The Mirdini MSPAF Mafia Memorial

Night One Start

Following the failure of the CAT SCAN machine to do absolutely anything, the air in the lobby was palpably tense – and thus when one of the more criminal members of the crowd got it into her head that she might be able to make a deal with the mob (helping their terrorist problem with what amounted to more terrorism would surely go over well, no?) they turned on her swiftly. Within hours various persuasive members of the meeting had agreed (and convinced a majority of those at the meeting) that she had to go. They led her out of the building, ready to hand her over to the police cordon when (via a series of LOW BLOWS) she managed to break free just beside the car park. She dove into a nearby automobile and the rest of the hospital’s occupants could only scramble for cover and look on in horror as she jostled about in the car, finally raising what looked like a remote control in – well, not quite triumph, but certainly a measure of elation.

Somehow avoiding the hail of gunfire heading for her (the marksmanship of the law being notoriously mookish) the woman then started her car and rammed it straight into a surprisingly car-proof area of the cordon. As various armed men swaggered towards the vehicle, certain they had foiled their suspect’s escape attempt the entire scene was silent – until a classic evil laugh began to echo across the street, stopping the police in their tracks. The indubitably mad scientist leapt out the shattered windshield, stabbing two of the policemen with what seemed to be syringes. As they continued to fire and fail to hit her figure at point-blank range she depressed the classically large and crimson button on the remote, laughing her head off as both she and the two cops slowly convulse before exploding in a spray of tissue and metal. The other members of the police force sigh at the two rookies who had decided to take on a mad scientist at close range (looks like they really hadn’t paid attention during “HOW TO CONFRONT HIGHLY SCIENTIFIC OUTLAWS” course) and get down to trying to identify the woman (which they proceed to fail at for the next week and a half).

The remaining occupants of C.J. Memorial, however, are quite enlightened as to her identity by the notes they find in the woman’s sleeping quarters.

Paranoia was Maralyn Arnsworth, LUNATIC NANOENGINEER. She had devoted her life to MAD SCIENCE of the MICROSCOPIC KIND, and was an expert in all sorts of tiny robots. Shame that her idea of the scientific method was to inject first, ask for permission later – a policy that had her practice and products condemned by the WHO, WTO and her face plastered across the halls of INTERPOL and the ICC. She had escaped to C.J. Memorial as it was perhaps the last hospital in the civilized world that wouldn’t have her arrested on sight (not to mention the customs checks in the nation were incredibly lax). Still, the Quarantine had made her escape pretty much impossible and so she resolved to PROVE ONCE AND FOR ALL the power of her MAD SCIENCE. If she could inject at least two other occupants of C.J. Memorial hospital before retrieving her remote from the parking lot (which she would only have access to while being escorted out to be turned over to the authorities) she would then be able to take both them and herself out in a blaze of gory glory, having SHOWN THEM ALL via QUINTISSENTIALLY CONVOLUTED PLOT.

Generally satisfied with the day’s outcome, the crowd returns to their various quarters for rest, though they all know that most of them will be up and about just as soon as they’ve all “gone to sleep”.

Night 1 has begun! Please have your actions in within 48 hours, or 12:00 AM on Tuesday, May 31st.