Life, Crime
Rather than allow this rather imperious lady to use her not inconsiderable political connections to stir up a lot of trouble for Blackjack and his former associates, Wyldfire has been assigned to step into the gap and pass themselves off as "Monsieur Paxton's team". Details are as follows....
Phillip "Blackjack" Paxton, ex-thief, ex-Wyldfire Agent, now runs a private inquiries firm that specializes in estate investigations and provenance searches. Sylvia Kilbride, dowager empress of the Metropolis Ladies' Historical Preservation Society, had every confidence that she could demand his services at a moment's notice. (No one but Madame knows why she held this position, and Madame considers the matter so inherently obvious that she becomes downright incensed if anyone is so gauche as to ask about it.) Much to her incredulous dismay, Monsieur Paxton turned out to be unavailable for her summons -- being, alas, entangled clear across the ocean on some silly adventure on behalf of the Art Institute of Chicago, which, snifffff.
Known in her youth as a resourceful lady, Madame Kilbride promptly contacted the landlord of Monsieur Paxton's office building to demand that the Art Institute matter be placed on hold indefinitely (or, at least, until the close of business on Monday): she requires security services immediately.
Rather than allow this rather imperious lady to use her not inconsiderable political connections to stir up a lot of trouble for Blackjack and his former associates, Wyldfire has been assigned to step into the gap and pass themselves off as "Monsieur Paxton's team". Details are as follows:
You will provide additional security during a pre-opening party at Madame Kilbride's privately-owned museum, located in a Historical Landmark near the center of the oldest part of the city. So-called "regular" security is visibly present from a well-known firm, but as the party takes place in the salon that will become the new exhibit, and as several of the key items are considered so rare as to be irreplaceable, Mme. Kilbride very intelligently decided that she should have a few "ringers" among her guests -- security people who will pass themselves as fellow museum sponsors, mingle among the crowd and secretly watch for any possible trouble so that it can (hopefully) be stopped before it really starts.
Preferably discreetly.
Moleculon: I go to the party as John Dillinger
Diamond X: I'm dressed as Zelda Fitzgerald
Moleculon: Just don't wear red, because you're my sister, and that would be weird.
GM: {to Diamond X} What's your initiative?
Diamond X: 30
GM: {looks to Moleculon}
Moleculon: 30
GM: JINX!
Moleculon to Diamond X: You owe me a coke!
Diamond X: I do not.
Diamond X: So, who's driving?
Party: {chatters away}
Fright: I can drive.
Party: {discusses available cars}
Fright: I can drive.
Party: {debates Nomad's motorcycle}
GM, aside to Fright: If you have to ask a third time, I rule that you do, indeed, drive.
Party: YOU ARE NOT DRIVING!!!
Silverwing: Fastball special?
Fright: Why not?
Silverwing to GM: I use my Superspeed to throw Fright at the escaping thief.
GM: Okay. How much Superspeed, and what's your Dex?
Silverwing: Three APs. Dex of six.
GM: {looks at chart} Gotcha. {turns to Fright} You've got a Body stat of what?
Fright: BODY OF GLUE!
Diamond X to NPC: We haven't seen Mme Kilbride in a while. Maybe you could check on her?
Capt. Devore: Oh, I dinnae think that's a good idea, lass.
Diamond X: {answers ringing phone}
Moleculon: Silverwing and Fright got into a fight with a lady upstairs!
Diamond X: Oh, God! {facepalm}
The group: Madame Kilbride???
Moleculon: Hey, Ace, do me a favor.
Ace: Yeah, Jerry?
Moleculon: Get hold of Batman, tell him he needs to look into that Wayne guy.
Ace: ... Riiiight.
Ace: What for?
Moleculon: Well, he's one of two people we suspect might've robbed this mean old lady.
Ace: So what you're saying is, you think Bruce Wayne might've snuck down to Metropolis and vengeance-robbed some old lady during the party she didn't invite him to. What'd he steal? It'll help with the investigation.
Moleculon: A journal. And a bag of pearls!
Ace: Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.