"... and snatched it from the claws of a Bengal Tiger. Stroppy blighters! Of course the Rajah was a fine fellow, and a passable fourth at bridge. This was in the autumn, before I led the Queen's rifles into the Khyber Pass..."
"By Jove, that reminds me of that curious affair we found ourselves in, the Matter of the Missing Mummy..."
We were planning on trying a new Geiger Counter scenario but we got off to a very late start and didn't want to ruin it with rushing, so instead we settled on a short game of InSpectres.
To get things moving I ramrod'ed a setting that had crossed my mind on the drive over: investigators as Sherlock Holmes'ian British gentlemen adventurers. The PCs are all retired British men-of-the-world, sitting around in the comfort of their club with their pipes and their snifters of brandy, boring each other to death with their long-winded tails of exploration in Darkest Africa and what not.
Their leisure is periodically disturbed by desperate individuals come seeking assistance in strange matters. As men of the world they can be counted upon for their rare insight and resourcefulness, and as respected men of society they can be counted upon for their discretion. The characters are all seasoned world travelers, but for the moment at least all the adventures take place in merry old London town, Sherlock Holmes style.
Without further ado, the exceptional gentlemen of the Royale Arms club:
Sir Arthur Winton Bramble Scott -- wears a monocle and dresses in comfortable tweed, a connoisseur of fine stained glass from all the cathedrals of England (Kevin)
Lord Reginald Wolcott ("Bingo" to his old University chums) -- favors his old safari togs, a whiz in the cricket circle (Ping). Ping disavowed any knowledge of cricket, so we encouraged her to make up any phrases she liked and we would consider them cricket gospel: "Devilish pitch on-sides, wot! I haven't seen such a wobbly-knobbler since Harcourt bowled Standish seven-zip-nill-all in a thrice-four bin!"
Colonel St John Blythe Stockton -- a portly gentlemen and dilettante lepidopterist, keeps his trusty service revolver handy when trouble's afoot (Jem)
We start with the gentlemen spinning yarns of their numerous adventures for the edification of their captive audience, their stoic butler Montegue, when one of them interrupts with a "That reminds me of that curious affair from a few years back, the case of the ..." and the GM busts in with the title for the mystery and the game proceeds. Since it's all a flashback, confessional seat moments are set back in the present day club. And since it's InSpectres, the GM has no idea what the solution to the mystery really is.