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Puppet Shows and Shadow Plays: Part 8a – A Little Extra Help
They arrived at the West Hollywood Police Station. Hammer and Jim-Bean arrived later than the rest.
“What took you guys so long?” asked Blade, irritated.
“We made a side-trip,” said Hammer.
“Picked up a little toy,” said Jim-Bean.
The tip of an odd-looking sphere was visible in the rucksack Jim-Bean carried with him everywhere.
“What’s that?” asked Guppy.
“A toy. Like I said.” Jim-Bean jostled the bag and the toy went off, singing Old McDonald Had a Farm entirely out of animal noises: Meow, bark-bark, meow-meow-meow, moo, bark-bark-bark-bark-bark!
“You bought a toy at four in the morning?” asked Archive.
“I didn’t say I bought it,” said Jim-Bean.
Guppy eyed the sphere. “That thing looks a lot like the sphere we found.”
Jim-Bean winked back at him.
“We’re going to have to keep the paperwork straight,” said Blade. “With all the attention and murders, this is going to get sticky fast. Who wants to handle processing?”
Everyone looked away and cleared their throats. Except Caprice, who was too new to know any better.
“You’re it,” said Blade. “Report back to Drake. Let him know we’re going to need a clean-up operation.”
Caprice nodded. “On it.” He turned and then stopped. “Uh, what exactly should I drive?”
Jim-Bean threw him the keys. “Use the bug. Just don’t drive it around during the day.”
Caprice caught the keys. “Why not?”
“Don’t ask,” said Hammer.
They left Caprice behind as they entered the police station.
The officer at the front desk eyed Jim-Bean’s bag. “You’re going to have to check all that in. That goes for all of you. I know you’re Federal agents and all, but we have protocol here. Check it in.”
Jim-Bean bit his lip. After a moment he sighed and handed the bag over. “Fine. Here.”
“What was that all about?” Blade was smart enough to leave his hatchets and bow in the van.
Puppet Shows and Shadow Plays: Part 8b – A Little Extra Help
It took the agents awhile before they were able to view the thing in the archive room.
It was a semitransparent sphere, slightly larger than a basketball. It weighed only a couple of pounds and its outer hull was made of a dark material that felt like both metal and plastic. Lights and circuitry were visible through the nearly opaque hull.
Guppy looked it over with intense interest. “According to the report, it’s invulnerable.”
“We can’t leave this here.” Hammer’s gaze flicked to the security camera that monitored the room.
“No problem,” said Guppy. “Everybody just act natural for a minute while I record a dummy feed.”
Guppy turned so his back was to the camera and his Cistron wasn’t visible. On his Cistron, a copy of the security feed popped up.
A few more key taps later and Guppy relaxed. “Okay, we’re clear.”
“Great, so we’re stuck in a police station with a basketball-sized alien ship,” said Jim-Bean. “What should we do, kick it out of here?”
“That’s soccer,” said Hammer. “You dribble a basketball, you kick a soccer ball.”
“You mean football,” said Jim-Bean.
“No football is a—“
“I know what a football is you bloody yank,” muttered Jim-Bean.
“This isn’t helping,” said Blade. “Let’s get it out of here. Jim-Bean, you hold it, we’ll try to stand around you and block their field of view.
“What should I do, shove it under my shirt and look pregnant?” asked Jim-Bean sarcastically.
“Just hold it under one arm,” snapped Blade.
They entered the hallway and started to slowly make their way to the exit.
Archive, who was watching the hallway entrance to the archive room, paused. “I think I just saw Masterson go in there.”
“Damn it,” said Blade. “He’ll be raising the alarm any second…”
Archive held out one hand. “Wait…” They were at the far end of the hall. Masterson closed the door and didn’t spare them a glance. “He just left.”
Puppet Shows and Shadow Plays: Part 8c – A Little Extra Help
Guppy brought up the floor plans of the police station. They sprinted for the weapons room.
More gunfire erupted down the hall. Police officers fell, screaming in pain.
After another moment, Guppy unlocked the security door to the weapons room with a few taps of his keyboard.
“Remind me to buy a deadbolt lock on my apartment door,” said Hammer, awed by Guppy’s ease at hacking highly sophisticated security protocols.
They grabbed whatever they could find; shotguns, assault rifles, pistols.
“Is it just me, or does it seem like this room is a bit empty?” asked Jim-Bean.
“I know you have it!” shouted Masterson’s voice. “Give it to me!”
“Oh crap, it’s after us,” said Guppy.
“We could take over this place if we wanted,” shouted Masterson.
They peeked out around the hallway. It was a straight shot towards the exit.
“Run for the exit on three” said Blade. “One. Two. THREE!”
They took off at a sprint, only to come skidding to a halt as two police officers, unleashing their pistols at Masterson, were raked by gunfire. They collapsed in a bloody heap in the hallway.
Marching around the corner came Masterson, his body riddled with bullet holes. He balanced a long tube on one shoulder, as if he were carrying a bat to a baseball game.
“Is that what I think it is?” asked Jim-Bean.
“Back!” shouted Blade. “Back the way we came!”
Masterson lifted the tube to his shoulder. There was a FWOOSH as a rocket screamed towards them.
They dove back into the weapons locker just as the rocket hit.
Puppet Shows and Shadow Plays: Part 8d – A Little Extra Help
The room was a smoking mess of wreckage.
“Everyone okay?” asked Hammer.
“Here,” said Archive.
“Ouch,” said Jim-Bean.
There was no response from Guppy or Blade.
Their comrades tore rubble off their unconscious bodies.
“We need to get them to a hospital, fast,” said Hammer.
Another cop faced them in the doorway. “Are you guys all right?”
The cop’s body jerked like a marionette on a string as machinegun fire cut him down. Jim-Bean dragged him out of the hallway and searched his pockets.
“What the hell are you doing?” asked Hammer.
“Looking for keys. You two go ahead,” said Jim-Bean. “I know what it’s after.”
“Wait, what are you…” but that’s all Archive got out.
Jim-Bean hopped out into the hallway. “Hey ugly! Looking for this?” He lifted the sphere over his head.
He ducked as machinegun fire peppered the hallway again. Then Jim-Bean sprinted across the hall to the parking garage.
Archive grabbed Guppy and Hammer grabbed Blade, dragging their bodies out a door on the opposite side of the room.
More gunfire echoed in the parking garage. There was a squeal of tires, and one of the police cruisers rocketed through the garage doors, shredding it apart.
Archive and Hammer kept dragging.
“He’s down!” shouted another cop. “Repeat, Masterson is down!”
“I didn’t hear any gunfire just now, did you?” asked Hammer.
Archive shook his head.
A white-haired police lieutenant stopped them. “What the hell is going on?”
Hammer flashed a badge. “Federal agents. Who are you?”
“I’m Lieutenant Flynn. What went down here?”
“You wouldn’t believe us if we told you,” said Archive.
“We need to know if any of your police officers are missing,” said Hammer. “ASAP. A man’s life depends on it.”
Flynn wasn’t in the mood to argue. “We’ll get right on it.”
“Hold it.” Hammer stared at a corkboard. “When is that event?”
“That?” Flynn spared it a glance, then check his watch. “The Senator’s breakfast is in about an hour.”
The sign read: Possible presidential candidate Senator Holt to hold press conference and breakfast at 8 a.m.
Puppet Shows and Shadow Plays: Part 9a – Political Aspirations
By the time the team’s van arrived at the Bel Age Hotel, there were police, press, politicians, and confused bystanders everywhere. Jim-Bean’s stolen police cruiser was there too.
Hammer flashed his badge at the nearest police officer. “What happened?”
“Crazy stuff, man. Willis went nuts. Tried to kill the Senator.”
The team exchanged worried looks. “Damn…”
“That’s not the weirdest part. Good old Holt took him out single-handedly.” The cop snorted. “You couldn’t ask for a better nomination than that.”
Two coroners pushed a body bag by on a gurney. Archive stopped it long enough to peer inside.
“Missing teeth.” Archive waved the coroners on.
A reporter set up camp in front of them, beaming spotlights and cameras in their direction. A pretty young brunette in a business suit held a microphone before her and addressed the cop. “You were a witness to the events that took place today. Can you comment?”
The cop grinned. “Senator Holt’s a tough old bastard. I know he served in World War II. After all that’s happened, he’s still going ahead with his presidential nomination anyway. Hell, after what I seen today, I’ll vote for him!”
Hammer swore. “It’s in the Senator.” He turned around to face his two remaining comrades. “All right, we need a distraction. Archive, you’re with me. Jim-Bean…get these people out of here.”
Jim-Bean grinned. “I think I know how to do that.”
The other two agents took off into the conference area.
Jim-Bean ushered the police officer away from the camera, but still clearly within earshot. “Can I speak with you for a moment?”
The cop nodded. “What’s up?”
“We have reason to believe,” Jim-Bean whispered loudly, “that Willis was part of a terrorist cell. His assault was just a distraction.”
The cop watched, intently. Suddenly, the newswoman, who was pretending not to listen, stopped speaking and turned to face both of them.
“I think there’s a bomb in the building,” said Jim-Bean, careful to not look at the camera.
“You heard it here first!” said the news reporter. “We have reports of an alleged bomb in the building.”
“We have to clear everyone out of here.”
The cop went white. Before the cop could start calling for an evacuation, there was a shout across the street.
People streamed out of the pubs and bars. The viewers on the outside of the building had gotten the news before the attendees on the inside did.
His task complete, Jim-Bean strolled into the building, whistling to himself as screaming attendees ran for their lives towards the exits.
Puppet Shows and Shadow Plays: Part 9b – Political Aspirations
Six police officers were ushering Senator Holt, a white-haired man in a dapper suit, off the stage of the conference room. The rest of the crowd was dispersing as they spoke.
“Federal agents!” shouted Hammer, flashing his badge. “We’ll take it from here.”
“Don’t believe them,” snarled the Senator, his hollow gaze boring into the agents. “They’re terrorists!”
“But sir, they have badges,” began one cop.
“So did Willis! Do I need to remind you one of your own tried to kill me this morning?”
The cop blanched. “No, sir.”
Hammer drew two Glocks. “Release the Senator into our custody, NOW.” Behind him, Archive drew his own pistol.
Two cops drew their pistols. “Put your weapon down!”
“I am not going to ask you again!” shouted Hammer. “The man you’re protecting is an impostor. This is a terrorist plot to blow up the building.”
“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!” He pointed one crooked finger at Hammer. “I’ll have your ass in a sling for this.”
One of the cops lowered their pistols. “Sir, I’m not so sure…”
Holt snatched the pistol out of one of the other cop’s holsters and fired on Hammer. The agent fell to his knees, still holding his Glocks.
“Sir, what the hell are you doing?” shouted one of the cops. “You just shot a federal agent!”
“He’s not a federal agent you moron! They’re trying to assassinate me!” He took aim at Hammer’s forehead.
With lightning speed, Hammer lifted both pistols and fired at the Senator’s head.
The Senator’s face was a bloody ruin, with two smoking holes out of the back of his head. He collapsed face first to the floor of the stage.
“Put the weapon down!” shouted the officers. “NOW!”
Hammer put his weapons down. The cops cuffed him and Archive.
Jim-Bean, still whistling, spun on his heel as soon as he saw what was happening, but the cops grabbed him and cuffed him too.
“I’m not sure what the hell is going on, but I do know this,” said one of the cops. “You just killed a Senator.”
He was still talking, but Hammer was transfixed as the corpse of Senator Holt slowly rose to its feet, its eyeless face a dripping mess of gore.
“I’m not…ready…to come out…yet…” it wheezed.
“What?” was all one of the cops got out. He turned just as the thing snapped his neck in two.
Two of the other cops, the ones who had their pistols out, fired into the Senator’s corpse at point blank range. The body barely reacted. It snapped one man’s arm and tore his throat out. Then it crushed the other cop’s windpipe.
The three remaining cops struggled to draw their pistols. Calmly, the Senator’s corpse fired a shot into each even as they drew their pistols and fired again and again.
Hammer swore as the thing advanced on him. Then it fell to its knees.
The corpse’s head hit the floor with a wet thud.
Guppy and Blade ran in. “What is going on?” said Guppy, wincing. His arm was in a sling and his leg was bandaged up. Blade had a bandage around his head.
“The thing is still in Senator’s corpse.” Hammer offered his wrists, which were tightly bound by plastic ties. “Get me out of this.”
Blade hacked the bonds that held Hammer captive with one swing of his hatchet. He set about releasing the others when suddenly they heard a strange sound coming from the corpse. It sounded like cicadas crossed with crickets.
The corpse’s mouth yawned unnaturally wide, and four black hairy legs scrabbled for purchase around the edges of its lips.
“Shoot it!” shouted Hammer.
Tentacles whipped out of the mouth, lashing Hammer, Archive, and Jim-Bean. They slumped, paralyzed.
“We can’t kill it!” shouted Guppy. He fired his laser pistol, but the corpse just smoldered.
“Then burn it,” said Blade. He was fending it off with his hatchets. Blade’s hatchets were the only weapons the tentacles seemed to fear.
“Burn it? I can’t even HIT it!”
Blade had an idea. He took a step back from the flailing tentacles and, taking careful aimed, hurled his two hatchets at the red curtains behind the stage.
His aim was true. The two thick ropes holding the curtains in place were sheared in half by the hatchets. The heavy curtains collapsed onto the corpse and the worm-like thing nestled inside it.
Guppy took aim with his laser. The curtains burst into flame.
The thing squealed and flailed within the burning conflagration. It sounded almost human.
The firefighters, part of the STREETSWEEPER team, arrived just in time.
“You stupid morons screwed up again, didn’t you?” muttered Drake. He was dressed in a firefighter’s coat and hat. But the hat was a little too big for his elderly frame. “And now I have to wear this.”
“We stopped the thing,” said Hammer.
“But not before it got to the Senator.” He shrugged. “At least it was a Democrat. Clean it up boys!”
“The fire’s out,” said Guppy. “So we don’t need…oh.”
Firefighters opened up cases of firefighting equipment. But instead, they lifted flamethrowers out of their toolkits. They busily set to igniting the stage, the chairs, and the corpses.
“Fortunately for you, we’ve sufficiently contained the situation so it can be sanitized. The official word is that this was a terrorist attack on Senator Holt. He and several police officers died heroically in an attempt to save him. But alas, they were too late, and the explosion nearly collapsed the building. Willis was the cult leader.”
“What kind of cult?” asked Archive skeptically.
“The kind that blows up Senators,” replied Drake. He glowered at Blade. “Have I mentioned how much I hate being in the field? I really hate it. And I look ridiculous in this…”
Click! Hammer took a picture of Drake with his Cistron. He grinned back at Drake.
“Very funny.” Before Drake could launch into another tirade, Jim-Bean got his attention.
“Hey, Drake. Thought you might want this.” Jim-Bean tossed Drake the thing’s sphere from his rucksack.
Drake examined it. “Not another Puppeteer Ship,” he grumbled. “I hate these things.”
Hank “Guppy” Gupta (Smart Hero) played by Joseph Tresca
Jake “Blade” Iron Shirt (Strong Hero) played by Matt Hammer
I really enjoyed the idea of Jake’s connection not to just to the popular club scene, but to Hollywood in general through the custody battle over his son, Alex, with his famous movie star ex-wife, Christine Dee.
When I was looking for inspiration what Christine’s background might be like, I stumbled upon the Lori Lovecraft series of comics (http://www.lorilovecraft.com). It’s essentially film noir mixed with Lovecraft with a sprinkling of softcore porn. What’s not to like?
All that, and I managed to tie Stephen Alzis into the mix too. After seeing Reaper, I role-played Alzis just like the Devil. For good reasons, if you know anything about Alzis.
Most of all, this puts Blade front and center and “off the ranch” – he’s about to do two missions that will alter the course of history without accidentally “invoking the hounds” as Alzis likes to say. But to get that accomplished, he’s going to need a little help from his friends. The first time around, the only one who wakes up fast enough is Guppy.
Poor Guppy.
These free adventures are a series of short one-shot scenarios from wizards.com that provide interesting situations, situations that don’t necessarily require combat. Unfortunately, the series abruptly stopped after the fourth installment.
Defining Moment: Guppy uses his hand laser to sever the connection between two cars just in time!
I lost my memory in Hollywood
I've had a million visions, bad and good
There's something in the air in Hollywood
I tried to leave it but I never could
--Hollywood by Madonna
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The Rising had barely finished setting up and performing a sound check when people began filtering into the room. All were dressed to the nines, though the attire varied. Some came in suits, others in dress reminiscent of Victorian England. Still others looked like doctors, bankers, rap stars, and gang members. They all gathered around tables, each with their own posse, which made for a crowded room. Nobody was dancing.
The Rising started to play, timidly at first. The men looked on, whispering amongst themselves. Spider wisely switched gears to songs you could talk around, although they still involved a lot of screaming. It just took longer for him to reach the screaming part.
Blade sat down. He was either having a moment of déjŕ vu or he was dreaming.
Something wet touched his hand. He looked down to see a coyote at his feet, panting and wagging its tail. It almost looked like it had a smile on its face.
Blade scratched it behind the ear.
The coyote woofed and then padded off out of the exit. Nobody in the club seemed to notice it.
"Oh good, you're here," said a smooth voice.
Jake turned around to see a thin, fine-looking Arab at him from across the table. He was dressed impeccably in a white suit. He hadn’t been there a moment before.
“Is the dog gone?” asked Alzis.
“Think so,” said Blade. “What…is this?”
“You’re not dreaming,” said Alzis. “Unfortunately, since this was our only point of contact, I’m afraid I’m going to have to use this scene to chat with you. A bit repetitive, honestly, but what can you do?” Alzis was sipping from his bizarre green drink. “Here, have a drink, on the house.”
“I don’t drink anymore,” said Blade.
“Oh, right, right.” Alzis leaned back in his chair, eyeing Blade. “You’re really on the straight and narrow these days, hmm? Got a government job. A paycheck. And here you are in California. You never did use that plane ticket I gave you.”
“I had other things to do.”
“Oh, I know.” Alzis leaned forward. “I know how it is. You’re busy. You don’t have time for kids. Or family. Or Alex.”
“Hey now…”
Alzis put up one hand. “Now I’m not telling you how to raise your child. Oh, that’s right, you can’t even do that, can you? You still don’t have visitation rights.”
It was true. Christine refused to even take his calls.
“Hounds are funny things. Like that hound that follows you around. Am I right?”
Blade nodded.
“They say dogs are a man’s best friend, but I disagree. I think men are just pawns in the dog’s master plan. They really run the show. They know the truth. They see things as they really are.” He wrinkled his nose. “I hate dogs.”
“Coyote helped us out.”
“Oh sure. And I’m sure he appeared helpful. To you. Because you’re Apache.” Alzis sipped his drink. “But if you were on the wrong side of that dog, let me tell you, it’d be a different story. And that’s why I’m here, actually. I’m afraid that if I take any more direct action, the Hounds will come calling. And you don’t want that. I certainly don’t.”
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“No, of course not. But you’re not a big thinker, hmm? You’re more of a man of action. So let’s cut to the chase: The railroad tracks cross Martin Luther King Avenue at a certain point. In twenty minutes, a Hummer H2 will approach those tracks from the north. You must stop it from crossing the tracks until after the train passes.”
“What? Why?”
The Rising wailed on their guitars. It was a repetitive sound, a lot like beeping.
“I’d get going if I were you.” Alzis checked his watch. “The tracks are about fifteen minutes away from here.”
Blade suddenly realized that was the sound of his alarm beeping.
He woke up. It was 7 a.m.
Blade shrugged on a shirt over his large frame, struggled into some pants, shoved boots onto his feet, and grabbed his rucksack full of gear. He bumped into Guppy, who was dressed in pajamas and yawning his way down the hallway.
“Where are you going? Blade?” Guppy turned to watch Blade as he jogged down the hallway. “Blade?”
“I’ve got a mission.”
“A mission!” Guppy ran after him. “I’ll tell the others!”
“No time, Guppy.” He hustled down the hallway. “You don’t have to come.”
“But it’s a mission!” Guppy banged on the doors of the other agents, but nobody responded. Torn between waking them up and chasing after Blade he finally made a decision and ran after the big Native American.
Blade was gunning the engine just as Guppy hopped into the van.
Behind him, a fire alarm blared.
“What’s that all about?” asked Blade as he pulled the van out of the parking lot.
“I was trying to wake them up,” said Guppy quietly. “So I…set off a fire alarm.”
Thanks! My criticism of the scenario was uh...not well received outside of ENWorld, so I'm glad to hear some folks are at least enjoying the story. The changes I made to Puppet Shows and Shadow Plays really sums up how our campaign diverges in tome from traditional Call of Cthulhu and even Delta Green. But then, that's what we get for playing Majestic-12 as the "good guys"!
HOLLYWOOD, CA -- The railroad crossing was located in a once-prosperous neighborhood that was home to some light industry in its heyday. But times had changed, and the industry had moved away, leaving a struggling business district populated by Laundromats, dry cleaners, appliance repair shops, pawnshops, thrift stores, and corner markets.
A black AM General Hummer was driving towards the tracks. It had a business logo emblazoned on its sides that read “Organized Productions.”
“What are you doing?” shouted Guppy.
“We have to stop that hummer,” said Blade.
“How?” asked Guppy.
But he didn’t need to ask. Blade drove the van directly into the Hummer’s path.
The Hummer tried to veer around them, but Blade was moving too fast. The two vehicles locked bumpers.
Windows rolled down and two burly men with pointed pistols at them.
“WHAT is going on out there you morons?” said a shrill voice from the back of the Hummer. “Don’t you KNOW how to drive?”
“Stay down Mister Vanvon,” said one of the bodyguards.
Pistol fire ricocheted off the front of the van.
“Uh, now what?” asked Guppy.
“I didn’t have a plan beyond this,” admitted Blade.
Guppy looked out the window. “You may want to think up something fast.”
There was the unmistakable horn of an oncoming train.
Blade threw the van into reverse. The wheels squealed, but they couldn’t get any traction. Vanvon’s Hummer was pulling in reverse too.
“We’re going to get pulled into the train’s path!” shouted Guppy.
“I KNOW THAT,” said Blade through gritted teeth.
Guppy took out his laser pistol from the pocket of his pajamas. “Good thing I sleep with this thing under my pillow.” He rolled down the window, ducking as another bullet ricocheted off the van’s trim.
The train’s horn blared again, closer this time.
Taking careful aim, Guppy sliced a thin beam between the fenders of the two cars. They abruptly jerked free at the last minute as the train roared between them.
Guppy sagged, panting. “That was close!”
Blade turned the van around and took off as the train clack-clacked between the two vehicles. “What I want to know is why the emergency crossing lights didn’t go off.”
Guppy rubbed his forehead. “Why did we do this again?”
I don't currently, but it's easy to post them. If there's enough of a demand I can certainly do that. Anyone else interested in seeing the character sheets?
Hope this doesn't sound too bizarre, but in one of my google searches I stumbled onto, of all things, your Amazon.com profile. In it, I saw that you lived in Stamford. I've lived in Fairfield Co. since I graduated from college, and after my college buddies dispersed I've had trouble finding people to play with (I've got a pretty recent post in the Gamers Seeking Gamers here). I recently moved to Stamford and since things have settled I'm looking to get back into gaming.
I was wondering if you had any suggestions for places where I can find folks to play. I know about ConnCon and ICon, but I'm thinking more local comic shops, public places that are a little more intimate where I get the opportunity to actually talk to people.
I haven't done much consistent gaming since 2005, and I'm looking to get back into things. If you'd prefer, you can email me at goodkingjayiii (at) gmail (dot) com.
Too funny, I'm actually moving to Fairfield in the next few months!
I play with the guys I've been playing with for 20 years from Long Island. We trek an hour and a half once a month to and from CT to NY, and they from NY to CT, to game for about eight hours. It will be a bit before I'm moved in and I get my gaming-room set up in the basement, but we should definitely talk more by email.
“Reports indicate that Derik Vanvon, a director famous for the cult classic, Disciples, was on his way to shoot his latest film, Curse of the Undead, when terrorists attacked. Fortunately, his bodyguards were able to fend off the attackers, who fled the scene. Some in Hollywood claim that Vanvon created the event for publicity purposes…”
“It’s always terrorists,” muttered Guppy. “They see a man with dark skin and its terrorists.”
“Curse of the Undead, starring Christine Dee and Allen Roberts, is a remake of the 1959 original vampire/western. Long in exile in Hollywood, this is Vanvon’s chance at getting back into the elite and the good graces of the Academy. Allen plays Dan Young, a preacher who knows how to wield a six-shooter. Christine stars as Dolores Carter, a rancher who succumbs to the vampire’s dangerous charms.”
Pictures of all the principle players flashed on the screen. “At nineteen years old, Christine Dee was a rising star. But a string of flops and a failed marriage led to a dry spell. Eleven years later, the success of this film may be the stepping-stone for Christine’s comeback…”
“Hey,” said Guppy. “Isn’t that your ex-wife?”
Blade was trying not to pay attention. “Yeah,” he brooded over the steering wheel. “How did you know?”
“It’s in your file,” said Guppy. “Just like that picture of Drake in the ridiculous fireman’s hat is now in his file.”
“Yeah, everything’s on file,” said Blade. He looked over at Guppy’s hand. “You know those alarms squirt indelible ink on your hand when you pull them.”
Guppy looked at his hand. “Mother trucker,” he muttered.
As they passed by the hotel, they could see Archive and Hammer in their underwear being interrogated by the police.
Blade and Guppy looked at each other.
“Let’s circle the block a few more times,” said Blade.
All caught up today. I don't know how much fun it was to run or play, but the Body Snatcher arc was a blast to read.
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Too funny, I'm actually moving to Fairfield in the next few months!
Hurray! Lovely town. I went to Fairfield U. and I have a bunch of friends that live in Bridgeport, so I'm up there quite a bit. If you want to chat before you move or after you get settled, whatever works for you. You know where to reach me!
Oh, and unfortunately I won't be able to make ICon this year. I have studying to do, and it's a little too far for a one-day trip. So have fun!
Hank “Guppy” Gupta (Smart Hero) played by Joseph Tresca
Jake “Blade” Iron Shirt (Strong Hero) played by Matt Hammer
Joseph “Archive” Fontaine (Dedicated Hero) played by Joe Lalumia
Kurtis "Hammer" Grange (Fast Hero) played by George Wbster
This next short scenario is a continuation of the weirdness in Faint Transmissions. It delves further into Christine Dee’s life and the film she’s working on. There’s plenty to do here in such a short scenario: the tension between Jake and his ex-wife, Alzis and his weird instructions, the psycho fan, and the weird circumstances that might just end up saving (or ending) the world.
Really, this is the kind of gift-wrapped scenarios GM’s love. Without that tension and history, the scenario is a little bland. But with a combination of emotional conflict, daring action, and an unusual plot where the agents can’t just fight their way out of it, this little gem turned into a full-fledged soap opera.
Although I’m not so sure Blade felt too good about the outcome.
Defining Moment: Nothing quite like being told you're going to die.
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