Brief setting note: This will be a series of Lovecraft-inspired stories that we'll be running through. Running is an option. Death is a possibility. Insanity is highly likely.
Boston. The 60's.
“Wop bop a loo bop a lop bom bom! Tutti frutti, oh tutti!~”
The high pitched voice cried out as the energetic tunes echoed throughout the smokey room.
“Cut it out, Drew. You Bozo.” The rough voice barked out, slightly muffled by the cigarette in his mouth.The tip of the cigarette flared brightly while the smoke wafted from the tip to join the cloud that filled the room.
“Hang Loose, Dick. I just bought the thing. ‘Sides, Jasper seems to like it.”
The mousey-looking guy had been striking away at the typewriter before glancing up nervously between the two figure: Richard “Dick” Young and Drew Riddle. Richard had been his boss and the Gumshoe that was in charge of all the investigations. Drew was a recent addition that was a cool cat - smooth and slick, his job was getting in and out of places that stealth and brute force couldn’t make it in.
THUD. THUD THUD THUD.
Those familiar heavy steps could be heard right outside the door before it was thrown open. A gust of smoke poured over the figure as a deep cough could be heard.
“Open a window, will you guys?”
The man towered over Jasper with a thick frame that was almost as thick as his Polish accent. That was Pete Sluraski - the muscle.
Luckily, Jasper Kennedy didn’t have to disappoint Drew or anger Richard. Grumbling, Richard threw open a window as the smoke spilled out of the room.
“Happy?”
Jasper could finally see what he had been typing - a review of the last case they had finished up. If Dick was the Intuition, Pete was the muscle, Drew was the Charm, that only left one thing: The Brains. He had mostly been sent to do research which beat the hell out of confronting folks.
"I hope the smoke clears out in time.."
Who would you like to have as the main character?
- Richard “Gumshoe” Young
- Pete Slusarski
- Drew Riddle
- Jasper Kennedy
