Miskatonic University - Summer, 1930
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gone_byebye"I'm not going, Pabodie," Ray said firmly. "The University can mount a perfectly good expedition to Antarctica without me."
"On the contrary," said Pabodie, just as firmly. "You're already a part of this expedition. All the work you put in on the drill-"
"Your invention, Frank," Ray pointed out. "It's got your name all over it, not mine."
"And on the fuel warmers for the aeroplanes-"
"Again, your invention. All I did was pass the screwdrivers."
"Nonsense, Stantz, you should've had your name on the patents right alongside mine. What about the quickstarters? Why, you gave me the idea for the copper coil ice melting scheme."
"And not a day goes by that I don't regret planting that thought in your head," Ray muttered. "If only because you keep trying to thank me for it."
Pabodie threw up his hands. "Stantz, you can't spend your whole life here! A man of your talent deserves to make a mark on the world before he retires. You'll be sixty soon. This is your chance!"
Ray eyed the other engineer sourly. You have no idea, he thought, but what he said instead was, "All things considered, I have to say that I'm pretty sure Antarctica is more likely to make its mark on me. I'm not going."
"We need you on this expedition, Stantz," Pabodie said.
"I don't see why. You're going."
"I can't be everywhere at once," Pabodie said. "Dyer or Lake's likely to want to split off a sub-expedition if we make any really interesting finds. Doesn't the group deserve someone who knows the equipment in each party?"
"Splitting up to look for the unknown is a fast route to everybody getting killed," Ray pointed out. "Trust me. They're more likely to stay alive if everyone hangs together. I'm not going."
"Stantz-"
"Look, Frank, I know I helped you with all of those inventions of yours. If you want me to contribute more to the expedition, fine. I'll help you with last-minute design work. I'll do whatever logistical support you want. I'll learn to knit and make all of you extra hats, socks, gloves, balaclavas- whatever. But I'm. Not. Going."
September 2nd, 1930
"Well, crap," said Ray to himself as he leaned on the rail of the brig Arkham and watched the Massachusetts shoreline receding in the distance. "Guess I'd better go find my yarn after all."
"On the contrary," said Pabodie, just as firmly. "You're already a part of this expedition. All the work you put in on the drill-"
"Your invention, Frank," Ray pointed out. "It's got your name all over it, not mine."
"And on the fuel warmers for the aeroplanes-"
"Again, your invention. All I did was pass the screwdrivers."
"Nonsense, Stantz, you should've had your name on the patents right alongside mine. What about the quickstarters? Why, you gave me the idea for the copper coil ice melting scheme."
"And not a day goes by that I don't regret planting that thought in your head," Ray muttered. "If only because you keep trying to thank me for it."
Pabodie threw up his hands. "Stantz, you can't spend your whole life here! A man of your talent deserves to make a mark on the world before he retires. You'll be sixty soon. This is your chance!"
Ray eyed the other engineer sourly. You have no idea, he thought, but what he said instead was, "All things considered, I have to say that I'm pretty sure Antarctica is more likely to make its mark on me. I'm not going."
"We need you on this expedition, Stantz," Pabodie said.
"I don't see why. You're going."
"I can't be everywhere at once," Pabodie said. "Dyer or Lake's likely to want to split off a sub-expedition if we make any really interesting finds. Doesn't the group deserve someone who knows the equipment in each party?"
"Splitting up to look for the unknown is a fast route to everybody getting killed," Ray pointed out. "Trust me. They're more likely to stay alive if everyone hangs together. I'm not going."
"Stantz-"
"Look, Frank, I know I helped you with all of those inventions of yours. If you want me to contribute more to the expedition, fine. I'll help you with last-minute design work. I'll do whatever logistical support you want. I'll learn to knit and make all of you extra hats, socks, gloves, balaclavas- whatever. But I'm. Not. Going."
September 2nd, 1930
"Well, crap," said Ray to himself as he leaned on the rail of the brig Arkham and watched the Massachusetts shoreline receding in the distance. "Guess I'd better go find my yarn after all."
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Date: 2007-11-20 07:50 am (UTC)On the plus side, he's got enough inside information to maybe open up a dialogue with the Elder Things and avoid a massacre. It always seemed kind of tragic... Elders and maybe even Yithians seem like they could get along with humans, under the right circumstances.
Of course, if you've read "Beyond the Mountains of Madness," all bets are off and Ray will be lucky if he gets to keep his head attached.
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Date: 2007-11-20 03:53 pm (UTC)I've honestly never had a problem with the Elder Things or the Yithians; neither race was evil, or even as blatantly amoral as- say- the folk of K'n-yan. They were just extremely alien.
On the other hand, I bought my Starkwether-Moore Expedition Patch from Chaosium back in October when they announced that BtMoM was available once again. So. Care to guess how the dice are going to fall?
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Date: 2007-11-20 05:38 pm (UTC)