SkullsandSlippers

The Rutherford Organization: A WW2-era Occult Investigations RP(NO LONGER ACCEPTING NEWCOMERS)

Imogen sipped her tea as Sven talked. Her eyes moved around the room as she took in the others she was working with. Jack was unlike other men she socialized with and very much an American. She had grown used to his more rugged manners and found an odd security in his presence.

Alyssana was a researcher and that was something Imogen understood. Her time with her husband had taught her so much in terms of research. Imogen knew that working with her as an assistant was a place where she could be most useful. She wasn't sure her socialite status would help with this mission so Imogen made a mental note to talk to Alyssana to find out what she might be able to help her with.

Imogen scribbled neat notes as Sven talked about traps, needing more intelligence on the treasure hunters and souls. These would be things to keep at the forefront of her mind. She wondered how she might help with the treasure hunters. While they wouldn't be at a party her ability to talk and socialize, to get people talking might come in handy if she could find an in. The talk of armed escort once again made her nervous but that was her issue. The others seemed fine with guns and fighting.

They were dismissed and Imogen stood, packing up her things. She looked over at Alyssana.

"Ms Grey. I was thinking that we might gather some books or material to go over about this particular subject. I would be happy to help research for any little bits of information that might help us in this. I am not much of a physical help for this team so if there is anything else I can do please let me know."

She smiled and slipped her blazer back on.

The Rutherford Organization: A WW2-era Occult Investigations RP(NO LONGER ACCEPTING NEWCOMERS)

Apologies post will be in the morning. Watching hockey.

The Rutherford Organization: A WW2-era Occult Investigations RP(NO LONGER ACCEPTING NEWCOMERS)

Will be getting a post up tonight.

The Rutherford Organization: A WW2-era Occult Investigations RP(NO LONGER ACCEPTING NEWCOMERS)

Yay for not dead! Been following along..

Congrats @Tsar Gatto!

The Rutherford Organization: A WW2-era Occult Investigations RP(NO LONGER ACCEPTING NEWCOMERS)

Finally feeling normal! So glad there are antibiotics. Happy to see things moving here.

The Rutherford Organization: A WW2-era Occult Investigations RP(NO LONGER ACCEPTING NEWCOMERS)

Imogen will likely have a fairly neutral relationship with most of the group at the start.

Sorry for the silence all. Very sick. Tried to fight it but ended up on antibiotics today. On the mend slowly.

The Rutherford Organization: A WW2-era Occult Investigations RP(NO LONGER ACCEPTING NEWCOMERS)

I think people are around it is just a super busy and exhausting week for everyone. I know I am wiped. Between my last week of teaching before the holidays, baking and getting my shopping done I am dead on my feet come 8 pm. I don't have finals which I know a lot of people on this site do so that adds a lot too.

𝒜𝑙𝘵𝒶𝑒𝒶: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒜𝑔𝑒 𝓸𝘧 ℛ𝑒𝒱𝓸𝑙𝓊𝓉𝒾𝓸𝓃

Thought I would tentatively poke here, just to see.

Vampire/ Human/ Hunter RP

Consider me interested.

The Rutherford Organization: A WW2-era Occult Investigations RP(NO LONGER ACCEPTING NEWCOMERS)

Her heels clicked on the tiled floor as she walked down the hall to the room there were meeting in. Her clothes were impeccable. A sleek black skirt and blazer. Crisp white blouse and red scarf. Hair pinned up and make up perfect. Her movements spoke of grace and confidence.

Entering the room she removed her soft leather gloves, nodded politely to Sven and found a seat. A slight wave of sadness moved over her, as it always did when the group met. Matthieu should be here, not her or at least she should be here with him. Slender fingers undid her buttons and she hung her blazer before sitting at one of the desks.

So far only Sven was there so far.

Imogen took a seat. She sat with a dancer's posture and waited patiently. Each arriving member was greeted with a polite smile and slight nod. They were there for work, not socializing. Well not in this moment anyway.

Miss Kitamura entered, bringing tea. It was a very British thing, tea and while she often preferred an espresso she appreciated the work the woman had done. Especially since both tea and coffee were hard to attain now. Standing she poured herself a cup and returned to her seat.

She took notes as he talked, in shorthand of course. It was something Matthieu had taught her when she had first shown and interest in his work. It was his special shorthand that others wouldn't be able to immediately figure out but not so complex that one wouldn't eventually get it. After all neither she or Matthieu had done any work in cryptography.

Imogen frowned a little at the idea of jungles. She did better at dinner parties and such where she could talk information from people. Armed mission and seaplane also got her attention but she said nothing as she made her notes. She began to make a packing list as well. Imogen listened to see if there were questions. At the moment she felt that things seemed straight forward. She wasn't entirely sure what her role would be but she trust Sven's judgement.

Her eyes raised at Miss Kitamura's question, her pencil pausing as she waited for the answer. It was indeed a good question. It was good to know exactly what they were getting themselves into and for what purpose.