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London.

Posted by The KeeperFor group 0
The Keeper
GM, 25 posts
Tony Stroppa
Fri 30 Sep 2011
at 02:56
  • msg #1

London



London Park Lane Hotel
2pm

The group was gathered in a luxurious private meeting room on the 2nd floor of the Park Lane Hotel's restaurant. Thick carpets lined the floors and there were large bay windows that looked over busy Piccadilly street and Green Park beyond. Automobiles, taxis and trucks roared by on the street, steel and rubber symbols of progress. Not too long ago there would have been horse wagons and carriages but within the last few years such primitive transport was becoming rare in the middle of the city.




It was tea time. Not just tea and coffee were served, but a light meal too (egg, ham, smoked salmon, watercress and cucumber sandwiches with the crusts cut off, scones and sticky buns). Impeccably-suited waiters cleared away the earlier setting and brought new dishes heaped with food.

Singh was planning on departing immediately to conduct a recce of the Blue Pyramid Club. Dr. Weston, Ralph and Storm were intending to send an international telegram to New York to check Falcon's bona fides. This task would take hours to complete and they would leave the hotel to do so. Also, Phil was going to have some suits made and charged to Cynthia.

Howard Lampton, Cynthia Jane Holloway, Imran Singh, Phil Webley, Dr. Weston, Ralph Fulty and Charles Storm started their dinner. Accompanying them were Howard's valet Francis and Jonas' pilot friend John-Marc Falcon. The concierge contacted the hotel's tailor to measure Phil for some suits, and they would be ready the next day. The tailor would arrive within the quarter hour.
This message was last edited by the GM at 08:47, Fri 30 Sept 2011.
Howard Lampton
player, 5 posts
Freelance Correspondant
Occult Specialist
Fri 30 Sep 2011
at 03:46
  • msg #3

Re: London

Howard enjoys tea very much, one of England's advantages over the land of his birth. He eats rather heartily (he eschews the egg and the cucumber sandwiches because they give him wind), including two of the almond sticky buns -- almond paste, he believes, is the original ambrosia.

As the others converse, he seems distracted, his cup of Earl Grey cooling in his hand. (He is musing on a passage of the Pnakotic Manuscript that he just puzzled out this morning.)
This message was last edited by the GM at 03:56, Fri 30 Sept 2011.
Hotel Bellhop
Fri 30 Sep 2011
at 04:49
  • msg #5

Re: London

Park Lane Hotel

Lampton's valet had been standing guard by the door since Mr. Singh had left. He opened it at a polite knock. A bellhop peeked his head in.

"Pardon me, there is someone at the front desk asking to see Mister Lampton. A Miss Molly Fuller, shall I send her up?
This message was last edited by the GM at 08:45, Fri 30 Sept 2011.
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