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Cthulhu - The Descent of Other Boots
15 years ago
General
Inane Rambling of a Demented Predator
April to July, 1924. The Descent of Various Other Boots, and Dinner Invitations.
McGinty intends to further educate his colleagues in the Mystic Arts, despite the fact they want nothing to do with the calling up of eldritch entities, the sheer lack of time to do so, and McGinty small problem of rampant substance abuse.
GM : So you're going to teach them spells. When you're drunk.
McGinty : I can wait until I sober up!
GM : *To the others* You'll never learn the spells.
The Boston newspapers devote their front page to the capture of the Crimson Gang. As Amy discovers, this includes a large photograph of her friends, with McGinty doing muscle poses over the bound and beaten bodies of Pat Malone and the other gangsters.
Amy Wells : *facepalm*
One conversation does come around to recreational reading. Rondale recommends HG Wells.
GM : You won't like it. It's written by an Englishman.
McGinty : I'm not reading that!
GM : But England does get stomped half flat by Martian war machines.
McGinty : So England gets fooked up? I'm going to read it right away!
Rondale : There's got these three-legged things that go around England burning cities down...
McGinty : Three legs? Sounds like the Irish to me!
Of course, their triumphant success has assorted consequences over subsequent months. Including a testimonial dinner hosted by the Boston Citizen's Committee, a invitation to attend the Veteran's Dining Club for McGinty & Rondale, a invitation to join the Hermetic Order of the Silver Twilight, and membership of the Magician's Circle for The Amazing Julius. Also thousands of begging letters, reporters nosing around, relatives coming out of the woodwork looking for cash, burglary attempts, and one lawsuit for the wrongful death of a Boston fence. Also smug Virginian sheriffs. And a plague of vampirism.
One of the horde is a Irish clergyman who makes the nearly fatal assumption that McGinty is Irish Catholic. Unluckily for him, McGinty has an Irish Wolfhound
McGinty : Growler! *points at the priest* Testicles!
The lawsuit is also dealt with. By McGinty going to a prominent Boston law firm and putting them on a multi-thousand dollar retainer to deal with it, and any similar problems that might arise.
The Amazing Julius : This may be the smartest thing McGinty has ever done.
McGinty : Release the lawyers!
The Amazing Julius : Lawyers! Testicles!
The plaintiff's case is eviscerated, McGinty counter-sues for defamation, and after that the two legal firms settle down for a nice lucrative four-year-long case arguing over discrepancies in the original serving of writs.
GM: It's going to be the legal equivalent of the Great War. Four years of trench warfare whilst you sit at home and quaff port.
The testimonial dinner goes well, despite the speechifying. Afterwards McGinty exercises his incredible chameleonic abilities and gets involved in a discussion of political influence with the Boston elite. Leading to the alarming possibility of McGinty running for office.
GM : You'll make a fine congress-critter. You can pass yourself off as a fine upstanding citizen despite being an utter ****.
His proposed platform for election. Repeal the Volstead Act.
GM : 'A beer in every pot.'
McGinty : Drunk people cause less crime! Because they're too inebriated to know what they're doing.
Julius : ' I speak from long personal experience'
Guiliano does not have quite so good a time. Not least because one of the people he's talking to blames all of America's problems on immigrant Catholics. Despite an increasingly incandescent rage, he gives the bigot one last chance to STFU.
Julius : I'm Italian and Catholic. My Parents are Italian & Catholic. My Grandparents were Italian and Catholic...
Bigot : *baffled* Why would you go and do a thing like that for?
Another bigot comes to visit Amy at home. Sheriff Gifford from Virginia, who by this point has proven that the investigators lied about the various deaths out at Styvesant's Folly, and probably smuggled a wanted man out of the state, and almost certainly murdered William Killferny. Luckily for Amy et al, the Powers That Be down in his part of the country are willing to let all this slide, since five visiting Yankees getting killed wouldn't do the county's reputation any good, and they didn't want no uppity Africans hanging around with their contrary ideas anyway. Other excerpts from the Sheriff's friendly warning, which left Amy gaping.
Sheriff Gifford : Now young Billy there.. he was a good boy, a good God-fearing boy.. but he didn't have the brains the Good Lord gave an eggplant.
Sheriff Gifford : I saw what your Irish fella did to that ****** you shot. Young Billy was lucky he didn't end up with more holes in him than a Siamese hooker.
Another problem - the young man McGinty Resurrected has been turning increasingly carnivorous, gorging himself on barely cooked bacon, pork chops, etc. And his vital signs are weird - a heartbeat of 40 a minute, blinking about once a minute at best, skin strangely coarse... McGinty, Rondale & Guiliano aren't completely surprised when the Arkham Gazette starts reporting late night attacks by a madman that goes for his victims' throats. Happily, they've already had Hal hospitalised, and it doesn't take too much to convince him to sneak into the blood bank every night instead. A temporary solution, true, but at least nobody has to die. Again.
The Amazing Julius's new magic show opens to a full house. It includes a sword cabinet trick with tommy-guns, and making McGinty and Rondale levitate out of their seats. But the latter is only because Guiliano made a very convincing simulacrum of the 'Nepalese Attack Boar' appear out of thin air.
The Veteran's Dining Club dinner is a much more solemn affair, with McGinty, Rondale and the other guests quizzed in detail about ways to improve the fitness of soldiers, and how to avoid another Great War, etc. The food's quite good too. Pork Medallions with broad beans and a nice Italian Red. The hosts seem very sincere when they say they're looking forward to having McGinty and Rondale over for another meal.
And, last of the events on their busy social schedule, initiation into the Hermetic Order of the Silver Twilight. Rondale declines, especially after he's told they'll be blindfolded for the ceremony, but McGinty & Guiliano are eager. For one thing, Amy's father is a member. And even if the lower levels of the lodge are an entirely secular networking and fund-raising organisation, Guiliano is certain the heart of the organisation is secretly dedicated to saving humanity from the Mythos.
McGinty : It's just a bunch of ****heads dancing around in robes! We'll fit right in!
GM : Yes. We all know McGinty is a noteworthy ***head.
Amy Wells : *nods sagely*
McGinty intends to further educate his colleagues in the Mystic Arts, despite the fact they want nothing to do with the calling up of eldritch entities, the sheer lack of time to do so, and McGinty small problem of rampant substance abuse.
GM : So you're going to teach them spells. When you're drunk.
McGinty : I can wait until I sober up!
GM : *To the others* You'll never learn the spells.
The Boston newspapers devote their front page to the capture of the Crimson Gang. As Amy discovers, this includes a large photograph of her friends, with McGinty doing muscle poses over the bound and beaten bodies of Pat Malone and the other gangsters.
Amy Wells : *facepalm*
One conversation does come around to recreational reading. Rondale recommends HG Wells.
GM : You won't like it. It's written by an Englishman.
McGinty : I'm not reading that!
GM : But England does get stomped half flat by Martian war machines.
McGinty : So England gets fooked up? I'm going to read it right away!
Rondale : There's got these three-legged things that go around England burning cities down...
McGinty : Three legs? Sounds like the Irish to me!
Of course, their triumphant success has assorted consequences over subsequent months. Including a testimonial dinner hosted by the Boston Citizen's Committee, a invitation to attend the Veteran's Dining Club for McGinty & Rondale, a invitation to join the Hermetic Order of the Silver Twilight, and membership of the Magician's Circle for The Amazing Julius. Also thousands of begging letters, reporters nosing around, relatives coming out of the woodwork looking for cash, burglary attempts, and one lawsuit for the wrongful death of a Boston fence. Also smug Virginian sheriffs. And a plague of vampirism.
One of the horde is a Irish clergyman who makes the nearly fatal assumption that McGinty is Irish Catholic. Unluckily for him, McGinty has an Irish Wolfhound
McGinty : Growler! *points at the priest* Testicles!
The lawsuit is also dealt with. By McGinty going to a prominent Boston law firm and putting them on a multi-thousand dollar retainer to deal with it, and any similar problems that might arise.
The Amazing Julius : This may be the smartest thing McGinty has ever done.
McGinty : Release the lawyers!
The Amazing Julius : Lawyers! Testicles!
The plaintiff's case is eviscerated, McGinty counter-sues for defamation, and after that the two legal firms settle down for a nice lucrative four-year-long case arguing over discrepancies in the original serving of writs.
GM: It's going to be the legal equivalent of the Great War. Four years of trench warfare whilst you sit at home and quaff port.
The testimonial dinner goes well, despite the speechifying. Afterwards McGinty exercises his incredible chameleonic abilities and gets involved in a discussion of political influence with the Boston elite. Leading to the alarming possibility of McGinty running for office.
GM : You'll make a fine congress-critter. You can pass yourself off as a fine upstanding citizen despite being an utter ****.
His proposed platform for election. Repeal the Volstead Act.
GM : 'A beer in every pot.'
McGinty : Drunk people cause less crime! Because they're too inebriated to know what they're doing.
Julius : ' I speak from long personal experience'
Guiliano does not have quite so good a time. Not least because one of the people he's talking to blames all of America's problems on immigrant Catholics. Despite an increasingly incandescent rage, he gives the bigot one last chance to STFU.
Julius : I'm Italian and Catholic. My Parents are Italian & Catholic. My Grandparents were Italian and Catholic...
Bigot : *baffled* Why would you go and do a thing like that for?
Another bigot comes to visit Amy at home. Sheriff Gifford from Virginia, who by this point has proven that the investigators lied about the various deaths out at Styvesant's Folly, and probably smuggled a wanted man out of the state, and almost certainly murdered William Killferny. Luckily for Amy et al, the Powers That Be down in his part of the country are willing to let all this slide, since five visiting Yankees getting killed wouldn't do the county's reputation any good, and they didn't want no uppity Africans hanging around with their contrary ideas anyway. Other excerpts from the Sheriff's friendly warning, which left Amy gaping.
Sheriff Gifford : Now young Billy there.. he was a good boy, a good God-fearing boy.. but he didn't have the brains the Good Lord gave an eggplant.
Sheriff Gifford : I saw what your Irish fella did to that ****** you shot. Young Billy was lucky he didn't end up with more holes in him than a Siamese hooker.
Another problem - the young man McGinty Resurrected has been turning increasingly carnivorous, gorging himself on barely cooked bacon, pork chops, etc. And his vital signs are weird - a heartbeat of 40 a minute, blinking about once a minute at best, skin strangely coarse... McGinty, Rondale & Guiliano aren't completely surprised when the Arkham Gazette starts reporting late night attacks by a madman that goes for his victims' throats. Happily, they've already had Hal hospitalised, and it doesn't take too much to convince him to sneak into the blood bank every night instead. A temporary solution, true, but at least nobody has to die. Again.
The Amazing Julius's new magic show opens to a full house. It includes a sword cabinet trick with tommy-guns, and making McGinty and Rondale levitate out of their seats. But the latter is only because Guiliano made a very convincing simulacrum of the 'Nepalese Attack Boar' appear out of thin air.
The Veteran's Dining Club dinner is a much more solemn affair, with McGinty, Rondale and the other guests quizzed in detail about ways to improve the fitness of soldiers, and how to avoid another Great War, etc. The food's quite good too. Pork Medallions with broad beans and a nice Italian Red. The hosts seem very sincere when they say they're looking forward to having McGinty and Rondale over for another meal.
And, last of the events on their busy social schedule, initiation into the Hermetic Order of the Silver Twilight. Rondale declines, especially after he's told they'll be blindfolded for the ceremony, but McGinty & Guiliano are eager. For one thing, Amy's father is a member. And even if the lower levels of the lodge are an entirely secular networking and fund-raising organisation, Guiliano is certain the heart of the organisation is secretly dedicated to saving humanity from the Mythos.
McGinty : It's just a bunch of ****heads dancing around in robes! We'll fit right in!
GM : Yes. We all know McGinty is a noteworthy ***head.
Amy Wells : *nods sagely*
