I love this thread.
A body is sitting on your doorstep, and you didn't put it there.
You're invited to a party.
There's a clown at the party.
A skittish looking naked man walks up to you on the street, and inquires about where he might find some pants.
As you leave your place, there's a hole in the street that wasn't there the night before. It looks deep.
Your foot hurts.
You're poking around, and find:
-a full suit of clothes. Pity the poor man who must now be walking around the mean streets in the buff.
-a registered credstick with a strange corporate mark on it.
-a case of old and expensive booze!
-rats. Lots and lots of rats.
You head out to your new tricked ride, and find that it has been keyed.
You head out to your new tricked ride, and find that it has been booted.
You head out to your new tricked ride, and find that it has been towed away.
Nothing happens. Things are a bit TOO quiet.