Whartson Hall

Are you saying it's an alien? No. Do pay attention.

You mean there are Lamborghinis WITHOUT pistols in the glove box? Not at this party.

Ah, gravity my old nemesis. We meet again.

The plot scaffolding is collapsing, but we muddle on through...

Let's put it like this, the plane doesn't really need to explode, but it would be cool if it did.

So just who's fighting and/or divorcing whom, again?

Two weeks' trek across the desert? No thanks, we'll fly.

A fight. And its inevitable aftermath, a nice cup of tea.

With perhaps even more faffing than usual, we make it to Arabia. Does possession and self-mutilation count as grounds for divorce?

Looking into the erring husband. (He must be erring. Dames like that always end up widowed or divorced, even if I have to do it myself.)

A dame is attacked at a party. Sadly, she's married. But perhaps we'll help her anyway.

Character generation.

My hovercraft is full of Ilyas.

Mud (snakes), mud (snakes), glorious mud (snakes)

We cannot allow a star-killer gap.

Exploring alien ruins. Are these their offspring?

Songs the Hyades shall sing...

One last look at the Pleiades (and some character mechanics at the end)

What really happened on Dr Radish's Big Adventure?

Character generation, and one night at the diner...

Among the Pleiades. What is AGRA?

Or wonder, till it drives you mad, What would have followed if you had.

If the answer involves strange goings-on in a cave, what was the question again?

Into the ice palace. A lot of empty rooms.

No opium in the beer? How will we cope?

Across and into the ice. There's no atmosphere here.

Well, we have the big and the small...

More mirrors? But that means...

Another incident, and we think we may have learned something. We're probably wrong.

Things are coming together. Things are falling apart. Why can't any of us read Welsh?

More research. Murder by sea monster?

Reading old books and melting things. What more can life afford?

Lead is the answer. Or maybe it isn't.

We are getting some idea of what's going on. We think.

Several people are not dead. Clearly we are doing well.

Eldritch creatures do not obey the new-fangled Queensberry rules.

Well something is going on. And it's not just us.

Is the old pile haunted? Nah, couldn't be.

Down to the ice planet.

With Space Gaffer Tape.

Progress! Of a sort.

But where is the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal>

Two men wake up in chains. On a crashing plane. With a demon. Which will get them first?

If in doubt, send in the drone army.

Maybe it was just attracted to his natural charisma.

Investigating the alien ship. Are these crew, soldiers or the larder?

But what do you need a submarine for?

Everything will be fine. On to the next spacewreck!

Negotiating with a von Neumann probe. Horns and tail optional.

What could go wrong at a metal works in Burnley?