Finding a note on our dorm room doors, Tesla, Bridgette and I convened in a classroom. Inside we met Katie “Kaboom” Cunningham, a superior of ours. She brought the news that we’d be moving into the Mary Sprig house as full fledged Spooks. As we entered our new home we were met by Wooster, a butler/free spirit and find that the home is indeed, haunted. Kaboom left us to settle in but instructed that she would return later with a project.
That evening the three of us were taken into downtown Denver with Kaboom. As we exited the car, we found ourselves at The Weekday Eclipse, one of the more popular clubs in town from my interactions with it. Inside Kaboom leads us to a room where we were introduced to two men, Mr. Clever and Perianwyr. Perianwyr dominated the conversation with discussion of something by the name of Orksplotation. Irrelevant if you ask me.
A short while later Kaboom retrieved us and delivered us to our Johnson who was in a nearby room. Our Johnson, a well dressed troll, informs us he’s looking for a very rare optical disk which has recently come on the market and was unknown before this time. Ambiguous at best, as all jobs are.
As we made our way home that night, an explosion rocked our car and outside we found Da Squids, once again, fighting with a group we would come to learn was The Harlequins. Acting, once again, out of our better judgement (It was late and this gang is really becoming something of a bother) we drove our car through the crowd and went home.
Kaboom put us in touch with Bug, who did a little digging around for us while we slept that night. In the morning we had a name. Nobu. An Orksplotation artist.
Perhaps I should have paid more attention the night prior He was currently in town. Bug was able to pull his hotel information and we made our way there.
Nobu was asleep when we arrived but was willing to chat with us after a bit of prodding. He handed over a comm that had contact info for the person who had initially contacted him with the offer. Feeling confident with this we left him to get back to sleep.
Back home we contacted Bug (Who was dressed as Batman, is this normal?), who opened the comm for us. Inside we found messages concerning it to an indiscriminate person but connections to a hacker club and a person named Zipper.
Deciding the best course of action would be direct we headed to the hacker club ourselves. Inside was exactly as you’d imagine, dark, dank, disgusting. Bridgette approached someone and inquired about someone named Zipper. Before her statement was even finished a female dwarf jumped up and tried to run out of the club. Bridgette wasn’t letting anyone leave though, and zipped her up quickly.