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GM 3rd Jan, 2025 Right after a show Near Midnight The concert had gone down swell, as most (if not all) of Multiplicities concerts had gone. It was a large venue, just South of the Border. Not flashy, not pretty, but large, and hot. Sweating crowds, roaring cheers, bright lights and even some pyrotechnics. The stage was on fire metaphorically, and almost literally. As the band walked off, final encore finished, the crowd still cheering, the stage manager - a rotund Mexican with a classic moustache and a brow full of sweat - dashed up to Bernadette holding an ice cold water bottle. "Great show!" he said, excited and awkward. "Look, I know its late, and an imposition. But some guy wants to meet you. Business proposition, I think. He's pretty eccentric, but got a ton of cash. Watched the show, talked to your manager, got a certain crazy charm about him. I mean, you want to talk? I can kick him out if you want, but I thought you might want to hear what he says. If nothing else, he wanted to congratulate you on your music. And your fish, for some reason." "Whaddya say? Want me to give him the boot?"

Spy Island, featuring a Spy Headquarters on a Spy Island and lots of spies. And spying. And spying spies who spy. And Torepdo Lass and Bonfire Before we start, roll call for Torpedo Lass and Bonfire. that is, 1-2 sentence answer (preferably 1) too: 1) What would you like to explore with your character narratively / development / personality wise? 2) Where would you like to go with your character? 3) What would be a good internal conflict for your character? Any other thoughts feel free. I have core idea but I GM around PCs!

GM 16th April 2016 Freedom City The Bum Note Jazz Club. The Bum Note Jazz club was cheap and smoky. The wood was stained from booze, cigars, and stains of a less clear, and probably unsavoury nature. But wood it had, and charm too. And slow, drunken, low Jazz, full of brass and thick bass strings, peppered with snappy off beat snares and smooth strange time signatures. Horny Dick was smoking and tapping his hand to the peculiar and slick Jazz trio on stage. Horny Dick had been a top trumpet player and dirty rotten scoundrel back in the 70s. Today, Horny Dick had a busted lip, a Jazz Club that usually broke even, and was a dirty rotten scoundrel. The Bum Note played on. It had a few criminals. A few politicians. There was probably even a few people who were not both. And today, it had a dark haired lady in a red cut off top that was far too small, and red flared trousers that were far too flared, and red platforms that were just about right. Her smoking eyes swam from right to left, and left to right. For today, two superheroes would enter the Bum Note.