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Science Fiction in all my dreams i DROWN

Discussion in 'Role Playing Forum' started by Lawbreaker, Oct 7, 2018.

  1. Lawbreaker

    Lawbreaker Jedi Knight star 1

    Registered:
    Aug 21, 2018
    It is sometimes an appropriate response to reality to go insane.
    Philip K. Dick, VALIS

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    2019

    "It can't be. You got any idea how big this is? A high profile blogger posts a mysterious question and kills himself and becomes the biggest internet phenomenon since Google?"
    "Yeah, I know."
    "And you found nothing? C'mon."
    "Sorry my little sunshine. None."
    "Anything on Tritec?"
    "Nope. I went through every registry in the world and used every search engine available. Babe. There is no Tritec. No Tritech or Trytec or Trytech either."
    "A shame. I thought if anyone finds something it is you."
    "Oh c'mon. Flattering me? That is really cheap."
    "Yeah, does it work?"
    "Totally. You always knew how to push my buttons."
    "I still do. All your right buttons, big guy."
    "Flirting? Flirting and flattering? What makes you so desperate honey?"
    "This has become a legit Internet phenomena. It is bigger than this serial killer! Bigger than the impeachment movement! What shall I say? It is huge!"
    "Your big break?"
    "My big break. That was the idea. Looks like my skillset isn't up for the challenge."
    "Flirting and flattering, well maybe you should try something a little more sophisticated."
    "Like what?"
    "Trace Archer's steps. The guy posted a review of the new Assassin's Creed, went to bed probably or spend time on his computer and then ... look at his blog. He posted the question at four in the morning! What is Tritec? Only this question! And then? He puts a bullet into his head? I don't buy it."
    "He was probably a crazy guy who did not know what he wrote."
    "Yeah, but let us assume he wasn't, okay? Let us assume Tritec means something. Something as big as everybody seems to think. I mean a few million people are not wrong. Wisdom of the crowd, you know? But isn't the timeline a bit strange?"
    "What do you mean big guy?"
    "I mean who posts a question and kills himself before he get's a chance to receive an answer?"
    "God, you are right."
    "I know, hon. Maybe that is what you should think about."
    "Did you come up with this?"
    "Hell no, read it in a forum."

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    2029

    Human Resources were no longer the field of humans. Algorithms had analyzed every bit of data about the candidate. His Internet search profile was right next to his health data and the analysis of his social network profile. His school and university files, his IQ Test and psych evaluation completed his profile simply called "The Set Card" by big corporations. This corporation was bigger than any other. Their Set Cards were therefore more sophisticated and their access to data nearly unlimited. They knew every site he ever visited, every game he played and book he read. They were that powerful. It was The Company! It had a unique product and an equally unique history. Working here meant a life in luxury and security. Two rare commodities in the life of people of these times.

    The artificial intelligence analyzing the candidates Set Card did more than hire him though. It staffed his team, put together his working space and choose his projects. A flat was chosen for him, a car, an assistant, a bonus package and a diet. The whole package was delivered to the candidate in a series of messages to the company device. The device was one of two items a drone delivered physically. It was obligatory he carried it with him at any time of day. The other item was a key-card. It had the name of the company written on top and below it had his ID number. In the lower left corner his project was noted.

    Project Tritec.

    He would begin his new job on Monday at 10:00. Obviously the AI knew he liked to sleep a little longer.


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    in all my dreams i DROWN


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    A Science Fiction Mystery

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    There is not much I can tell you about this game. It demands a leap of faith. I know I am asking for much, so I will tell you what little I can and hope you make that leap.

    The game will be set in two time frames. One timeline is future Shanghai of the year 2029 in which the worlds biggest gaming company has made it's home in the worlds biggest city. It will have a limited cast of two characters. One will be a new high potential recruit to a secret project they are developing.


    The other storyline - let us call it our main storyline - is open to everybody and all and it is set in contemporary Los Angeles of the year 2019 where a potential suicide by a gaming blogger leads to a series of events that might change the world as we know it forever. There is also a serial killer on the loose. It is slice-of-Life setting with a mystery at it's core. I am pretty sure it won't get boring.

    It is explicitly allowed to make a character for both timeframes.

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    Characters

    The Future

    The two future spots were given out to players who contacted me pre-launch. So no free spots are open there initially when the game opens. Saying more would be spoilers!


    The Present

    In this timeframe you can play anyone. Really anyone. If you are interested to tackle the mystery of how and why the mysterious blogger Quentin Archer died, it would make sense to play either someone who knew him or someone who investigates the case (journalists or cops would make sense). This is by no means mandatory though. You can play as anyone you want.

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    Character Sheet

    Name:
    Age:
    Appearance:
    Occupation:
    Biography:




    RULES:

    1. GM word is law
    2. PM me the CS for approval
    3. Obey the rules of the site
    4. I will make an effort to update at least once a week and I hope players to do the same. If a player is absent for a longer time and holding up storylines I reserve the right to take control of his character.
    5. There will be an OOC discussion thread that allows for any spoilers or interpretations. In the game these are strictly forbidden.


    A special thanks to the man you know as LordTroepfchen for allowing me to build this on his original idea.
     
  2. Lawbreaker

    Lawbreaker Jedi Knight star 1

    Registered:
    Aug 21, 2018
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    Los Angeles, July 2019

    Let us talk a bit about Quentin Archer. Everybody is talking about him anyway, right?

    The body of Quentin Archer was found in his cheap L.A. flat in Westwood, Los Angeles a few days ago. He died from a bullet to his head. All doors and windows were locked from within. Suicide. Pretty obvious. Cops love simple cases.

    That the trajectory of the bullet did not really make sense was a bit of a nuisance. The missing gun was actually a mystery. But his last posts in his blog about VR and Augmented Reality gaming indicated he did suffer from some type of psychological problem. That was enough for the L.A.P.D.
    Suicide. Case closed. They were pretty busy anyway. No need to dig when the answer was presented on a silver plate.

    His blog was soon taken down, but it was to late. The final question Quentin had posted was tweeted, resend, shared, copied and pasted. Reddit had several discussions about it and the social networks were floated. Conspiracy theorists went crazy about it. The question Quentin Archer had put on his blog was:

    What is Tritec?

    Nobody seems to know the answer. Makes the question so interesting.

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    Funny how everybody cared so much about the blog. Scientists would theorize for years to come about how people tried to escape the insecurity and random cruelty of the harsh reality of the Summer 2019 in Los Angeles, California. Because the truth was, nobody was save that summer. It was the Summer of Sid .

    The Summer of Sid began the day after Quentin Archer had died. The first victim was a famous actress called Kate Portman who was found dead by her pool. It was as if the murderer had wanted the attention of the headlines, before he began with what was the worst killing spree in the history of the USA. Seven people died the next day. All were killed with a rare and antique gun. The details of the weapon were not disclosed to the public. The victims were random and there was no pattern to the killings. The public soon called the serial killer Sidney, because the sole eye-witnesses had claimed he had an Australian accent. He would continue his bloody reign for many more days. It would only get worse. Then it ended as suddenly as it had begun. Nobody was caught or arrested. The murders were never solved, "Sid" was never brought to justice. What had ended his reign of terror remained another mystery of the year 2019. If anybody knew the truth, they stayed silent on the matter.
     
  3. Lawbreaker

    Lawbreaker Jedi Knight star 1

    Registered:
    Aug 21, 2018
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    Shanghai, 2029

    The sky had the color of a television, turned to a dead channel. The neon lights of the restless city below were drowned in the eerie and everlasting cloud of toxic fumes that had made the most populated place on earth also the most challenging one. Without a proper mask you simply could not breathe outside. Without a top notch air filter it was not that much better inside.

    Someone made billions by manufacturing cheap gas masks, Huo Chang thought and folded his glasses. He put them into the inner pocket of his tailor made three part suit and breathed out.

    "How long haven't you slept?" The hologram of his therapist asked and the elder Chinese turned to the bearded English man projected into the center of the room.

    "Two weeks." He said and slowly walked down to the lavish couch in the center of his ridiculous oversized penthouse apartment.

    "Why is that, Mr. Chang? Do you have any idea ..."

    Chang laughed and nodded as he took out his pills and snapped his finger. One of the servant drones brought him a glass of cool water. The algorithm had learned what to do weeks ago. "I know exactly why I don't sleep, Doctor." He took the pill and drank a sip of the water. Even the best filter in the world could not get rid of the metallic taste completely. "Because I dream."

    "Dreams can be an important part of life, Mr. Chang." The Doctor said and was irritated when his patient chuckled.

    "Did I say something amusing, Sir?" The hologram asked.

    "Yes you did. I have no dreams, I have one dream. Repeated every time I rest. I drown. I always drown." He said.

    "Why do you think that is so?" The hologram asked.

    Mr. Chang looked at the man and realized he had come the false place to look for relief. He killed the hologram with a tired wave of his hand and allowed his head to sink.

    He knew exactly why he had this dream. That was the problem.
     
  4. DarkLordoftheFins

    DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 2, 2007
    Character Sheet approved

    Name: Christian Borg
    Age: 26
    Appearance:
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    Occupation: Programmer/Game Designer
    Biography: Christian was born in Berlin to a Swedish and German couple. His world as a kid was defined by moving. Paris. London. Dubai. Hong Kong. Singapore. It was no surprise he had a hard time making friends as every time he connected to someone his parents started packing up. So he substituted real life with the virtual world. Spending endless hours in the internet long before that was age appropriate he was a fanatical gamer. His trademark was always to crack the logic of a game and through this defeat it. MMO's, E-Sports, he did it all. Those he met online he befriended in the many social networks he was in. When he was fourteen he got into contact with s group of illegal modders. They programmed cheats and sold them. Christian dived into this and before he turned sixteen he had made a fortune by providing tailor made cheats to wealthy gamers who tried to short cut their way to success. But that grew boring for him and soon he turned to programming himself. Starting with a simple RPG makers game, that became a bestseller on Steam he soon turned to bigger things. Games. Apps. He even hired some people he knew to help him.

    His parents surprisingly did not fight his ambitions, they welcomed them. Having both given up their artistic ambitions early in life they decided to give their son the chance they never had.

    He tried to study Informatik and game design at the university of Singapore, but these "teachers" we often inferior to his skills and reputation. When he was twenty he was director of his own company, developing small but fine cutting edge VR games for Sony. Regrettably he wasn't as good in business as he was in programming and the company slided into problems a few years later.

    It was then that Louis Feng of Gamescape contacted him. The China based biggest gaming company in existence wanted him and were ready to allow him to settle his problems with his old company through a generous payment if he made it through recruiting.

    Christian easily passed, understanding the algorithms at work perfectly well. He could read their intentions and had all the right answers.

    So he moved to Shanghai in 2029 and prepared to take his new job. The payment was extraordinary, the bonus system incredible. It became pretty obvious that Gamescape had great plans for him.
     
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  5. HanSolo29

    HanSolo29 Manager Emeritus + Official Star Wars Artist star 7 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

    Registered:
    Apr 13, 2001
    GM Approved!

    Name: Kenneth ‘Kent’ Archer
    Age: 58
    Appearance:
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    Occupation: Owner and CEO of Archer Pacific Real Estate, LLC
    Biography: Raised in the Newport Beach area of Southern California, Kenneth – or Kent, as he likes to be called – is the eldest child and the only son of George and Marie Archer. The family owned a rather large real estate company, which was founded by Kent’s paternal grandfather in the late 1940s. Over the years, it has brought the Archers both financial and commercial success – no wonder many refer to Kent as having been born with a silver spoon in his mouth. His father groomed him from a young age to one day inherit the company in his stead.

    Having earned his BA in Business & Economics from Stanford University and his MBA in International Relations from UCLA, Kent soon secured his role at Archer Pacific, serving directly under his father and taking responsibility for management and operation services within the company. He acquired 15 years of real estate consulting and management experience before George Archer ultimately decided to retire in the Fall of 2004. At the age of 43, Kent became CEO and sole owner of Archer Pacific Real Estate.

    Under his leadership, the company thrived and expanded its reach so that they oversaw residential, commercial, industrial, and land investments located primarily across California, Arizona, and Nevada. Kent even procured many high-profile clients over the years, including Hollywood celebrities, professional athletes, and politicians. He also became a prominent face in the community, contributing to charity events and other non-profit organizations.

    But success did not always lead to a fulfilling life; his biggest challenge remained at home with securing his legacy.

    Kent met his wife, Susan, in grad school, and the two were married shortly after. While they prevailed over the years with the occasional pitfalls, it was their son who became the ultimate test in the strength of their marriage. Quentin Archer was always a strong-willed and very impetuous boy; he valued his independence and often butted heads with his parents, particularly Kent. This would continue well into his teenage years before reaching its climax when Quentin went off to college.

    Following family tradition, Kent had expected his son to takeover the company when the time came for him to retire. He had even arranged to pay for Quentin’s entire education, and while the young man had initially agreed, completing two years at the local university, he eventually became jaded with this plan and stopped applying himself. When he dropped out of school the following semester, Kent was furious. Not only did he view it as a wasted opportunity, but he felt that Quentin was being foolish by throwing away his future. The resulting argument not only created a rift between father and son, but it put a real strain on his marriage as well. The only reason Susan did not leave him then and there was the consolation that Kent would welcome their son back with open arms once he realized his mistake and came back to them for help – Susan told him to remain patient, that Quentin would come around…

    Except that never happened.

    His son would go on to establish himself as an influential blogger, becoming quite famous through his own social media empire. Money never became a problem, and Kent resented him for it – how could anyone become successful through playing and reviewing nonsensical games? The rift continued to grow until Kent cut him off completely; to him, his son’s turn felt like a betrayal, and he did not speak to him for nearly 2 years...until he received the phone call that any parent dreads: Quentin was dead.

    That day served as a turning point. Not only did it bring Kent and Susan closer together, but Kent himself realized how petty their disagreement had been – he lost his son due to his own foolish ambitions, and now he had to live with that regret for the rest of his life. It will be a long road to find acceptance and peace.

    And yet, one question troubled him above all the rest: why would Quentin commit suicide? Kent wasn’t sure if he believed that...
     
  6. SirakRomar

    SirakRomar Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 30, 2007
    GM approved

    Name: Liang "Elina" Lui aka Enigma
    Age: 24
    Appearance:

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    Occupation: Unkown, probably none
    Biography: Elina - or Enigma as the insiders of Shanghai nightlife know her - is a mystery and she is not doing anything to change that. She has been showing up in the nightlife of the Pacific Rim cities a few years back around 2025 and has since then been around, becoming an almost old fashioned "socialite" with access to any party and circle. Her beauty helped her with that, but her broad education in a large variety of topics is what elevated her into the status of almost a legend.

    Occasionally she had worked as a model. Some suspect her to be a secret agent, others think she is a high class escort. They think she might be a daughter of a high level Government official or maybe the "unofficial daughter" of a billionaire. She is known to buy expensive modern art and is very adapt to any kind of modern technology. Nevertheless she almost religiously avoid social networks and an internet search reveals nothing but a few pictures of her. She is an Enigma.

    One of the few things people know is that she was seen a few times with the legendary CEO of Gamescape Huo Alan Chang. The nature of their relationship is unknown.

    Her lovelife is as much the cause of rumors as she is herself. It is adventurous to say at least. She has been a muse to some of the most high profile artists, was seen with actors and rich men. Many of these men fell in love with her, but none ever conquered her. She rejects gifts and advances once they get serious.

    Those who know her a bit better know she is actually a great supporter of charity and also helped raise funds for various projects.

    The very few who know her on a more personal level are aware of a sad, almost depressed side of her. She never reveals the source of her suffering though and those who try too hard soon find themselves ignored by her entirely.
     
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  7. RachelTyrell

    RachelTyrell Jedi Master star 2

    Registered:
    Feb 15, 2009
    Lawbreaker approved!

    Name
    : Amy Cross
    Age: 27
    Appearance:
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    Occupation: Model/Bartender
    Biography: Amy came from Germany to the US at the age of 14 to work as a model. She was reasonably successful, but never made the big break. As she went into her twenties her career died down and she was let go by her agency.

    She encountered Instagram though and made a career as a minor fashion influencer. Occasionally she still works as a model, but makes her living nowadays as bartender in a rooftop bar in Santa Monica. The tips are amazing, so she gets by.

    A year ago she met Quentin Archer and they had a good friendship ruined by him falling in love with her and a short but intense affair. She did not return his feelings though and felt suffocated by his behavior. They broke up and their attempts to maintain their friendship have since then been ruined by his attempts to win her back (which ended up in the bedroom sometimes).

    She actually had a date to see a movie with Quentin, when news of his death reached her. When she looked into the circumstances of his death she found his enigmatic final post in his gaming block and wondering what it meant she reposted, shared and tweeted it. Accidentally she started a true internet phenomena by doing this.

    All she really wants to know is why he is dead. Suddenly that he is gone she finds the idea of a world without him pretty unbearable.
     
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  8. Lawbreaker

    Lawbreaker Jedi Knight star 1

    Registered:
    Aug 21, 2018
    GM Note:

    So, we got six characters from five players so far. The game will stay open for submissions after the launch until it progresses too far for people to join. That will be at least a few months from now, so anyone still interested ... shoot a PM.

    I am also preparing a FAQ for the OOC thread (thanks for the hint @SirakRomar), which will hopefully answer a few questions not yet addressed.

    For my dear players I really appreciate the leap of faith they took with the game.

    The game will launch on Wednesday the 17th of October .
     
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  9. Sith-I-5

    Sith-I-5 Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Aug 14, 2002
    Approved by the GM

    Character Sheets

    Name: Nicole Graveley
    Age: 25
    Appearance: Red headed Caucasian woman, her long hair is often braided. Petite stature.
    Occupation: Detective Sergeant with Portland Police Bureau, 'Special Crimes' unit.
    Biography: Star of the Department, highest-scoring person on the Sergeant's exam, this feisty young woman worked undercover on Vice, making 17 busts, however her last arrest was someone politically connected, the fallout of which almost got her fired, and ended up with her assigned to the Special Crimes team. Carries a black, 9mm Glock handgun.

    - 2019 Sergeant Graveley is in L.A. to pick up a prisoner.

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    Sergeant Graveley, Special Crimes

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    Name: Mary Formal
    Age: Looks middle-aged
    Appearance: Blonde Caucasian woman, five foot, seven inches. Hair cut into a bob cut that exposes the left side of her forehead, while a side-swept bang descends to her right eyebrow.

    Black miniskirt, elastic-waist. Long-sleeved, white button-down blouse which she could roll the sleeves up if she wanted to. The collar was open, waiting to be secured by an abbreviated black-and-white chequered tie on an elastic band.

    Has a black anti-stab vest, with a bright U.N.C.L.E. logo in white on the back, under a horizontal strip of blue-and-white chequered squares. It also says 'UNCLE' on the front too, chest level on the left.

    Black Trespass Bergenz unisex combat boots. Handgun in clutch bag.

    Occupation: Clearly an investigator of some kind.
    Biography: Bit of a mystery. British. Carries a heavy chrome-plated Bren Ten handgun.

    - 2019 Mary Formal has joined the Summer of Sid' investigation.

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    Mary Formal
     
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  10. Lawbreaker

    Lawbreaker Jedi Knight star 1

    Registered:
    Aug 21, 2018
    Chapter 1: Tripping



    Somewhere in Los Angeles 2019

    The iphone vibrated in silent mode on the glass table. The flat was dark. Only the cities lights illuminated the loft. The view was spectacular, but the only inhabitant of the loft did not really care. The young man sat on his couch and had his face covered with his hands. It was the third time the unknown number called, when he finally leaned forward and picked it up.

    "Yeah?" He asked with an annoyed tone and grabbed the glass of European red wine from his table.

    "It is me." A male voice said on the other side.
    "Surprise." He yawned.
    "I found it."
    "Found what?"
    "You know what!"
    "No, I really don't."
    "Tritec! I found Tritec!"
    "Great. Why do you call?"
    "I think you know exactly why I call!"

    The young man sighed and emptied his glass. Carefully he grabbed the bottle and saw it was half empty. He filled up his glass again.

    "Still there?" The caller asked.
    "Yeah. Just trying to get drunk enough for this conversation."
    "I found it. And I think you knew what it is all along!"
    "Maybe."
    "Then you lied to me!"
    "Maybe."
    "Damned Marc, this is not a game!"

    The young man the Caller had called Marc laughed. He simply could not do anything about it.

    "What's so funny? This is not funny!"
    "It isn't?"
    "Why are you laughing?"
    "The comment about this not being a game ... it is kinda funny, don't you think?"
    "It is NOT a game. This is ..."
    "Sure it isn't?" Marc asked and there was silence on the other side of the line.

    "What shall we do now?" The Caller asked.
    "There is no we."
    "What shall I do then?"

    Marc sighed again and leaned back, putting his phone on speaker.

    "Have you ever dreamt of drowning, pal?" Marc asked the Caller and took another sip from his glass.
    "No, I don't think so."
    "I drown in all my dreams nowadays." Marc said and took up the phone. "Sweet dreams." He killed the line and deactivated the mobile.

    "Alexa. Play All along the watchtower." He ordered and closed his eyes as the blue glowing box nearby started to play the song.

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    The game begins tomorrow.
     
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  11. Lawbreaker

    Lawbreaker Jedi Knight star 1

    Registered:
    Aug 21, 2018
    2029




    The Anicon, On the Bund, Shanghai

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    A rooftop bar they had said. It really was more like a club with a rooftop bar attached to it. Well, to be exactly it were two rooftop bars. The place had three levels, two dancefloors, two rooftop platforms. One platform was looking at the river and one was looking at the skyline.

    Alan Chow had picked the one with the view on the skyline for their little get together. A lounge was rented, alcohol kept flowing.

    You reach a level of blood alcohol that might affect your ability to work tomorrow. Please consider this. The AI was full of good advise like this and vibrated again at Christians arm. The data links that you put over your arm like a lengthy watch were state of the art. They were also omnipresent.

    Christian was here to meet the team in what the AI had called a "less formal" environment. It seemed very informal indeed. Alan Chow just had lined up an unending number of names, most Chinese, to introduce Christian to his Co-workers. Alan was Director of ... something at Gamescape. He had brought the whole team. Twenty five programmers, six admins and nine internees of which half were beautiful Asian women probably not picked for their software skills. They all were wearing the data bracelets. It was like an ID for those working at Gamescape.

    Next to Christian a young Australian had taken up a seat. Jack Burns was a good looking and easy going guy and held the enigmatic title of "Head of SIDs". When asked what SIDs were he just laughed and told people this was not the place to discuss work.

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    "So you are the hotshot guy they hired to solve our problems with Tritec? Man, the big one must have seen something in you. Never heard of you, pal. They call you the secret weapon already. So, what do you say? Shots? They got this amazing twenty years old Mexican Tequila thing with a worm. Turns your world into a game of Candy Fire, if you know what I mean. Li, Baby. Why don't you get us a few of those? Let's say ... ten?" The last sentence he addressed to a gorgeous bit shy internee sitting next to him. "And get yourself a Beeeeeejay. The cocktail I mean."

    "My name is Ling." The girl replied and smiled.

    "Sure, whatever. Would you please move your cute little butt to the bar and get those shots, please?" He smiled. "These interns are for the fun. They wouldn't get what we are doing if their souls depended on it. But man they are great get-me-something-slaves if you need a coffee or something." He waited until Ling, obviously swallowing her anger, had left before leaning over to Christian. "You should try her. A real acrobat in the bedroom, if you know what I mean." He leaned back. "You are now part of the elite, my friend. Whatever you see, if you like it ... it's yours!"

    Jack proudly looked over the dancefloor and obviously believed in what he said. On the other side of the room he saw something he could not have. "Well, almost everything." He said and nodded to the young Asian Beauty who had just arrived.

    The Enigma - as Elina Lui was called - was the exception to the rule. It had been months since she had blessed this establishment with her presence and people recognized her as she entered the club. It was a more primitive place than what she was used to. A place for expats and thrill seekers. A place where cheap holograms danced to cheap beats. Tonight it was her chosen location to spend her evening. Her reasons for her choice were as always hers alone. Nobody could guess them. Maurice was with her, a DJ who felt obviously disgusted by the music and obviously enthusiastic about the many Eastern European girls that dwelled the place. He was an insider when it came to nightlife. "And there they are. Gamescape crowd. Told you they would be here." He told her with a smile. An especially attractive blonde passed and he raised his brows. "Good hunting." He said and his smiled turned into a wolves grin. His grey contacts made him look really spooky when he did that.

    Tag: @DarkLordoftheFins, @SirakRomar
     
  12. Lawbreaker

    Lawbreaker Jedi Knight star 1

    Registered:
    Aug 21, 2018
    2019


    Weyburn Avenue 221b, Flat of Quentin Archer

    Kenneth Archer had arrived two hours ago at LAX. The organisation had been perfect. His driver Malcolm had awaited him at the exit and had taken his baggage. Malcolm was booked for the full week. The man was a former marine, licensed bodyguard and intimate expert of Los Angeles. He had come highly recommended. Kents former business partner described him as "very helpful".

    The trip to Westwood had been uneventful and yet disturbing. The streets were unusually empty and the few people they had seen were nervous. The serial killer called Sidney had left his mark on the City of Angels. Fear was in the air. It was everywhere. The headlines all over the country were full of him.

    Malcolm had followed his orders to the letter and had brought Kent Archer directly to the flat of his deceased son. It was a nice building in Westwood, one of the better parts of L.A.. When they had arrived at the appartement itself they found the yellow band marking it as a crime scene ripped apart and the door had been broken open. Malcolm had entered the flat first, his hand in his jacket where he probably was having a handgun hidden. "Clear." He had said the words with the tone of a man who had seen such things before. Someone had searched the flat. Gaming magazines covered the floor. Papers were there and the luxurious couch ripped apart. The bureau of Quentin had been searched even more aggressively, with someone cutting open his sons chair and every bit of paper and every book had been searched and then carelessly tossed to the ground. "People go crazy about the blog of your late son, Sir. Guess they have been searching for clues." Malcolm looked around. "They took his computer." The tall and bald headed man looked around. "They left his printer though."

    On the ground right before Kents feet lay a single photography. It was the only one his son had cared to print out. It showed Quentin and a young and beautiful woman. He was wearing Bermudashorts and she was only wearing a Bikini showing her perfect body.

    Tag: @HanSolo29




    The Charade, Santa Monica, Los Angeles

    Sidney wasn't good for business. Not at all. The Bar was mostly empty now. After all one of his victims had been killed in a club. So Amy had a very slow afternoon at the bar. Finally one customer showed up around noon. It was a woman who was wearing a leather jacket and a large backpack.

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    "Gin Tonic, please. Tanqueray and Fevertree." She said as she sat down at the bar and took her jacket of. Then she looked at Amy and smiled. "Wait, aren't you Amy Cross? The girl that began all the fuss about this dead blogger?" She smiled at Amy. "Wow, you are kinda famous, aren't you?"

    Robert, the bouncer who usually sorted guests at the door smiled at Amy as he heard this. "Celebrity Amy!" He winked st her and made his way back to the door.

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    LAPD Headquarters, Downtown Los Angeles

    Office of Captain Jacob Winslow, Homicide Division



    Winslow was looking at Nicole Gravely with a mix of curiosity and satisfaction. He had her file on his desk. His office was rather small for his position, but filled with the certificates of his excellency. Medals. Education certificates. Newspaper articles. A picture of his perfect family. He was wearing his uniform today, which meant he expected press.

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    Winslow took a sip of his coffee and then finally spoke. "Detective Sergant, I got actually three good news for you." He said and leaned back, folding his hands. "First, we got your prisoner safe and locked. Eddy Brennan. Yeah. Ran into a patrol with the dead girl in his trunk and the murder weapon on the back seat. Ha! If all cases were that easy, hm? We will hand him over once you get back to ... well, there comes the second great news." He smiled at her. "Your Captain is a really nice guy. I explained how short we are on people right now. Heard of the Sidney case? That guy leaves bodies like other people foot prints. We barely manage to get the crime scenes isolated before the next shows up. Regrettably we have nothing on him yet. Your Captain said he would lend me a hand here. That hand is you actually." His smile disappeared. "So you can now proof you are the Wunderkind everybody says you are. Because the third good news is, you are now part of our 'Summer of Sid'-Taskforce. Congrats." His folded hands spread. "I know, how lucky can one girl be, right?" He smiled once again at her and it was a sharks smile. "You can pick any partner you want. Ladies choice today at LAPD."



    Mary was sitting only one corridor away on a bench and just got her handcuffs removed by a young officer. "Okay, I hear a lot about people having friends in high places, but you are the real deal." He smiled at her. "You are some kind of spy or something? CIA?" The man was curious. Not many murder suspects were released after their phone call.

    Mary had been waiting in the usually crowded homicide division for an hour before the right strings had been pulled to make LAPD release her. She had been there long enough to realize something was going on. There were few cops down here as most were now two floors above. Those who passed had all discussed the special task force for what seemed to be a case of unknown proportions. "Special Investigation Group Summer of Sidney they called it. The hunt for what was USA's most spectacular serial killer was on. Eleven victims in two days and nights.

    One of the passing Cops actually held up a picture of an ancient gun. "What kind of ammo is a .32? I mean who uses those?" Mary obviously knew what kind of gun used these kind of bullets. You knew when you were around long enough. A Webley Bulldog. Created by Philip Webley and Sons in 1873 and popular until the twenties in the United Kingdom. It was a weapon which had not been around in a long time and a caliber not produced in ninety years.

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  13. Sith-I-5

    Sith-I-5 Force Ghost star 6

    Registered:
    Aug 14, 2002
    IC: Nicole Gravely, Mary Formal, LAPD Police Administration Building
    Location: Los Angeles


    Gravely had not been expecting this.

    It was her first time travelling to another jurisdiction to pick up a prisoner, but when out-of-towners had come to Portland, Oregon, they had simply rocked up whichever local police station their prisoner was at, introduced themselves to a disinterested desk sergeant, then were told to cool their heels until the suspect could be handed over.

    Instead, she had been re-directed to this shiny big office building that served as the LAPD's headquarters.

    When she had tried to show off her knowledge by referring to it as One Police Plaza, she had been sniffily informed by her driver that that was New York, not L.A.

    There had been twenty minutes sitting out on a bench in the corridor, with this taller, leggy blonde woman in a colourful red-and-blue off-the-shoulder minidress, hands handcuffed behind her.

    And whilst she herself was a cop, there had been the distinct shared vibe of sitting outside the Prinicipal's Office at a high school somewhere.

    The woman had even asked if she had also been caught without her hall pass?

    And now she sat in the relatively cramped office of a Captain Winslow, all decked out in his blue uniform, four gold stars along his shoulders, and on each collar of his buttoned up white shirt.

    Sitting on the other side of his large desk, till he got around to dealing with her, she had looked around at the various citations and certificates adorning the walls, then vaguely turned her attentions to the upside-down paperwork on the desk, then done a double-take, focusing on her own upside-down name!

    Why the hell has he got my file? She wondered, staring down at the tan folder.

    The Captain took a sip of his coffee - by the smell - and then finally spoke. "Detective Sergant-"

    "Just 'Sergeant'." She murmured, just quietly enough for it not to be an interruption.

    "-I got actually three good news for you." He said and leaned back, folding his hands. "First, we got your prisoner safe and locked. Eddy Brennan. Yeah. Ran into a patrol with the dead girl in his trunk and the murder weapon on the back seat."

    She raised an eyebrow at that. She hadn't been apprised of what Brennan had done in Portland, but it must be pretty serious to outweigh a murder in Los Angeles! Although, she realised almost immediately, Winslow hadn't said that the victim had been killed down here, so that could explain that.

    "Ha! If all cases were that easy, hm? We will hand him over once you get back to ... well, there comes the second great news." He smiled at her.

    She didn't like that smile. It reminded her of a shark's smile. It looked like the shark should be chewing on a diver's oxygen tank, just before Chief Brody shot it with a rifle, and blew its owner to kingdom come.

    "Your Captain is a really nice guy."

    Nicole suppressed a groan. She'd have been more optimistic if he had name-dropped Lieutenant Backstrom, or Chief Cervantes just now. Thanks to her troubles in Vice, she couldn't really rely on any other of her Bosses to have her back.

    "I explained how short we are on people right now. Heard of the Sidney case?"

    The detective had relaxed the eyebrow that she had raised before, and it went up again at the mention.

    "That guy leaves bodies like other people foot prints. We barely manage to get the crime scenes isolated before the next shows up. Regrettably we have nothing on him yet. Your Captain said he would lend me a hand here. That hand is you actually." His smile disappeared. "So you can now proof you are the Wunderkind everybody says you are. Because the third good news is, you are now part of our 'Summer of Sid'-Taskforce."

    She felt her jaw drop as she stared at him. The implications whirling through her head, not least having to arrange lodgings down here.

    "Congrats." His folded hands spread. "I know, how lucky can one girl be, right?" He smiled once again at her, triggering, in her mind's eye, black-and-red tatters of vapourised fish sprinkling lazily out of the sky and plopping into the water around a mostly sunk fishing boat as the police captain continued. "You can pick any partner you want. Ladies choice today at LAPD."

    "Do...uh, do I at least get a phone call?" She managed.

    "Ladies' choice, eh?" Echoed a familiar voice from the opening door behind her, Nicole turning as best as she could in her chair to see the blonde woman from earlier leaning in, rubbing at her now un-handcuffed wrists, and beaming at them both. "Don't worry, Captain, I will look after her. Your officer gave me the 'If you're not cop, you are little people' speech, which I thought was a nice touch."

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  14. DarkLordoftheFins

    DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 2, 2007
    Christian Borg
    The Anicon Club [/b]

    The Australian guy ... Jack ... was everything Christian hated about evenings like this. He talked a terribly lot and most of it was purely macho attitude and Alpha male talk. He really was not looking forward to work with Jack. But the title was interesting. Head of SIDS? What the hell was a SID?

    The evening was part of the whole settling in. What do you expect if a computer tries to manage your social life? Christian liked being alone. He was best when he was alone. He was not lonely, he just liked to stay in the background. He liked to be on his own. But letting Gamescape hire him probably meant he had to get used to teamwork. And to social activities. Seriously, he was not one of those socially awkward nerds. He would manage this and find his own approach. Jack would hopefully not be part of this approach.

    "Well, I never heard of you either, so I guess we get a fresh start, do we?" Christian said and he did not even try to keep him from ordering the drinks and committing an act of sexual harassment to the girl called Ling. Poor thing. He wondered if she really had been that stupid to sleep with Jack. Probably yes.

    It was another Asian beauty that caught his attention though. The one that the Australian looked at. She had quite an appearance and an aura of not belonging here. Yet, she was beautiful. Almost surreal how beautiful she was. She did not belong here. Maybe a woman like her belonged nowhere, really.

    He could not help but look at her, even as he kept on talking to Jack. "Regarding your problems with ... Tritec? I do my best. But it would really help to know a little more about what is expected of me." He finally managed to return his gaze to Jack. "I mean I was hired without ever being told for what. So what is Tritec? A game?"

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  15. SirakRomar

    SirakRomar Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Mar 30, 2007
    Enigma
    The Anicon

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    The Club was not her style. The people were not her style. Even the terribly overdressed Maurice wasn't her style.

    Usually when she entered the room, it was hers. Here, she did not wanted the room to be hers.

    There was a reason to be here. She always had a reason to show up anywhere. But the location was a necessary evil. So she ignored the Club and she ignored the looks of the drunken expats who probably considered talking to her. "Hey there." A Brit threw at her as she passed and she ignored him too.

    Slowly, without a hurry she walked passed over the platform to the bar. A familiar face looked at her. Burns, one of the Gamescape guys who she met at a Holographic Arts event a few weeks back and with whom she had been working lately. Knowing her did not mean owning her. She gave him a cold smile and her eyes fell on the young man who looked slightly lost who was sitting next to him. He seemed new and yet he had all the attention. Attention he clealy felt uncomfortable with. A young cub in a wolves den. As she passed the group and their lounge area she gave him a smile with much more sympathy than she usually showed.

    It was only a passing smile and passing she did on her way to the bar. Slowly she sat down in the least populated area there, crossed her legs and took out one of her artificial tobacco cigarettes. She patiently waited for the Barkeeper. She did not waited for long though. She always got attention easily. A smile was enough to get his full attention in this case and she ordered a Lucid Absinthe. They did not have it and she settled for a glass of still water.

    The evening would be an interesting one. Not in a good way probably. She realized this as she turned her head to watch a young Asian woman ordering shots. The girl was wearing the armwrist of a Gamescape employee. With a cool smile she watched her making her way back to the group. Silently she cursed having picked this spot to do what she had come here to do. They easy path very often wasn't the best one.

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  16. RachelTyrell

    RachelTyrell Jedi Master star 2

    Registered:
    Feb 15, 2009
    Amy Cross
    The Charade

    She gave Robert her acid smile and then turned to the task at hand. "Only got Thomas Henry, sorry." She said and made it up by adding an extra shot of Gin before the ice filled the glass.

    "Yeah, that is me. So now that you accidentally found me ... what are you? A cop or a journalist? I don't see a gun, so I bet on the second. Congrats on finding me. No, I don't wanna tell my side of the story." She smiled at the woman. Then she put the drink right in front of her.

    It had been a matter of time before someone found her. She had not really been hiding her traces. Hell, she had not known what she was doing. Quentin was dead and she had thought it would be a nice gesture to honor him by retweeting the question. Get the answer he had never got. Well, she had no answers. Nobody knew what Tritec was. She did not know why he killed himself. She wasn't even sure if he killed himself. Why would he do that?

    Because of a broken heart?

    No, actually the had a date. There was a fair chance he would get laid by her.

    Because of Tritec?

    Well, what the hell was Tritec?

    She wished there would have been any other customers she could use as an excuse to get away from the curious newcomer. There were none. So the woman would give it her best shot.

    C'mon B. Show me what you got.

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  17. Lawbreaker

    Lawbreaker Jedi Knight star 1

    Registered:
    Aug 21, 2018

    2029


    The Anicon, On the Bund, Shanghai

    Jack leaned back and laughed. "You know ... if the old man decided not to tell you ... I won't spoil the fun for him." Jack gave a look to the enigmatic Asian as if that had to do something with it. "Spoiling his fun is still the fastest way to get unemployed, you know? And you don't wanna miss out on Tritec. It is as if you missed your chance to be the first man on the moon." Jack leaned back and watched the poor internee struggle to make her way through the crowd without spilling the drinks. "Stupid thing, she could have let them do it."


    Enigma was still watching the girl make her way through the room, as suddenly a man leaned next to her. Saying he was underdressed was kind of an understatement. He was wearing a blue hoody and jeans. "Oh wow, suddenly I remember why I don't do clubs. What is this? Music? I feel like they are trying to deafen me!" He laughed and looked at the Enigma with a boyish smile. "I know Elina. I shouldn't be here. I was just so curious."

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  18. Lawbreaker

    Lawbreaker Jedi Knight star 1

    Registered:
    Aug 21, 2018
    2019


    The Charade, Santa Monica, Los Angeles

    "Oh they warned me you're a smart one. Lucy Fox of Wired Magazine." The woman smiled and took her drink. She seemed not to care to drink alcohol in the afternoon. "First one to find? Really? With your social media presence you were actually an easy catch. But okay, I see you don't wanna be the centerpiece of an article about the internets biggest scavenger hunt. Actually I thought so. Well, but you are a barkeeper. So it is kind of your job to listen to me, isn't it? If you are not too busy managing the bar that is. I talk, you listen. If you care to comment ... nothing get's written until you say so. Alright?" She already had downed half her drink and seemingly did not care about the amount of alcohol.

    "But get me another one of those, first. Heat makes me thirsty." She winked and her look at Amy was a lot like the one male customers usually gave her.

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    LAPD Headquarters, Downtown Los Angeles

    The Captain smiled at the new arrival. "Well, we had no Voight-Kampff test, so the speech will gotta do." Who would have known a LAPD Captain knew his Blade Runner. Then again, this was L.A., being a movie nuts came with the city. "Sgt. Beckett will bring you up to speed with the latest developments on the case. He is your liaison officer until we catch Sidney." He clapped his hands. "Then I leave you two to work. I must train to look confident while telling the press we got no clue who Sidney is or how to catch him."

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    He basically waved the two woman out of his office. Outside a middle aged Sergeant was already waiting. Like everybody else he looked stressed out. "Mystery woman and Portlands finest, I assume? Okay. Captain asked me to get you up to speed so you can do a miracle and get the guy we LA fools can't. So the rough idea what we are looking for. Australian guy in his twenties or thirties. He uses an old gun to kill random people. Began with Ms. Portman, the movie star. Then an owner of an Internet cafe yesterday. Two girls in the street. A guy in a crowded club. That one actually caused a real panic. Someone spotted him there, a woman called Maria Darcy. She said he told her to get lost. Australian accent. Too dark for a good picture. All downtown. He took the night off and resumed his ... work ... in the morning. A swimmer at Santa Monica, a whole family of a local IT specialist in Culver City. Three dead. One teenager among them. Only kid he got so far. He took a break and in the afternoon he killed a Korean housewife. Then a drug addict in his flat. Last two were in Korea town. Eleven in two days. We just got another one in. Our guys are on their way to the scene. Ah ... and we got one failed attempt on a girl in Santa Monica. He shot twice and missed. Only time he missed. The guy ran, so we don't know who he is. But we got an eye witness there. He seems to be wearing s blue hoody and Jeans. All victims were killed at point blank range. One shot. Never more. He just shoots them and walks away. Usually when people realize what happened he is gone. So we got someone who claims to know the survivor. A woman called Sandra Preston. I got her address in the file. Up on second level we got everything you might wanna have on all the victims. No connections so far. This guy seems to choose them randomly. We expect more victims to come. He seems to be back at Santa Monica so our people are looking for a guy fitting his description there. We got everyone on triple shifts. But so far ... the guy seems to be a damned Ghost." The Sergeant sighed and handed the two woman a file. "These are the basics. But the punchline is ... we got very little. Ballistics say he uses a rare and ancient caliber. A 32. We are right now analyzing the hell out of the projectiles." He shrugged. "If you ask me ... don't waste your time with Martinez and his guys upstairs. If they had anything we wouldn't draft two beauties like you. But he is upstairs if you wanna see a desperate cop. ... there you got one." With a sigh ... the only sign this guy needed to breath while talking ... he finally added: "My number is in the file, if you need anything."

    It was pretty obvious Beckett was doing this all day. Every cop available had probably been called in and was working the case. Beckett seemed to be the official welcome committee.

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  19. HanSolo29

    HanSolo29 Manager Emeritus + Official Star Wars Artist star 7 VIP - Former Mod/RSA

    Registered:
    Apr 13, 2001
    IC: Kent Archer
    Weyburn Avenue 221b, Flat of Quentin Archer

    For Kenneth Archer, the last few days have been nothing but a perpetual blur, one day leading into the next in a vicious cycle that had left him reeling. Time felt meaningless in this limitless bubble, and it had reached a point where he didn’t mind if he never rediscovered the synchronicity that defined modern society – the pulse that made the world go around. In many ways, the world was already dead to him; that pulse had stopped beating several days ago, when Kent had received the phone call informing him that his son, Quentin, was dead.

    At first, he had been numb to the tragic news, his mind wandering to dark places in an effort to justify what had happened – trying to convince himself that Quentin had brought this on himself, that his life choices had somehow dictated his fate, and he had been beyond help. But Kent quickly realized that having such a narrow point of view wasn’t very fair...how could it be? He was his son, for Chrissake! Despite the terrible circumstances that had driven them apart, he could not deny that single truth; no father should have to bury his only child well before his time. It wasn’t right. It fell outside the limits the world took for granted. It almost felt…unnatural. And so, Kent had lapsed and stumbled out of line right along with it.

    That moment had served as a turning point, and yet he still could not mourn...not that he hadn’t tried. He thought after he had spent years repressing his many frustrations, that everything would come forth in a tumultuous wave to free him of the pain, but he was never granted that escape. Instead, he was left feeling raw and helpless. He had staggered around in a dream-like stupor after that, becoming a slave to his own lingering regrets and cursing himself for not permitting his son to live the life he deserved by accepting him for who he was. The only comfort he found had come in the form of a whiskey bottle, and he knew that wasn’t sustainable…

    That’s when he decided he had to go back to Los Angeles, regardless of the scattered reports about some crazed serial killer on the loose. He needed closure, to find some peace of mind so that he could carry on into oblivion. In addition to the menial tasks of cleaning out the apartment, settling the more pressing matters over the estate, and making his son’s funeral arrangements, Kent had an ulterior motive for this trip – to find answers.

    Driven by his desperation, he had arrived in the City of Angels ahead of his wife, using the conference he had been attending in Baltimore as a cover. She didn’t need to know that he had opted out early to conduct his own informal investigation, or that he had hired a personal bodyguard to show him around the city. He told himself that it was for her own good; that it would save her from experiencing any unnecessary grief. God knows they both had their fair share of that over the past few days, and he knew it would only get worse before it got better. Kent was doing her a favor by deciding to do this alone.

    But as he followed Malcolm’s hulking form up into the main living space of the flat, he was beginning to have second thoughts. Perhaps no one was truly ready to witness the chaos Quentin Archer had left in his wake:

    Despite the yellow police tape securing the premises, they found the place in shambles. After the police had moved out, the building had been left vulnerable for looters to come and go as they pleased, and they had certainly taken advantage of the opportunity. In fact, Kent felt as if he was standing in the middle of a devastating whirlwind with the way they had so thoroughly trashed the interior. There was no thought to decency when it came to remembering the dead. That angered him more than anything, but maybe that was because it was his son they had disrespected with their childish behavior. By upending everything in their path, they had denied him that one last link to Quentin.

    Setting his jaw against his mounting indignation, Kent idly brushed aside a stack of discarded magazines with his foot, only mildly aware of Malcolm’s commanding voice as he droned on behind him.

    "People go crazy about the blog of your late son, sir,” the bodyguard remarked as he continued to look around. “Guess they have been searching for clues."

    Kent raised a brow at Malcolm and scoffed at the notion of his ‘famous son’, but before he could lecture the man on what he thought on that subject, he discovered the photograph. It was lying on the floor at his feet with Quentin’s face staring up at him like a beacon against the relatively plain background. Without hesitation, Kent knelt down and gripped the photo between his thumb and index finger.

    For a moment, he drifted back into that perpetual haze that had consumed much of the past 48 hours, his mind wandering to the last time he had seen Quentin alive. Was it a year? Two years? He sighed heavily and shook his head. Did it even matter? It was a distant memory that he had hoped would wash away with the ebb and flow of time, if only to contain his own inner demons. But now, staring at this single photograph, he knew he could never escape that reality; it defined him.

    The most damning thing of all, however, was the smile on Quentin’s face; he could not recall a time when he had seen his boy this happy, aside from when he was very young. The woman beside him in the photo, whoever she was – he had only noticed her for the first time – had apparently brought him great joy. The thought made Kent’s chest tighten with envy, and he slowly moved his thumb over the contour of his son’s face.

    The reports said that Quentin had committed suicide, but this…this did not look like the face of a man ready to give up. It didn’t make sense.

    Why, Quentin?

    Kent exhaled heavily and fell back on his haunches, angling his chin up to finally meet Malcolm’s gaze. The other man was still surveying the scene, and he vaguely remembered him mentioning something about the thugs taking the computer and leaving the printer behind. It might have been an oversight on their part, but that wasn’t very likely under the circumstances. One did not usually expect to gain much knowledge from a printer.

    Unless…

    Flipping the photograph horizontally in his grip, Kent held it up so the bodyguard could see it. “Found this,” he murmured quietly, the first words he had uttered since he had met the man back at the LAX terminal nearly two hours ago. “Personal printout.” His lips turned up in a rueful smile. “Think there is more where this came from?”

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  20. Lawbreaker

    Lawbreaker Jedi Knight star 1

    Registered:
    Aug 21, 2018
    2019


    Weyburn Avenue 221b, Flat of Quentin Archer

    Malcolm stepped a little closer and had a look at the picture. "Last twenty prints usually stay in the drive. Let me see what I can do." He took out his mobile and started working. "I know the girl, by the way." He then said. "Amy Cross." He grinned and pointed his mobile at the printer as if it was a remote control or made any difference. "There we go." He said and indeed the printer jumped alive.

    He pointed at the picture again and nodded. "She is the one who did this social media thing for your son. Made her kinda famous. When you hired me I actually did a little search. Shall I locate her?" He walked over to the printer as the first pages came out.

    "What the hell ..." He raised his brow and gave the first to Kent.

    IS ADRIAN MORREL GOD?

    It was the only sentence printed on it. The next one had another fat printed sentence.

    GAMEFACE. TUESDAY AT 1600!

    That was today. Later today. Malcolm handed him the next.

    MUST KISS CHLOE. LA IMPERIALE. TUESDAY. RICETT.

    Then the next.

    IS AFTERLIFE A DREAM? IS HELL A NIGHTMARE? AM I AWAKE OR DO I DREAM?

    The finally ...


    T R I T E C



    Then a longer document was printed. It was the Wikipedia article on "drowning".

    "From the seize of the letters I think he pinned them on the wall. He wanted to be able to read them from afar." Malcolm looked around and then sighed. "Hard to say which wall. Shall I get someone to clean up, Sir?"

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  21. RachelTyrell

    RachelTyrell Jedi Master star 2

    Registered:
    Feb 15, 2009
    Amy Cross
    The Charade

    She gave the woman a look and lay her head aside. For a journalist she had an amazing habit of giving more away than she got from her conversation partner.

    Alcoholic, potential lesbian and social media addicted. Amy shrugged. "Yah, part of the job. But as quickly as you are killing those, better talk fast ... as long as you still can." She gave her one of her shy but feisty looks and then began to do another Gin Tonic. She gave the woman that extra shot of Gin again. She would appreciate it Amy guessed and it would make things easier.

    This phenomenon she had never wanted to kick off ... had clearly gotten out of hand.

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  22. DarkLordoftheFins

    DarkLordoftheFins Jedi Master star 4

    Registered:
    Apr 2, 2007
    Christian Borg
    The Anicon Club

    No, please don't give me the first man one the moon speech. Christian laughed and faked finding that cool. Guys like Jack did not even feel disdain in those opposite to them. Easier to fake enthusiasm and feed their ego. "Sounds like I gotta wait til Monday then." He emptied his glass and wondered what the hell they had put in there. His eyes returned to the angel in the little black. She had obviously found a companion. Very underdressed, which he kinda loved immediately about the guy. At least he seemed to be cool.

    "I would bet my money on a sequel to Omnicron? A new MMO? Maybe even VR based?" He smiled. "With an 4D interface maybe?" He smiled, pretty convinced he was spot on. The next step in games evolution was certainly not something impossible to predict. "That or augmented reality. But I think you are still a few years away from texturing real environments."

    He leaned back and waited until the shots were there. He did not wanted to get wasted with Jack. He had the feeling the Australian was tougher than him when it came to alcohol.

    Another look at the bar and he wondered if he made a fool of himself, if he went over there. "Who is she?" He asked and looked at Jack. "And don't ask who. You know exactly what I am talking about!"

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  23. StClaire

    StClaire Jedi Youngling

    Registered:
    Oct 17, 2018
    Approved

    Name: Annie "The Girl who lived"
    Age: around 18
    Appearance:

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    Occupation: Drifter
    Biography: Little is known about Annie, except the fact she migrated from China and has been a constant satellite of L.A. Art and Alternative Music scene. She seems to get along when it comes to money. Occasionally she works on parties. She meets friends and writes poems, but never shows them to anyone. She also writes long letters. To whom is another one of her well kept secrets. She likes boys, but never stays for long. She seems to sleep at friends and motels. Her friends call her a vagabond. She has a lot of friends. Most are young and stupid like her.

    Lately she became rather obsessed with the riddle left by the late Quentin Archer. She even made progress when a most unfateful turn of events happened. A serial killer called "Sidney" tried to kill her and she actually escaped him. That seemed to be something of a miracle. It seems she is the only person who managed to escape and she has gone into hiding to escape the murderer should he try to finish his job.

    Being rebellious and young she does not trust the police and prefers the protection of anonymity over any protection the officials can offer.
     
  24. Lawbreaker

    Lawbreaker Jedi Knight star 1

    Registered:
    Aug 21, 2018
    2019


    Flat of Ray Johnson, Santa Monica

    Waking up in strangers flat was always irritating. But probably Annie was actually used to it by now. He had said he would be back after work and he would love it if she was still there.

    He had full fridge, a beautiful loft at the beach and ... a letter on his kitchen table ... among so many other letters ... send by a certain Quentin Archer, Weyburn Avenue 221b, Westwood, Los Angeles.

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    The Charade, Santa Monica, Los Angeles

    Lucy Fox smiled and killed the first drink before taking the second. Having had her daily dosis she visibly resisted the urge to drink.

    "Well, I got a good look at the police file. I have my doubts about what happened there. I mean ... who posts a question and then kills himself before the answers can come in. Except he wanted to leave the question as his heritage. So what is so important about this Tritec thingy? Really, we got every database searched and if your BF did not develop an interest in German renewable energy ... we got no clue what it is. But here is the point ... someone does. And whoever that is ... he stays silent on the matter. So it is a secret. And that you don't wanna talk about it, shows me my instinct is right. This is a true and honest secret. Not a marketing gag or viral campaign. No, this is something Quentin digged up that someone wants to keep under cover. Hell. In this praised information age we got ourselves a true secret to solve. Not designed, not created. Not on Wikipedia. And secrets are the core of cool. That is why people go so crazy. But now comes the thing ... I had a guy who said he got something on Tritec. I waited for two hours for him to show up at Shangri La and he never showed up. I am not the girl who gives up lightly, so I found out where he lived. Turned up there and was welcomed by police. He got killed. Right after his morning swim Sidney got him." She raised her brows and took a sip. "What are the chances of that, hm?" She pointed to the drink. "So I took trying to interview as an excuse to get rid of this gnawing feeling I might be digging after a story that is buried a little to deep." She frowned. "By the wrong people."

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  25. RachelTyrell

    RachelTyrell Jedi Master star 2

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    Feb 15, 2009
    Amy Cross
    The Charade

    The woman gave her a rant about mysteries and the essence of cool. The first thing she said was something that got Amy's attention though. The police file made not much sense? Suicide was so unlike Quentin, but murder? Amy had thought about it, but rumors had it nothing was stolen actually. He had no enemies. For christs sake he wrote about games! The closest thing he had ever come to harming anyone was playing multiplayer!

    Amy was about to ask, when Ms. Fox revealed the second seller ... she had someone looking for Tritec who became a victim of this serial killer? Half the city was looking for clues on Tritec, but it was nevertheless one hell of a coincidence. She blinked irritated. "You are sure that was the guy? A Sidney victim?" Shaking her head she suddenly felt ... threatened. Something she never had before. "I thought the victims were random." She pointed out and leaned forward. "So what is your theory?"

    She took her mobile and asked Maya if she could take over early. Then she made sure Robert was still there. She had not been looking for Tritec herself. She had just spread the post. Amy had assumed others were much more capable of solving this riddle and she had expected an answer right away. There had not yet been one. But Fox was right. Someone knew and this someone kept his mouth shut. Someone could end the whole mystery and decided against it?

    Was Sidney send to protect the secret? Oh this turned into a conspiracy theory pretty quickly. No, he killed people sometimes within minutes. There was no system. There could not be a system. That was the frightening part of this. The guy could walk in right now and kill all of them. Just because he felt like it ... just like that.

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