SESSION 3, part 1
(I thought another GM was taking over with his game this week but plans changed at the last minute and I ran RoC. I hadn’t prepped for the session and two unexpected new players showed up. It got a bit chaotic at times and I had to take a Mulligan on one bit of evidence I relayed to the group but everyone had a great time nonetheless)
Detective Ike McManor. A veteran of the Arkham P.D., Ike has encountered bizarre occurrences while investigating a group believed to be responsible for pet mutilations around the town.
Peter Malone. A wounded veteran of the Great War, the last thing he remembers was fighting in the Argonne Forest before suddenly losing consciousness and waking up–minus one eye but with a pocket full of cash–in his hometown, Arkham. Peter believes that the US Army is after him and will try him for desertion.
The Story Continues
(commence very bad Mickey Spillane impersonation)
Detective Ike McManor chomped the soggy end of an old stogie as he pulled up in the squad car. McManor was a good cop, an honest cop, and he had been with the Arkham P.D. a long time. He had sure seen some weird stuff in his day, stuff that would make your gut churn and your head spin, and had been investigating the members of some group calling themselves the Cult of Mu. Pets had been showing up dead all over Arkham with the Greek letter μ (mu) carved into them and he needed a lead. Freaks, creeps, bohemians, Europeans–why don’t they stay in Boston where they belong? Ike was in a bad mood and somebody was gonna pay. Besides, the Bosox were so far out of first place they might have to start playing local little league teams to get a win. He wanted to blast a monster, alright–a big, green one.
Riding shotgun was a strange, troubled man named Peter Malone, if that was really his name. He showed up one day out of nowhere when McManor was trying to collar a local hood. The hood got the drop on McManor and was going to blast him with his heater–at least, that’s what the hood thought. Malone was walking along minding his own business but he had an uncanny knack for sensing when something heavy was going down. Maybe that’s what saved him in the Argonne, why he was still walking the earth and not pushing up the daisies on the end of some Hun bayonet. He called out to McManor just in the nick of time and Ike drew his service .38 first and filled the hood full of lead. One more stiff for the meat wagon, one less threat to honest, God-fearing folk. McManor took a liking to the one-eyed war vet, who also believed that there was something more out there that humans couldn’t explain. Such as why he had been in a trench moment and wandering the streets of the old USofA the next, short an eye but carrying a wad of green in his pocket. What the hell had happened to him? Malone was put to work digging for dirt on the Cult of Mu and McManor fronted him a few bucks and put him up at a boarding house in Arkham. It wasn’t the Ritz, but maybe that was for the best, because the Ritz sounded way too German for Malone.
McManor heard that Strawbridge had put some P.I.s on the case and that he had been in old man Drake’s pocket for years. “Straw” wasn’t going about it the right way, by the book, so Ike decided to check things out for himself. He called on his new friend, one-eyed Pete Malone, and they headed for the outskirts of Arkham. The two people sitting in the coupe at the turnoff fit the description of a couple of the P.I.s–an old codger in a tweed suit and a young, stylish dame. Ike pulled up next to the other vehicle and got the low-down from Dr. Kenneth Lokar, some bigshot visiting professor from Hahvahd. Lokar talked in big words and liked to show off his fancy book-learning. Ike couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He knew there had to be a collar in it for him, so he got the other coupe turned around and they headed back toward the manor for some real questioning. The detective would teach these rookies how it’s done.
Next: The Situation Escalates
(I’m stopping here because it gets very hairy and confusing. The remainder of the session deserves its own post.)