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Narration
Upon arriving home, Jack discovers a manila envelope, containing the map and doily Nott was working on. Inside is a handwritten note, apologizing for leaving -- apparently he's been conscripted by Ruby to investigate the Bismarck.
With the doily overlay re-constructed on the map, Jack can see a good portion of the city's ley lines. Theo's laptop, and the odd patterns also drawn on the doily, remain a mystery -- a mystery that apparently he's the only one working on now.
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"Well... That's juuust peachy..." Jack says, exasperatedly. "Granted, he didn't know any Prime, and I don't know enough t' grant 'im its Sight... But doing this stuff, it's better t' not go it alone..."
Jack sets the doily and map down on the dining table, then goes to check a few forums, pausing briefly every minute or so to look back at the doily, then over at Theo's laptop, say a quick thought about these things, and then back to his computer screen.
"Who else in th' Mysterium do I know..?"
"Ruby and Nótt 're investigating th' Bismark, whatever that is..."
"The Counselor has other things t' worry about, and it'd look bad t' have to ask her for help, even with apparently so few daduchoi around here..."
After saying this last thought, he looks back at the screen to see an ad for an indie-game about World War I.
"Trench warfare? Trench! That's right, he recently got inducted! Maybe this will help give him something to do in our community!"
He then pulls out his phone to call him up as he goes back to the doily and map on the dining table to observe them more closely, double checking to make sure that things line up between the doily and the map.
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(( I'm going to put this on Hold since other players wanted to continue Mission Briefing, which I assumed was being hand-waved as over... ))
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Resume...
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Jack hangs up with Trench, then dials up Jordan and calls him as he moves to slave Theo's computer back onto his own desktop.
The phone buzzes and Jordan picks up. He had given jack both land line and cellular numbers.
"Jordan Shepard."
((After communications post))
Traffic was easier than Jordan had expected. He pulled the T-Bird into an adjacent lot...and lucked out finding a vacant "visitor" space. It was rare to find those spaces vacant any more in any apartment complex.
He made his way to Jack's apartment and pressed the bell.
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Wow, that was fast. Jack thought as he moved to the door.
He looks out his peephole, then opens the door. "Do ya deliver for Jimmy John's or something? Come on in! Please take your shoes off by the door."
The walls of the living room/entry area have some posters adorning them. A few look like advertisements for shows in the past performed by the same college group, while the rest show various Nintendo games. The performance posters hang over something long and narrow that's covered with a cloth and is sitting on a double-crossed stand. Books and three-ring binders sit atop a stand jutting out from the cloth, and a stool sits in front of it.
There's also a medium-sized TV with a Wii, a few guitar controllers, a drum controller, a microphone, and a stack of games all nearby that. A couch, coffee table, and side table with a lamp and tissue box finish off the room.
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Trench was trying really hard to remember the discription Jack gave him. Should have writen it down while he was at it or at least asked for a street number. "Uhhh...Lets see. I'm sure its around here-Aha!" Spotting a apartment building that looked a lot like the one that was discribed to him.
A minute or two of checking numbers, Trench made his way up to the room and knocked on the door. "Hello?"
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Jack peeps again through the peep-hole and opens the door again.
"Hey man, come on in!" he says to Trench. "How's it goin'?"
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