TestNES: Haunted Fun House

Call the police from my cell phone, informing dispatch of gunshots inside this house. As per police training, keep my gun at ready, and open fire to incapacitate anyone who attacks.

"911, this is Chris Latte, Former Telluride pd, calling to report gunshots. I am on the scene, please send backup."

*static*
 
Gesture to Ryan to cover me.

Kick the door down, with my gun at ready. Shoot to incapacitate if anything comes at me.

Keep the phone trying to call 911.
 
Carl, uneasy, but wanting to help, follows Ryan, and looks around disturbed. "This isn't what I was hoping to find, and I must say, it may be confirming my fears." Carl crouches when he hears the first gun shot, and moves out of the way as Chris charges in. As Chris moves from room to room, I follow behind him. "I'm right behind you Chris. Just let me know if you need help. Ryan, I think you should stay with us." Carl was disturbed about the scene, but knew that understanding the problem was the first step to determining if the house was used for cult practices.

Plan: Use my interest in psychology and/or my training in understanding of the occult to figure out what's going on.
 

"I fear we might be beyond the reach of earthly forces. Chris, should we leave and return with backup, or should we continue so that we might help maybe save someone, and perhaps learn what game exactly is afoot."
 
Gesture to Ryan to cover me.

Kick the door down, with my gun at ready. Shoot to incapacitate if anything comes at me.

Keep the phone trying to call 911.

There is an intense foreboding presence all around as your phone emits a cacophony of static.

The moment that you kick the door down, you find yourself staring down the barrel of a shotgun weld by Ja-

Oh, it's just a widescreen TV connected to a laptop.

Jack in the video is seen about 20 yards away. He's holding a sawn-off combat shotgun which you are pretty sure is illegal in...just about everywhere in United States. The angle suggests that the camera is placed on some kind of an elevated position. The background seems to be a forested mountains. He looks...afraid... it is slightly unnerving to see Jack, the always smiling maniac, like this. Ever since he arrived in Telluride about 5 years ago, he was infamous for his unbreakable smile.

He hesitantly approaches the camera. Suddenly, there is an ear splitting shriek of some kind of a beast near by in the video. Jack glances around sharply before making a mad dash towards the camera and picking it up. He holds it right up to his face, and you realize that this is a much younger Jack that you are seeing in the video. "Reminder," he says. "If you are watching this, you are a goddamn lucky bastard."

He throws the camera off of what seems to be a cliff. As the camera falls out of the air, it turns just in time to see Jack raising his shotgun to aim at... something... that you cannot simply make out. There is a gunshot and a large shriek, followed by screaming.

There is a large crack, and a blackness as the camera breaks apart in impact.

Laptop and the TV turns itself off.
 
Hmmm. Didn't realize they hadn't scanned all their records in. Now I need a new outfit.

Can I change the clothes I bought to overalls and a t-shirt?
 
Well, you made me curious now,

What is your plan for accessing the computer records? If you are trying to bluff your way in, you will have to roll fast talk. If there is an obvious mechanical failure within the facility that everyone can notice, it will become much easier for you.
 
I just assumed that the sheer amount of technology in a hospital leads to stuff breaking quite often, and the long response times of tech companies would make the chance of something needing to be fixed would be 80 or so percent. Then, once I'm past the guards and stuff, I'd just sneak to an empty computer or something, and try to find the records quickly.

Obviously, a password would be a problem, but I'd roll idea, or look for pictures of children or dogs or something.
 
I just assumed that the sheer amount of technology in a hospital leads to stuff breaking quite often, and the long response times of tech companies would make the chance of something needing to be fixed would be 80 or so percent. Then, once I'm past the guards and stuff, I'd just sneak to an empty computer or something, and try to find the records quickly.

Obviously, a password would be a problem, but I'd roll idea, or look for pictures of children or dogs or something.

Roll for luck.
 
Yeah, but I rolled it for you.

Well it seems that you are in luck, because the dice roll tells me that there are indeed some mechanical problems occurring in the medical center right now.

So go ahead with your plan if you want to.
 
I walk up to the secretary.

"Hi, I'm here to fix your computer problem. Would you mind leading me to the broken piece of technology?" I put on my best smug face, hopefully looking like an arrogant nerd.

"Uh, yeah. Do you know what is malfunctioning?" The secretary looks skeptical, and I'm not sure my fake expression was convincing.

"Well, you see, the business doesn't tell us what we need to fix. They leave that up to you. Seeks a little lazy, in my opinion, but that's not up to me..." I smile, trying a different tact.

"Uh-huh... What business is that?" Turns out I'm not a very good actor.

"Well, we're an agency, who's employed by you're service providers and computer vendors and the like. True CPU, we're called." I smile again, but I can feel how silly it looks.

"Uh, okay." She presses a button, and her voice rings out across the hospital. Mr. Holmes for the front lobby. Mr. Holmes for the front lobby. She turns back to me. "He'll be along shortly."

"Really? Cool." I put on my best fake smile, and this time it seemed sort of real. "So, umm. What're you doing tonight?" I knew she'd say no, but one must perform for the act.

"Yeah. No." She turned back to her computer, hammering away. Shortly, Mr. Holmes walks up.

OOC: rest later
 
What's going on back at the mansion?

She comes out of the front door of the mansion, wearing very much the same cloth that you saw her back at Dani's cafe.

"Let's go," she says to you without even looking at you, walking through the cemetery.
 
@Thomas, Quisani, and ChineseWarlord.

The foreboding presence suddenly lifts and Chris's phone suddenly comes to life.

"This is 911, what's your emergency?" says a woman's voice on the other end.

You seem to be in a teenager's room. Pink wallpapers cover the walls. There is a small closet at the other end. A TV, connected to a laptop, line the wall facing the door. Carl briefly wonders how a girl who supposedly lost her parent could afford such luxuries when your eyes catch sight of a row of pictures in frames that lie on a small table in a corner of the room. In the center, you see a little girl with Cross and Jack holding each of her hand. Jack and Cross are both rather young in the picture. They seem to be wearing a college shirt. The words, Harvard, is emblazoned on them. You briefly wonder why a Harvard graduate is wasting his time working as a bartender.

In another picture, you see Tessa with Jack, Cross, and their college friends in a forested environment. Behind them is a large tunnel leading into...somewhere. Jack and his friends are beaming at the camera. Cross is looking rather cross.

There is Tessa and an older Jack that you recognize on a snowy mountain wearing a ski uniform.'

There's a picture of Jack with, what you suppose, are the misfits of the town. Many of the teenager's faces have been scratched away, leaving a white space where their face once was.

On the table, not in a frame, is a picture of Jack either receiving or giving a pack of white powder with a teenager whose face is obscured. Jack does not seem aware that he is being photographed.

There's a picture of the misfits of the town holding some kind of a meeting in one of the abandoned houses in the forest near Telluride.
 
She comes out of the front door of the mansion, wearing very much the same cloth that you saw her back at Dani's cafe.

"Let's go," she says to you without even looking at you, walking through the cemetery.

I follow.
 
- I scribble the bits about the secret entrance to the attic on blank spots in my brochure.

"Thanks," Jack says to the receptionist, "it is a nice property."

No new leads, but there is still the cemetery tours.

- I take a walk to try getting a tour through the cemetery, like the brochure mentions.

OOC: Bumping actions.
 
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