I don't think we're ever splitting up again. Why, because every time we do, half of us get our asses handed to us! [[:mari-4 | Claude's]] in a hospital, don't know if he'll ever wake up. Calm down, [[:patent-scientist | Nicky]], focus. Alright. I ask …
So I'm just grabbing a cup a coffee to keep me awake 'tween tune-ups when a couple of odd things happen. One, I spy Father Ryan clear-eyed and fierce tell someone they'd lied to a man of the faith. Then Happy Henry, who wouldn't stop smilin' if sunshine …
I was on my way back to the rectory after taking communion to the widow Ledoux when I saw him. [[:ex-boxer-hiding-from-the-new-york-mob | Sven]]. The man who promised me that he would do right by cousin Nicky and take care of him when I had to leave New …
So there it was—[[:jody-shaw | Joanie Shaw]], Joanie B., as she liked to be called. Not a big looker, most of the time, though I had seen her gussied up once— she cleaned up okay, when she took the time. It was clear from her daughter’s good looks, she’d …
Good-hearted [[:ex-boxer-hiding-from-the-new-york-mob | Tony]] runs out of the gift shop calling for help. [[:disgraced-catholic-priest | Father Ryan]] sees the body and hears Tony pleading his case. It was dark. The man had a big nose and a beard. …
This was way outside my normal bounds-- I was glad to have the [[:null | sailor's]] voodoo on our side, when I saw those things coming out of the sea. I thought for sure my goose was cooked, as they started tearing at the doors of the burger barn. …
Baby’s engines fired up but wouldn’t consistently fire. [[:patent-scientist | Nicky]] explodes from the Ship Ahoy! Restroom, pants around his ankles. He grabs a crow bar and taps on his car’s window. [[:earl-brewton | Earl]] rolls down the window and …
[[:ex-boxer-hiding-from-the-new-york-mob | Tony]] hobbled into the fake graveyard with pain in his body and murder on his mind. The monsters that killed that little girl… everyone seemed little compared to the massive ex-boxer… was going to pay in blood. …
When making a deal, the key is being in control of the situation. This generally means knowing how much the thing being exchanged is worth. I am terrible at deal-making. When the Manitou offered me some power in exchange for the occasional meal, well …
Father Ryan? Yes, son? This is for you. What is it? You have been served, Father. Oh dear, I don't think the Bishop is going to going to be very happy about this. Earl Brewton and I are going to have to have a chat..... Several days Earlier …
The gumshoes limped out of the amusement park with two kids covered in bumps and bruises. Antonio literally looked like he’d been chewed up and spit out by a giant monster spider… which is the actual truth. [[:earl-brewton | Earl’s]] jaw dropped. The back …
Well, nothing brings the real world back to the forefront like a lawsuit. You try to do the right thing and what happens? You get served by some [[:earl-brewton | carnie bloodsucker]] and not the scary clown faced ones. SO rather than thanking us for …
Well, I have done some digging and the Gulf is in a bit of turmoil. Looks like the Confederate Navy and the commercial shipping have been losing personnel and vessels to 'something'. The Navy thinks its disrepair and accident but the numbers seem to …
There was one good deed to do, and that involved paying Anson’s share of the Spanish Fort fortune to the Gumbo Gala, a restaurant in the Lower Ninth-Bywater area. The owner, a portly jovial man called [[:tyson-potvin | Tyson Potvin]], recognized Claude …
[[:mari-4 | Claude]] and [[:ex-boxer-hiding-from-the-new-york-mob | Tony]] barely got out of Baby before it tore off down the street in pursuit of whoever just burned rubber in front of Bette and [[:elijah-joyce | Elijah Joyce’s]] house. Tony entered to …
Me and [[:null | Antonio]] were chasing a bunch of clowns in a joke society calls a truck tonight. We hit their jalopy a few times, didn't do a whole lot, when they pulled into a warehouse and shut the gates behind 'em. We thought we'd have to slug 'em …
I am not sure what we are doing but it definitely isn't safe. This thing that we are into seems to go way up the power ladder all the way to the governor. It includes Kelso at the hospital, seemingly all of Mallory's Ironclads and the Black Hand. I …
So I shot a truck at a giant octopus. It's okay, it wasn't mine.
Thing is, I can't even feel good about it. We think the octopus is the kid whose murderers we're hunting down.
We also found out that a body can get so bloated with bad …
I maybe should have had my big knife with me instead, when I tried to fillet the toughest skinned piece of seafood I've ever seen. if the sailor dude hadn't said the word kraken, I'm not sure I would have known the name from ;looking at it-- I guess I'd …
So whoever's managing things up top looked down on us. They saw we had a high-level navy doctor operating a smuggling ring, making ocean-faring boats disappear, and conducting occult experiments on decent soldiers. They saw us put ourselves between this …
Two things seem to have our attention and both are proving to be a annoying. Firstly, the Texas Rangers know who I am...this is bad. I ran into one when I was trespassing in the yard of our good friend Dr. Kelso. Seems the rangers are interested in him …
h6. I tried to avoid attending the pastoral retreat, but Bishop Laval said that The Archbishop would most certainly notice. Maintaining a low profile is proving more difficult than I thought it would be.
Of all things to miss, it had to be a …
So we did find out something about those fires. They may have been set for vengeance. But they may have been part of a plot to steal a soul. All I know for sure is, hellhounds don't like jerky.
And damn it, I do feel terrible about that apt. fire …
h6. During the fire at the bar, Young [[:patent-scientist | Nicky]] apprehended the arsonist. I asked the [[:mayor-mckendrew | Mayor]] for permission to interrogate him and I talked to him at the hospital. I sent Nicky and [[:mari-4 | Claude]] to …
[[:patent-scientist | Nicky]] and [[:mari-4 | Claude]] pulled up to Viktor’s apartment on DeKoven Street. Claude’s nose identified the smoldering remains of the Red Fish Restaurant just behind a fence across the street. Nicky picked the front door lock …
As soon as the gang all came in to Sally’s at once, I felt nervous—apprehensive, you’d call it. Just having a feeling, with everything we’d been through together in our short term of acquaintance, that we maybe shouldn’t be sitting in a row like a line of …
It took a few slaps to the face to get my head enough in the game, but I figured out that the doochiky our firebug had wasn't a control device - it pulled audio from the most horrific event in the locality's history and broadcast it to the present. For …
I'm glad Leon was sick when we got hit by [[:claudio-ricci | Claudio's]] associates.
The kid doesn't need more strife, although he certainly doesn't shirk at causing it. I haven't seen anyone that shell-shocked in my life. He gets crazy sometimes …
I think the Texas Rangers should be trained to avoid pies of all varieties. While eating at [[:mari-4 | Claude's]] restaurant, we were attacked by two cars as they drove by...hey, that has a ring...I will call that sort of thing a 'drive-by'. Well, I …
Me and the lads were at [[:mari-4 | Claude's]] for a late dinner with our friendly [[:sergeant-dauterive | Texas Ranger]] when two cars drove by and shot the place up with their tommy guns.With me not being the gun toting type, I could only take …
April 20, 1935 …
[[:amy-wahlman | Amy Wahlman]], reporter for the _Tombstone Epitaph_ and a firecracker always ready to off beneath[[:null | Antonio Santos’s]] bed, snapped, crackled and rang her source, sometimes boyfriend’s phone number. The Portuguese, whose flesh …
I'm really in a bind now. [[:sammy | Sammy's]] dad called first thing this morning. He wants Sammy to come home for a while. She is doing well here, finally starting to come out of her shell and make friends.
He wants to take her out of school and …
“'Tis no great valor to perish sword in hand, and bravado on lip; cased all in panoply complete. For even the alligator dies in his mail, and the swordfish never surrenders. To expire, mild-eyed, in one's bed, transcends the death of Epaminondas." - …
It must be something in the water down here, the longer I am in New Orleans, the stanger things get. We start off looking for a missing girl, then we come across a car possessed by something Demonic. Somehow this "thing" sucks people into the car and …
As I write this I'm sipping a beer in my living room having barely done anything. I WATCHED my friends beat the pretty boy hypnotist into a gooey paste, then I watched the USAgents and the necro-gentleman tear each other apart. The Agents won, and while I …
BUT HE WILL when I get done with him! But first, a little backstory... It has been a difficult day trying to track down young Luciano, we were hitting a lot of dead ends. Finally, things started to come together. [[:mari-4 | Claude]] and [[: …
In my defense, I haven't ever seen a gas station catch on fire. I thought it would be a fair sized explosion but that was bigger than I anticipated. Also, in my defense, the Black Hand and Balto didn't have to be such dicks about the whole thing. …
I write this hoping I can look back later and say this was the day. This was the day, when I was at my lowest, that I started on the path higher than I'd ever been before. I want that to be true, but it's not how I feel today. Baby is totaled. She was …
Gumbo Gala was a shack on Poland Street in the Lower Ninth-Bywater area. The front door is open. Construction workers are busy finishing drywalling and painting. There’s a competing stench of fried sea food and paint. A friendly woman wearing paint- …
After the fiasco at the Hexaco station, and a rather ineffectual attempt to to question Balto and the boys, we released them out in the country. Far away, from town, in an attempt to buy us time. Time to come up with a way that didn't end up with us …
I was on a weekly haul in the East, from Kagashima to Shanghai. Oil going north and machine parts headed south. I had been on the route for about 3 month when things got strange. We found an abandoned ship just off the coast of Japan on our trip south. …
[[:patent-scientist | Nicky Rawlins]] feels as if he’s in a coffin made of twitchy, defensive muscle surrounded by [[:silver-dollar-sam-corolla | “Silver Dollar” Sam Carolla]]. He wonders if he’s actually hearing a deep, low dirge as they walk from Mr. …
We are short a vehicle and [[:patent-scientist | Nicky]] is clearly miserable without Baby. I was mulling over some solutions to this problem and I remembered the Demon Car. Ok, so it tried to kill us but who hasn't. I have a plan to replace Baby with …
[[:mari-4 | Claude]] got a call from [[:sammy | Sammy’s]] step-aunt, a constant thorn in his side, constantly scheming to take Sammy away from Claude’s care. Today, she threw a last second family reunion which everyone but Claude seemed to know about. …
A guy named Travis Evans got in touch with us, wanting to figure out who was laundering money through his union. Keep me out of any industry where a guy like this is the clean one. Anyway, we had a day to figure out who, and I'll skip to the end: it was …
Smoke. Smoke in my heart, not my lungs… black sooty char with a taste of old iron. My grill, did I leave it on? Did I leave the paychecks for the week? Have I left for good?
Mom, you shouldn’t of come to see me here, you’ll ruin your shoes in this …
So we just got our asses kicked by the staff of White Castle. I think the list of desciptives would include Saddened, Embarrassed, Ashamed, Angry...you get the gist. Mainly, it was humbling. Looks like [[:mari-4 | Claude]] is down for the count and I …
Thing that's bugging me lately ain't the tearing around the city trying to protect some people I really don't care about. It ain't about punishing the people that abandoned the right to call themselves people anymore. It ain't about us wrecking all kinds …
I have been told that [[:hungry-jim | Hungry Jim]] is not my friend and will get the better of me in the end.
Fuck that!
He is a piss-ant little demon and I will keep my wits about me, best him each time we tussle and take advantage of …
The sun wasn’t even set when the White Castle’s manager and her employees moved like shadows toward the back alley, where Father Ryan and Antonio verbally lashed the employee known as Duck, known to some as the Jazzman, trying to get the onion-smelling …
The morning began at [[:mari-4 | Claude’s]].
Things were different. The food was still fantastic. The ceiling fans still squeaked in their own off-rhythm. The owner lie in a coma across town, and his teenage [[:sammy | protege]] stood her ground …
[[:null | Antonio]], [[:disgraced-catholic-priest | Father Ryan]], [[:patent-scientist | Nicky]], [[:ex-boxer-hiding-from-the-new-york-mob | Tony]] and [[:sammy | Sammy]] stride into the Old Absinthe House, the oldest bar in the Quarter. Maybe in America. …
The one thing they don't teach you at the seminary is giving bad news to the next of kin. Oh, they tell you _How to do it_, but they really don't tell you how to do it. Tonight, I had to tell [[:sammy | Sammy]] that [[:mari-4 | Claude]] was at death's …
I am terribly worried about [[:patent-scientist | Nicky]]. I don't think he has the necessary fortitude for our group's endeavors. He has become increasingly unable to deal with the mental stresses of our investigations. He has developed several of what …
I never knew [[:mari-4 | Claude]] was putting up with so much shit when he hung out with these guys, I swear. I thought he was putting on airs, but I have more respect now! I hope he wakes up someday and I get a chance to tell him.
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Watching "Father" Ettienne, I've noticed there are similarities between his preparations to banish this foul swamp thing and some of the theories and rituals laid out in my reading assignment. Many of the items and much of the preparation seems to focus …
I watched my parents get killed by demons. I've seen employers get close enough to death that lawyers drew up marriage licenses. I've put my fair of buckshot into folks eager to do the same and worse to me. I don't take any pride in what I just …
h2. The World Is Familiar, But the History Is Not Our Own The Roaring Twenties have ended. Plague has wiped out thirty percent of the world's population. The stock market crashed. The dust bowl announced the return of Pestilence to North America. …
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[[Case 1 The Last Laugh | Case 1 The Last Laugh]]
[[Case 2 Guns of Algiers | Case 2 Guns of Algiers]]
[[Case 3 Fear Death By Fire Water | Case 3 Fear Death By …
4/19/32
The gumshoes meet at Sally’s.[[:disgraced-catholic-priest | Father Ryan]] sees [[:ex-boxer-hiding-from-the-new-york-mob | Tony]], who he knows as Sven, and asks if he's still taking care of Nicky. Claude said he hasn't . Everyone in the …
h2. The Last Laugh
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Harry Batt Jr used to be such a delightful man. Overnight, he went from giving children passes to his amusement park to throwing coffee …
[[Guns of Algiers Pt1 | Guns of Algiers Pt1]]
[[Trouble on Algiers | Trouble on Algiers]]
[[Guns of Algiers Pt 2 | Guns of Algiers Pt 2]]
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[[Us vs …
[[Problems Travel in Packs | Problems Travel in Packs]]
[[Kraken heads | Kraken heads]]
[[Fireflies and Kraken and Hellhounds Oh My | Fireflies and Kraken and Hellhounds Oh My]]
[[Speaking truth to power | Speaking truth to power]] …
[[The Trouble With Turks Part 1 | The Trouble With Turks Part 1]]
[[Letters from Home P2 | Letters from Home P2]]
[[Hell on Wheels | Hell on Wheels]]
[[The Shiekh Don't Like It | The Shiekh Don't Like It]]
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[[:sammy | Sammy]]
[[Losing my lunch | Losing my lunch]]
[[The Dream Log of Sven Jansen | The Dream Log of Sven Jansen]]
[[The Dream Log of Sven Jansen, Entry 2 | The Dream Log of Sven Jansen, Entry 2]]
[[The Dream Log of Sven Jansen, Entry 3 | The Dream Log of Sven Jansen, Entry 3]]
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[[Even the Gator 1 | Even the Gator 1]]
[[That could have gone better | That could have gone better]]
[[Father forgive him, for he knows not what he does …
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[[The Witty One Pt1 | The Witty One Pt1]]
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[[Dark Events at the White Castle | Dark …
[[Moneys Never Clean | Moneys Never Clean]]
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[[Antonio Has a Bad Day | Antonio Has a Bad Day]]
[[They should have just punched it | They should have just punched it]]
[[The Really Bad First Date | …
2. You know your life is a mess when you get kicked out of a flophouse. At least I was alive-- my friends were dead, mostly, either from the plague, or the war that preceded it. But I made it through, after a few weeks of shitting my brains out and …
1) The highest point of my character's life was when he got his baby up for the first time - a 1922 Ford Lincoln. Some rich kid ran over a log and, in a fit of frustration, sold it to me for a song so he could rent a room to shack up with the bird he'd …
1: 10 years ago, Sven was big in boxing; his fights made the papers from coast to coast, and he was on his way to the heavyweight championship, rolling in money, cars and liquor. 2: The Wednesday after Black Tuesday (1929), Sven's money man took a …
[[:rachel-shaw | Rachel Shaw's]] boyfriend, Arch is the mechanic at the Lake Pontchartrain Beach Amusement Park. A night owl who dislikes daddy-o's looking over his shoulder, he's annoyed by the mandate that staff must be off the property at 10:30pm. He's …
Earl Brewton is a wealthy man who runs the Old Spanish Fort amusement park. Wiry and with glasses, Earl can almost always be found with a shirt and tie. BTW, he also owns the hotel and five star restaurant at the amusement park.
[[:ex-boxer- …