Geekdom

Version Elephant Tiger

Scorpio scanned the racks, looking for a title he recognized. Harbingers, The Haunted Seven, Macrotech Warriors... He had never heard of any of them. It was making him nervous. He really really wanted to pick up a comic, grab a coffee, and sit and relax for a while. 

At the counter, a customer was talking to the clerk.  

"I saw this really neat looking documentary where these guys dress up as knights and stuff, and they fight, like a game, or a sport I guess-" 

"That's called LARPing," the clerk explained. "Live Action Role Playing. Like Dungeons and Dragons but people actually act it out." 

"Sounds neat... But I think I would have a hard time suspending my disbelief." 

Scorpio frowned, and slipped a hand into the inside pocket of his coat. Felt the cellphone there. Pulled out a piece of paper. Unfolded it. 

Name: Scorpio
Occupation: Special-ops Soldier
Intellect Pool: 3        Physical Pool: 5        Spiritual Pool: 2 
Stamina: 10        Soak: 7        Fate: 3
Vocations: firearms, defensive, rogue

He felt a shiver run up his spine.

The Principal of the Matter

Version Sting 

Donnelly turned the corner in the hallway to see Mayganne getting a sip of water from the fountain. 

"Mornin' Mr. Donnelly," she said as she stood up. 

"Hello Mayganne," he replied. "Shouldn't you be in class at this moment?" 

He suddenly felt uncomfortable, remembering a nightmare that he had about the student. It was like a distant memory of sitting around having coffee while the coffeeshop was burning. 

Mayganne nodded her head and moved along down the hall. She too had a strange feeling of deja vu, but yet she couldn't place it. As she walked away she cursed as her cellphone chimed.

Destination Salvation

Version Crimson C 

Riveta woke up in a strange hotel room. It was nice. A suite. She never could have afforded it on her salary. 

She tried to stay still, keep her breathing even. Letting the sounds of the room, the city beyond the curtained windows, come to her.

She was alone. There were whirring noises outside that she couldn't recognize. 

She sat up, took stock. Her clothes were folded on a nearby chair. Her service revolver was on the nightstand. And a cellphone. 

He had said things would likely get strange. Stranger. What was his name...? It seemed like a long time ago. 

The cellphone rang. She snapped it open, held it to her ear. 

"Good morning, Detective. This is the Professor."