Mystique and Partners

Mystique and Partners. Private Investigators.
Mystique and Dan Dixon are private investigators based in Colonial Bay City.

Mystique and Partners. Private investigators. That's what it says on frosted glass of the door of this smallish second floor office in the Leonard Wilson Building, Old Town. Inside the office there are two desks and chairs, set at right angles to each other. The office is located in a corner of the building so each desk has a window behind it. In front of each desk is a comfortable chair. A third chair is against the wall near the door in case it's needed. Not too comfortable though. Time is money and bills aren't paid by clients lulled by comfort and rambling on for hours.

There's a subtle but distinct noir ambiance to the office. A pair of old fashioned filing cabinets complement the data terminals on each desk. Next to the filing cabinets is a wooden coat and hat stand. The wall without either door or window has a large city map hung on it with a dozen or more colored pins stuck in the map. Beneath the map is a small table with a coffee maker and everything needed to utilize it. As well as beans for fresh Colombian roast for normal people there's a jar of Black Label Devil Mountain coffee for the suicidal.

Dan Dixon
You hardly have to ask to know that Dixon is a private eye. He looks about 40, and stands 6' tall, heavily set. His eyes are grey, his hair brown, touched with grey, his nose crooked, as if it's been broken at least once, his demeanour world-weary.

Typically, he wears a trenchcoat and trilby over a well-worn suit, and could do with a shave.

Mystique
Mystique appears to be a harsh faced crone of a woman wearing black witch's robes although the traditional pointed hat is missing. Her back is hunched over adding to the impression of great age. Mystique's long black hair is lank and appears constantly wet. The skin of her face and hands is wrinkled and blemished with spots and warts. Incongruously, her eyes are clear, bright, and alert.

Mystique's high collared black robes cover all but her face and hands and extend down to the floor. From the lower hem there's a continuous slight seepage of foggy mist emerging which evaporates within a foot or so of her robe.

Case Files
000 - Making of a Partnership

000 - Meeting Glimmer

001 - Hardcore at the Port.

002 - Missing Cooper Daughter

003 - Werefox Blues