SoA - Post-Credit Scene Collection

by osc_extinct

Summary:

This is a collection of "post-credit" and "offscreen" things happening in the world my Masks players inhabit. Each scene (typically from the POV of their team handlers and other agents at AEGIS) takes place as an easter egg to the session we've just played. Think of post-credit scenes in a Marvel movie.

They may not make sense on their own and I can't give too much context because spoilers, but each chapter summary will have an abbreviated episode summary to know what's going on in the story.

Anyway I'm bad at summaries, enjoy!

Chapter 1: S1E6 - There Falls the Shadow

Summary:

After a chaotic weekend fractures team bonds and they struggle to patch things up. A new school year has started for Kieron and Ash, and surprisingly Pistachio who winds up in Kieron's homeroom class. A blue alien, attending a high school? What could possibly go wrong?

The Team investigates an apartment block on the corner of 15th and 27th Street in downtown Halcyon, responding to their friend EJ's claims of a 'weird vibe'. After some suspicious signs, the Team agree to investigate the corner apartment again at night, following EJ home and hoping to catch whoever is watching.

Friday arrives, and the group follows EJ closely. An oily, distorted presence lurks in the shadows of the corner apartment. It's angular limbs bend unnaturally to cram into the small space, and sharp fingers bleed down the blinds to peek into the street below. It watches; predatory and hungry.

The Team retreat, shaken, hoping they've escaped the creature's attention to debrief at the Stitches' Hotel. Feeling out of their depth, Kieron contacts Brinks and asks for a meeting to discuss the encounter.

In a darkened office, a scatterbrained young man in a loose tie and thin sweater stands opposite a sharp-suited individual. He tries to keep a neutral, confident air, but struggles under the calculating watch of his companion. A chill runs down his spine, and he awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, offering a crooked smile.

"So, Mr Everhart, do we have a deal?" The man holds out his hand.

There is a maelstrom of nerves in his stomach, and he does his best to ignore the sharpness of gloved fingers as he reaches out and shakes the man's hand.