters.

Agent Newcastle : Head out of this building.

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: you run for the stairs.

Agent Newcastle : Sorry, Gary, but they might be destroying the only way 
to put that planet back! 

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: give me a Luck roll.

OnlineHost : The Gamer rolled 1 100-sided die:   41

Agent Starbird : no problem 

Pagan Pub  : Okay, your team takes out the six impediments quickly; 
they're fodder, with minimal skill.

Gary Nedler : "Sleep off your bad karma, man." :: thunk, thunk ::

Pagan Pub  : Gary, you get stuff together and knock out the bad guys.
Pagan Pub  : Fenemore, give me a Spot Hidden.

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: you'll be at the main building (not that big, 
offices & guest rooms & stuff) shortly.

Agent Starbird : Yay/

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   63

Agent Fenemore : made it

Gary Nedler : Gary goes (carefully) out in hall in goggles, Hawaiin 
shirt, and gas mask, and locks room.

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: you're on the stairs heading down.

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore sees Gary!
Pagan Pub  : Luck rolls for both of you please, don't fumble

Gary Nedler : If Gary blows it he BF guns Fenemore.

OnlineHost : Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die:   23
OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   6

Pagan Pub  : No prob, Gary, you're fine. Fenemore is even better!
Pagan Pub  : You guys are together.
Pagan Pub  : What now for you two?

Gary Nedler : "Fenemore, man, the vibes here are terrible. ...
Gary Nedler : The goggles go good with your white hair, though."

Agent Fenemore : "Let's get to the ground floor"

Gary Nedler : "Man, do they have any heavy armements here?  Like on the 
roof?  ...
Gary Nedler : .. Valiant could fly, man."

Pagan Pub  : Gary: not that you know of.

Gary Nedler : I think we should make for the roof.  Check stuff out, not 
likely to get 
Gary Nedler : accidentally shot at.
Gary Nedler : On purpose, more likely.
Gary Nedler : Oh yeah, Pagan, can Fenemore and Gary First Aid each other?


Pagan Pub  : Um, you don't really have any bandages or anything which 
would be of great help. You can try, but I
Pagan Pub  : need an impale to do any good.

Agent Fenemore : I'm not hurt, except for the dart.

Gary Nedler : Well, Gary's down to 5 points.  That's 3 points from 
unconsciousness.

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   11

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: you've reached the building. Front doors are all 
glass in glass wall.

Agent Starbird : In we go...

Pagan Pub  : How?

Agent Starbird : I was thinking of opening the door...

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: give me a Luck roll.

OnlineHost : The Gamer rolled 1 100-sided die:   3

Agent Starbird : No problema.

Pagan Pub  : Whew.
Pagan Pub  : Point man suddenly shouts: "WIRES! WIRES!"

Agent Starbird : Great. Just great.

Pagan Pub  : You get a better look and yeah, the front doors are wired to 
explode if opened. You can see the
Pagan Pub  : plastique on the inside of the door frame if you look close.


Agent Starbird : These guys don't play nice.

Agent Starbird : How many other buildings on the grounds? Is this the 
building where the other 3 guys are?

Pagan Pub  : This is the one you want, yeah.
Pagan Pub  : Okay: we need to call this a night here. We won't hit 
another good stopping point for a couple hours
Pagan Pub  : or so.

8/8/93 10:33:20 PM Closing Log file.


Call of Cthulhu Online Game
Sponsored by Pagan Publishing
Transcript of fourteenth session -- August 29th, 1993

--->Players
Don Rice-- Gary Nedler, new age bookstore owner and long-time govt. 
consultant
Mr Shiny-- Agent Fenemore, F.B.I. agent
Shaft10449-- Agent Newcastle, F.B.I. agent
The Gamer-- Agent Starbird, F.B.I. agent

--->Transcript
8/29/93 8:22:45 PM Opening "DG Game 14" for recording.

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle, you're racing down the hall to the front 
entrance.

Agent Newcastle : In a hurry!

Pagan Pub  : Are you wearing the night-vision goggles still?

Agent Newcastle : Yes, if it is still dark in the hall.

Pagan Pub  : No power on.
Pagan Pub  : Starbird: you or your man wearing goggles of any sort?

Agent Starbird : My guys who spotted the wire -- what kind of job is it? 
Pro? Sloppy? What?
Agent Starbird : Worth trying to disarm? Or should we try to find another 
way in and/or around? 

Pagan Pub  : It looks hurried. Goggles, Starbird?

Agent Starbird : Of course. We're the assault team. We're *very* well 
equipped.

Pagan Pub  : Shame.
Pagan Pub  : Starbird, roll a d30.

OnlineHost : The Gamer rolled 1 30-sided die:   23

Pagan Pub  : Okay.

Agent Starbird : Uh-oh. I saw "Patriot Games"...

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle's making for the entrance. Starbird & co. on the 
steps, spread out like good guys should be.
Pagan Pub  : Building directly across from you explodes.
Pagan Pub  : Newcastle, give me a CONx3 roll.
Pagan Pub  : Starbird, luck roll. 

Agent Starbird : Exsqueeze me?

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   63

Agent Newcastle : No dice!

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: blinded temporarily, you're in pain.

Agent Newcastle : ::rip off goggles and roll on floor::

OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   18

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: you were looking into the doorway so you aren't 
badly affected; maybe half-a-dozen of
Pagan Pub  : your men are out for a moment, but you've got better goggles 
than Newcastle and they cut out
Pagan Pub  : flares better.

Pagan Pub  : Unfortunately, though, Starbird & co. are well within debris 
radius.

Agent Starbird : Define "explodes," please. Single point blast (like our 
booby-trapped door),
Agent Starbird : or the whole damn place? And which building was it?

Pagan Pub  : Whole damn place. You think you hear screams. Living 
quarters & nursery.

Agent Starbird : Great. Just great.

Pagan Pub  : Choppers flare lights on the compound, three of them, coming 
up the highway.
Pagan Pub  : Sirens outside on the road.

Gary Nedler : "Terrible, there were women and children in there, man."

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: two luck rolls. One for yourself, one for your 
group.

Agent Starbird : First for me; second for group

OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   7
OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   63

Gary Nedler : Yeah!  Good roll. 

Agent Starbird : Geez, I'm a lucky sonuvabitch (so far)

Pagan Pub  : Okay, your group is struck with debris, bits of wood and 
stone and crap. You've probably lost
Pagan Pub  : three or four men, another six or seven are disabled.
Pagan Pub  : The rest took scratches, bruises, and cuts. It's hard to 
hear.
Pagan Pub  : The choppers come in over the compound. You see local PD 
emblems & markings. They're blaring 
Pagan Pub  : something over the loudspeakers but the ringing in your ears 
is still too great.

Agent Newcastle : Death seems to follow us like a homeless dog.

Agent Starbird : Nice line, Newcastle

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore & Nedler: you hear the choppers mouthing off about 
putting down weapons,
Pagan Pub  : hitting the ground, etc.

Agent Starbird : I assume we're wearing our snazzy blue windbreakers the 
bright yellow "FBI" on the back...

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: Yep.
Pagan Pub  : They're clearly addressing "Enolsis members".

Gary Nedler : Does it look like they're preparing to fire heavy weapons 
at the building we're in?

Agent Starbird : More fodder for The Living Power. I've never seen a 
helicopter crushed by a psychic blast before...

Pagan Pub  : Another building goes off, this one the 
administration/records/storage building about 
Pagan Pub  : 100 yards away.

Gary Nedler : "Fenemore, man, let's get outside before this building goes 
up."

Gary Nedler : (if Fenemore were here we'd probably be running around 
looking for TLP, but ...)

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: uh, this is definitely explosives responsible for 
the buildings going up. Just FYI.

Agent Starbird : Christ. I leave a team behind to defuse the door bomb 
and dissuade anybody on the inside
Agent Starbird : from blundering into it. The rest of us (I guess that's 
20 or so)
Agent Starbird : are headed for the building we think our friend The 
Living Power is in.

Agent SPagan Pub  : Newcastle: you can see more than spots now.

Agent Newcastle : I'm with Fenemore, find TLP

Pagan Pub  : That would be the Temple of Power.
Pagan Pub  : Where the press conference was held and stuff.

Gary Nedler : We're heading toward any door we can find, BTW.

Pagan Pub  : Nedler & Fenemore make their way through the building, 
heading down.
Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: you're up and dizzy.

Agent Newcastle : I'll look for a window to jump out of.

Gary Nedler : We'll do the same if necessary (but make sure not to get 
shot).

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: you see guys outside the front entrance doing 
something at the doors.

Agent Newcastle : Right, I still don't know about the bomb. 
Agent Newcastle : I guess i head to the door if I can see the FBI blazers


Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: Spot Hidden roll please.
Pagan Pub  : More light outside now, thanks to the burning building.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   95

Agent Newcastle : No luck tonight

Gary Nedler : Bad Spot Hidden roll, Newcastle.

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: they have guns and goggles, like your friends 
upstairs. They may have seen you!

Agent Newcastle : Run back upstairs!  Look for the others to warn them.

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle, Nedler: Luck rolls.

OnlineHost : Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die:   82

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   16

Agent Newcastle : yes

Pagan Pub  : That makes up for Nedler's roll.
Pagan Pub  : You guys meet up on the stairs again.

Gary Nedler : Okay, if I don't recognize Newcastle, well BF gun, then 
Taser.

Pagan Pub  : Nedler: half Idea roll.

OnlineHost : Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die:   96

Agent Newcastle : I tell him of the others with guns just waiting for us.  
Wait it's meeeeee!!!

Gary Nedler : "Look out Fenemore, there's one!" FLASH!  Zzzzt.
Gary Nedler : Gong!

Agent Starbird : <tee hee>

Agent Newcastle : Yow! 

Gary Nedler : Roll to hit with taser?

Pagan Pub  : Please.

OnlineHost : Gery Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die:   8

Pagan Pub  : Oh my.

Agent Newcastle : Ouuuuwwwwaaaaaaaaaa

Agent Starbird : <LOL>

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: Luck roll so you don't break something as you 
fall down the stairs unconscious.
Pagan Pub  : [Starbird: don't you wish you were inside with these guys?]

Agent Starbird : <Well, that's *one* way to keep him from setting off the 
bomb...>

Gary Nedler : Pagan: range on taser is short; if it's more than 20 feet 
or something ...
Gary Nedler : ... we would have shot him. <g> 

Pagan Pub  : No, close proximity.

Gary Nedler : Oh, good, I think.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   85

Agent Newcastle : Thund Thunk bam Pow

Pagan Pub  : Oh dear. Well, Nedler & Fenemore find Newcastle crumpled at 
the bottom of the stairs.

Gary Nedler : "Fenemore, man, that's Newcastle!  Bad scene.  Newcastle, 
are you okay?"

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore shakes his head.

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle breathes but not much else.

Agent Newcastle : This has been a bad night for me.

Gary Nedler : "Fenemore, man, you carry him.  I'm wounded."

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore checks him over briefly for injuries, finds none 
readily.

Pagan Pub  : "Where to?"

Pagan Pub  : [Starbird: Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut! Hut!"]

Agent Starbird : [So far, my prediction about things blowing up real good 
has come to pass. What next?]

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore hefts Newcastle over his shoulder. "Not much for 
combat effectiveness, but then again this
Pagan Pub  : building might blow up momentarily."
Pagan Pub  : "Suggest we get outside."

Gary Nedler : "Good plan, man."  :: Nedler rolls his eyes ::

Pagan Pub  : You guys head for the front door. Spot Hidden roll, Nedler.

OnlineHost : Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die:   56 

Gary Nedler : Missed it by 6.

Pagan Pub  : roll again for Fenemore.

OnlineHost : Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die:   71

Gary Nedler : Hmm.  I would guess probably not.

Agent Starbird : [Howzabout a roll for the guys outside seeing these 
bozos coming and warning them off?]

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: if you'll oblige...

OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   39

Pagan Pub  : Okay.

Gary Nedler : "Look out, man, they're waiting to get us! Duck!"

Pagan Pub  : Nedler & Fenemore: heading towards entrance, guys gathered 
around doing something.

Gary Nedler : "Do you still have your machine gun?"

Pagan Pub  : One of them spins around with a flashlight and points it at 
his back.

Pagan Pub  : "FBI" it reads.

Gary Nedler : "Oh, it's cool, man, they're FBI.  You don't have to shoot 
them."

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore looks disappointed.

Gary Nedler : "Man, FBI, it's us: Nedler, Fenemore and Newcastle! Can we 
come out, man?"

Pagan Pub  : One of them makes a hand signal, and another opens the door.


Agent Starbird : I thought Fenemore was the sensitive, psychic type...

Pagan Pub  : ...with a gun.
Pagan Pub  : "It's defused! Go, go, go!"

Gary Nedler : "Let's go man."  :: keep low, run to cover ::

Pagan Pub  : Nedler: Spot Hidden rolls for you and Fenemore.

OnlineHost : Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die:   72

OnlineHost : Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die:   78

Gary Nedler : No, and no. 

Agent Starbird : I hear on my wire that my three friends have managed to 
not blow themselves up,
Agent Starbird : and I am happy.

Pagan Pub  : Surprised, too, no doubt.

Agent Starbird : That too.

Agent Newcastle : You'll be the death of us yet!

Pagan Pub  : No, that's Nedler. ;-)

Agent Starbird : Nedler's the one tasering anything that moves...

Pagan Pub  : Okay, Nedler & Fenemore (with Newcastle) are outside and you 
crouch in the fountain.
Pagan Pub  : Curious; the colored flashing lights of the fountain are 
still operating.

Agent Starbird : [Portentious music sting here...]

Pagan Pub  : Nearby, the living quarters is belching out massive 
quantities of smoke and flame; it's hot out here.
Pagan Pub  : Starbird: luck roll.

OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   23

Agent Starbird : You betcha...

Pagan Pub  : Good!

Pagan Pub  : A green beam of light pops into being about twenty yards 
overhead and sweeps across part of your
Pagan Pub  : group.

Agent Starbird : Origin of beam?

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 8-sided die:   7

Agent Starbird : Like, where?

Pagan Pub  : That's how many of your men drop to the ground, smoking.

Agent Newcastle : Yow!

Agent Starbird : Define "smoking," please... 

Pagan Pub  : Smoking: they collapse without a sound and smoke rises from 
their bodies. Perhaps their fluids
Pagan Pub  : are boiling?

Agent Starbird : Perhaps I want my mommy...

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: you're coming awake.

Agent Newcastle : Great timing, can't I sleep just a little longer?

Agent Starbird : And where is the beam coming from?

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: beam cuts off after making the sweep. Give me a 
listen roll and a spot hidden roll.

Agent Starbird : Listen first, then Spot Hidden...

OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   98

OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   36

Agent Starbird : Didn't hear diddly. Missed the Spot Hidden by 6...

Pagan Pub  : One more roll for your group, please.

OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   24

Agent Newcastle : Go group!

Pagan Pub  : One of your men on the radio: "Lights, two o'clock high!"

Gary Nedler : "Where's Starbird, man?  Who's blowing up all these 
buildings?"

Pagan Pub  : Starbird, no doubt.

Agent Newcastle : "Oooohhhh"

Agent Starbird : {LOL]

Gary Nedler : "You guys shouldn't do an air strike without getting the 
children out first, man."

Gary Nedler : "It's bad karma."

Pagan Pub  : The guy who reported the lights wheels his rifle up and 
fires into the sky.

Agent Starbird : Checking two o'clock high...

Pagan Pub  : [Nedler: Starbird & co. are nowhere nearby, unless you're 
talking into Fenemore's wire.]

Gary Nedler : [talking to FBI men by fountain who just defused bomb] 

Pagan Pub  : Another Spot Hidden, at half again your normal score.

OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   64

Agent Starbird : Nope. 

Pagan Pub  : You can't see what he's shooting at. Two more of your men 
do, though, and they open fire.

[There is a brief break as the chat room is changed, and Mr Shiny logs on 
to play Agent Fenemore, who the Keeper has been running in his absence.]

Agent Newcastle : We are doomed!

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle, you're awake by the fountain. Flames, smoke and 
heat are overwhelming.

Pagan Pub  : About a half dozen FBI guys clustered around you.

Agent Newcastle : How mobile am I?

Agent Newcastle : Nedler Shot Me!

Agent Fenemore : why?

Agent Newcastle : And then I rolled down the stairs!

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore: you guys are in the circular drive outside the 
building.
Pagan Pub  : Two buildings have exploded, reason unknown.

Gary Nedler : "Anyone here have a first aid kit, man?"

Agent Fenemore : oh mistook you for a bad guy right 

Pagan Pub  : Starbird & friends are around someplace, you're not sure 
where.
Pagan Pub  : But six of his group are here with you.

Agent Newcastle : Right.  Buildings are going up left and right!

Agent Fenemore : waco!!!

Agent Fenemore : so we just got out, right?

Agent Newcastle : Right.  Hiding behind the fountain

Gary Nedler : "Newcastle, man, sorry, I thought you were a New Age 
zombie." 

Agent Newcastle : Pagan. can we get FBI jackets?

Gary Nedler : "Good idea, man."

Pagan Pub  : Nope, none handy.

Gary Nedler : "What about wounded or dead guys, man?"
Gary Nedler : There should be 6 or 7 guys out from the first explosion's 
debris.

Pagan Pub  : You hear automatic weapons fire from up the drive, towards 
the Temple of Power.

Agent Newcastle : None in our party, right?

Pagan Pub  : Six FBI guys have 'em. Fenemore has a submachine gun.

Agent Newcastle : Head that way with pistol drawn.

Agent Fenemore : I'm booking towards firefight

Agent Newcastle : Ditto

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore moves out; Nedler, Newcastle? FBI guys are holding 
tight here.

Agent Newcastle : Got to find TLP.

Gary Nedler : "We got to go where the action is, man."  But what about 
first aid?  Impossible?

Pagan Pub  : These FBI guys are bringing their buddies over to the 
median.

Gary Nedler : Also, there really ought to be some jackets around, unless 
their owners were buried.

Pagan Pub  : More gunfire up ahead.

Pagan Pub  : Jackets: if you want to strip the wounded FBI guys, but they 
may be injured.

Gary Nedler : You said there were about 6 dead guys, I think.  I don't 
want to strip wounded.

Pagan Pub  : Uh, you can grab their jackets if you wish. Back at the 
entrance to the building.

Pagan Pub  : Urgent -- FBI guy says "Got orders from Starbird to take 
this fountain out. Clear back! Clear back!"

Agent Fenemore : I clear back 

Pagan Pub  : You guys retreiving jackets then?

Agent Newcastle : What the hell,  I move out.

Pagan Pub  : [from building I mean, safe distance]

Gary Nedler : Only if it's safe.

Agent Newcastle : Yes, jackets 

Pagan Pub  : Okay, you're grabbing jackets.

Agent Fenemore : I just grab a cap

Agent Fenemore : and clear back

Gary Nedler : Then we get back.

Agent Newcastle : Right clear away.

Pagan Pub  : Alright. You've got your jackets, you're clear of the 
fountain. Heading after Starbird?

Agent Newcastle : Yes? 

Agent Fenemore : yup 

Gary Nedler : Yes

Agent Newcastle : If he's still alive.

Pagan Pub  : You guys race up the drive.

[Because StarbirdŐs player, The Gamer, had to host an online conference 
during the second half of our game session, the Keeper and Starbird 
played out the next few encounters via private messages. The following 
sequence is what occurred during the preceding time, up to the point 
where Starbird ordered his men to destroy the fountain.]

Agent Starbird : Sounds small and lethal. If I can see it, I blast it.

Pagan Pub: It's large and lethal.

Agent Starbird : Great. Just Great. Where's the heavy weaponry? Where's 
those three Tulsa PD choppers?

Pagan Pub: The thing is hovering about five feet off the ground. It 
resembles a massive insect with gigantic bat-like wings and numerous 
spindly legs.
Pagan Pub: All that really registers is the massive exposed brain and the 
glowing colored lights that dance across it, like those of the fountain.
Pagan Pub: It's cradling a tube-shaped thing close to its body that spits 
green light at two of your men and drops them.

Agent Starbird : Mi-go! Mi-i-i-go. Daylight come and me want to go 
home...

Pagan Pub: Body is maybe human-sized but very bulky; wingspan may surpass 
fifteen feet though.
Pagan Pub: What do you do?

Agent Starbird : I unload my 9mm auto into it, but if that seems to be 
less than effective, Plan B is to run like hell...

Pagan Pub: Gimme some rolls.
Pagan Pub: Other agents are firing as well.

Agent Starbird : How do I do that via Instant Message? Why don't you roll 
for me -- chance to hit with the 9mm is 74.

Pagan Pub: 53.

Agent Starbird : Yay! 3 shots per round, 1d10 damage each.

Pagan Pub: You and your buddies pour lead this thing's way. It makes some 
kind of sound and its brain flares brighter than ever, then it collapses 
to the asphalt.

Agent Starbird : Yay! Do I make the connection to the flashing lights at 
the fountain?

Pagan Pub: Idea roll..what's yours?

Agent Starbird : A stunning 85, thank you.

Pagan Pub: never mind, 37. You clue in.

Agent Starbird : I immediately call back to the team in the first 
building to take that fountain out. Blow it up. Smash it. Whatever.

Pagan Pub: In progress. You're about 30 yards from the temple.

The Gamer: Great. How's the attack on the fountain coming? And have I 
established any contact with the other three guys (maybe someone at the 
first building gave them a radio or something...)

Pagan Pub: Nope, they haven't thought of it. But one of your guys says 
they're on the way.

[And back to the rest of the group. The above encounter with Starbird was 
being handled simultaneously with the preceding section, but was 
presented separately here for clarity.]

Gary Nedler : First aid?  Or no time?

Pagan Pub  : Nedler, you're feeling your injuries. Getting short of 
breath. Yeah, you can pause for a minute and
Pagan Pub  : catch up if you wish. Probably a good idea.

OnlineHost : Don Rice rolled 1 100-sided die:   63

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore & Newcastle book along. Nedler takes a chill pill 
behind some bushes and gets bandaged.
Pagan Pub  : Fenemore & Newcastle: you come upon a bunch of FBI guys 
lying on the drive, smoking.

Pagan Pub  : SAN rolls, Fenemore & Newcastle. Something else here, too.
Pagan Pub  : There's a mass of smelly pink flesh here, or smelly pink 
something.
Pagan Pub  : What looks like the framework for wings projects up from the 
mass, with goo dripping off.
Pagan Pub  : You think you see a massive brain lying semi-exposed in the 
mess.
Pagan Pub  : It's collapsing as you watch.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   65

Agent Newcastle : A miss for me.

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 6-sided die:   6

Agent Fenemore : IDEA ROLL TIME!!!

Pagan Pub  : Idea roll, please, Newcastle.

OnlineHost : Shaft10449 rolled 1 100-sided die:   75

Pagan Pub  : Nope, you failed your idea roll -- perhaps it's a body from 
the explosion or something. Can't
Pagan Pub  : worry about it now!

Agent Newcastle : A logical explaination for everything.  Move out!

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore? SAN roll? 

OnlineHost : Agemt Fememore rolled 2 100-sided dice:   98  69

Agent Fenemore : oops - could I take the second? :}
Agent Fenemore : Well, lets call it a miss, shall we?

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 6-sided die:   4

Pagan Pub  : That's SAN loss for Shiny.

Gary Nedler : Can I use the radio while I'm being bandaged?  I want to 
call the helicopters and ...
Gary Nedler : .. ask what they see.

Pagan Pub  : You start trying to get through.
Pagan Pub  : Nedler: You reach the choppers. They're demanding your 
clearance or something.
Pagan Pub  : It's greek to you.

Gary Nedler : "Clearance for what, man?"
Gary Nedler : "It's the 4th of July down here, you want to add red tape 
too?  You're nuts man."

Agent Fenemore : "Hand me the radio"

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore: Nedler stayed behind to get first aid.

Agent Newcastle : He's not with us.

Agent Fenemore : ok - I just trot on then!!!

Agent Starbird : Hi. You guys miss me?

Pagan Pub  : Nedler: you yell at the radio a bit but they're demanding 
clearance or something.

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore & Newcastle depart the scene of the smoldering 
agents and pink mass of flesh.

Agent Starbird : Smoldering agents? What did I miss? 

Agent Fenemore : a lot!

Pagan Pub  : The guys hit by the beam.

Agent Starbird : Oh, them...

Gary Nedler : [to another FBI guy] "Do you understand this crap, man?"

Pagan Pub  : FBI guy takes radio and yells something into it. "Whattaya 
want to know?"

Gary Nedler : "What can they see, man?  Do they have infra red?  What's 
the layout?"

Pagan Pub  : FBI guy talks a little more. "There's a group attempting to 
escape on the west side, but the local
Pagan Pub  : PD have them collared. They want to know why we blew up the 
buildings."

Gary Nedler : "The police or the escapees, man?  It was the guys inside, 
not the FBI.  Bad scene."

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle & Fenemore: you reach the temple.
Pagan Pub  : Doors are wide open. Red pulsing light from within.

Agent Fenemore : not good

Agent Newcastle : Any sign of the others?  Any cultist bodies?

Agent Starbird : Nedler stayed behind? He's gonna miss all the *fun*...

Agent Fenemore : Any other doors/windows (if the front is open, that's 
what they'll expect - unless they just 
Agent Fenemore : don't care!) 

Pagan Pub  : Just the front, Fenemore.

Agent Fenemore : of course - Newcatsle you come in on the left

Agent Newcastle : :: carefully heads inside::

Pagan Pub  : Behind you, the fountain explodes.

Agent Newcastle : Good, for what ever that's worth.

Pagan Pub  : Nedler: Chopper guy yells "Was that you guys or them? What 
the hell are you people doing?"

Gary Nedler : "Man, it's the Enolsis guys.  They're killing people 
everywhere.  We blew the fountain."
Gary Nedler : Is my first aid done?  I want to join the others if 
possible.

Pagan Pub  : Nedler: you're about done. Not much time has passed.

Gary Nedler : [to chopper] "Stay in the air and keep moving, they might 
have artillery, man."

Gary Nedler : :: run to temple with any FBI guys that will come ::

Pagan Pub  : You get up and lumber off. One accompanies you; rest are 
securing area.
Pagan Pub  : Flashing lights coming in throught the gates -- PD backup.

Pagan Pub  : The temple is pyramid-shaped, about three stories tall.
Pagan Pub  : The inside is nearly all open space, one big room.
Pagan Pub  : The far wall is stunning.
Pagan Pub  : It appears to open directly onto space. There before you is 
a massive red planet, its surface
Pagan Pub  : boiling and rippling. Around it stretch a series of 
closely-spaced metal craft.

Agent Fenemore : Do i recognize it?

Pagan Pub  : The planet's surface coalesces into a massive eye-shaped 
discoloration.
Pagan Pub  : On second look, you realize that the far wall opens into 
some further structure not visible from
Pagan Pub  : the outside, and it is a giant window within *that* 
structure through which you can see the planet.

Agent Starbird : Oh, boy... this is going to make a *great* doctoral 
thesis ... provided I survive...

Agent Fenemore : Anyone else in here?

Pagan Pub  : You see Starbird and about a dozen agents a little ways 
ahead.

Agent Fenemore : "Starbird!!!!"

Agent Newcastle : walk in and yell to Starbird that we are here.

Agent Starbird : I turn, and motion my friends forward.

Agent Newcastle : We head forward

Agent Starbird : Continue our cautious approach. What's this about a 
second building?

Agent Fenemore : Psych on Starbird - does he seem ok?

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore: roll.

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   76

Agent Fenemore : no idea at all - I missed psych 101 that day

Pagan Pub  : It's peculiar; the image on the far wall is slanted towards 
you, like it was a projection on that
Pagan Pub  : wall. But it seems real.

Agent Newcastle : Is Starbird beyond the gate

Pagan Pub  : No.

Agent Newcastle : Starbird is still in the pyramid proper?

Pagan Pub  : Yep.

Agent Fenemore : we catch up to him

Pagan Pub  : Nedler: you're beating unsteady feet across the drive.

Agent Starbird : Was it The Living Power who gave the news conference 
earlier? Do we know what he/she/it looks like?

Pagan Pub  : Yes, it was him.

Agent Newcastle : We all know what he looks like.

Agent Fenemore : "Starbird - whatŐs the situation?" 

Agent Starbird : "What you see is what you get, Fenemore. Isn't this the 
thing from your dream?"

Agent Fenemore : PP It is isn't it?

Pagan Pub  : Yep.

Agent Fenemore : "Yep"

Agent Newcastle : What happened to the smoking agents, Starbird?

Agent Starbird : Some*thing* dropped them with some sort of ray gun... we 
blasted it, though...

Agent Starbird : It had the same kind of colored lights as at the 
fountain -- that's why I ordered
Agent Starbird : the fountain be toasted.
Agent Starbird : I figure'd there might be a connection.

Pagan Pub  : Nedler: hobble, stumble, hobble.

Pagan Pub  : By the time you're there, the FBI agent is helping you 
along.

Agent Fenemore : Well, let's blow this up too

Agent Starbird : That's worth considering...

Agent Newcastle : Pagan, did the fountain go up before or after we saw 
the pink mass? 

Pagan Pub  : After.
Pagan Pub  : No lights on the mass; it was dead. 
Pagan Pub  : Nedler, you enter the temple now.

Gary Nedler : [stumble, groan]  "Blow it up?  But this is our first proof 
of life on other worlds, man."

Agent Starbird : I think this is some sort of gate to the 10th planet ... 
a way for their allies here
Agent Starbird : on Earth to communicate with them... or something...

Agent Fenemore : "I'm more worried about life on this world right now." 

Agent Starbird : I'm still looking for some answers...

Pagan Pub  : Spot hidden from all, please.

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   87

Agent Fenemore : nope

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   95

Agent Newcastle : no

OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   85

Agent Starbird : Not even close...

OnlineHost : Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die:   14

Pagan Pub  : Hot damn.

Gary Nedler : yeah!

Gary Nedler : Spotted that Hidden.

Agent Newcastle : Go Gary!

Agent Starbird : [What we need is the big scene at the end where the 
gloating bad guy explains his plot in detail...]

Agent Newcastle : [You never get that in Call of Cthulhu!]

Agent Starbird : true enough...

Gary Nedler : "Man, what's that box over on that dolly over there?  Could 
be important, man."

Pagan Pub  : Nedler points out an aparently-abandoned dolly in the 
shadows with a cardboard box on it.

Agent Newcastle : ::go look at box on dolly::

Agent Starbird : Sure, why not? ::head over::

Pagan Pub  : Full of styrofoam pellets.

Agent Fenemore : Anything in the styrofoam?
Agent Fenemore : Any crystals about?

Pagan Pub  : Shiny: a crystal, big as Valiant's was, buried in the 
packing.

Agent Starbird : Great. Just great.

Agent Fenemore : Is it glowing?

Pagan Pub  : Nope.

Gary Nedler : "Don't touch that, man.  You could go nuts too."

Agent Newcastle : Are there any other furnishings in this pyramid?

Pagan Pub  : Other furnishings: Some rugs, paintings, crap like that.

Agent Newcastle : No chairs or anything?

Pagan Pub  : Not in sight. There are a couple doors on the side walls.

Gary Nedler : This crystal's got to have all the energy Enolsis has been 
siphoning off.
Gary Nedler : "I bet the aliens wanted this to power their planet, man."

Agent Newcastle : Please Gary!  Why would it just be sitting here?

Pagan Pub  : The box is big enough to hold perhaps a dozen like this one.


Agent Fenemore : If we destroy the crystal, could the released energy 
destroy this gate?

Gary Nedler : "Man, where are the others, though?" 

Agent Newcastle : With TLP!

Agent Starbird : Well, we could toss it through the gate, send it back to 
Planet 10. Or we could try to destroy it...

Agent Starbird : When Valiant's got blasted, what happened? Big 
explosion? Release of psychic energy? What?

Agent Newcastle : Not too big.  It shattered and a small explosion, but 
the energy was not in the crystal.
Agent Newcastle : At that time the energy was in Valiant.

Agent Starbird : OK. So TLP has all this energy. So where is he?

Agent Newcastle : Beyond the gate?

Pagan Pub  : Explosion outside; the building you guys were captives in 
just went up.

Gary Nedler : "Let's check those two doors first, man."

Agent Starbird : Tell me more about this two-building layout... any other 
doors?
Agent Starbird : What's the connection between the two buildings like?

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: not two buildings. Through the fourth wall, you 
can see more space beyond, as if there
Pagan Pub  : was another building there. But you know there isn't, at 
least not on this world.

Gary Nedler : "Starbird, man, open your mind.  That's a magical gate to a 
spaceship somewhere ... 
Gary Nedler : ... orbiting the 10th planet.  Cosmic, man."

Agent Starbird : Oh. What about the other doors? 

Agent Fenemore : I take point - open door on left

Agent Newcastle : One door at a time.  I back up Fenemore.

Pagan Pub  : Door on left: sound/light/control booth. Instruments, racks 
of CD players, video players,
Pagan Pub  : tapes, discs, etc. for doing services here no doubt.

Gary Nedler : Nedler gets out of the line of fire.

Agent Starbird : Cool. They got any Grateful Dead?

Agent Fenemore : anything on?

Pagan Pub  : Nothing playing, no; power seems to be out.

Agent Newcastle : Move to right door.

Gary Nedler : [Nedler still stays out of the line of fire]

Agent Starbird : :cover 'em:

Pagan Pub  : anteroom with two doors.

Agent Fenemore : door number 1

Gary Nedler : "You got any tear gas, man?  Like they used at Berkeley?"

Agent Starbird : "It's probably TLP's offices..."

Pagan Pub  : Storage. Boxes, rugs, crap like that.

Agent Starbird : "Or maybe not..."

Agent Newcastle : I'm going to stay near the gate.  Not leaving this 
room.

Agent Fenemore : (who has the crystal?) 

Pagan Pub  : Still in box, as far as I know.

Agent Newcastle : Our answer lies beyond the gate.

Pagan Pub  : In room: Nedler, Newcastle, FBI agent. In antechamber: 
Starbird, Fenemore. Right?

Agent Fenemore : right

Agent Newcastle : yes.

Agent Starbird : sure

Gary Nedler : Right.  Nedler has crystal also.
Gary Nedler : "Man, I hope I don't drop this crystal."  [Wraps it in 
something if possible]

Pagan Pub  : Uh, you can heft the box, which is bulky but not heavy.

Agent Newcastle : "Be careful Gary"

Gary Nedler : "Oh, man, I can just take this whole box."

Agent Newcastle : "you can wrap it in my jacket if you want."

Agent Fenemore : ok open door to the right

Pagan Pub  : Plush office. Two more doors as well. Looks like TLP 
central.

Pagan Pub  : One: closet. One: living quarters.

Agent Fenemore : no signs of anyone?

Agent Starbird : The private quarter of Mr. and Mrs. Power, and their 
three kids...

Pagan Pub  : The head of the living power sits on a make-up table. His 
body sits upright in the chair nearby.

Agent Starbird : Say what?!?

Pagan Pub  : The head is sitting about 15 degrees open, split along a 
seam of some sort.

Pagan Pub  : The stump of the neck of the body is metallic, with some 
sort of little glowing pods poking upward.

Agent Fenemore : (This is your brain... this is your brain on Yuggoth...) 


Gary Nedler : [into radio] "This is Nedler.  I think we need some backup 
and cars up here soon."

Agent Starbird : Is the brain gone?

Pagan Pub  : The head is a shell of some sort, hinged to open and hollow. 
Looks vaguely metallic inside with
Pagan Pub  : a fleshy covering and hair.

Agent Fenemore : Is there a pillow case nearby?

Pagan Pub  : Yup.

Agent Starbird : OK, so The Living Power is a construct of the 
inhabitants of Planet Ten,
Agent Starbird : holding a brain of unknown origin, now missing...

Agent Newcastle : Do you guys say anything?  I might find this 
interesting.

Agent Fenemore : I confiscate this evidence.

Gary Nedler : "Man, this isn't good.  If there's no one in here, there's 
no reason they won't blow it up."

Pagan Pub  : Incidentally, you find two more bodies and heads in a 
closet.

Gary Nedler : Of who?

Pagan Pub  : Identical.
Pagan Pub  : All The Living Power.

Agent Starbird : Great. Just great.

Gary Nedler : "Spares if his body got dirty, man."
Gary Nedler : "Or the batteries ran down." 

Agent Starbird : Any brains in any of these heads?

Pagan Pub  : No brains.
Pagan Pub  : Not even sawdust. 

Agent Fenemore : I put a bullet hole in each head

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore fires three times.

Agent Newcastle : No, don't shoot it!

Pagan Pub  : Spasms of light and power erupt briefly and then are silent.


Agent Fenemore : too late

Agent Starbird : The flying brain with the ray gun -- same size as might 
fit in these cases? 

Pagan Pub  : Uh, no, too big.

Agent Newcastle : I run in the room, when I hear gunshoots!

Agent Newcastle : Shots that is

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore is firing at some severed heads it seems.

Agent Fenemore : "hello" 

Gary Nedler : Look at bodies.  Do they open, or are they entirely 
mechanical all the way through?

Pagan Pub  : They don't open that you can tell in a cursory examination.

Agent Fenemore : I take one head 

Pagan Pub  : You're ahead.

Agent Newcastle : TLP has fled to the 10th planet.  We need to close that 
gate and find a way to stop that...
Agent Newcastle : planet. 

Agent Fenemore : The answer may be beyond the gate . . .

Agent Starbird : I've been hoping that won't be necessary...

Agent Newcastle : I will stop anyone who tries to shoot one of those 
bodies!

Pagan Pub  : What next?

Agent Fenemore : To Planet 10?

Agent Starbird : I think we may just have to see what's on the other 
side...

Agent Newcastle : I'll voluneteer to go through the gate.  We have to 
find out.

Agent Starbird : We should definitely all go, if we go at all...

Agent Newcastle : Is everyone willing to go?

Agent Fenemore : Let's go 

Agent Starbird : Yeah, reluctant but willing...

Pagan Pub  : The FBI agents inside will go where Starbird tells them.

Gary Nedler : "Where no man has gone before, man.  " :: hums Star Trek 
theme ::

Agent Starbird : "Come on, then. You'll have something to tell your 
grandchildren."

Agent Newcastle : I don't know if we all need to go.  It could be a 
horrible death.

Pagan Pub  : Famous last words. 

Agent Newcastle : There might not even be air.

Gary Nedler : "If there's not too much radiation out there, man."

Agent Newcastle : Can we be sure it is just a projection of the 10th 
planet?  And not open space?

Pagan Pub  : You can clearly see some structure beyond, within which is 
the big window
Pagan Pub  : where you can see the planet outside.

Agent Starbird : I think a bunch of cultists went through that gate... so 
we should, too.

Agent Fenemore : Well - we should send one person over to make sure it 
works
Agent Fenemore :  (all eyes turn to one of the unamed FBI agents)

Agent Newcastle : I'll go first, we can't sacrifice an agent.

Agent Newcastle : Slow down now.  We go one at a time and try to make 
sure we can get back.

Agent Fenemore : Okay - do we have a bit of rope? 

Agent Starbird : Not me. You think that'd do any good, anyway?

Gary Nedler : "Might as well take radios too, man.  If they work it would 
be cool."

Agent Newcastle : A radio is a good idea, but it probably won't work.

Agent Starbird : It'll work if a radio wave can travel through the gate 
like a material object. 

Agent Fenemore : But if the radio is suddenly several million miles away, 
we'll never get the signal...

Agent Starbird : Why don't we toss an inanimate object through and see 
what happens?

Gary Nedler : "And we should get backup agents here so no one comes by 
and shuts the gate."

Agent Newcastle : The last person through should bring the crystal.

Agent Starbird : :: crossing back to the AV room, grabbing a 
videocassette::

Pagan Pub  : Starbird, you know through contact with your men that the 
local PD is crawling all over the area. 
Pagan Pub  : You can get backup in here shortly, and you already have 
your 10+ survivors (forgot about 'em).

Agent Starbird : "We can go through. The base is secure. No one will 
"Close" the gate behind us."

Agent Starbird : :I toss the videocassette through the gate::

Pagan Pub  : Starbird chucks a tape at the wall. There's a brief glow and 
a ripple as it hits, and then it clatters
Pagan Pub  : to the floor beyond. You can hear it land.

Agent Newcastle : Wait, lets get a camera and record this for posterity!

Agent Starbird : Can we see it?

Pagan Pub  : Yep.

Gary Nedler : "Man, there ought to be some video equipment around here 
somewhere."  

Pagan Pub  : None with power.

Agent Starbird : Who wants to go first?

Agent Fenemore : Someone with a radio 

Agent Newcastle : I'll go in first if someone else will carry the 
crystal.

Gary Nedler : "I'll go man."

Agent Starbird : OK, Nedler. Grab a radio. Good luck.

Agent Fenemore : Make sure the radio works before he steps through

Pagan Pub  : Okay.

Gary Nedler : Do the police have any video cameras, or just polaroids?

Pagan Pub  : Nothing like that on scene yet.

Pagan Pub  : Unless COPS is here taping! ;-)

Agent Starbird : Lez go Lez go

Agent Newcastle : We can't wait! 

Agent Newcastle : Go Gary. 

Gary Nedler : "Checking, man."  [into radio, picks up crystal box] "Let's 
go."

Agent Newcastle : YouŐre bringing the crystal?
Agent Newcastle : I think we should make sure you don't die first.
Agent Newcastle : Let someone else bring the crystal after we know you're 
all right

Gary Nedler : I was taking the crystal to follow Newcastle like he asked.  
If he wants me to go first, ...
Gary Nedler : then _he_ gets the crystal.

Agent Newcastle : Oh, okay.  I thought you wanted to go first!
Agent Newcastle : I ain't taking no crystal, but I'll go first.

Gary Nedler : "Man, whatever.  But if you go first you should have your 
hands free."
Gary Nedler : "Let's go."

Agent Newcastle : Right, in I go. 

Pagan Pub  : Nedler following?

Gary Nedler : Gary follows with crystal in box.

Pagan Pub  : Okay.

Agent Newcastle : Not right away.

Gary Nedler : Um, if it's not too late Gary holds his breath.

Pagan Pub  : The two of them step into the wall, which glows and ripples 
around them.
Pagan Pub  : Where we will pick it up next time.

Gary Nedler : LOL!

Agent Newcastle : Oohhhh!!!!!!!!!!!

Agent Starbird : AAAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

Pagan Pub  : There being still a bit to do to finish this, and a bit of 
discussion for the aftermath as well.

8/29/93 10:44:13 PM Closing Log file.


Call of Cthulhu Online Game
Sponsored by Pagan Publishing
Transcript of fifteenth session -- September 20th, 1993

--->Players
Don Rice-- Gary Nedler, new age bookstore owner and long-time govt. 
consultant
Mr Shiny-- Agent Fenemore, F.B.I. agent
Shaft10449-- Agent Newcastle, F.B.I. agent
The Gamer-- Agent Starbird, F.B.I. agent

--->Transcript
9/20/93 8:52:13 PM Opening "DG Game 15" for recording.

Pagan Pub  : Okay we're ready to begin.

Agent Starbird : If the first two don't spontaneously combust or 
something, I'm going in and
Agent Starbird : motioning the dozen-or-so agents to follow...

Agent Newcastle : Wait until you know we can come back.
Agent Newcastle : No sense putting all our eggs, I mean agents, in one 
basket.

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle then Nedler steps through. Nedler holds a box 
containing the crystal.

Agent Starbird : How are the first two across? They seem OK? 

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle hits the floor.

Pagan Pub  : Nedler is okay.

Agent Starbird : Great. Just great.

Agent Newcastle : As in unconcious or to avoid bullets?

Pagan Pub  : As in a sack of potatoes.

Agent Newcastle : oh, my!

Pagan Pub  : Nedler staggers for a moment and goes pale, but straightens 
up and seems fine.

[Although the players didnŐt guess this, Agent Newcastle didnŐt have a 
high enough POW score to make it through the gate conscious. Nedler just 
barely did.]

Agent Starbird : Nedler's holding a crystal ... he also held his breath. 
Which is responsible, I wonder?

Agent Newcastle : Crystal, that's my guess.

Agent Fenemore : Try to reach them on radio
Agent Fenemore : "Nedler?"

Gary Nedler : [Nedler looks around, then kneels by Newcastle, slowly 
getting blue from holding his breath]

Pagan Pub  : No dice on the radio.
Pagan Pub  : You can see each other, of course.

Agent Fenemore : I wave, does Nedler seem to see me?

Agent Starbird : I motion for them to come back.

Gary Nedler : [Nedler holds box with one hand, puts Newcastle's hand on 
box with other. :: very blue :: ]

Agent Fenemore : I radio for breathing equipment

Gary Nedler : [Nedler shakes his head, waves his arms, shouting, you make 
out the word "man".]

Pagan Pub  : LOL

Agent Fenemore : "Where is that breathing apparatus?"

Agent Newcastle : How blue is Gary?

Agent Fenemore : Do I still have my 'undercover' crystal?

Agent Starbird : I do my best pantomime, trying to communicate to Nedler 
that he should drag Newcastle back...

Gary Nedler : [Gary's breathing heavily, starts beckoning to come on, 
then holds hand out palm forward ...
Gary Nedler : ... shaking his head.]

Agent Newcastle : Wouldn't we all have our 'undercover' crystals?

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: Yes, you and Fenemore are wearing crystals, as is 
Nedler in addition to the one he
Pagan Pub  : carries.
Pagan Pub  : Starbird is not, unless he has the one recovered originally.


Agent Starbird : But of course... ;-) 

Pagan Pub  : I think you do, Starbird, to be honest. No prob.

Agent Starbird : Head shake: An up-down "yes" shake? Or a side-side "no" 
shake?

Gary Nedler : [(side to side) Gary puts box down, inspects himself, makes 
okay sign, shoves box ...
Gary Nedler : ... back through portal (but not himself) ]

Agent Newcastle : Puts down box????????

Pagan Pub  : The box pops through on the Temple side of the gate.

Agent Newcastle : How's Gary?

Agent Starbird : Maybe the crystal is like a ticket -- it gets you there, 
but once there, you don't need it to stay? 

Pagan Pub  : The other FBI agents are clearly agitated. To Starbird: 
"Sir, does that man need medical attention?"
Pagan Pub  : Note that Newcastle IS wearing a crystal.

Gary Nedler : [Gary points at box, mimes lifting, beckons to come on, 
points all around him, ...
Gary Nedler : ... beckons to come on again.] 

Agent Fenemore : Sounds like a good idea - we could go over one at a time 
with the crystal - be careful 

Agent Starbird : One way to find out: I pick up the box and step through.


Pagan Pub  : Starbird steps through the gate.

Agent Newcastle : Would someone like to help me?

Agent Fenemore : it may get 'used up' - maybe it give the energy to cross 
. . .

Agent Fenemore : so what happens to starbird?

[The Keeper informed Newcastle, Nedler and now Starbird of what happened 
when they crossed through in private.]

Pagan Pub  : Tell them.

Agent Starbird : [Starbird staggers, much like Nedler did, but recovers 
quickly.]

Agent Fenemore : are they paying any attention to newcastle?

Agent Starbird : Checking out Newcastle ... what's his condition?

Gary Nedler : "He's out, but okay, man.  Check him out."

Agent Fenemore : I tell the agant with the biggest gun to come over after 
me - I motion for the box

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle is alive and breathing.
Pagan Pub  : But unconscious.

Agent Starbird : How nice.
Agent Starbird : Time to push the box back across to the other side, I 
guess...

Agent Fenemore : (those gates just eat up magic points don't they!)

Agent Starbird : Tell me about my new surroundings -- anything that 
wasn't apparent from the other side?

Agent Fenemore : I take it and jump across - push it back for the next 
agent

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore jumps through.

Gary Nedler : Nedler tries to stop him from jumping across "Wait Man!"

Pagan Pub  : He staggers a bit and feels weak.

Pagan Pub  : All four of you are now on the other side of the gate.

Agent Starbird : "Wait? Why? What's going on?"

Gary Nedler : "Whoa, man, flashing, thought you were on this side man."

Agent Fenemore : Gary, what's the matter?

Gary Nedler : "I'm cool, just a little disoriented is all.  No problem, 
man."

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore pushes the box back through for another agent to 
use.
Pagan Pub  : The four of you are breathing and alive, although Newcastle 
is unconscious.

Agent Fenemore : I push the box back for a big-gunned agent

Agent Starbird : Any chance of reviving Newcastle?

Agent Fenemore : "He looks to be in good helth - I think he'll come 
around"

Pagan Pub  : You're standing in a large open area within some sort of 
high-tech (but not human-tech) structure.

Agent Newcastle : Not in this life time.

Agent Starbird : C'mon, this is the big finish! The GM wouldn't let you 
lie unconscious for the duration, would he?

Gary Nedler : "Man, try some first aid."

OnlineHost : Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die:   60

Gary Nedler : (no good)

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   100

Agent Newcastle : Thanks Shiny!!!!

Gary Nedler : (Good fumble, Shiny!)

Agent Fenemore : I accidentally cut off his head

Agent Starbird : Fenemore! What are you doing?!?

Agent Fenemore : "Gee, I thought that would help!"

Gary Nedler : "Man, it's cool, let him wake up naturally, Kyle."

OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   45

Agent Starbird : Starbird made his roll by 25

Pagan Pub  : Well, you guys fuss about but he has no physical injuries. 
Starbird treats Newcastle for shock,
Pagan Pub  : and Fenemore un-treats him for shock, and the end result is 
0.
Pagan Pub  : Zilch, that is.

Agent Starbird : Let's keep him comfortable, and see if he's any better 
by the time the rest of the agents

Agent Starbird : make their way across.

Pagan Pub  : Okay.

Pagan Pub  : The other FBI agents begin coming through.
Pagan Pub  : Two of them drop unconscious.
Pagan Pub  : The rest are tired but okay.

Agent Starbird : Even with the crystal?

Pagan Pub  : Yep, remember that Newcastle had a crystal too.

Agent Starbird : Yeah, but he didn't have *the* crystal that we found in 
the room... I thought that one 
Agent Starbird : might be special in some way.

Gary Nedler : Gary makes a closer inspection of room, but doesn't touch 
anything ...
Gary Nedler : ... looking for doors, buttons that say "Destroy Earth", 
that kind of thing.

Pagan Pub  : The chamber is about 40'x40'. One side is all transparent, 
through which you can see the massive

Pagan Pub  : red planet and the ring of structures/satellites like this 
one that reaches around the planet.

Agent Starbird : Cool.

Pagan Pub  : There are panels in the wall that pulse with color.
Pagan Pub  : A strange throbbing vibration reverberates through the 
satellite.
Pagan Pub  : (the vibration isn't new, it's been here since you arrived)
Pagan Pub  : There are two wall sections about 8' off the ground that 
have a strange gelatin-like translucence.
Pagan Pub  : They're about 12' in diameter.
Pagan Pub  : On opposite walls

Gary Nedler : "Trippy, man."
Gary Nedler : The transparent section -- does it seem to be glass, or a 
portal like we just came through?

Pagan Pub  : Translucent, not transparent. Dimly glowing, can't see 
through it to any real extent.

Gary Nedler : I meant the transparent section that looks down on the 
planet.

Pagan Pub  : Oh, that. No, you can see where it is attached to the main 
part of the structure.
Pagan Pub  : Your basic big window, or Star Trek viewscreen, or whatever.

Pagan Pub  : POWx3 rolls from Nedler and Fenemore, please.

OnlineHost : Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die:   34

Gary Nedler : That makes it by 11 (whew)

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   47

Agent Fenemore : made it

Agent Starbird : Is Newcastle or the other two unconscious agents up and 
about yet?

Pagan Pub  : Nope, not yet.

Agent Newcastle : That explains why I went down.  My Pow is very low, 
only 9.
Agent Newcastle : You guys are POW monsters.

[Newcastle guesses right!]

Agent Starbird : What else is here? Doorways? Openings? Corridors?

Pagan Pub  : Nothing else besides the glowing color panels (six of them, 
about four feet in diameter on one wall)
Pagan Pub  : and the two translucent 12' diameter panels on opposite 
walls.

[Since Fenemore & Nedler have been established as psychically sensitive 
somehow, the Keeper informs them in private that they can feel a 
tremendous amount of magical energy flowing from the orbiting station 
theyŐre in down into the planet.]

Agent Fenemore : There's a lot of power building up here, folks
Agent Fenemore :  - I point to the spot where its coming from

Gary Nedler : "Man, feel the major vibes coming from this wall.  Gives me 
a headache, man."
Gary Nedler : "Well, maybe not a headache exactly, but it's a strong 
psychic force, man ...
Gary Nedler : ... sort of like a mantra only way more powerful."

Agent Fenemore : ItŐs a constant flow into the planet
Agent Fenemore : "They must be channelling the collected energy to the 
planet - I think we need to destroy 
Agent Fenemore : these satellites 
Agent Fenemore : but how?"

Agent Newcastle : We are out here in space.  This is their ballgame.  I 
don't think we can.

Agent Fenemore : "Maybe if we take out those panels . . ."

Gary Nedler : "Destroy this, man?  Think of the applications.  No 
automobiles, no pollution."

Agent Starbird : Wait a minute. What do we have to base any of this on?

Agent Fenemore : "I can feel it"

Agent Newcastle : Ohhh.  What hit me?
Agent Newcastle : ::wiggle wiggle::

Agent Starbird : Newcastle! How do you feel?

Agent Newcastle : Low down and beaten. 

Agent Fenemore : "Oh, Newcastle - you had a rough trip"

Agent Starbird : Well, we could empty our weapons into anything that 
looks remotely vital and see what happens...
Agent Starbird : ... just a thought

Agent Newcastle : And we could die like dogs in a vacuum.

Agent Starbird : No, no, we jump back through the gate just before it 
blows up...

Gary Nedler : "We need a better plan of attack than that."

Agent Newcastle : I've had enough of this lying on the ground, 
motionless.  I say we take it easy.  Be careful

Gary Nedler : "If we just blow this thing up, we can't get back, and the 
planet's still out here ...
Gary Nedler : ... coming towards earth, man."

Pagan Pub  : [enjoying this debate tremendously]

Agent Starbird : OK, a more careful approach. We toss a couple of 
inanimate objects into the gelatinous
Agent Starbird : panels and see what happens. 

Agent Fenemore : "We need to disable the flow of power" 

Agent Starbird : "What flow of power? For all I know, this could be a bad 
soundtrack."

Gary Nedler : Pagan, were there any obvious doors?

Pagan Pub  : No openings per se, no.

Agent Newcastle : How many of these satelites/energy pods can we see?

Pagan Pub  : Six, including yours, but they apparently circle the planet 
and you're pretty close. Maybe 12, 18
Pagan Pub  : altogether?

Gary Nedler : "Man, if you want to get all these satellites, we need some 
serious artillery ...  
Gary Nedler : ... Nothing like these tiny guns." 

Agent Newcastle : There should be an exit.  That thing probably came 
through here.  Or it's still on the loose 

Gary Nedler : "Could those gelatinous panels be alien doors, man?"

Agent Newcastle : Hey, I thought these were bad enough for your cosmic 
vibe, man!
Agent Newcastle : Now you want big guns?

Gary Nedler : "Feel that planet.  It's not friendly."

Agent Starbird : "Here's an idea. We leave. We get a *really* big bomb. 
We set the timer. We push it through the gate. 
Agent Starbird : Goodbye sattelite."

Agent Newcastle : I'll bet they can fly.  Like a big mosquito that lives 
in robot heads.

Agent Newcastle : Like a nuke?  How are we going to justify that?

Agent Starbird : Nope. Not a nuke. But a large conventional explosive 
should do it.

Agent Fenemore : "Well, there's only one way to find out. Agent, get me 
up on your shoulder." to nameless 
Agent Fenemore : agent 

Pagan Pub  : Agent Frederick hoists Fenemore up to....where?

Agent Fenemore : over to the gelatanous panel Frederick"

Gary Nedler : Hmm.  Pagan, any _small_ openings of any kind?

Pagan Pub  : Nedler: Nope.

Gary Nedler : "Nuking just this one satellite probably isn't enough, man.  
How do we know ...

Gary Nedler : ... they can't open a portal from any of them?"

Agent Newcastle : But there are 10 or so more that we can see.

Agent Fenemore : "But if this satellite is channeling energy, what are 
the others doing?"

Agent Newcastle : The same thing probably.  All these Cthulhu baddies 
have nothing better to do than destroy
Agent Newcastle : us humans.

Agent Starbird : Maybe it's a network -- take down one, and the whole 
thing collapses.

Gary Nedler : "Pretty lame network, man."

Pagan Pub  : Frederick hoists Fenemore up to one of the two translucent 
panels. Fenemore, you're at the right
Pagan Pub  : height. Now what?

Agent Newcastle : I stand back

Gary Nedler : Gary covers his ears.

Agent Fenemore : I take my crystal and prod it into the membrane or 
whatever

Agent Starbird : Starbird holds his breath.

Agent Newcastle : Oh my.
Agent Newcastle : Prodding into membranes is never a good idea.

Agent Starbird : I know I don't like it when *my* membranes get prodded 
into...

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore vanishes.

Agent Newcastle : Ye-ow!

Agent Starbird : Great. Just great.

Pagan Pub  : The membrane glows briefly as this occurs.

Agent Fenemore : bye!

Agent Newcastle : I told ya, I told ya.  Never prod another man's 
membrane!

Agent Starbird : Define vanishes: Fade out? Sucked into membrane? Folded 
in on himself? Gone in a flash?

Agent Starbird : And what about Frederick?

Pagan Pub  : Frederick is here, he's fine. Scared, but fine.

Gary Nedler : "Fenemore might be passed out on the other side, man."

Agent Starbird : Is Fenemore still wearing that one-way wire? If so, what 
do I hear?

Gary Nedler : (smart, Gamer!)

Agent Fenemore : "I think I'm on the next satellite - I'm ok"
Agent Fenemore : (over radio)

Gary Nedler : "Whoa, man, 90 second delay."

Agent Newcastle : Alllllriiiight!   This explosives idea might work after 
all!

Agent Starbird : "Fenemore says he's OK -- those things are portals to 
other satellites, apparently."

Gary Nedler : How many agents are there, Pagan?

Agent Starbird : 16 total, I think, right?

Pagan Pub  : Yep.

Gary Nedler : Be awfully convenient if that amounted to one per 
satellite.  Just kidding. <g>

Agent Fenemore : "We could take all these out if we got enough remote 
detonators - we could send the agent 
Agent Fenemore : who made the trip the easiest back for them."

Gary Nedler : Hmm, Pagan, did Fenemore remember to take a 2-way radio?

Pagan Pub  : Yes, he did.

Agent Fenemore : (Pagan - there is no gate to earth in this satellite, is 
there?)

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore: Nope.

Gary Nedler : "Kyle, man, how tough was it stepping through this portal?  
You okay?"

Agent Starbird : I'll try to call Fenemore, then...
Agent Starbird : "Kyle? Are you OK?"

Agent Fenemore : "I'm fine - its much like where you are - nothing 
unpleasant at all."

Pagan Pub  : The other membrane pulses. Something comes through.
Pagan Pub  : SAN rolls, please.

Gary Nedler : [oh, s**t]

OnlineHost : Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die:   24

Gary Nedler : Cool, made it!

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   21

Agent Newcastle : Got it!

OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   57

Agent Starbird : Made it!

 Agent Fenemore : me too?

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore: Nope, nothing evil where you are! ;-)

Agent Starbird : "Is there a portal like the one we came through?"

Agent Starbird : Did our new friend come in on the same side that 
Fenemore left through, or the other one?

Gary Nedler : Other one, I think.

Pagan Pub  : Other one, yes.

Pagan Pub  : Starbird recognizes it.
Pagan Pub  : It's a massive glistening roll of spongy flesh, with a huge 
brain-like appendage at the "front."

Agent Starbird : Great. Kind of a flying brain sac, lots of pulsing 
colors, big gun?

Pagan Pub  : There are numerous hideous appendages, some moving as if to 
keep it aloft although aerodynamically
Pagan Pub  : it ain't possible.

Gary Nedler : "Yuck, man, that's disgusting.

Pagan Pub  : The brain is pulsing different colors very quickly. The 
thing makes a bizarre chittering noise and
Pagan Pub  : levels some sort of metal tube in your direction. It's about 
9' in diameter, including appendages.

Agent Newcastle : Drop to ground and open fire, asap. 

Agent Starbird : If that tube is pointed *anywhere* near me, I duck and 
roll.
Agent Starbird : And fire, of course.

Gary Nedler : Gary fires first thing at hand.  BF gun?  Or taser?

Pagan Pub  : Nedler: Taser, not close enough.

Gary Nedler : BF gun, and hit floor.

Pagan Pub  : The other FBI agents who were with Starbird respond with a 
hail of automatic weapons fire.
Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: roll, please. Full auto? Single shot?

Agent Newcastle : Full auto 

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   88

Agent Newcastle : Well, at close range?

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: this room is 40' in diameter and you're clustered 
by the far wall where Fenemore went
Pagan Pub  : through the membrane. No dice.

Gary Nedler : Oh, if we're that far away BF gun is no good.  Just drop to 
ground.

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: you're doing some funky stuff on the floor.

Agent Fenemore : "Hello?"

Agent Starbird : "We got company, Kyle. Stand by."

Agent Fenemore : "Ok - you need help?"

Agent Starbird : "Yeah. Get back here if you can."

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die:   53

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die:   68

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die:   12

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die:   13

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die:   19

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die:   62

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die:   99

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die:   90

Agent Newcastle : Oh, my

Pagan Pub  : Eight agents get their weapons brought to bear and open up 
this round.

Pagan Pub  : Three of them get solid hits, with bursts splatting into the 
thing.

Pagan Pub  : Four others are slow to respond for various reasons.

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   56

Agent Fenemore : missed my jump - no footstools nearby?

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die:   80

Pagan Pub  : The bursts throw the creature off balance. It spins in space 
for a moment, as a green beam bursts
Pagan Pub  : from the tube and lacerates a section of the wall. God 
forbid it should hit the window -- or your
Pagan Pub  : bullets, for that matter. You don't know how strong the 
window is.

Agent Fenemore : let me know when I can try jumping again

Agent Starbird : Great. Just great.
Agent Starbird : Maybe we should bring flamethrowers next time...

Pagan Pub  : New round.
Pagan Pub  : Starbird can fire. Newcastle can fire.
Pagan Pub  : The same 8 agents open up again.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   71

Agent Newcastle : Darn.

OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   24

Agent Starbird : Nailed it.

Pagan Pub  : How many shots -- a burst, Starbird?

OnlineHost : The Gamer rolled 2 100-sided dice:   93  32

Agent Starbird : Actually, hit it twice out of three shots with a 9mm

OnlineHost : The Gamer rolled 2 10-sided dice:   3  5 

Agent Starbird : 8 points damage

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 8 100-sided dice:   58  18  39  54  51  60  
34  61
OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die:   38

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   95

Agent Fenemore : oof!  white men can't jump!

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 12-sided die:   10

Pagan Pub  : The thing makes a horrific piercing screech as the beam 
sweeps across the group.

Agent Starbird : When we come back with our little "sow bombs throughout 
the network" plan, let's remember
Agent Starbird : to bring ladders...

Pagan Pub  : Eight agents go down. Three are obviously toast. Luck rolls 
from the three of you, please.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   86

Agent Newcastle : No, sir.

OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   63

Agent Starbird : Made it, but not by much...

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die:   63

Pagan Pub  : Misses Newcastle, Starbird.

Agent Starbird : I hope there aren't too many more of these. (*None* 
would be a good number...)
Agent Starbird : It seems like one is about all we can handle.

Agent Newcastle : True.

Pagan Pub  : Whilst we wait, Idea rolls please.

OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   66

Agent Starbird : Made it.

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   59

Agent Newcastle : Yes. 

Gary Nedler : Luck first, then Idea.

OnlineHost : Gary Nedler rolled 2 100-sided dice:   91  91

Gary Nedler : Gong! x 2

Pagan Pub  : That's the wind-up, here's the pitch...

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 100-sided die:   100

Pagan Pub  : Oh shit!

[The beam weapon carried by the Mi-Go explodes due to the fumbled roll.]

Agent Newcastle : ha-ha

Agent Newcastle : Gun blow up, go BOOM

Pagan Pub  : No shit!

Agent Starbird : Whatta break! You're living right, Nedler...

Pagan Pub  : Damn shame you're in the blast radius.

Agent Newcastle : oh, no.

Agent Starbird : Oops. Check that...

Pagan Pub  : Someone shot up the ray gun and it erupts in a tremendous 
burst of force.

Gary Nedler : Wouldn't it be cool if our crystals helped us?  Not for the 
agents, though.

Agent Newcastle : Cool, but unlikely. 

Pagan Pub  : The creature is incinerated.
Pagan Pub  : The window by which it was floating suddenly bulges outward.

Pagan Pub  : The membrane behind it ruptures.

Agent Newcastle : oh, my

Pagan Pub  : The walls around it shatter.

Agent Starbird : Great. Just great.

Pagan Pub  : Idea rolls, all.

Gary Nedler : I hate it when this happens.

OnlineHost : Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die:   23

Gary Nedler : Made it!

OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   42

Agent Starbird : Made it.

Agent Newcastle : Run for the gate to earth.  Run away.

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle is excused from making his Idea roll.
Pagan Pub  : Your Idea roll tells you: get the fuck out. Get the fuck out 
right now.

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   1

Agent Fenemore : whamp! there it is!

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore: your Idea roll of 1 entitles you to the 
realization that there is a massive red line
Pagan Pub  : forming across the surface of the planet, and that it is in 
fact a massive eye that is opening.

[The 10th planet is in fact the living planet Nemesis, first described in 
ChaosiumŐs SPAWN OF AZATHOTH campaign.]

Gary Nedler : "Man, it's gonna blow!  Run for the gate or it's early 
karmic payback, man!"

Agent Starbird : I yell into the radio, "Decompression! We're bailing!" 
and run for the gate.

Pagan Pub  : It is, in short, alive and sentient.

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   54

Agent Fenemore : missed my damn jump!

Agent Starbird : "Agents! We are leaving!"

Agent Fenemore : "Throw a rope!"

Pagan Pub  : DEXx5 rolls, please, except for Fenemore.

Agent Fenemore : (jump again?)

Pagan Pub  : SAN roll, Fenemore.

OnlineHost : Gary Nedler rolled 1 100-sided die:   25

Gary Nedler : Made it.

Pagan Pub  : Nedler is through the gate.

OnlineHost : Agent Starbird rolled 1 100-sided die:   33

Agent Starbird : Made it.

Pagan Pub  : Starbird is through the gate.

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   72

Agent Newcastle : Goodbye Fenemore.  We'll miss you

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   76

Agent Newcastle : No, not quite.

Gary Nedler : "Wait, isn't Fenemore coming?  Don't leave Kyle, man."

Pagan Pub  : Two agents have their wits about them and aren't 
wounded/unconscious and they go through as well.

Agent Fenemore : do I maybe take san anyway?

OnlineHost : Pagan Pub rolled 1 6-sided die:   3

Pagan Pub  : 3 points.

Agent Starbird : Two? The other 10 are in deep space kimchee?

Pagan Pub  : Three agents were killed, seven were wounded/unconscious 
from the beam, two were insane.

Agent Fenemore : jump again?

Pagan Pub  : Jump again.

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle: Luck roll, for real.

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   97

Agent Fenemore : tsz 56kleoufytdiys7xsitu5 

Agent Fenemore : "Guys?"

OnlineHost : Agent Newcastle rolled 1 100-sided die:   86

Agent Newcastle : crap

Pagan Pub  : On the other side of the big gate, Starbird, Nedler, and two 
agents see the window buckle and erupt.

Gary Nedler : "Bummer, man, we should have gone through to get him."

Pagan Pub  : Newcastle is stumbling towards the gate.
Pagan Pub  : Suddenly it looks like he's running into the wind -- pumping 
his legs but getting nowhere.
Pagan Pub  : For a moment you see him lifted off the ground, an 
expression of pure horror on his face.

Agent Starbird : Oh, man...

Pagan Pub  : Then the wall of the gate buckles and it goes dark.

Pagan Pub  : You can no longer see into the satellite. It's very quiet.

Agent Newcastle : Waaaa, I died!

Agent Fenemore : well - I am still alive - someday astronauts will 
discover my remains

Agent Newcastle : ha-ha, at least I'm dead now

Agent Starbird : Yeah, but it was a *great* death -- explosive 
decompression millions of miles from home!

Agent Newcastle : True, a fine end for Newcastle

Agent Fenemore : I spend all my remaining time and ammunition jumping 
from one satellite to the next and 
Agent Fenemore : killing Mi-go - try to blow it all up

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore: the membrane is no longer translucent. It dims and 
hardens.
Pagan Pub  : The other one, of course, is fine.

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   97

Agent Fenemore : I STILL CAN'T MAKE THAT FUCKING JUMP!!!! 

Gary Nedler : "Well, Newcastle and Fenemore and the other agents did a 
good job ...
Gary Nedler : ... tell their families they died saving the earth, man."

Agent Newcastle : No, tell them they got hit by a bus.

Agent Starbird : So the satellite is destroyed, and our gate to that 
system gone with it...

Gary Nedler : What system?  The planet is still coming towards earth, I 
think.

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   75

Agent Fenemore : shit

OnlineHost : Agent Fenemore rolled 1 100-sided die:   44

Agent Fenemore : yes yes yes yes 
Agent Fenemore : I'm into the next satellite

Pagan Pub  : Fenemore is in the next satellite.

Agent Starbird : "If they did... you said yourself, Gary, that if 
knocking out one satellite killed the network,
Agent Starbird : it wasn't much of a network."

Gary Nedler : "Yeah, but don't tell them they got hit by a bus.  It's 
ignoble, man."

Agent Newcastle : I don't want my relatives involved in this.

Agent Starbird : Eventually, one of those flying brain/tentacle things 
with the big gun is going to find poor Kyle...

Agent Fenemore : same thing? 

Pagan Pub  : Yep. 
Pagan Pub  : Essentially, Starbird is right. You're going to meet up with 
a number of people who will
Pagan Pub  : toast you after some chunky combat.

Gary Nedler : Hmm.  Any orbital viewing equipment in control room?

Pagan Pub  : Nope, no viewing equipment.

Agent Newcastle : Don't tell my family anything!  At least let them stay 
ignorent of the Mythos.

Agent Fenemore : of course - our curtain falls on poor kyle, jumping and 
shooting, jumping and shooting

Pagan Pub  : God, what a bummer.

Gary Nedler : Go outside and look towards planet.  "Kyle's up there, 
man."

Agent Newcastle : And my corpse! 

Agent Starbird : What's the latest from old Gaston about the 10th planet?

Agent Starbird : And how's mop-up operations here at Enolsis?

Agent Newcastle : Am I the first human to die out of our solar system?

Pagan Pub  : Enolsis is being mopped up still.
Pagan Pub  : It's clear to you guys that it was a set-up. They were 
expecting a raid and planted explosives to
Pagan Pub  : kill off women and kids, and subsequently blame the Feds ala 
Waco.

Gary Nedler : What were the men going to do?

Pagan Pub  : Not all the men. And not just men. Just the higher-ups.
Pagan Pub  : "Women and kids" is more metaphorical than literal.

Gary Nedler : Ah, "weaklings and underlings" then.

Agent Starbird : The Living Power is long gone?

Pagan Pub  : No sign of him.
Pagan Pub  : In the next day or so, it's a big mess.
Pagan Pub  : People think the FBI is reacting to the LP's press 
conference that suggested he knew about the
Pagan Pub  : planet. It reinforces the popular suspicion that this thing 
is moving to Earth.

Agent Starbird : Well? Is it?

Pagan Pub  : Of course. About 7 months and all life on Earth is gone.
Pagan Pub  : The question is, what are you guys going to do about this?

Agent Starbird : I guess that means we failed...

Gary Nedler : What?  All life?  "Bad scene, man."

Agent Starbird : We make our report... but without gate access to the 
satellite net, there isn't
Agent Starbird : much we can do...

Pagan Pub  : Sure there is.

Agent Newcastle : like what?

Agent Starbird : We've got missiles; we've got nukes. Tell 'em what's 
coming...

Gary Nedler : Gary recommends Newcastle, Fenemore, and the other agents 
get ...
Gary Nedler : ... non-specific commendations for valor.

Agent Newcastle : Thanks from beyond the grave, Gary.

Pagan Pub  : The best chance (heh heh) is a suicide space mission. One 
way only, with lots of fuel to get there
Pagan Pub  : quick and stop in time.
Pagan Pub  : You guys know enough about the set-up there to provide the 
info needed to pull it off. A bunch
Pagan Pub  : of nukes could take out the satellites.
Pagan Pub  : IF they're still needed and haven't already served their 
purpose by the time you get there.

Gary Nedler : Obviously, we volunteer as experts with past experience.  
Or we curl in fetal position <g>.

Agent Starbird : Got to blow up the satellites before the beastie gets 
too close?

Agent Newcastle : Give Nemesis a big poke in the membrane for me!

Pagan Pub  : But, that's academic.

Agent Starbird : Couldn't we wait for it to get closer so that there 
would be enough fuel to get back?

Pagan Pub  : Possibly. But the approach of such a large body is going to 
do weird stuff to the other planets.

Pagan Pub  : Okay, campaign's over. Earth is saved but not without great 
cost - riots and stuff as people
Pagan Pub  : freak out. Solar system is wonked out pretty hard from the 
passage of Nemesis.

[A question & answer session followed]

Agent Starbird : OK, the satellites channel power to Nemesis? And the 
Enolsis/crystal scam
Agent Starbird : was to drain power from humans to do what? power the 
satellites? Or are
Agent Starbird : the satellites a focusing device?
Agent Starbird : Would the "seed the satellite network with bombs" idea 
have worked?
Agent Starbird : And the glowing panels -- were they controls? Would 
fooling with them accomplished anything?
Agent Starbird : It's post-mortem time -- lay it out for us...

Pagan Pub  : Okay.
Pagan Pub  : Glowing panels could be messed with and open the wall to 
reveal banks of crystals.

Agent Newcastle : Oooo!

Pagan Pub  : Ideally, you guys jump satellite to satellite planting 
bombs. Meet Enolsis guys & mi-go along
Pagan Pub  : the way, installing the last batch of crystals and hose 
them.
Pagan Pub  : Blow up the last satellite through the gate.

Gary Nedler : Did the mi-go come because of something we did, or was it a 
random appearance?
Gary Nedler : The one whose laser blew up, I mean.

Pagan Pub  : It just cruised through. A couple satellites behind it were 
the rest of the enolsis folks.

Agent Starbird : "Installing" crystals? You lost me...

Agent Newcastle : Crystals with Magic points in them, used to power 
satellites.

Pagan Pub  : Okay, this is a big pyramid scheme like Amway.
Pagan Pub  : Joe Enolsis' crystal siphons a magic point a day from him 
without him noticing. 
Pagan Pub  : Each week he meditates and it gives him 3 back in a burst -- 
so he feels great about it.
Pagan Pub  : Each month at the regular meetings the local leader's big 
crystal sucks all the magic points
Pagan Pub  : from the little ones.

Gary Nedler : Psychic cocaine. 

Pagan Pub  : Every quarter the local leaders meet in regional groups and 
their big crystals are sucked dry. 
Pagan Pub  : Finally, the regional leaders go to Tulsa and all the magic 
poins they've gained are sent to Yuggoth.
Pagan Pub  : There, the Mi-Go have constructed a ring of satellites with 
massive batteries of crystals 
Pagan Pub  : holding magical energy -- thousands of points' worth every 
MONTH. They've been doing this for
Pagan Pub  : several years -- it takes a massive amount to awaken Nemesis 
from its slumber.

Agent Newcastle : And they would have gotten away with it, if it wasn't 
for us meddlesome kids!

Agent Fenemore : So Yuggoth is Nemesis? (btw - the 10th planet 'Nemesis' 
theory is legit - Spawn is one of 
Agent Fenemore : few C of C modules I don't own!!) 

Pagan Pub  : No, Yuggoth is not Nemesis. Yuggoth is Pluto. Nemesis is the 
big threat from SPAWN OF AZATHOTH,
Pagan Pub  : it's one of these seed-things that spin out from Azathoth 
every so often.
Pagan Pub  : This one is fated to destroy Earth.

Gary Nedler : How did the Mi-Go summon Nemesis?  Was he just out there in 
the cometary halo?

Pagan Pub  : He's orbiting the solar system, inert and invisible. Has 
been for eons.
Pagan Pub  : He isn't destined to wake up for a long time, but the Mi-Go 
figured they could jump-start the
Pagan Pub  : process. This would destroy Cthulhu and many of the Great 
Old Ones on Earth, leaving the Mi-Go free 
Pagan Pub  : to go about their business without all these massive powers 
hosing them all the time.

Agent Starbird : So destroying the satellites would have stopped the 
awakening process... 

Pagan Pub  : Yes, blowing up the satellites sends Nemesis back into 
hibernation and he vanishes again.

Gary Nedler : It must be tough to be a Mi-Go.

Pagan Pub  : It's a living.

Agent Starbird : And The Living Power was just a Mi-Go in a mechanical 
suit?

Pagan Pub  : Starbird: You got it.
Pagan Pub  : Biomechanical suit, really.

Gary Nedler : I thought the Mi-Go were bigger than that?

Agent Fenemore : Nedler - they've been known to remove parts of there 
bodies to fit in such disguises

Agent Newcastle : Wow, pretty cool.

Pagan Pub  : If you look at the old adventure "Temple of the Moon" 
(1920s) there are android-style bodies there
Pagan Pub  : that the Mi-Go are experimenting with. That's where the idea 
came from. By now they can do much more.

Pagan Pub  : Several of the higher-ups were like that. They used the 
colored lights in the fountains to broadcast
Pagan Pub  : messages at the Enolsis compound - silent alarms of a sort.

Agent Starbird : Did the Enolsis folks know our undercover agents inside 
were feds? What were they planning for them?

Pagan Pub  : Gamer: they would just be drugged and put it incriminating 
positions during the explosions --
Pagan Pub  : shot with detonators in their hands, bogus orders, etc.

[And that wraps up the final session of THE NEW AGE playtest. Look for 
this campaign (or something resembling it, at least) to be published in 
the fall of 1994 from Pagan Publishing!]

9/20/93 11:11:47 PM Closing Log file.