When he arrived at six, he hadn't expected to see anyone dead. That was the least of his expectations ... He hadn't even known the detective, and he felt somewhat responsible for his death. If he had come along instead of wasting his time with the Widow Merriweather, he could have made sure that they stayed out of the attic.

Walking around the room, he memorized the look on each and everyone's faces. The pale skin. The empty eyes. It must have been horrible. Especially for the young singer ... No woman should be subjected to such terrible things. Wrapping a blanket around her shoulders, he looked into her eyes, and tried to say something, but ended up turning away instead.

The night was young, though. And there was plenty more to come ...

Sunrise, perhaps, not being one of those things ...

Tor sat down in one of the corners shiwering because of the cold wind.

-The one who said I would end up with a boring life should be shot.

Joseph was beginning to get increasingly edgy. First the events that he could not explain, the murder and now this ritual which apparently they were going to conduct, it all seemed... so unreal. Defiant of common logic. Nervously he opened his briefcase and loaded his rifle with the ammo within, drawing back the bolt, in preparation to fire if necessary. This done he moved to the shadowy edges of the room, where he stood, ready.

Someone watching their watch saw the clock tick over. Midnight. The ceremony begins.

12:00 PM

The chanters as one begin the chant. A few stumble at first speaking the strange words, but after a few minutes, everything seems alright. The Latin speaker has no trouble speaking it, giving his allies a chance to stumble and continue without breaking the chant. Ten minutes pass, with nothing but the chanting to pay attention too. The Watchers look both inside and outside the house, looking for anything suspicious. There is no sign of the creature so far.

12:10 PM

OOC: Next update in a few minutes.

12:20 PM

Everyone is tense and on edge at this point. No one knows what is going to happen, but it seems to be going well so far. Then someone hear something, and the next thing you know, there is a horrible SMASH from the attic as the beast returns, leaping into the attic. The quick and brutal return startles some and makes a few chanters skip a beat, but the others continue on. You hear a snuffling as the creature seems to be sniffing you out. After a few seconds, it stops, and you hear a growl.

It knows what you are doing. And it is angry.

William pulls out the pewter crucifix he had brought with him. Silently he says a Pater noster in his mind.

Clara fumbled a bit when she heard the monster, but she knew she couldn't give up, so she concentrated on the chanting, trying to put the monster in the back of her mind.

12:30 PM

The beast has not even started. Suddenly there is a horrible howl of fury, and you hear the beast rumbling around in the attic. Suddenly there is a BOOM that shakes the whole house to it's foundation. The walls quiver, and random trinkets fall from shelves. There is another boom, adn a third. The howling and screams from the attic continue, the beast raging about with supernatural fury in the attic. Panic hits a few of you, but once again a few of the chanters hold in there, and the others return quickly. The fury seems to go on and on, until the raging and horror fade to the background, the Chanters intent on their duty, and the Watchers eyeing the roof warily.

William looks up towards the attic with fear in his eyes. He crosses himself.

" In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti.

Pater noster, qui es in caelis,
sanctificetur nomen tuum.
Adveniat regnum tuum.
Fiat voluntas tua, sicut in caelo et in terra.
Panem nostrum quotidianum da nobis hodie,
et dimitte nobis debita nostra,
sicut et nos dimittimus debitoribus nostris.
Et ne nos inducas in tentationem:
sed libera nos a malo. Amen."
He says, but his voice is paralyzed with fear so he only mouths the words.

The beast rages forever it seems. The walls shake and quiver like aged paper, looking ready to fall apart at any second. The ceiling shakes and wobbles on the verge of caving in. It goes on and on, a hideous unending war against the house. And just as it seems the house will collapse under the Lurkers's Fury, it stops.

The profound silence of nothing but the chanters "hymn" strikes at your core, almost as disturbing as the raging. You know it must be plotting, it must be desperate to stop you. It is at least as intelligent as any human, and it wishes to stay and be free, to feed, to kill more. The watchers look at each other, but their gaze inevitably falls back on the roof to see what the beast is preparing next.

OOC: how long does the ceremony take? *whimpers and hopes the monster will go away and decide to eat chocolate chip cookies instead*

The chanter continue their chant...

12:45 PM

The first warning is an odd smell. As time passes, the smell seems to be intensifying. A nauseating smell like a cess pit and an open grave floods the room, horrible beyond recognition. The smell is almost enough alone to make you want to flee the room, and a few of the chanters cough and hack, but once again their numbers and the fact that some are holding out saves you. The chant continues as the pungent odor continues to fill the room.

Neil pulled his .45 free, and checked it. Perfectly clean, full clip, (I think I have three) three back up clips, each holding 12 shots.

He glanced around the room nervously, but then pulled a spare bullet out, put it in the chamber, racked the slide back, and removed the safety. Somehow, the weight of it in his hands reassured him.

And to think, before this he thought D.A. proceedings were scary.

Father William noticed a few of the chanters had stopped chanting. He was tempted to jump in.

"Keep going we're almost to the half way point."

Just as William spoke, there was a plop right in front of him. He looked up, as did the others, to see some vile goo falling through cracks in the roof, and spreading across it. This goo seems to be the source of the stench. It is vile and disguting, an oily, thick black.

As the time passes, the goo falls faster, and there is more of it. Many are afraid to touch it, but it finally makes contact. There is a horrible hissing, and the effected person yells and smacks the glod off their arm. When they look at it, there is a nasty place where the acidic goo ate through both sleeve and skin and a nasty burnt spot is no on their arm. Everyone rebdoubles their efforts to dodge the goo, and while a few more people are hit, and the goo leaves a nasty, deep burn, many are able to dodge it. Soon the rain stops, and when everyone looks at the roof, the goo is drying up, as well as on the floor. The wounded do their best to protect their wounds with clothing or random cloth. The chanters continue their chant.

1:00 PM


OOC: Check the update to see who got hit.

To spite the demon and the wound it inflicted Father William joins the chant.

Neil had been lucky enough to avoid the falling slime.

OOC: I just noticed...I have the second lowest sanity...and I was trying to make my guy mage-capable. Wow....we're all doomed.

Mike was lucky and hadn't gotten hit in any major places by that acidic slime. He continued chanting and wondered if it would ever stop.

Jim put an arm to the point where the goo dropped, hissing in pain, and then going directly back to the chant.

1:20 PM

After the gas and acid attack, the Lurker has been distrubingly quiet, with not a sound heard again. The watchers are getting restless and keeping a sharp eye out, and the Chanter's continue their endless chant. Everything has been too quiet for too long.

OOC: Celes, if your going to the basement, go now. Next event is about to happen.

OOC: O.O Oh, crap, I don't like the sound of this "next event."

1:20 PM

The endless cahnting almost covered it up. Clara ((She has a high listen)) hears an odd noise outside. She looks out one of the back windows and looks carefully in the darkness for the sounds she is hearing. She spots something, a dark figure crawling slowly towards the house. The sounds she hears are the figure trying to call for help, as the obviously wounded figure slowly crawls towards the house.

OOC: Oh crap oh crap oh crap.

Not daring to pause his chanting, Jim went on.


OOC: OHMYGODWE'REGOINGTODIE!!! *hugs everyone like a scared little school girl*

"G-Guys..." Clara said softly, as to not disturb the chanters, "There's something outside... it looks like a hurt person..." She looked through the window, then took a few steps back from it, "He looks hurt." She said in a shakey voice.

William wanted to help the person, but he had to finish the ritual first.

Neil walked to the window, and levelled his gun at the man.

"We can't trust anything. Now to remove this..."

Frankie broke his chanting long enough to look at the lawyer. "You idiot! Don't shoot the window, the wards are carved on the windows!" He then caught himself and quickly fell back into chanting before anyone else faltered.

Marcus Kept Chanting this time stronger maybe to emphasize something...

OOC: I don't want to assume that everyone filled Gabriel in on the situation, especially about the powders, but I would like to know because it is very important with what I'm about to do.

Leaving the rest of the watchers, Gabriel searched around for a chair. Finding one he broke off two of its legs. Wrapping strips of blanket around the legs he made two make shift torches. Placing them under his armpits, he grabbed the vial of powder and proceeded to move to the frontdoor.

Pausing as his hand reached for the door, he turned back, an idea forming in his head. He needed something that could easily fit in his coat pocket, and would be strong enough to stop a bullet.

Neil raised his gun back up, dropping his idea of shooting the wounded man.

"I just don't like this situation."

"Forty minutes more of this and the beast up there will be able to stop us. We have to draw it away. Failing that ... we have to go up stairs and keep it busy ..." Gabriel thought outloud. His face was a thunderstorm of emotions, raging through his eyes, and down to his tight lipped frown.

Breaking the hinges on the metal box, he removed the lid. Wrapping it in cloth from the blankets he placed it in his right inside jacket pocket, over his heart. Lighting the torches in the fireplace, he looked to the ceiling.

"Well ... it's either up, or out ... whose coming with me?"

No one answered.

He smiled. It wasn't a happy smile. It wasn't a sad smile. It was a smile that said 'I'm going to do this. Wish me luck.'

Turning around, the torch in his left hand switching to his right, he opened the door. Looking around the corner to see what the 'human shadow thing' was, he mad a made dash to his car. Once he was there, he was going to wave the torches as madly as he could.

After that ... Well, he didn't know ...

"Well, he's going to die. I get his pants." said Neil half-heartedly in a desperate attempt to lighten the mood.

OOC: While that is funny and unexpected, you should delete it. I didn't know he had updated to this point.

Gabriel throws open the front door and runs to the cars, where he starts waving his two torches and jumping around.

He was a few feet to his car and closing ... so far the demon hadn't made a move ...

ooc I think someone botched their insinty check oh well have to keep on chanting...
Mark still chants on hoping for the best for the poor guy...

Clara looked out the window at Gabriel, who had run out, "Get back in here...." She said under her breath, knowing he wouldn't be able tohear her, but he wouldn't have listened to her anyway, he seemed determined on what he was doing. She kept an ear and an eye open for anything, wishing she had some kind of weapon.

Below the house, something stirred. It got up, and slowly walked up the stairs. Carefully, silently, it reached the top and opened the door. It took one step out, two, and looked around, spotting the nearest being. It slowly walked up behind him, and the rotting corpse of David bit into Frankie's shoulder. Frankie, understandably, was distracted from his chanting and yelled.

As Gabriel ran to the car, his only warning was a quick thumping behind him of something moving fast. He had time for one quick action.

Diving to the side, Gabriel hears his heart beat slow with everything around him.

Everything slows to a crawl. Time doesn't move at all.

In stasis he waits for the darkness to grab him by the ankles ...

Frankie let out a loud string of curses at the pain of the bite, as well as the initial scream, and pulled out his pistol, shooting at the head of the thing latched onto his shoulder, before he even realized that it was slightly less dangerous than the thing in the attic.

OOC: You shouldn't have dodged Demon, you only have a 20% in dodge...

As Gabriel fell back and away from the monster, it easily bats away one of the torches with one invisable appendage, then the last thing Gabriel feels is unimaginable pain as invisable claws rip deep into his guts, then a sharp blow to the head and -

As Frankie struggles to escape the zombie's grip, he shoots three bullets into it's head. It lets go and lurches back, but with most of it's head blown off it seems oddly unphased as it lurches forward again at Frankie.

Jim stood, watching in fear, mumbling the chanting while he watched. His eyes were wide open in a shocked face.

Neil turned on the body, and dropped two bullets into its legs.

One into the back of the thighs, and one into the backs of it's ankles, trying to blow the tendons to drop it.

Frankie turned around and kept shooting at the creature, aiming for it's central body mass, trying to blow it apart, and not thinking logically past the point of 'That's a dead body that just bit my arm. It must die. Again. What the hell am I thinking? Oh just shoot it!'

Clara quickly found herself in a corner of the room, she buried her face in her hands and began screaming. She would occationally look up with wide, frightened eyes.

(OOC: at least the screaming is mostly muffled by her hands)

One bullet from Neil hits, blowing a chunk out of it's leg, but not slowing it down. Tor also raises his gun and fires, hitting the zombie in the chest. All three bullets hit from Frankie, and while it paused for a second, it does not stop. Instead it gets in range, and lunges at Frankie. It latches on and bites deep into his neck, causing blood loss and sending him unconscious.

OOC: Someone better kick that zombie off...

Marcus Knew something bad happen but just kept on chanting...

OOC: Fine, I guess I need to save Frankie's life... And make the other characters do something...

Father William took a split second to judge the situation and acted. He ran around the Pentagram, not wanting to mess it up, and kicked the zombie in the face. The face caved in, making the zombies head disintigrate, and the bodt fell over, dead once more and for good.

OOC: Frankie is now in need of a medic, or at least being moved to safe ground.

Marcus Keeps chanting and points to his near by med kit...

Henry tried his best to ignore what was going on, he didn't want to die because he did something foolish. At the moment, all he had to do was keep on chanting. Someone had to, afterall, and if noone did...

ooc-Does Henry still have David's gun?

OOC: Yes. And now for the Final Battle...

1:55 PM

It has been a long hard road, but the ceremony is almost over. The watchers are back in position, Frankie was put in the basement for safekeeping after being stabalized, and the remaining Chanters were all ready.

As the clock tolls five minutes till the end, suddenly some people notice a thin whips of smoke coming from the ceiling. It winds down and begins to form in the center of the the pentagram, churning and turning thicker. A minute passes, it is 1:56 PM, and suddenly the mist solidifies in a second, and for the first time the Lurker is revealed in all it's unholy glory. The thing is hideous, a twisting mess of long, black arms ending in claws, balck tentacles to grab and rip apart foes, and endless maws full of long, sharp teeth to burrow down to the heart of it's prey. The thing reachs and grabs for those nearby, trying to kill those attempting to banish it, but it's grasping claws always stop at the edge of the pentagram, forced back by the magics in it. The beast snarled and hissed, the hideous monster desperate to take revenge in any way possible.

However, those suffering from Insanity after seeing this horrilbe beast instead see something beutiful and amazing appear. For some reason, they are drawn to it, and can't keep themselves from approaching it to embrace this glorious thing...

ooc I think and hope according to the chart I don't have the Spec Insanity...

Marcus with nerves of steel just chanted louder and harder as the beast mangeled around...

Clara's eyes widened as she saw something beautiful decend. <It must be an angel... here to save us... from this hell on earth.> She began to inch closer to the thing, her eyes wide with wonder.

(OOC; oh please oh please oh please don't let me die.... ^^;; )

ooc-Whoa...Spirit's the final Chanter. Hope nothing happens to him.

He had trouble finding the words to describe what was before him. Finally, after what seemed like a minute, he found it. Magnificent brilliance...is this what we're trying to banish? Forgetting about the chanting, he opens his arms and starts forward to hug the beast.

"Beatiful," he whispers, and nothing else is said.

OOC: Spirit and J Man actually...

The clock ticks down, 3 minutes, but some of the chanters and other have stopped and only stare at the hideous abomination. Two however stay strong and continue the chant, as the beast uses all it's power to try and influence the minds of the others.

2 Minutes, suddenly one of the stunned chanters moves forward. One step, another, another. A few people yell to stop, but they are too far gone.

Father William took one step too far. He put one foot inside the Circle, and with a quick yank at his foot, and one swing of a tentacle, the beast snapped the Father's neck like a twig. He hurled the body back at the others, but it slammed into a wall, the beast's rage overruling it's ability.

1 Minute. Sweat pours down the faces of the last two chanters. The can only watch helplessly as the others are slowly stepping towatds the beast. Some of them seem to stop, and continue, as if their minds are conflicted about going on, but one is not. Sgt. Owens walks right into the circle without faltering a step. It is his last step, as the monster reaches and slams one clawed hand into him. He expereinces a moment of intense pain and shock, then another clawed hand swings around, ripping his head from his body in one swift movement, and hurling the head into Jim ((Who failed his sanity check)). Jim looks at it stupidly for a second, then recoils in horror yelling.

The beast hurls the body out of the circle, but as it reaches for the next victim, suddenly there is a flash of light. The beast is lifted off the ground, and seems to be shrinking. A hideous, soul turning wail screams out of the beast as it is shrinks back down to a tiny size. Everyone, even the last chanter Dr. Marcus, throws their hands over their ears to block out the pain, but the beast still twists and wails. Then there is a bright, blinding flash, and a massive woosh of air that knocks everyone off their feet and hurls them falt on their backs. When vision returns, the Lurker, and the Gold Box, are gone.

Henry, now back in the realm of reality, noticed that the lurker was gone. However, before he started to cheer he noticed that two more bodies had been added to the dead, and another looked like he was going to die.

"Damn..." Was it really a win? He didn't know, but he did understand that they couldn't just stand here. "Someone needs to help the bleeding guy, and I don't know what to do. Also, we need to get the car keys and an explanation for all this.

"I'm ready to blame this all on some sort of cult. What about you guys?"

"What the hell. Was that" said Joseph panting slowly. He was very much shaken, his mind wracked with fear and delusions. A glance at the two bodies forced him to look away. He hadn't thought this sort of thing would phase him, but the sheer unbelievability of the entire situation was knawing at his brain. With a shudder he collapsed into a nearby chair, and began hyperventilating.

Jim shook slowly, watching the beast disappear. Then, remembering that he still had a head on him, he batted it away, disgusted. He sighed in relief. "Let's get out of here as soon as possible. I don't want to stay here any longer than necessary."

Doctor Marcus starts to help the others that were hurt by the infernal monster. then he says " Hey could some body help me patch these guys up?"

OOC FZ grab the reigns while I am gone I'll be back later tonight...

After the horrors they experienced that night, time was a blur. The deaths of so many friends in such a small time effected everyone deeply, but with the end of the Lurker, the impact of what they entered was huge. That is when they knew, that these creatures do exist, and there are few people to stop them. They knew that, since they did know about these beasts, it had become their responsibility to take on these monsters as well.

After burning the house down with all the evidence inside, and telling a horror story of a group of mad cultists that lured them there, the police believed them, and began a full investigation. Nothing was ever discovered, and the murders were unsolved.

A few days later, a lawyer gathered everyone once again at his office. The Investigator's learned that Merriweather had left them an impressive estate right outside of the city of Arkham ((This is where the college is you were studying at, and where the hospital that Merriweather died at is)), and a sizable sum of money. They knew this would be very useful, and spent the money to furnish the mansion with things they would need, and set themsleves up as an investigation buisness. They made sure however, that as they did things like help police investigations, they always kept an eye on the news for strange phenomina to investigate.

Dr. Armitage recieved word that the beast had been banished, and congratualted them. He said that while he was also relativly new to the mythos and knew very little, if they needed any help in the future, they could call on him.

While the past was grim, the Investigators looked ahead and hoped for a bright future...

((You have three game weeks of time before the next mission happens. You need to post what your char is doing on a weekly basis, what you are doing. You can train a skill, do things like buy items (Or research artifacts you may find) to help in the future, or even research with Dr. Armitage, although keep in mind the Mythos penalties. You can do anything you want, but I have final say on your actions, so if you post something you can't do, I will ask you cahnge it. Keep in mind, you may only do 1 action a week, even if it is something as simple as buying vital gear. Anyone that hasn't posted an update in 24-48 hours will be dropped from the RP.))

Father Ted had begun his investigation the day of his friend's funeral. Mcrguder was a kind man, but he also knew he could handle himself in a fight. The story he got from the police just didn't sit well with him. He went to the burnt down farm house, but that place just sent a shiver up his spine. The smell of smoke still hung on the farm even a week later.
Soon his investigation led hime to the mansion his friend had inherited. Ted was slightly taller than Father Mcgruder, but he was esentially just a skinny twig. His wire frame glasses looking at the oak door. He rang the buzzer.

Week One - Phillip studies for his exams, work is sparse.
Week Two - Phillip finishes his exams, school ends, work is sparse.
Week Three - Monday - Recieves a call from Macalistar Valentine (see atached post -'Enter Phillip Monroe' in Disscussion 3 thread). Leaves very same day.

There were very few leads that he could follow. None that seemed they would go anywhere, but he had to chase them down. The letter Gabriel had recived mentioned that there would be a gathering of Merriweather's friends. Logically, the first place he decided to start his investigations was with Mrs. Merriweather.

Her son had answered the door, and Phillip had given him as much information as possible that would help him talk to the Widow. The man told him that he would not allow an audience with his mother, but the list of attendants was still in his father's study. Giving Phillip the list, he told him to go away and leave his family alone.

The list was a start. It was, more or less, the only lead that he had. In his inside coat pocket he had a photo of Gabriel. If he could track down his friends, he hoped that they might be of some help.

The list was lenghty enough, and it would take some time to get any valuble information. Phillip shugged. He might as well make it interesting. There was a name on the page. The only name of its kind.

Clara ...

If she was from out of town, she might must have stayed somewhere in town. The same was true for all the names. Perhaps the shared a hotel. Merriweather might have set up accomidations for his friends, after all ... He would continue his investigation by finding out where she, and possibly all of them, had stayed.

That would involve calling every hotel town and asking the manager's if anyone on the list had been staying there. And if so, was anyone else on the list staying there, too.

Rubbing the stubble on his chin, he set off to find a directory.

Week 1: Lay in the hospital, try to get lucky with the cute nurses and Clara if she visits.
Week 2: Walk around the hospital, try to get lucky with the cute secretaries, cute nurses, and Clara if she visits.
Week 3: Buy a full suit of platemail with some of the money they were left, to protect from zombies. If he can't do that, then he'll practice dodging.

Frankie was hurt and bed-ridden, and had been forced to do much of the dealing with the police, due to the fact that he was the best at talking with them, and the others relied on him a bit. That didn't keep him from having some fun, however, constantly flirting with the nurses, secretaries, and any female visitors as well. It was the only thing he had to amuse himself with.

Once he got out of the hospital, however, he decided to get marginally serious and try to find some way to defend himself from any more evil things trying to, you know, eat him alive.

(OOC: I expect fast talk checks on the gettin' lucky... or not.)

Nice...

Week 1 Beefs up on occult knowlege by some means
Week 2 Starts target practice ( Hand Gun)
Week 3 Starts Tending to clients who have been "attacked"[first aid] (or if he can beef up on Psychoanlysis if at all possible)

Edit ooc hope this is acceptable..
Marcus Spent most of the three weeks after studying what happened and shooting while trying to deal with people who were attacked by unusual "monsters."

Week 1 - Locksmith is practiced.
Week 2 - Locksmith is practiced.
Week 3 - Fast talking is practiced.

Three weeks ago, Dave McDhoul had plans for a large robbery he was going to do to a local rich guy. First he needed a skeleton key to get past any locks he may encounter. For a week, Dave spent some of his time learning about proper skeleton keys, as well as picking locks.

A week later he was done. Using his new tools, Dave broke into the rich guy's house and stole several pieces of fancy jewelry from him. Two days later, he went back and stole money and a little more jewelry.

Week after that. Cops came to Dave and he was questioned. After talking to the officers and getting them to leave, Dave packed up and left the city he was in, knowing that even though he got those cops to leave, more would come. Went to Boston, went to an illegal bar, did some stuff, began to live with a friend to lay low. Is not looking for a job, under a fake name of course. That name being... Jack Mehoff.


Edit - OOC: Add several pieces of fancy jewelry to Dave's inventory. Add a skeleton key and lock picking kit as well.

ooc-Damn..I usually check the discussion first...oh well.

Week 1: Goes around city, looking for contacts.
Week 2: Is Studying Mythos.
Week 3: Studies more mythos.

Having decided to permantly stay in this city he realized that to get by he'd need some contacts. So, for the first seven days, he went out and got to know the people and city better.
When the first week had gone by, he decided to do something more focused on the art of the cults. Though more than a little hesitant, he met with Mr. Armitage and decided to study some mythos, which he hopefully did.

Week 1-Uses Jim as a shrink
Week 2-Trains his dodging range
Week 3-Fixes his office in the mansion and collects his dog

Wanting to live in the mansion he got his dog from New York and started to train how to "NOT" being bitten by zombies and such, he also had Jim help him with the horrors he had seen in the barn that fatefull night

Week 1: Practice Disguise
Week 2: See a Shrink to try to get sanity points back
Week 3: Trains dodge skill

For the first week Joseph disappeared entirely. He seemed to have vanished off the face of the planet. He returned on the third week, having apparently been visiting a shrink. Concerned about further threat he then spent a third fretful week looking over his shoulder, trying to hone his reflexes... in case he needed to dodge something.

Week 1: Helped tor with his mental problems and his own by seeing someone.
Week 2: Studied psychonalysis
Week 3: Took a sick leave from work and had another doctor patch up his wounds.

Week 1: Got some councelling from others (not professional, since that would be expensive, and she doesn't have that kind of money), and visited with some of the others about what happened.
Week 2: Works on dodging skills (practices at the gym perhaps)
Week 3: Tries to get back to her "old" life. She is still studying and practicing because of the Cthulhu events, but she is also finally taking some more time to write more songs and actuall perform, so she can have some money.

(OOC: I'll write more IC stuff if I need to later. But that's just a summary of what she's been doing.)

Week 1: Drifting.
Week 2: Found newspaper that announces the need for people as investigators.
Week 3: Applies for a job as an investgator and manages to get in.