UTL S1E6: Get Your Finger Out of My Mouth

The session begins with sanity rolls for those who viewed the strange symbol language last week and then tried to sleep. Although Florence passes without incident, Jaker dreams of parasitic yellow worms burrowing into his brain while Quentin dreams of a whispered language that he can't quite place, only understanding "hold me; take me with you".

In the morning, over scones at Potter's Place, Florence, Beau, and Quentin read a newspaper article about yesterday's shootout in the square. At the same time, Harold awakes and checks on his lomava-ed plant. It looks normal. He then runs another test, announcing his intent to drop a sharp object on the lomava to see if it will move. He drops it but there is no response. Tonight, Harold will also run experiments on Quentin's chunk of meteorite. After finding Philip at the stable, the group splits up. Florence, Quentin, and Herold leave to visit Gerald Morenson, while Jaker and Beau head to Bawdy Bill's. Beau talks to (itchy?) Wanda to track down Mr. Mahoney and hopefully find out where the miner's families are kept. At the same time, Philip visited Lloyd's general store for supplies. Lloyd invites himself along, evidencing some hero worship for Philip, but Philip convinces him to stay behind and spy on Pete the Poet. (Also, we learn that Lloyd's gun shares a name with Philip's dead wife, and Philip demands that he change it). Exiting the shop, Philip notices a strange symbol above the Bawdy Bill's sign at the same time that he realizes he feels strangely weak and tired. Beau doesn't see the symbol, and when Philip tries to sketch it, his hand acts independently and perfectly reproduces the symbol... but only Philip can see it. At this point Beau leads Jaker and Philip towards the mines, but then hides to avoid being recognized. They continue alone. Herald, Quentin, and Florence have arrived at the Morenson property. We remember that Gerald's wife went west of town to pick herbs a couple years ago and was found beaten nearly to death. She died soon after. As we approach his small secluded house, surrounded by fields and woods, Harold rolled a 100 looking for animal prints. Advertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brands