[IC] Un-Organ-ised Crime

[olopi]

GM

 

 

 

The first one to arrive at the museum was Blue Jay. The museum was a small building, looking old, and while not abandoned, certainly not maintained too well. Behind the building, a small park stretched out, empty save for a few trees and a small statue, a not-to-scale model of the solar system. From the front, the building looked empty.

 

 There were a few windows, all of them showed that the lights had been turned off, and through none could any motion be seen on the inside. The same stayed true as Blue Jay began circling around the building, with the entire back wall looking out onto the park being windows, all of whom had probably not been cleaned in a fair while.

 

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The crowd ate up what Dol-Druth told them, following every word with amazement. Many had not made experiences with extra-terrestrial affairs beyond the news (and the Incursion), so having things told to them by somebody reliable, directly in front of them was an experience.

 

The media too followed the diplomat’s words, cameras and microphones recording it all, while photographers took pictures and others wrote down what Dol-Druth said. Some asked questions, some remained quiet.

 

 

Edited July 23, 2016 by olopi

[Raveled]

Blue Jay stopped on a building opposite the museum, observing it closely for some minutes. It didn't look inhabited, but the archer knew the value of patience in a hunt. She quickly climbed up to the roof and located an access door there, then knelt at the lock with her picks in hand. In a few minutes she had the lock undone and had slipped inside, leaving the door open just a crack behind her. She moved quietly and confidently down the building, pausing at each door and intersection to check it. If this building had anything to do with the attacks, it was probably where they kept the dinosaurs.

[olopi]

GM

 

The building was, as far as Blue Jay could tell, uninhabited. Most of it was large, open rooms, so hiding wouldn’t be easy, which was both a positive and a negative at times like these. The lights had been turned off, the only thing lighting up the rooms being the sunlight making its way through the dusty and dirty windows. Combined with the skeletons standing in the middle of the few rooms the building had, and various other exhibits, it made for a strange atmosphere. The actual exhibits had been better maintained than the building, only a tiny layer of dust over a few of them, much like the ground, which also looked rather clean.

 

After going through all the exhibit rooms in the, albeit small, building, it was clear that nobody was here, nothing had moved recently. No skeletons conveniently missing, no scratches on the wall, nothing that told of any strange happenings.

Edited July 24, 2016 by olopi

[olopi]

PC

 

 

 

The trip to the museum was not a particularily long one. Yes, Bonfire had to take a few stops and get out his phone to find a proper map, and the GPS costs would probably mean a lot less of spare money this month, but after a few stops and one or two misunderstandings, he had managed to make his way to the museum too.

 

An interesting building, standing out from the others. And a nice park behind it. A good place should a fight happen, open enough. After all that had happened recently, Cass had started to hate fighting indoors. It would really just mean damaged walls. And the museum didn’t look like it would survive those.

 

The smoky figure started circling the museum, while still flying above it, looking for clues, anything that would tell him more about it. The windows were loose enough, getting in would be easy. But, for now it would be best to simply wait, the archer that had fought the skeletons alongside him and the diplomat had said she’d go on ahead and check them out, perhaps she had already arrived here?

 

And the diplomat too, he had been busy doing his diversion, it would take some time before he’d arrive. So, Bonfire did the most appropriate thing and quickly ducked around a corner, buying a cheap coffee from a corner store before then casually walking down the sidewalk on his way towards the museum, sitting down on the small set of stairs leading up to it and drinking his coffee, the few onlookers generally doing their best to avoid the smoke-headed man.

Edited July 31, 2016 by olopi

[Raveled]

Blue Jay crept through the entire silent museum, checking each door and hallway carefully until she was sure that no one else was in there. There wasn't another soul in the building, and she made sure that the window blinds on the first level were closed. After a second's thought, she unlocked the front door and checked the bell hanging there; secure in the knowledge that she would hear anyone entering, she moved to examine the dinosaur skeletons on display. She moved around them carefully, letting the sensors in her mask probe and illuminate the depths of skull cavities while her sensitive fingers checked spinal columns, and she used lock picks to comb through the taxidermied fur of the non-skeletal exhibits.

 

Her careful search turned up nothing out of the ordinary. Stumped, the archer checked the rooms until she came on one filled to the brim with filing cabinets. Her lip rose in a momentary sneer before she deftly unlocked the first drawer. She didn't care for slogging through paperwork, but if someone had called or mailed a threat to the museum, she could only hope that the staff had kept a record of it.

[Ari]

Dol-Druth was more than happy to answer questions, both because it gave the locals time to get into position and was a relief after weeks and months of only being able to tell the terrestrials about the wider universe through the interviews. He made sure not to tell too much about the repercussions of the Incursion, or the newly-awakened Unity and Khanate efforts to reclaim territory and expand beyond their old borders in the turmoil of so many lost worlds. One massive threat at a time.

 

At least soon he would be able to venture abroad. Freedom City was hospitable and largely clean, but somehow stifling.

 

At last, after making sure that this "Press" had enough material to run for days of op-eds and special reports and ruminations of pretty faces with little real understanding, he started asking questions of his own. 

 

"Who on this world could control such things?"

"Where would they get the bones?"

"What might they be after?"

"Where would they be likely to strike next?"