"Okay, I'm taking the blindfold off now."
"Look, I can understand having to blindfold me on the way here...
"But did you really have to take my clothes?
"Don't lose the message in the method."
"If you want to work in our criminal syndicate, Mr. Garrson, you have to go through our initiation process."
"In the last place I worked at, I just needed to break some guy's legs, and I was in!
"Yes, but we're more civil, organized. Our leg-breaking is all in a metaphorical sense."
"You see, in the city, there is no black. No white. Just shades of gray. And our syndicate is the brush."
"Politics, civility, crime, war. In the eyes of the colorblind, they're all just intensities of black and white. And in the world of the colorblind, the true leaders are the men who can see the red of blood."
"You may come in now."
"I'm going to put this simply."
"Oh, hi Kendel. Wait, what the--
"See the toast your daughter has placed in front of you?"
"Kind of hard not to.
"Hey, you get no complaints from me!
"You see, the police are like the jam on that piece of toast. If you don't spread it with a knife, the jam collects together. The taste is overwhelming, and it because more difficult to eat. If you spread it thin, the jam becomes more appealing, easier to chew."
"BLECK! Ugh! This bread is all moldy!
"You see, that's your own fault. The bread was taken from your own fridge. Do you understand the lesson now?"
"Okay, that's it. I'm hitting the lights.
"What the--? Wait a second, this is my own house! Where did that freak go!?
Blaise The Investigator
Alrighty, we got a little bit of money from Blaise's last case, so let's use it to give the Garrsons a makeover.
Starting with Blaise.
The other Garrsons are asleep, so I sent Blaise to pick out some new clothes for herself.
Let's see how she's doing now.
For our sake, I hope you're just trying those on.
Blaise spent all 500 dollars on clothes for herself!? Not even functional clothing, too! She looks like some middle-aged clubber! And what in the world happened to her hair!?
Alright fine, whatever. Let's go clubbing.
Before we do, Blaise takes an energy drink. This will keep her awake for a few more hours.
Might as well go to a better place than that dead ol' dance club. Especially before that energy drink wears off.
Blaise trips and stumbles her way to a more refined club.
You can tell it's higher-classed because it has a security personnel!
These guys won't let you into a club unless you're at a certain celebrity level. Although you could try smooth-talking your way in. Or just punch them in the face. Either way works, honestly.
Or we could try bribing them.
100 dollars ought to do it.
...You know, on second thought, I think Blaise might be popular enough to be allowed in...
--What!? Hey! I was contemplating here!
Well...either way, we're in.
Hold on a second...this place looks suspiciously like the syndicate-operated bar Blaise has been hearing about...
Time to go incognito and see if we can dig up any dirt about the syndicate.
Time for a quick survey of the surroundings...
How can that woman walk around without falling forward all the time?
Wait a second...what was that sound!?
Oh no! It's a trap!
Oh. It's just closing time. And apparently they didn't notice Blaise, so they just left her inside.
Well, we can't dig up any information if there's nobody to spy on inside, so let's wait outside this club until we notice something suspicious.
I'm fairly certain that Blaise was a ninja in her past life.
This granny looks suspicious...
Time for an impromptu interrogation.
Alright, time to stretch those interrogation muscles.
Okay, lady. You wanna do this the easy way, or does Blaise have to beat--
Oop. I think that energy drink is finally wearing off.
There goes the legs.
Let's take this moment to check on the Garrsons back home.
It looks like Khan and Kendel are just starting their day.
Khan, being the son of Gengis like he is, leaves Kendel to clean up after him while he...
Freaks out over the toilet.
Because Gengis is starting his life of crime again, he needs to stay fit.
And because we can't afford, let alone fit, exercise equipment in our tiny apartment, we're doing it the old-fashioned way:
Sweatin' to the Oldies.
What helps you stay fit more than watching other people exercise?
This must be the "advanced" workout.
Oh wait, the TV just broke.
Well, that's fantastic. Now there's literally nothing to do in the apartment anymore.
But that's fine, because it's time for Gengis to get to work.
Blaise finally comes in after passing out in the middle of the streets, and they share a kiss, only for Gengis to tell her that she has another case.
So much for a good night's rest.
While waiting for the elevator, the two practice fusion.
Okay! Blaise's case is based around taking down the crime syndicate! The first thing we need to do is investigate a low-level member who just joined, and maybe make a citizen's arrest. This could be our big break.
First thing's first, we need to dig up some dirt on "Kane", the low-level and newest member of the supposed syndicate.
And what better way to take down a practitioner of illegal activity...
Than doing a little illegal activity of our own?
What? A little invasion of privacy never hurt anybody. Besides, what's Kane going to do? Call the police?
Well, except for a subscription for Better Homes & Gardens, we didn't really get much out of that.
Okay Kane, nothing particularly incriminating in your mail...so it's time for something more...
Well, let's take a loo--
Wait a second...
Is that the newest model of the sound system by Shiny Things Inc.? I thought only the very employees of the company were allowed to even look at this thing before its distribution!
Well...it's probably stolen anyways, so it COULD be considered evidence...
Any objections, Kane?
Hey, we needed something to do in our own apartment anyways.
This detective work is already starting to pay off. I think I could get used to this.
If you have any suggestions on how the Garrson family should spend tomorrow, additions or changes in their clothing or house, or anything else just post them in this thread.