Not Quite Lovecraft

"I wish I did. Then you could catch those thugs." You shook your head. "I don't know what he's been doing in New York, last I knew he was on a research trip in Africa."

The investigator gave a grunt and noted that down. "We'll do what we can."

You nodded. You headed to the hospital to check on Jackson. He was in surgery when you arrived. You were quick to make sure the hospital was aware to bill you for everything, and that you would be willing to pay whatever was necessary to make sure he got the best care possible.

[ ]Wait for Jackson to wake up after surgery
[ ]Start looking for clues in his hotel room
[ ]Write-in

You talked to the police, making sure they understood your concern about the criminals coming back to finish Jackson off, and supplying a generous donation to the department for them to station a police officer in Jackson's room at all hours to watch him. The best that you could you were going to make sure that he survived this.

You dug out your paint after that and carefully began to paint eyes across the room, infusing them with protective watchfulness. You wouldn't be able to look through the eyes directly, but you should be able to receive a warning from them if something happened. The paint you chose was close to the color of the walls, so it should hopefully go unnoticed. It wouldn't do any good if someone tried to clean it up, or moved what room Jackson was in.

You wanted to set a door leading to Jackson's room, but you simply didn't have the time to do so. It was annoying. Doing magic through painting tended to be slow. Perhaps it would be a good idea for you to look into faster methods of accessing power than the rituals you currently used. The spells you did know were mostly defensive ones against the dead and the fat vampires. They had saved your life and others, but they were not all purpose.

You weren't going to just wait for the police of course. You knew there was more to this case than just some humans being upset about Jackson finding out possible crimes they committed. He told you it had to do with Larkin. And that it was big. You headed back to his room and started digging.

You found the bag that Jackson tended to carry with him when doing his investigations and opened it up to rummage in. There was a copy of his book about the cult in Peru that he had written about as a warning about the fat vampires. There was of course several pencils and pens, along with his favorite brand of cigarettes. You found an old letter from a Warren Besart in Egypt that Jackson had received a couple years ago, discussing an individual named Faraz Najjar on the Street of Jackals who had in his possession a curios that Jackson would be interested in for his research into the land and its past.

You found an old business card for the director of the Penhew Foundation in London, and a recently finished matchbook from the Stumbling Tiger Bar in Shanghai. Lastly you found a blurry photograph of boats at a dock in China, with a large steam powered yacht and the letters D A R visible on its side. Unfortunately the full name of the yacht was hidden by the other boats in the dock.

[ ]Contact Jackson's publisher Jonah Kensington to ask about more of Jackson's research notes
[ ]Refresh your memory on the Carlyle Expedition that Jackson mentioned
[ ]Book a ship to London
[ ]Book a ship to Egypt
[ ]Write-in

You returned to the hospital once more. Jackson was resting now, not in surgery. Surely he'd wake up tomorrow, sore but on his way to recovery. As long as he was kept safe at least. You had a plan now, but you wanted to call Emily up and check in with her about it. You used the phone at the hotel to do so. Emily listened as you explained your wish to adapt your nightmare spell to something that simply allowed you to cross into someone's dreams to communicate. She was very intrigued by this and was quick to offer to help you do so.

You worked for the next couple of days with Emily putting it together. You used paint made from plants in the Garden to paint symbols that would link your mind with Jackson's and allow you to travel into it when you slept. You stepped in and carefully painted Jackson with care before settling in to sleep beside him for the night. He was healing, and no one had attacked him during the couple days he was recovering in the hospital so far, so you had hope.

Jackson's dream was not what you had expected. You had thought he would be facing the trauma of the murderers, or perhaps the cultists. Instead you found him riding elephants as he took notes on different parts of the landscape that would root themselves up and take flight. He nodded at you with a smile and noted down your own presence.

[ ]Write-in