Last week I talked about crime scenes with Night's Black Agents in mind. This time I want to delve into a different system: Rivers of London, Chaosium's BRP version of the magic crime series by Ben Aaronovitch.
Rivers is, broadly speaking, a kinder, gentler police procedural.
The procedural, as a genre, tends towards the film noir side of the street. Occasionally the Scandi noir where the innocent are abused and the guilty sometimes go unpunished. Even the lighter-hearted versions, like Ed McBain's 87th Precinct novels, feature rapes, narcotics, assaults. To be fair to Evan Hunter (McBain), the main reason his work seems light-hearted is because it was written in what now seems a kinder age. These days you just wouldn't have a Steve Carella, with his mansion and his nice life, outside of a Hallmark novel.
Whereas apart from the first few novels, where Aaronovitch is finding his way, you don't see a lot of truly awful stuff. There are villains, who are villains in the very traditional sense of the word, and there are heroes. The heroes usually prevail and vanquish those pesky villains. Until next week's exciting episode!
First, they secure the crime scene.Then they conduct initial investigations of the scene.They interview witnesses.They collect evidence for further study.
Securing the crime scene is so it doesn't get interfered with by outsiders. It's not immediately clear what outsiders might do to upset vestigium. Probably nothing, but I suppose someone's own magical taint might be enough to complicate the doo-dah, particularly if that someone was an experienced practitioner or significant magical entity. Their own aura might upset vestigium, on the observation-changes-the-observed principle.
In theory an outsider might destroy the item that gives off vestigium, but the best conductors are things like stone, concrete, PVC. Things that aren't easily destroyed and sometimes not easily moved.
The main book gives a list of potential clues that vestigium can give. The smell of vomit. eg = the victim was disgusted by [event] and this strong emotion repeats every time they think of it. The stronger the vestigia the more powerful the magic must have been that evoked it, which again argues that it can't easily be disrupted except by the passage of time or an equally strong magical influence.
The initial investigation of the scene is where the potential vestigium is first tested. No vestigia means no magic was used in the commission of the crime. The main book makes the point that most of London will have vestigium of some kind, so there is a risk of confusing background noise for actual evidence. Theoretically the GM could develop this into a beautiful red herring, but you want the players to be involving themselves in things like vestigium testing as it's an important part of the campaign world. If they start wondering whether it can be relied on, they will stop testing, which may pose a bigger problem for the GM. Doubting the evidence is one thing. Doubting the foundation stones of the campaign setting is another.
Interviewing witnesses takes on a special resonance when those witnesses might be ghosts, talking foxes, or other peculiar citizens, However, witnesses are witnesses no matter how dead or flea-ridden they may be. This remains basically unchanged, though the characters may have to go to some lengths to gain the trust of those witnesses.
Collecting evidence also remains basically unchanged, though removing bits of London brick and mortar for study back at the lab is frowned upon by English Heritage. Amongst others.
With all that in mind, and borrowing the ancient Star Yard lavatory. now Grade II listed mentioned in a previous episode:
Dying For A Slash
[Slash = British slang, urination]
A terrified woman reports seeing an assault, potentially a murder, near the Star Yard, Holborn, Grade II lavatories. As this happened while an estate agent was showing potential buyers round the Victorian house the pissoir belongs to, this escalated rather quickly.
The house is worth more than 4 million quid, and a local councillor believes themselves to be on rather better terms with the River Fleet (an important character within the campaign world) than perhaps they are. Strings are being pulled. Is this a Falcon case? The councillor is betting yes; after all, the body vanished without a trace. No body means magical funny business, in the councillor's book.
The area, Star Yard, used to be in the warehousing district and the building, now a very expensive house, once was storage for legal documents. The pissoir, a cast iron contrivance, has been there since the warehouse was built in the 1880s. Both London brick and cast iron are excellent conductors of vestigium.
The pissor was in use until relatively recently and has been listed as Historic since 1974.
According to the terrified witness, a young man bleeding from the neck staggered out of the lavatory and made his unsteady way down the street. She was standing in the house opposite at the time, on one of the upper floors, being shown round by the estate agent. The witness is convinced the man had been stabbed. She ran to street level to help him, but by the time she got there he'd vanished.
Witness: Angela Parker, 28 F, American. Her husband Rich, Londoner 30 M works in the City and was present when she saw the injured party but wasn't looking out the window. She was. By the time Rich came to the window the injured party was no longer visible.
Social: Rich is lying about what he saw.
Estate Agent: Connie McEwan of Knight Frank (agency), 30 F, all personality has been ironed out of her unless she's had a few down the pub. Not happy.
The injured party: male, late 20s early 30s, probably BME, jeans, T-shirt with some kind of logo. Angela doesn't remember what the logo was. (Successful Social: she saw a shirt just like it in a vintage shop not far from Star Yard).
Councillor: Edwin Stokes, 31 M, Tory, prides himself on his connections and his suits. He knows almost nothing about the demi-monde and only knows about the Folly from rumor, but pretends to know everything about everyone. He invokes Fleet's name but has only met her once and has no relationship with her.
Research: there was an assault at this location back in 1973. It made the back pages of the local rags and any records pertaining to it have long since gone the way of the dodo. Hard success: the assault gets a mention in music histories and magazines, as the victim was an up-and-coming musician, Rolley 'Rainbow' Martin aka Preston Dinkins.
Vestigia pissoir: laughter, cigarettes, cold weather; an overlay of old malice, like poison in the blood.
That's it for this week. Enjoy!