"I've read a lot of, well, world mythic stories." replied Jack. "Growing up, I wanted to be the boy that pulled the sword from the stone and all of that." He gave a chuckles. "I guess it turned out I am, or could be, after all." He gathered up a slice of pizza and wolfed it down. "But yeah, I read a lot of stories when I was a kid. After meeting Dad, I read them all again, and any more I could find. I figure they're good to know, and might even be part 'how to' manual for us, in case we run into anything nasty from someone else's nightmares."<br/><br/>He walked to where one of his guitars sat, picked it up and adjusted the strings a little before sitting back down beside Cuckoo again. "I've had a lot of opportunity to travel and see the world. More than I ever thought I would." His fingers started to idly pluck the strings. "I guess it come with the whole rock star thing." he said, his lips quirking into a grin. "You get to see a lot of stuff, if you take the opportunity to get out the of the golden cage they set you up in, wander around, see how things<em>really</em>are."<br/><br/>"Bard will do the job for now, but I can do better. I can do more." his voice was low, but intense. "I just need to figure out the details. Use the money I'm bringing in from Imbas as a seed, fund something, build something that will last and grow and make the world a better place."<br/><br/>He gave a small chuckle. "I guess I'm aiming to become Tony Stark or something, you know? Billionaire, genius, superhero, all of that. With Dad's blood in my veins, I'm pretty sure I can too. Assuming some horrible thing with eight legs and three assholes doesn't eat me first." he added with a grin before his chording turned into a proper song.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lvM9Y1MJAII</div></div><br/>"Now, as for what we're likely getting ourselves into here ..." he continued when the song wound down, "I've been thinking about that." He nodded towards the dresser where a laptop computer sat. "Google sees all and knows all. And what it doesn't, Dad manages to drop an occasional word of advice my way. There's trouble here, and I don't know if he meant Vegas or this hotel specifically. There's been a serial killer operating here for a while now. The authorities are making very little progress, and the people don't seem to care all that much. Their focus seems to have shifted to the pursuit of pleasure. Now, don't get me wrong, I like a bit of fun, same as most people, but something here .. it's like it's feeding on itself. Pleasure begets more pleasure. The cravings grow. What cut it yesterday won't do tomorrow and they need more, better, faster, louder, whatever." His voice seemed to pick up, the ideas flowing together one after the other.<br/><br/>"I've no proof, but I have a feeling the two are related." he shrugged. "If we can nail the killer, maybe things will start getting back to normal levels of debauchery."<br/><br/>He looked to where Ruairi was sat. "Time for you guys to earn your pizza. I want you to explore the hotel. Get places that are off limits, and see what's going on that we aren't supposed to know about. You look, you listen, you say nothing, you touch nothing. I'm serious here guys. If there are bad guys operating here, I don't want them knowing that we know about them, which means you do nothing that gives us away. This is important, but I know I can count on you."<br/><br/>"Aye, you can that." replied Ruairi solemnly, his words echoed by the others from around the room. There was a flurry of movement and the Pictsies were gone.<br/><br/>"So, as for who or what is behind this .." he let his voice trail off as he looked at Caitlin. "This place is too good to be true. I haven't crunched the numbers fully yet, but there's no way this place can be making a profit given what they're charging. That means whoever is behind it isn't worried about money. The theme might be Greek, but that could be a false flag."<br/><br/>"Part of me says look to the South. I know we're a bit far from their home stomping grounds, but the killings almost make me thing Aztec. Missing hearts, and all of that stuff. Maybe its one of their monsters wandered up this way, or maybe its one of their children gone bad."<br/><br/>He sighed and blew out a long breath. "Either way, it's up to us to find them and stop them."