That night Jimmy was again touched by troubling dreams that repeated over and over again throughout the night. This time he found himself in a dark room that was light around the edges, almost like a photo negative, and he was sitting reclined in a chair but could not stand. All around him was the chattering sound of a tattoo artist's needle and a laughing voice whispering maddening truths into his ear. When Jimmy wakes the next day feeling exhausted he can only remember a few of the phrases, "At last we are here. Here where we have always been. Called by the Lesser Twin. Assembled by Murder."

OOC: 2 point stability test required.

OOC: dammit! Passed but spent one that wasn't needed.

17:16, Today: James Samhain rolled 7 using 1d6+1.  Stability roll: weird fucking day. .

   On Jimmy's return trip to the library he is welcomed back by a smiling librarian who cheerfully helps him to locate the anthropology and art history sections.

   An hour spent feverishly flipping through art history books soon identifies the painting from the second photo as a work of Italian Futurism. A few hours more, and Jimmy has it identified as a 1913 piece entitled Whirlpool by Venetian painter Glaucco Aioli (Library use). Unfortunately, there is little other information to be found, either about Aioli or the painting.



   The time spent in the anthropology section is less helpful. Try as he might, Jimmy can't find any leads on the significance of the tattoo or the meaning of it's symbol. After several hours he has exhausted his options. Jimmy glances down at his watch. The day has really slipped away. It's already 4:06 in the afternoon.
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Leaning back in the chair he can feel his muscles stretch and his joints pop. The thought of heading back to the hotel and getting some rest seemed like the logical thing to do, it has been a few long days. However, the fear of more nightmares fended off such wants. Instead, more diner food and coffee would do the trick.

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Sitting at the counter he ran through everything he knew so far. It seemed like so much but none of it quite gelled. He had a moniker, "The Hobo Doctor," and a picture of a mysterious man, where they the same person? He now knew the picture and the bas-relief in the photos but it didn't seem to point him in a direction of where the photos were taken...not to mention, who took the photos?

Seemed the next step was to find One Armed Willy. He seems to have some knowledge of this "Hobo Doctor" and a healthy fear of him as well. With Jimmy having the photos he could leverage them over the pimp.

"It is going to be another long night..." Jimmy said to himself as he downed another cup of coffee. At this point spending an evening and most likely a night tracking down a pimp in the shanty town sounds better then dreams of beasts.

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On his way to track down Willy he thought better of his attire and traded his nice suit coat for that of a homeless man. He would fit right in with the rest of the dregs of society that have relocated themselves to the area.

For the first time in a long time he felt the weight of his Walther PPK in the holster against his ribs. Not sure why but it seemed like a secret friend right now, hopefully he wouldn't need it but with the way things have been spiraling, not sure he could talk his way out of another rough confrontation.


OOC: Take a taxi to near the shanty towns but not too close. Will walk the rest of the way. Once there he will wonder around a bit to get his bearings and will then start asking about One Armed Willy to see if he can locate him.

Streetwise and Disguise

   As Jimmy nears Kingsbury Run on foot a strange thing happens. Something small and grey, approximately the size of a ham sandwich falls silently from the sky and lands on the pavement in front of him with a light thud. A moment later another lands to Jimmy's left then another to his right. Soon the whole area is being pummeled as a dozen more of the objects fall from the sky, sending up a cloud of desiccated feathers. They're birds. Dead, dried, leathery birds. Stranger still, on closer inspection Jimmy recognizes the birds to be passenger pigeons (Biology). Passenger pigeons have been extinct since the last known member of the species died in captivity... in 1914.

OOC: 2 point stability test.
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