+-- Charlene "Charlie" Tanner (Deep Waters) --+
You quickly fall into a deep, dark sleep. When you awake, you cannot remember what you had been dreaming about. Some part of you knows that it probably doesn't matter, so you continue on getting showered and dressed and then head out.
It's a warm, spring day. Even though it isn't yet winter. This has been an odd winter, and today is no exception. You arrive at the spot, one Jazzman's Cafe, just in time to meet up with Annie. She's always been an odd one, Annie. On one hand she lives up to her name: Hiking, shooting, rafting, being able to beat Aurel in literally any sport devised (not that it's hard, it's Aurel we're talking about). On the other, she's never been one to shy away from more
'girly' things. You're rather certain that her hunting rifle is pink. It seems that today, she wants to indulge in the girlier aspects.
"Oh, well, Aurel wanted me to pick up a book, and y'know," she begins another story over her coffee, which may be the secret to her boundless energy, "I've been wanting to look at some of the new stores down in Cambridge, near where his bookstore is. Don't suppose you'd like to tag along?"
+-- Terrence Kennard (SingularByte) --+
(No Roll Necessary)
You poke your head out the door, peering over Liz's shoulder. It's only after staring in puzzlement at the man with the painting for several seconds that it hits you like a sack of bricks: Someone had called the other night about wanting to sell you a, purportedly haunted, painting. This must be the guy. You were probably just going to humor him and take a look, not buy. But things have a way of changing.
As you watch, the man pays the Taxi Driver and sets the painting on the easel before noticing you. His face is grim, though he still affects a sort of quirky smile. "Ah, hello, is the proprietor in?"
+-- Elizabeth "Liz" Karsten (Hailfire) --+
You haven't a clue what could be going on here, but before the man turns to answer you he places the painting on its easel, in the furthest back corner of the room, and then pays the taxi driver a sum that, you're certain is far more than necessary.
Then he turns to you, and though his face is grim he still manages a small smirk. "Ah, hello, is the proprietor in?"
+-- Michael "Angel" Raguel (Filiusenox) --+
(8952(2))
Somehow, despite prodding it with a stick whilst simultaneously convincing the beast that you have no intent to harm it, you manage to draw the creature out. Not as you intended, however.
As you draw the broom back for a fifth poke, the shadow streaks out from under the bed once more. You turn around to find a small black cat, with a single dot of white fur on its head, standing by the door, its tail raised and back arched like some sort of halloween prop.
+-- Robert Herriman (mcclay) --+
The results came back today. Dr. Hartford sent them by mail, though considering the information they contained he shouldn't have. You were sitting down for some breakfast in your little rat-trap apartment when you read the news. You almost threw up.
You knew they had been transporting drugs, probably weapons (somehow). But blood? What could be the point of that? This disgusted even you, a man who sometimes made money on the side by selling organs from your butchery to grad students and research assistants in need of study material.
But enough of that, it's a monday. What do you need to do today?
+-- Noemi Schor (RogueArchivist) --+
It's been a week now since you arrived here. You've had to lay low: Your bounty hunting license isn't valid in Massachusetts, and so you're operating outside the bounds of the law. But goddamnit if you're going to let that bastard get away again.
You might have to, though. The trail's gone dark. Your informants have told you that the one guy who might have known, some fellow named Eddie, wound up dead the same week you arrived. Three bullets: Head, Chest, Stomach. You wonder who could've done it. It doesn't fit Neil's MO. But then, by all accounts, Eddie was in some deep shit with the local crime element, might have just been he made the wrong move.
You've got another meeting tonight, but it's sometime in the afternoon now. You couldn't sleep. How do you plan on spending your time?