Game notes 6/11/17
We got started on an actual super-powered crime story.
June 11, 2017
On April 23, 2017 three men are shot in Dorchester and one dies (two incidents). The next day, Owen’s at work. Detective Brett Mahoney (junior detective wearing a cheap suit who’s struggling with the transition from beat cop to detective) stops in at the shelter, just like he always does when there’s a spike in crime rate
Owen, before he asks: I haven’t seen anything. No, we only have the regulars. And we’re out of donuts.
Empathy or Investigate: Straight roll = +1.
Mahoney: There was something weird about the murder last night’s shooting (he’s got a lousy deceive).
Rapport +1: Someone gets shot every other night in Dorchester.
M, whispers: There weren’t any bullets.
O: I thought you said they got shot.
M: They did.
O, not whispering: I’m not following. How can they get shot without bullets?
M: Hey, hey. There’s some kind of shit that went through them.
M: No, through and through. Somebody threw something through them or used the biggest nailgun I’ve ever seen. We found no casings, no bullets.
O: No nails?
M: It was in a warehouse. They could be in the drywall for all I know.
O: Who would be able to find nails in drywall??
M: Yeah. This is my case, and with all the weird shit these last two weeks…
O: So why are you busting my balls for this?
M: I’m not.
O: You sure can’t be here for the coffee and I already said we’re out of donuts.
M: Thanks. If you hear something here’s my card.
O: Yeah. I’ve already got a stack of ‘em. Want some back?
Mahoney leaves flustered. Owen doesn’t care; as a good local boy, he’s got no love for the cops.
O: Thanks for stopping by, Officer Mahoney.
Owen watches Mahoney wander across the street towards the Chinese restaurant.
O: They don’t have donuts either!
Mahoney flips him off on the way out.
Owen watches Mahoney out of morbid curiosity; he lasts even less time in the restaurant before he mopes down the street. But now he’s curious. The warehouse was on what did he say? Thane St?
Owen wanders off and finds a warehouse taped off. There’s a marked patrol car out front. He figures if this happened last night, there has probably already been a young, ambitious CSI wannabe who wandered through here. The guy in the squad is probably killing time out front with a box of crullers making sure the scene stays secure, and there’s no one inside. The warehouse has been abandoned but once was a furniture factory / storage area. Notice +3 – he can spot the roof trusses from the ground and those might be a decent place to land. He teleports. Lots of racks; there is a second-story here. He teleports to the ground. It appears empty except for the chalk outline and numbered tags.
There is blood everywhere. The cleaning crew hasn’t showed up yet, and may not bother to. He wanders around to take a look. First, however, he memorizes the building (a single waypoint).
Looking around, Investigate: Average. There were at least three people here that were shot repeatedly. Lots of wooden crates. Nothing else to see nearby, but the crime scene folks may have closed things up.
Someone got shot here…lots of blood, no bullets, and the cops have been here.
Owen decides to head back to the shelter for now and will come back later with some help. He calls Gordon.
Owen does not teleport into Gordon’s office over the phoneline.
Scott: That would be a cool power.
Mike: Yes it would. And I know who just got it,
Owen: A cop came by this morning asking about a weird crime…a guy who got shot without bullets.
Gordon: Show without bullets?
O: That’s what I asked. But apparently there were holes, but no bullets.
Gordon starts to look up bullet wounds. Three guys came in together…Thomas Johnson, 28 (DOA), Tito Johnson, 25 – treated for GSW, critical but stable, and Willie Roberts, 23 – admitted to ER with GSW, patient denied care – not admitted.
Aaron: Always take the healing factor.
Investigate – Tito is recovering on the 4th floor of Mass General…aka the babysitting floor.
Further details would require violating HIPAA…or visiting Willie at home.
Gordon: I get done with work at $time. But I have to go to training first.
Owen calls Darren.
O: So, a cop showed up this morning. Someone got shot last night and the detective who stopped by let it slip that there were no bullets.
D: How can you shoot someone without bullets?
O: That’s what I said! I went to check it out, and I called Gordon first because you were my second choice. One guy died, one guy’s in custody, and one guy came in with a gunshot but wasn’t admitted.
Darren looks in the newsphone and finds a quick mention that resembles the police blotter…still active investigation – not a lot of information. Names have not been released pending someone caring enough to do so. It *was* in Dorchester. Crimestoppers has a tip line.
Has Willie Roberts been in the news before? Investigate = Average. He’s got a typical gang-banger’s rap sheet going back five years. Court paperwork shows last known address of $address.
While Darren’s on his way, Owen rousts Lenny who shows up courtesy of Mick.
On the ride, Mick says he made up with his wife. No need to dodge any more cars.
Mick: Thanks for keeping it quiet.
L: I know what it’s like with women mad at you.
We all Uber it over to Willie’s place. On the ride, Owen tells Lenny the story.
Lenny: How do you shoot anyone without bullets?
Mick: How do you shoot anyone without bullets?
On the way Darren hears the police radio coming over Mick’s phone. Somehow he’s listening. Darren approaches him about it…he says he hears some interesting stuff once in a while. Empathy -2…he taps a few things on Darren’s phone, and the app loads. It’s the audio stream of the cop radios *and* the live news feed…it’s the email list of recent dispatch calls complete with audio available. This is probably law enforcement only stuff…better than the guys in the newsroom have. Essentially it’s the real-time crime database.
Darren: You know someone on the force?
Mick: I’m just good with computers, and I like helping out friends. Especially those who give out five-star ratings.
We roll up to Willie’s place. Sounds like we need to hear Willie’s side of the story, and Darren will see how lucky he was. The screen door is not that nice or new, but is definitely reinforced.
Lenny knocks. A woman answers, “Who are you and what do you want?”
L: I’m Lenny and I want to talk to Willie.
W: He’s not here.
L: I’m not the cops. I’m Lenny Cooper!
This place has windows (barred) but the shades are drawn so we can’t see in.
W: Willie ain’t got no old whitey friends!
L: I never said I was his friend. I just want to talk to him.
W: Only white folk who want to talk to Willie are cops!
Darren: The next time the cops come to talk to Willie, they’re going to ask him some questions he might not want to answer. We may be able to help him.
We strongly suspect there is a sassy black woman on the other side of this door.
W: Every time he talks to white folk he ends up in trouble. He can take care of himself.
L: I just want to talk to him about last night.
W: None of my business.
L: But it is my business. They sell my music everywhere, even Dorchester.
W: Honey, nobody buys your shit here in Dorchester. My Willie is a good boy.
Her name is Dorothy.
He succeeds here, but not with style.
L: I just want to talk to him to find out what’s going on. I’m not going to the police.
Dorothy: That boy’s gone underground. If he’s anywhere, he’s at the pool hall on $street. IF he comes home, I’ll tell him Stephen Tyler’s looking for him.
Darren: Thank you, miss.
Dorothy: You can go now!
On our way back to the car, Owen relays that he’s not familiar with this particular pool hall. Darren asks Lenny if he can disguise himself to fit in a little better…if this is a neighborhood joint, we’re going to stand out. However he would have a hard time doing anything else.
Mick takes us to Al’s Billiards…aka, the pool hall. He’s not going in.
Opening the door in the middle of the door, they yell, “in or out – close that door!” When we come in, they eyeball us right away. Owen does notice a few clients. As everyone’s eyes adjust, the place draws deathly quiet. Based on the wads of cash on the edge of the tables, they’re not all playing for fun. Owen confirms his suspicion what some of his client do all day.
What does hyper-social Lenny do? There is no bar, but most of the tables have brown paper bags under them. Looks like a bring your own kind of place.
A large man with a deep voice comes up to us and says, “This is a private establishment. “
Dude, I’m just here to talk to Willie. His Grandmama said he might be here for me to talk to him.
Dude: Willie? There ain’t no Willie here.
Two +4’s and -1. Darren and Lenny notice a guy in the back of the room twitch a little bit. May have just found Willie.
Lenny: I’m just here to talk to Willie over there.
Dude: No, you’re not.
Dude looks around and says there’s no Willie here.
Lenny: Yes there is, and you’re going to go find him for us. (Influence)
We figure that this gentleman has the aspect “Home Turf”, so Lenny uses a Fate point to reroll his +4 (I like to help the little people.) +6.
Dude: Willie! Get your ass up here.
The dude doesn’t have any powers.
Willie walks up and talks to this guy. We don’t see any obvious wounds. He walks up confidently, but it looks like he’s favoring his left leg. As he strides forward, it seems like there’s a glimmer of a super power but it’s either weak, poorly manifested, inconsistent, or hidden. No idea what the power is or was (so no general idea) because of the failing bulb effect – and it seems to fade every time it blinks. This is definitely a new one.
Willie doesn’t look at us, he looks at Carl (the other guy).
W: What you want, Carl?
C: This guy’s got a question for you…and he’s gonna tread lightly.
L: Of course.
C: Ask your question.
Carl turns to gesture, and the games resume – for the most part.
Owen: There’s a body in the morgue with holes and no bullets.
Darren: Someone’s liable to come around asking questions that people may not want to talk about. Do you want help with those questions?
Willie looks around. We talk with Willie for a bit; Willie looks at Carl, who nods.
W: All I’m gonna say is I was doing business with the Johnson boys.
Darren: Just business.
W: Then out of nowhere, this dude, dressed all in black or fatigues, jumped in and started shouting something about vengeance or justice – some bullshit – and started shooting. We were in that furniture store…there were nails laying around and stuff. He had a gun but didn’t use it. Stuff was flying around like bullets.
Darren: Lucky for you, you made it.
W: He’s been doing a lot of business in Dorchester and the body bags are piling up.
L: Sounds like we got a vigilante.
W: More like an asshole.
Carl: Sounds like you got your answers. Our guest passes have a limited duration.
Darren: Do you know who might have a beef with the Johnson boys?
Carl: We got no beef with the Johnsons.
Willie: Go look at that warehouse. You’ll see what I mean.
Darren extends his hand; Willie nods but doesn’t shake.
As we leave, Darren says he’s got to go to the game. He sends a text to someone at the Paw Sox front office and says he can get Lenny Cooper for the anthem. They’re enthused, so Lenny hops the train with Darren and they head to Pawtucket. The PR intern who meets us spent a summer abroad in Japan and is a huge Johnny Nacho fan.
Darren slaps Lenny on the shoulder before he goes out and tells him “Knock ‘em dead, Tiger!” and empowers him.
Lenny conjures up the illusion of a flyover during the acapella version of the national anthem (+7 disguise). The imaginary jets actually shake the stands. Of course, it ends up on Youtube.
Back in Boston, Owen sends Mick to pick up Gordon. By nightfall the tape is already partway down, and the cop is gone. Owen says hi to Mick, who drives off.
As they meet, the headline, “Lenny Cooper Blows Up In Pawtucket”.
This came up on his algorithm of “people with crazy powers doing stuff”…not under his name.
Owen: Yeah. Might not be the last time you see him. Come here a second.
Then they teleport without warning into the building.
After Gordon overcomes his surprise, they check around. +5 investigate…Everything near the body outlines is liberally perforated with small scrap metal (screws, bolts, washers, etc.) It’s like every loose piece of metal in the room was thrown in every direction. (Venture City rules – someone Collateral Damaged this). The red x (right of the bodies and crates) is the epicenter of the effect.
Two of the people show a lot of blood spatter. One area shows a lack of spatter because there was a curio cabinet in the way…Willie got lucky or something.
Where did the super-powered assailant come from? Well, it seems like “business” happens here fairly often. There are a number of large and man-sized doors here.
As far as cameras, one side faces the school (which is covered in cameras).
Gordon: How do we get in?
Owen: We could call Lenny?
Owen summons up a spotter scope.
O: You want to get into that school?
He doesn’t want to be seen walking out of an active crime scene so they leave a side door, then go up onto the roof. They peer through a scope into a window and teleport into a kindergarten class room. Owen tosses the scope over his shoulder and it fades away before it hits the ground.
They want to head for the office. Gordon prepares to start sneaking, and Owen points out the school map.
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