Jack walked back towards the hotel, turning down an alley to cut time.

OOC:Sorry for taking up most of the page.

OOC: Oh its fine, I'm just waiting for the voyage to begin.

Fire Daemon:
Jack walked back towards the hotel and fell into a restless sleep, angry that his investigation was a failure.

OOC:Sorry for taking up most of the page.

Damn it... can we trace back a tad. I had something planned.

The_Toe_Bighter98:
OOC: Oh its fine, I'm just waiting for the voyage to begin.

OOC: You still have about a day. There's a little to do before you head off sorry.

OOC: Are you using the revolver, cause I'm sure they can use 3 shots per round, though it dampens your DEX. I'll have to look up the rules, but you should have another two shots.
Sorry, for not showing you earlier, but I just realised, gunplay hasn't come into this game yet.

Handgun .32 (if I'm not mistaken) 3-shots at 1d8 damage each.
That or the other you may have is the .45 that only does 1-shot at 1d10+2 damage. I'll let you re-roll if you missed up one of them. (I liked your character on the case)

Also, if I got your gun types wrong, just let me know.

Out of curiosity, about what time is it in the game?

It's nightfall now. The sun was setting as you left police interrigation, and the Jack ducked off to go nighclubbing.

abysss:
OOC:What is this about?

Read the first post and all will be revealed.

Fire Daemon:

Victory never smelt so sweet.

OOC: Be careful, those lightbulbs can get hot. Sorry, just posting for posting's sake.

*Twiddles thumbs eagerly awaiting the next day to come so he can contribute*

Fire Daemon:

Flashing lightbulb

Jack walked back to the museum, the sun was starting to rise and he figured that the rest of the group would either be there or turn up later enough. He used the key he took from the body of the security guard to open the door and limped in to museum.

He was starting to bleed quite heavily and felt weak. He sat down on a lounge in the main room and fell asleep in an instant.

The sun rose for the next day as the streets slowly began to trickly with people.
The boat will be arriving tomorrow, but a bees hive had been stirred. One day, one missing book and a pile of bodies. This Egyptian adventure hadn't turned out the way the Investigators had planned.

Max had, presumably, been sleeping all this time. He awoke in his room at the Embassy, grabbed a bite to eat from the kitchen, and spent a while searching for his notebook in his backpack. He ambled over to the museum, flipping through the pages and jotting down a few ideas that had occured to him while he was asleep. He opened the doors and went into the lobby, intending to go use the library until the others arrived.

He found Jack asleep on a bench.

"Hey Jack! You're back," he called, stating the obvious. He walked over and noticed the blood. "That can't be good."

Max returned to the embassy at a run, asking "Does anyone know first aid?"

Once again, Tony awoke with his face pressed against a bathtub. Staggering to his feet, he left the room and set off in search of the others. While he was fully prepared and packed, no doubt at least one of the others would have decided to leave things until the last minute and would therefore need some help avoiding the consequences of their laziness.

Travis was already awake and spreading a jam spread onto a slice of toast when Max burst in. Frowning, Travis stood with his piece of toast, "I know some first aid, but not much.". As Travis followed Max to the museum, he asked why Max needed a medic. Max simply pointed in the museum to the bleeding form of Jack, and Travis rushed over to check his wounds...

The_Toe_Bighter98:
"He should be fine, for now. But we need to get him to the embassy quickly, as these wounds may have been infected. He should be alright for moving now, so help me carry him" Travis asked as he half carried Jack on his shoulder.

Max nodded and helped Travis carry Jack. "Any idea what might have happened to him?" he asked, almost rhetorically.

Tsurugi rose from his bed and rubbed his eyes. Getting out of bed he puts on his shoes that he didn't remember taking off and heads downstairs to see where the others were. As he comes down the stairs into the embassy he sees two members of the group carrying another one towards the embassy. He rushes outside to help them, "What happened to him?"

The_Toe_Bighter98:

My roll

Zemalac:
Max nodded and helped Travis carry Jack. "Any idea what might have happened to him?" he asked, almost rhetorically.

"It looks like Jack here was talking to the wrong people, and I guess they decided he was a problem." Travis hypothesised as they neared the embassy. Seeing Tsurugi approaching, Travis motioned for Max to take Jack inside and alert the guards. Meanwhile, Travis informed Tsurugi of what has happened, and tells him that he intends to alert everyone inside the embassy.

Tsurugi stares at Jack and the man's many wounds. He shakes his head, This is just getting worse and worse. and then turns back to Travis. "Alright I suppose we should go tell the others." He follows after Max and Jack.

Max half-carries, half drags Jack inside. He looks around for a guard, or anyone who might be able to tell him how serious Jack's wounds were. Did he need to go to a hospital? Were the bangades Travis had used enough? I'm not a doctor! How am I supposed to tell? Jack wasn't bleeding as much, that was probably a good sign...

He spotted one of the guards and called out to him, "Could I get some help over here?"

Jack is awakened as he hears max crying out. He slowly opens his eyes and views a cealing infront of him. "I must be on the floor" he thinks to himself. His mind starts to put it self back together as he remembers the events of last night. The necklace, the bartender, the thugs with gun.

He tries to look at the wound. Someone had bandaged him up (whoever had done this was very well skilled he concluded) and brought him here.

"Oi Max" he called out "whats going on here?"

Fire Daemon:
"Oi Max" he called out "whats going on here?"

"What?" Max looked around. "Oh good, you're awake. I guess we probably don't need to take you to a hospital, then." He paused to organize his thoughts. "We found you on a bench in the museum, lots of blood everywhere. Travis bandaged you up and we carried you back to the embassy." He shrugged. "That's it, really. Are you all right? What happened?" He stopped talking as he realized he'd begun babbling questions.