Completed Let's Play: The Blackwell PENTALOGY!

[lightbane]

Bump for the Bumping God!!!

 

[Wyrmlord]

People with slow connections detected.

 

[Darth Roxor]

Having left Director Skinner's office, we head off to Johnny Ivory's to bug Cecil some more

Spoiler

I need to speak to you about Isaac's sister.

You... *drops a particularly false tune on the piano* That's IT. You've crossed the line, sister. It was fun for a while, but it's time for you to leave.

Oh, now you've done it

Look buster. I've had it up to HERE with this. I need information. It's stuck in your head, and I plan on getting it out.

Less talking, more get-the-hell-out.

Eh, don't sweat it. His bark is worse than his bite.

Now the stupid part comes in. Each time he tells you to gtfo... you can just come back a second afterward like nothing's happened.

That's me. I'm like a bad penny.

You're upset. I didn't want to upset you.

I'm upset. Yeah, great observation. If you're so concerned, why don't you just leave? That would make me feel MUCH better.

I'll leave. But I'll be back

Well, THAT certainly worked wonders. We'll have to change our tactics if we want to get him to talk.

Again!

Look what the cat dragged in...

Hello. Cecil.

I just...

Shut it. Just leave. Why don't you?

Ok! This is me, leaving you alone!

*sigh*

Ever think of moonlighting in PR? You're so GOOD at talking to people. Seriously, whatever you're doing, you can't handle it this way.

Yeah, and you're doing a shitload to help, ghostly rapist.

AGAIN!! @_@

You up for talking like a civilized being?

Look, I'm sorry.

Oh, you're SORRY. Sorry isn't enough, sister. Leave.

Stop and think sweetheart. Soon as piano boy sees you, he gets all bent out of shape. You won't get anywhere this way.

Two more tries score no use.

Darling dear, you obviously can't handle this on your own. Maybe I can be of use?

Huh? Alright, what are you gonna do? Blow some chilly wind on him?

Only time a man gets a look like that is when he's hung up over a woman. Go easy on him, huh? I think he cares more about that gal than he lets on.

Durrrrrrr

You loved her, didn't you?

Course I loved her! She was our heart and soul! I would have... (moment of silence) Damn you woman. Damn you. I just want to play this piano and forget she ever existed. Why don't you just leave me alone?

So, what happened, C? It's very important that you tell me.

All right! All right. I don't know who you are, or why are you so interested. But you're never going to leave me alone, are you?

No, I won't. You were in a band together, right?

Yeah, we had a band. Smart girl. Then... she died. Then he died. End of story.

How did you meet Isaac's sister?

First of all, her name was Sarah. I was looking to start a band, and I saw them perform together. She could sing like... it was magic. Such energy. Such LIFE. Such a waste.

What happened to Sarah?

She got sick. Pneumonia or something. Started coughing one day and wouldn't stop. She got better after a while, but something happened to her voice. Doctor said she would never sing again. After that, the spark just went out. She hung on for a few months, but... she just lost the will to live.

What was Isaac really like?

The fat bastard? He was good on the sax, but that's the end of his good points. He drank, he was violent. He was useless in every other way. But Sarah could calm him down, she was the only one. If it wasn't for Sarah, I never would have kept him around.

What happened to Isaac after Sarah died?

He went to pieces, what do you think? He couldn't cope, drank way too much. Started fights during gigs. I tried to stick with him out of respect to Sarah, but... let's face it, he was a big, dumb embarrassment.

So you cut ties with Isaac?

Completely. I told him he was a drunk and a lowlife and wasn't worth the peanuts I paid him. Which was, let's face it, totally true.

What happened?

He beat me senseless, is what happened. Knocked me out with the sax I bought for him (cursed sax +5). Then he became a bum. Spent the rest of his life living on the streets of Roosevelt Island. Till he got killed by some drifter.

You don't know who killed Isaac?

Yes, I killed him.

Oh, come on.

No, I did. I'm not the one who put my hands around his neck or choked him to death. But I killed him just the same.

You shouldn't be so hard on yourself.

I know that. My brain knows that. But my heart... won't listen. You know, all this talk reminds me of something. Sarah and Isaac would always play this song.

Really?

Yeah, a duet. At the end of every show.

She'd sing and he'd play the saxophone?

No, she'd actually play the piano, if you can believe it. She wasn't great, but she loved playing with Isaac. And Isaac loved that silly song. They'd never let me join them, but that was OK. It was kinda sweet, in a way. Ah well.

What was the duet that Isaac and Sarah used to play?

Oh, that? It was just a short little thing. Isaac would just improv the whole time, but Sarah's was always the same. Went something like... *plays a melody* After Sarah died, Isaac would play gigs but refuse to leave the stage. He'd blow on his sax, playing everything that came to mind. Feet planted like a statue.

He'd just keep playing?

He'd play forever if it didn't get four guys to drag him off. I think... I think he was waiting for Sarah to play with him. He was supposed to finish each show with her, and... well. In his heart, he refused to believe she was dead.

Could you play that song again?

Yeah, sure. Why not?

Right then. Let's play the recording to the ghost and see what happens.

Lauren plays the recording.

Isaac stops playing the sax and focuses on the dictaphone.

And then starts accompanying it with the sax.

After which he starts flickering. We know what that means.

Is that you, sis? I've been waiting for so long...

No, Isaac. I'm not your sister, she couldn't come.

No, no, she couldn't, could she? My sis is dead, isn't she?

Yes.

Now I'm dead too.

Yeah.

I knew that. Deep down, I knew that. I just... couldn't let go.

I'm sorry.

Is that why you two are here? To help me let go?

That's what we do best.

I'm... not sure what I'm supposed to do.

Don't worry. Just leave everything to us.

This is it, huh?

Yep. Eternity, the white light, the passage into the next world.

It is something, all right. I still can't believe I'm dead. That crazy old lady... she killed me.

Old lady?

Old lady?

Yeah, she wanted to help me, then goes and chokes me. Why'd she wanna go and do a thing like that?

I'm sorry, I wish I knew.

I don't think it matters anyway. It's time I join my sis.

Just head into the light.

Thanks lady, you've been real kind. And uh... tell your friend sorry for the crack on the head.

Heh, right.

Hm. Rest. Now THAT'S a nice word.

Uh...?

Ah...

Joey?

Yeah, hi. Glad you're up.

You... Did you... Did you save him?

Yeah, yeah, sure. We saved him.

Joey, is she talking to YOU?

Yeah, go figure.

Thank you. Both of you. I only wanted to save them...

Isaac told me he was killed by an old woman. Was that you?

Just like you!

Who ARE you?

I am the Countess.

Countess? Countess of WHAT?

It's the only name I know. I SAVED them!

I HELPED them! I... I'm SORRY.

Whoa, talk about an utter loon.

Don't just stand there, let's get after her!

Wut.

She's pretty spry for an old lady.

Spry my foot. You couldn't outrun a one-legged turtle with those lungs.

Don't you start with me, okay?

So Lauren is in one of her 'moods' now. Here is where we end. The Promenade ghost has been taken care of, next time we'll investigate that construction site for any oddities.

 

[lightbane]

Wisdom: So there are either other mediums that can see ghosts, or other people with personal geists that give them that ability. Hmm, there will be a ghost-fight Pokemon style?

 

[Gondolin]

Update, yay!

 

[Murk]

good man roxor, keep at it

 

[SerratedBiz]

That's how Lauren will end up once she commits... the MISTAKE.

 

[tarkin]

Ok, i can understand that she collapses in real world but why on earth is she on the ground in her imaginary portal to the afterlife which is supposed to be in her head? I've just realized this and can't sleep because of this very important issue.
Also, great LP.

 

[Darth Roxor]

Ok, i can understand that she collapses in real world but why on earth is she on the ground in her imaginary portal to the afterlife which is supposed to be in her head?

Because she gets thrown in to the floor through that portal on the left.

 

[DaveGilbert]

I've been remaining in the shadows, reading this with great interest and amusement (the Countess as The Witch of the Wilds had me snort up my coffee), but I figured I'd answer this lil question:

Ok, i can understand that she collapses in real world but why on earth is she on the ground in her imaginary portal to the afterlife which is supposed to be in her head? I've just realized this and can't sleep because of this very important issue.
Also, great LP.

Simple answer? Because it's funny.

 

[Darth Roxor]

Last time we left Scooby and the gang Lauren and Joey, Lauren was getting emo about being outrun by an old woman with improved initiative and bull rush.

Spoiler

Nobody that old should move that fast.

Just keep telling yourself that.

Hrm. Joey, she could SEE you. How could she do that?

I don't know. But I think this case just got a hell of lot more complicated.

Fantastic.

Remember the dictaphone? Apart from storing random piano tunes, it also has some recordings by Lauren.

I've been using it to record my dreams.

Testing, testing. Hello? Does my voice really sound like that? Gotta cut back on the cigarettes. Anyway, I've been having some X-TREME dreams lately, but I don't remember any of them. I get the strangest feeling that they're important, but I can't put my finger on why. I'm keeping this recorder next to my pillow, so I can record what I remember as soon as I wake up.

*next recording*

First entry. February... 21st? Is it? God, my head. I dreamed tonight, it's already fading away. I saw my mother. She was calling out to me and waving. She was smiling. Her face was bright, so bright (cue 'Have you come seeking the light' Oblivion screenshot).

*next*

I see a child. Seven or eight years old. She's surrounded by other children, but she's all alone. I call out to her, but she doesn't hear. Something is wrong. With me? With her? It's fading...

*next*

I see a man in tattered clothes. He looks at me, and screams. I look in a mirror and see a huge horned demon. For some reason, I'm not surprised.

*next*

I'm on the Brooklyn Bridge, staring at the seaport. I'm all alone. Strangely at peace. The water, it looks so cool and inviting. Suddenly, I'm in the water. Floating.

*next*

I dreamt I was in a strange room. The walls are a deep pink and there are books and papers everywhere. Joey is behind me, trying to get my attention. I ignore him. I feel strangely good about it.

next!

I see Jack and Maria. They are far away, but I know it's them. I see his glasses and her bright red hair. I want to join them, I run to catch up. I almost get there, but I trip and fall. Maria turns to help me up, but it's not Maria. She's got red hair like Maria, but it's someone else. She says she's sorry, then I wake up.

!txen

I'm in a hospital room, there's a chinese girl lying on the bed. I want to help her, but she doesn't want to be helped. Suddenly, I say a magic word and her eyes widen with trust. I've made a friend, and yet I don't want her friendship. I run away.

Another one:

I'm on a fire escape. I'm talking with a man who wants to be my friend. Suddenly, his face turns blue, he can't breathe. He dies. It's my fault. I could have stopped it.

Nnnnnnnext!

I'm in a large house. I see gas lamps, and electric lights. I look into a mirror and see an old woman. She reaches out of the mirror to grab me. I take her hand and hold it tight. Then I wake up.

NeEeExT!

I'm on a train, speeding away into the night. Next to me is a man, I know nothing about him, but I trust him. I think I love him. Then he disappears. What did I do wrong?

And the last one (friggin finally):

I'm trapped. Trapped somewhere bright. I see my mother, and a woman I don't recognize. I see Joey, far away, calling out for me. We are fighting for our lives, but it's too late. The world goes dark.

It all sounds like gibberish...

...or does it?

Enough of this foolishness, there's a construction site to investigate

Yep. All's quiet so far.

I'm not getting in this way.

Well, you're not. But there's someone who is:

Stay close to the wall.

Yeah, sure. Let me know what you find *sound of giant door lowering on hydraulics*.

Well? What do you see? Is it clean?

I'm afraid not.

Well, hurry up then. I feel stupid pressed up against this wall.

Hey there.

Hm? Could someone be there? Of course not. No one would be so rude as to enter without knocking.

I said HEY THERE.

No, no. Nobody there. Door is locked and barred. Nobody could get in.

Durrrrr

Just LOOK at me, why don't you? I know you can see me.

No. Visitors MUST knock. Or ring the bell. That's the way it's done.

She's getting on my nerves, y'know.

Um... knock knock?

What? Phew, nobody's there. The door is still closed and bolted.

*Sigh* I'll be back. Friggin' spooks.

Let's explore the white shed.

Woo, a calendar with hot chix.

Hm. The name under the picture is "Farah Fawcett"

I wonder if she likes dead guys.

Well, nowadays she probably does (this game is from '08 iirc)

Anyway, notice the Seagram Realty poster, it's mildly significant. There's also a letter on the table.

And that's all we can do in the shed.

Hello out there.

Joey? What are you doing in there?

How's it going on the outside?

Oh, it's a thrill a minute out here. Like a day at the circus.

Miss me?

Yeah, sure. Like I miss toe fungus.

That's not very nice

I need you to do something.

What?

Hop on one leg.

What? Why?

I'll explain later, just do it.

Okaay...

...

What did that accomplish?

Heh, I can't believe you just did that.

I hate you so much.

Knock on the gate door.

Knock on the door? Why?

I'll explain later, just do it.

A knock? Oh my, a visitor! Ah... just a minute! Is my hair okay? Oh, it'll have to do. Hello?

Hello, miss.

Hello, can I help you?

What's your name?

Excuse me? My name is on the DOOR. If you don't know who I am, then why are you here?

I'm Joey Mallone, miss.

Well mister Mallone. To what do I owe the pleasure?

I'm a bit lost, can you tell me where I am?

Sorry, I'm not sure what you mean. Are you looking for a specific apartment, or...?

Apartment? You mean we're inside a building?

Yes. Are you feeling alright, mister?

You're not in a building, lady. Take a look around.

I don't know WHAT you're talking about. We're on the third floor! Look, there's the elevator down the hall.

Ahh, right. Yeah. I see it. Are you sure YOU are feeling alright?

I have something to tell you. There's no delicate way to put this... you're dead.

Pardon?

Dead and buried, you're a ghost haunting a wasteland.

You're unbalanced! Tell me what you want before I call the police.

You're not in a building, lady.

What are you talking about?

We're on the ground, we're OUTSIDE.

YOU, sir, need glasses. Look at the door: it says "D". Clear as day.

I'd like to ask you some questions.

Look, I've had enough. I'm not going to stand here and indulge in idle chit-chat. Who are you?

Uh... flooring inspector? I sell these fine leather jackets?

I'm with the census bureau. And I have to ask you a couple of questions.

Where's your clipboard?

Excuse me?

I thought all census takers needed a clipboard.

Oh, no. Not anymore. Cutbacks.

You're not fooling me! You're one of THEM, aren't you?

Tee age ee em?

One of... them? Who is "them"?

I told you all before, I'm NOT leaving. The only way you can drag me out of here is as a corpse! GOODBYE.

Not yet, dear.

Slacker.

This was the name signing the letter in the foreman's shed.

Got her. There's a phone number, but no address.

Hello?

Is this Harriet Sherman?

Who is this?

My name is Lauren Blackwell.

What do you want?

I could really use your help.

Help? Why should I help YOU? Why should I help anybody? Nobody's ever done ME any favours. Goodbye. Don't call back

What a pleasant old lady.

You? I thought I told you not to call!

Yeah, I know. Please, just listen.

[bluff] I'm calling from Seagram Realty.

[success]Ooh. Why didn't you say? You've got my sixty dollars?

Uhm. Yes, yes I do. But before I give it to you, I have to ask you a couple of questions.

Fine, fine, fine. Come on by and I'll answer whatever you want. 24 Rector. Down in Battery Park City. Just buzz up.

Yeah?

Got any spare cash on you?

Sorry, left my wallet in other pants. Probably the pair I was buried in.

Fortunately, we can rob Lauren's piggy bank.

It's my 'rainy day jar'. I put some money in it whenever I think of it. It's a trick I learned from my mother. There's around 60 dollars in here now.

How convenient.

Hrm. The things I'll do for a case...

Aaaaand enough for today. Next time we'll be stopping by at the elusive Harriet Sherman's place. Who can she be? A mastermind of evil scheming? An evil lizard overlord? A HAM SANDWICH?!?! Stay tuned to find out!

 

[Angthoron]

I wonder, is Lauren employed somehow? Looks like an expensive hobby.

 

[Erebus]

Maybe she helped the ghost of a pirate and it told her where to find a buried treasure ? I don't see any other way of making money out of what she spends most of her time doing.

One or two of the dreams seem to be referring to Rosa. I'm willing to bet that some of them have no actual meaning.

 

[Angthoron]

One or two of the dreams seem to be referring to Rosa.

That thought crossed my mind as well.

And the pirate treasure thing sounds like it could be what funds her, indeed! Or extortion of some form.

 

[Brother None]

The dreams referring to events in the first Blackwell and - quite likely - to events in this game or the next seems rather obvious.

Angthoron: I bet she's on the dole!

 

[PlanHex]

I bet she's on the pole. The stripping pole.

 

[Darth Roxor]

Let us venture into the lair of... Harriet Sherman!

Spoiler

I'm back here in the kitchen!

Mrs Sherman, if you don't mind. You from Seagram Realty?

Yes.

You have my money?

I wanted to ask you a few questions first.

You're welcome to ask me anything you'd like. AFTER you give me the money :jew: . You got it?

I sure do.

It's about time. Give it here.

Hm. It's all here, sure enough. I'd say thanks, if I hadn't had to fight tooth and nail to get it.

What teeth, you old bat?

Don't worry about it.

Oh, I won't. Now, you wanted to ask me something?

So, tell me about yourself?

Me? Why do you want to know?

Your name came up during an investigation I'm working on.

Investigation? Don't you work for Seagram Realty?

Not exactly

Aaah... you just used them as a way to get to me, huh?

Yes. Is that a problem?

Oh, not at all. Just don't expect your money back.

Charming... :jew:

She's all heart.

What can you tell me about the construction site on 53rd street?

You've been there? How's the old place looking?

It's a big hole in the ground.

Hah! Can only be an improvement. I used to live there, then Seagram Realty bought it and tore it down. Going to build something new and fancy, no doubt.

They kicked you out of your own home?

No big loss. The place was a dump. Plus, they wanted it so badly that they paid most of us a monthly stipend just to leave. Pretty generous, actually. I can almost forgive them for nearly robbing me.

So they paid you money to leave?

Yep. Like I said, it was a pretty generous deal. Building was about to get condemned anyway, so everyone was grateful for the offer. Well, everyone except for Mavis Wilcox.

Who was Mavis Wilcox?

A lunatic, is what she was. She lived down the hall from me, so I know how crazy she was.

Why was she crazy?

She refused to leave, is why. Seagram was offering her a fortune, but she still refused.

Why did Mavis refuse to leave?

She was a lunatic, I believe I already established this. A total shut-in. The prospect of leaving her little apartment terrified her. I'm old and feeble. If I could manage the move, she could have. Course, it doesn't matter now.

Did they ever get Mavis to leave?

Oh, you could say that. You could DEFINITELY say that. She left, all right. Left the entire world, in fact.

You mean she died?

Yes. Someone broke in and choked her to death, right in her apartment she loved so much. I'd call it ironic if it weren't so tragic.

uh... that sounds familiar.

Did they ever find out who killed Mavis?

No, some street kid, most likely. Thought the building was empty and went in to steal whatever was left over. Didn't count on anyone being there, bumped into Mavis and had to kill her. Happens all the time.

How well did you know Mavis?

Like I said, I lived just down the hall from her, on the third floor. I didn't know her well, but she did get some mail right before they smashed the place up. I took it, just in case a relative or something came looking. It's been six months, and nothing.

Do you still have Mavis' things?

Yes I do. Such as they are. There wasn't much, just that envelope on the counter.

Could I look at it?

You knew Mavis?

Sort of, yes.

Well, you might as well take a look at them. Nobody else has come looking.

Good bye, mrs Sherman.

Don't mention it.

Phat loot?

Just a photograph and a letter

Meh

Mitchell? Peculiar that he's involved again, isn't it?

That's the ghost at the construction site.

So our ghost's name is Mavis Wilcox.

I'd bet the farm on it.

The kid doesn't look too happy to be with Mavis.

I'd just say he looks like he has down syndrome.

He's wearing a Columbia University sweatshirt.

Columbia University, operator speaking. How may I direct your call?

Uh... oops?

We'll need more evidence before we can phone the University!

So let's visit our good friend Director Skinner in the meantime.

Do you know anything about a strange old woman wandering the streets?

I've met plenty of strange old women, miss Blackwell. Some stranger than others. Can you give me more details?

She calls herself The Countess.

...

Mr Mitchell?

I'm thinking. No. I can safely say that I've never set eyes on this woman. I'm sorry.

Orly?

Did you know Mavis Wilcox?

Miss Wilcox? Yes, I remember her. Lived uptown aways, before she died.

How did you know her?

I wanted to write a piece about her, so I met her for a spell. Interesting woman. How did you know her?

I'm looking into her death.

I see.

So what can you tell me about Mavis? I get the impression that she didn't get out much.

That's an understatement. I came in touch with her through a colleague who was covering the demolition. I wondered what made a woman like that tick, so I made an appointment to meet her.

What was she like?

A very gracious woman. Brought me in, made a cup of tea. Showed me pictures of her family. All-in-all, it was a pleasant way to spend an afternoon.

What happened to her?

Killed, so they say. Was found choked to death in her apartment.

Any thoughts on who did it?

Well, there were rumours that the Labour Union decided to take matters into their own hands, as it were. But I doubt that. The police ruled that it was a squatter or drifter, or something. And left it at that.

What do you think?

Me? I have no theory.

Why did you want to write about her?

I found her fascinating. She was asked to leave, she was begged to leave. She was even offered lots of money to leave. But she kept refusing. She was too scared. I had to know why.

And what did you discover?

That, miss Blackwell, is the eternal question. I've spoken to hundreds of people over the years, and most of them were odder than Mavis. It's impossible to decipher the whys and the hows. As time went on, I've contented myself with just the whats.

I'd like to read your piece on Mavis.

I'm afraid I no longer have it.

Do you know what issue it was in? I'd like to look it up.

I never published it. I was going to, but then Mavis died, and it just seemed wrong somehow. I don't have the rough copies anymore, I'm sorry.

Well, that's all for now, I think.

All right. You have a good night now.

His little story resembles the one about the jazzman a little bit too much, don't you think?

For now let's check if we can get some new info from the ghost, since we have some background on her.

My, I'm popular today. Oh... you again.

I'd like to ask you some questions.

Look, I've had enough. I'm not going to stand here and indulge in idle chit-chat. Who are you?

[bluff] It's me, your son.

[success] Sam?

Yep, that's me.

Sam! It's been sooo long, look at you!

Yeah, look at me.

Sorry I was so rude. I almost didn't recognize you. Come on in, Sam, I'll make you dinner.

Ah, no, I can only stay for a dinner. I have some questions I need to ask you.

Of course, Sam.

So. Mom. How's it going?

Oh, you know me, Sam. It's tough living here on my own. But I get by.

Yeah, I can see that. Listen, mom. I need you to think very carefully. What's the last thing you remember?

What do you mean? Answering the door and seeing you, of course!

And before that?

Nothing. You know nobody comes here. Except the grocer, sometimes. And that...

That who?

Nobody.

Ominous!

So, mom. How are my brother and/or sisters?

Very subtle, Joey. Very subtle.

That's not funny, Sam. You know you're an only child.

Right, just checking. How's dad, mom?

Oh, Sam. You know that your father is dead. John Durkin died years ago.

Waaaaaait a minute...

Huh?

Ah, right. Sorry.

Mom, look around carefully. Are you SURE that you're at home?

You're so confusing, Sam. Look at the door, it says 'D', clear as day.

Have you been talking to a reporter from The New Yorker?

Yes! Such a nice man. He came over and talked to me for a bit. I liked him. He listened to me.

What did you talk about?

Oh, this and that. Don't know why he was so interested.

Have you seen any strange old women lurking around here?

An old woman...?

Yeah.

I... No. No, I haven't.

Orly?

You sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

So tell me about yourself, mom.

Sam, since when did you become so interested?

Just trying to get to know you better.

Well, isn't that sweet! But I honestly don't know what to tell you.

So... what can you tell me about... me?

You're so confusing, Sam.

Nevermind. Do you know a guy named John Durkin?

Is that a joke Sam? You know he's been dead for ten years.

Ah, sorry.

How can you forget? He was your father!

Slipped my mind.

Smoooooooth operator.

Slipped your MIND?

Just look, forget it. I'm going to go now, mom. I'll come back to visit you soon.

Sure, Sam. I'll be here.

Oh, just dandy.

Ok, time to properly call the university. But we can't just ask for 'Sam', so...

Mavis Wilcox is Sam's mother. Stands to reason his last name would be Wilcox too.

Columbia University, operator speaking

Can you direct me to Sam Wilcox?

Sorry, there's no Sam Wilcox listed.

No? Are you sure?

He's not in the directory.

Thanks anyway. I thought for sure that would work.

Hmm...

Maybe Sam didn't use his mother's last name. He could have used his mother's.

Sam Durkin, eh?

How about Sam Durkin? Is there a Sam Durkin listed?

Sam Durkin... yes, hold on please

It's about time.

Durkin.

Is this Sam?

Yes, who's this?

My name is Lauren Blackwell. I was hoping to ask you a few questions about your mother.

Oh, questions, huh?

Yeah.

All right, I'll bite. How do you know my ma?

I'm investigating her death.

Oh, you're a cop, are you? Because my dad was a cop. I know people, I can check.

No, I'm not a cop.

Didn't think so. Just a concerned citizen, huh?

That's right.

Somehow, I don't believe you. Nobody in their right mind would be concerned about my ma.

Whether you believe me or not, it can't hurt to talk to me.

Maybe, maybe not. But if you knew her, you'd know what apartment number she was in.

I would?

Sure you would. She never left the damn place. So what was it?

Hmmm....

All right. Maybe you DID know her.

Score!

Thank you.

So, what do you want to know about her?

What do you know about her death?

It was suicide.

She killed herself?

Not literally. But it was like she chose to die. She had every opportunity to leave. They were going to pay her and find her a new place and everything. I tried to get her out, but that's my ma. She couldn't be dragged out of that dump by anybody or anything.

Do you know who killed her?

She was killed by some junkie, wasn't she?

So they say.

You think different?

That's what I'm trying to find out.

Well, good luck to you.

How close were you with your mother?

Close? Think of the farthest place you can, then add another ten thousand miles. That's how close we were. Woman wasn't a mother. Just crazy on wheels.

Did Mavis EVER leave her apartment?

Never. Not once in the last fifteen years.

So, she had a bunker like Cleve?

You don't seem... upset by her death.

Upset? Sure, she was my ma. But am I gonna lose sleep? No. She drove my pop out of the house and into an early grave. I once thought I'd follow in his footsteps, but not anymore. The woman didn't go anywhere. Never DID anything. But she was killing me, just by existing. Now I feel like I can breathe again. That's the truth.

What was it like, living with her?

You kidding? I lived with my pop. After three years of marriage he had enough. Glad he had the sense to take me with him.

And after your father died?

I got by.

You never visited your mother?

Yeah, I visited her on Mother's Day, if that's what you want to know. Even got her a present once.

Really?

Yeah, for all the good it did.

What did you give your mom for Mother's Day?

I don't think that's any of your business, lady. It's been years. Just dust in the ground now.

Bye, Sam. Thanks for your time.

Yeah.

And the last thing for today, let's have a chat with Joey, why the hell not?

Hey, Joey.

What's the deal?

Joseph Mitchell certainly is... interesting.

Yeah, interesting. Did you notice his typewriter?

No, what about it?

There was dust on it. And the paper was blank. That thing hasn't seen much use in a long time.

Maybe he uses a pen and paper?

Hm. Maybe.

That's it for now.

A reporter who doesn't write anything? Is that odd or what?

Anyway, we're steadily approaching the Grand Finale. If my memory serves me well, next update should feature the exorcism of Mavis Wilcox.

'Till next time.

 

[Brother None]

OMFG. Joseph Mitchell?!?!!? IS DEAD?!

I see Dead People!

Heh

Man this stuff is interesting. I loved the apartment "puzzle".

Also petition for the dev to rerelease Unbound using Roxor's avatars. They rock!

 

[Gondolin]

OMFG. Joseph Mitchell?!?!!? IS DEAD?!

I see Dead People!

Heh

You could be right. Fuck, it didn't even cross my mind.

 

[Krraloth]

Very nice LP , moar please!

 

[Azael]

OMFG. Joseph Mitchell?!?!!? IS DEAD?!

I see Dead People!

Heh

You could be right. Fuck, it didn't even cross my mind.

Wouldn't make much sense, he looks nothing like the ghosts that have been presented so far and a bunch of other reasons which I can't be assed to type.

He's up to no good for sure though.

More?

 

[Krraloth]

Bumpy mc-bump?

 

[KickAss]

bump!

 

[Jim Cojones]

:D

 

[Cassidy]

I decided to play the entire trilogy after seeing this thread, except I did the construction site first then the bridge in Unbound.