Among local Greek organizations associated with Campaign City colleges and universities, Psi Phi Zeta has a reputation as The Most Tight-laced, Boring Frat Ever. They don’t have scandals. They don’t have wild parties. They don’t have nerve-wracking Rush Week traditions. They don’t raid the Dean’s office or play pranks.
They are “staid” if you talk like they do.
“Lame” to everyone else.
Something mysterious has lit a metaphorical fire under them. Members are making inventive, amateur forays into several metahuman fields at once. Some research ancient legends of artifacts that granted godlike powers. Some visit Chinatown, asking specific questions about rare, old herbal remedies. Some seek out psychics for very unusual queries. And some … some make suspicious deals on the black market, involving mutagenic “enhancers”. Not just the latest edition of Silent Dreams, either, now called Star Gate.
Earlier this evening, the Trenchcoat Brigade disrupted a cobbled-together ritual in a New York University park. They have wrecked a three-way drug deal in the alley behind Tony’s House of Ribs. They investigated several university professors, including one whose connections to these problematic young men was too noteworthy.
They infiltrated the PPZ frathouse through an ingenious plan and surreptitiously collected a lot of information, some of which will have to be examined once the Trenchcoat Brigade has safely withdrawn.
Their investigation continues, undetected.
At the PPZ frathouse ….
The hour is VERY late.
The pizza has been eaten. It has to be cleaned up, all detritus properly disposed, and the kitchen made very tidy again, all by a certain fraternity pledge.
Sahara has searched the 4th floor room of Larry Duberman, an undergraduate in charge of the “squad lists” and particularly in charge of the checklists for what tasks have been completed and what still needs doing on The Project. Larry keeps his list in a metal clipboard box thing just like ( https://amzn.com/B0000225AQ ), and keeps that with him at all times, but he did put it down behind him while he ate his share of pizza.
Chameleon continues to impersonate PPZ pledge Milton Glavis, whom The Shadow has interrogated at length. He’s gotten some quick photos of Larry’s checklists, and he managed to palm one of the not-yet-sorted ritual objects from the study.
Psypher scouted out the not-so-typical defenses arranged on the exterior of the rowhouse, reporting his findings of mixed traditions and Macgyvered solutions to his teammates.
In the basement, they found a room labeled as the “central heating and air” room, with strict signs ordering unauthorized personnel to keep out. Inside, the Shadow and Psypher and a still-gaseous Sahara see what might be an alchemy lab, or a drug lab, or some kind of chemical lab; but it is ringed by supernatural ritual of some kind.
Also, there is a blue woman-looking creature, with wings, looking back at the people who just opened the door.
“Hello there!” she said at them in a cheerful, chirpy tone. She seems to be waiting expectantly.