So, the chaps and oneself had sorted a plan, of sorts.
bless wee Jesus, gathered all his chaps about to be a distraction. Centred on The Delivery Van driving out.
Well. One gained access to the Necromonicon. Not for the faint-hearted, wot?
These chaps worshipping different Gods; Hydra, Cthullu, and Dagon, most interesting the latter. Dagon: Fertility God, mescenegation, ?corn god. Definetely needing more investigation, thankgod for my time in Miskatonic......
And so we prepared, lists and resources gathered. Me to find out THE TRUTH (geneology): - Dynamite, Firearms (one to Jesus to hold for me), Camera, of course- Camera been splendid in the caves in heeding, preserving and saving the truth. The Bucati is essential. ETC.
And so, to the hours before the night before..... frightful chap Gardiner first asked us to 'Supper' and then requested my party leave, bloody grateful for the excuse. Why Shambles spent any time more than absolutely necessary with that chump is beyond me, but however..........
What happened next is frightfully, frightful?
Back on my yacht, preparing, wee Jesus and I distracted by movements next door, Walsh's guards back on his mooring. Jesus went to investigate. Guards aroused. Thought one must protect wee Jesus, purdy aimed at Walsh's guards, and
OH BLOODY!
Van leaving! Jesus' chaps start with the plan!
Where is bloody Dawson?
WOT?
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