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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 5921716" data-attributes="member: 4936">Okay, to make sure I don't get ahead of myself then, let me sizzle a basic concept to make sure it passes muster. If so, I'll develop it out to its logical end.Adventure Numero Uno: "The Trouble with Dribbles."Synopsis: During a routine call, Atlanta's finest finest (that's me), realizes that something's amiss with one of the kids shooting hoops in the backlot of the apartment building. The kids call him 'dribbles,' for two reasons; he's got some kind of brain thing going on...can't talk much, constantly zoned out and drooling, and because in spite of the first reason, the kid can keep the ball bouncing and nail hoops from a block away (or so they claim).Idiot savant, right? Yeah, maybe not. Something's off with him. And it doesn't sit right either, him being played on by the others like that. This isn't a situation where a disadvantaged kid with a special talent gains the respect of his peers. No. He's a freak in a freak show. It's sick. (Cue Aspect: Tough Hide & Tender Heart).Even though it's not the kind of thing police are meant to do, I decide to take a closer look in line with my 'other' job. The neighborhood folks are pretty upfront about him. No one knows who his family is. He showed up, stumbling out of the park around the garden and now just kind of aimlessly wanders around the block...like he's looking for something he can't find. All this is a case for human services, except for one thing. There's a 'thin' place in that park, in the garden. Even closed, the feel of the otherworld is thick there. And I know that all it'll take to open it is something with some power strolling by, or a mild cosmic alignment, or any of a number of things.Fortunately though, the area already had someone watching out for it. (Enter werepanther) With a little help, we were able to figure out that something -had- come through the gate before this watcher had the job...and the timeline fit for when Dribbles had first appeared.That's when we found out we weren't the only ones looking for the guy. Turns out that, among the other places on the other side of the veil, that's where the Fae hang out when not ensnaring mortals or causing mischief. Being mischeivous and, as a rule, pretty hot, it's not unusual for half-fey mortals to be born. Most of them stay Earthside and grow up here. A few don't adjust too well to the 'reality' thing, and stay in Faerie. Guess which kind Dribbles is. No really. Wow, you're good.Fey families look out for each other though, at least sometimes. Dribbles had a brother...or, half-brother? Cousin? Second removed? Who knows? Anyway, big fella. Huge. (enter the Ogre) He'd heard about me asking questions and looked ME up. Trick was that Dribbles, during our respective investigations, had stopped showing up at the ball court.Took a little doing, but we found the kid, stolen away by some not so much mischeivous as psychotic little fey things who wanted to use him as bait, or leverage or...who can understand these squeaky guys? Anyway, it got the giant mad, and even though the critters were a lot meaner and stronger than they looked, we managed to lay a couple out and drive the rest away. Dribbles went back home...where I am told he is much more responsive, though 'lucid' is not a term for things in Faerie. I closed the case, knowing the garden portal is covered...which is nice because it's a bit out of my way to patrol it...and I learned about a family which is somehow, against all odds, even more messed up than my own. And that's what I call a win.</blockquote>

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