Listen up, punks. This week's Wednesday Weird isn't for wimps. Here's how it's going to go down. The characters are going to have a meeting with one of the bosses. Who knows why they're meeting with him. Maybe they're underword types themselves. Maybe, they're undercover cops. Whatever the reason, they've got a meeting with a local captain. One of the big bosses. What!? Do I gotta spell it out for you!? I'm talking about the family. The mafia! Organized Crime!
We all know the stereotypes. We see them all the time. But these poor saps, they don't know anything about this boss. This situation has a lot of potential to get a little weird. It could also stick to the cliche. The meeting could take place at the local pasta place with a whole bunch of stereotypical goons over his shoulder.... but what fun would that be?
You like a good challenge, don't you? Then, get to it. Go back to your own blog, livejournal or whatever and tell us how this situation can get completely screwed up. Let's see what your deviant little minds can come up with.
So, here's my take on the weird mobster meeting:
The PCs get the call. The meeting will take place at "Mama's Pasta Palace" on Wednesday....or Thursday depending on how busy the boss's scedule is. The plans are made and the PCs show up. The Pasta Palace is a bit of a dive but nothing too weird there.
It's the boss that's weird. It starts out normally enough but as the food arrives, one of the goons hand him a ziplock bag with plastic silverware. Instead of using the silverware provided, he uses his own. If asked he explains, "Do you know how many people have used those forks?" He offers the PCs some plastic forks.
He also keeps asking his goons strange questions in the middle of the meal. "You did lock the back door when we left earlier, right?"
The boss is basically a cross between Monk from the tv show and Jack Nicholson's character in As Good as it Gets. How did someone with all these mental difficulties become an organized crime boss?
He's the local capo's brother. He developed all these obsessive-compulsive traits over time and noone could say anything to his brother and his brother seems to not notice all of his quirks.
...and of course noone would think of suggesting that he see a psychologist. What kind of a mobster sees a shrink? It's just not done.
Posted by Nuadha at March 4, 2004 2:18 PM