The door creeks open slowly, letting the light of the hall spill into the dimly lit room. The five rather confused individuals seated within shield their eyes briefly and then inspect the figure in the doorway as they become adjusted to the light.
It appears to be a tusked green skinned humanoid, seven foot tall with the physique of a body-building gorilla. Oddly, it appears to be dressed in something that looks like a police uniform, and has a pigeon on its shoulder.
€œThat will be all officer, leave us€
The pigeon flutters down to the table while the massive Ogre-thing stalks out.
€œApologies if Officer Pansy intimidated you€ announces the bird. €œLet me introduce myself - I am Fernando the 57th, Prince Among Pigeons, and I€™m in charge of the police in the Commercial District of Melded, the city in which you sorry lot have found yourselves.€
The five assorted beings look at each other confusedly. Fernando rolls his tiny beady pigeon eyes.
€œOK - so you are new to this place, here is the deal, I won€™t repeat myself, so listen closely. You came from other universes, and all the universes combine to form the multiverse. Almost at random you can fall through universes sometimes, and here we are at the bottom of them all. The sludgy moat below the bottom of the gleaming spires of possibility where all the rubbish dropped from the rest falls off. Melded is the biggest city on the face of this world, and as such, it€™s the biggest concentration of filth. You five just happen to be the five newest bits of cosmic litter in the City€
He eyes the five, as if daring them to ask them to repeat himself, but then continues.
€œNow, to business€
€œFrankly, I think this is slightly ridiculous, but it came from Mr Panginoon'soffice, and you don€™t question orders from there if you want to keep your job. But you five are to solve a murder for us, and you have fifteen days to do it€*

After a lot of monologue from the Pigeon, who has somehow acquired a tiny cigar and proceeded to fill the room with incredibly vile smoke, you find out the following information:

The murdered party was called The Mechanist. He was the Cities most powerful industrialist, responsible for pretty much half the technology in the city, as in not only his company having sold it, but he personally, and solely invented every single iteration of every product his company released. He also hand build all the manufacturing machines, and pretty much all the rest of the development staff seemed to do was choose colours for the packet, play backgammon and enjoy substances of debateable legality.
Not only that, but he was also the cities premier superhero, albeit mainly of the kind that single-handedly fought giant lizards emerging from the harbour and battled Evil Space Gods in the skies above the city. He€™d never had to even go into a second round fight. For all anyone knew, he was a guy in a bulky silver and copper coloured suit of flying armour that could fire lasers from everyplace you could conceivably fire lasers without it being considered indecent. No one knew who or what he was inside.
At 25 o€™clock last night however, the reports claimed that the armour had crashed into the ground on the street outside Mechanicium Interspacial (his company) like a comet, and then after a few seconds, crumbled to dust. The whole place was now pumped full of tech and spells designed to prevent anyone getting within viewing distance of the crime-scene, or at least knowing they were within that distance.

Pretty much anyone with any power in the city might benefit from his death, but more of a mystery is who might actually have the means to do so. A single paint scratch was generally considered a nasty battle.
Fernando suggests numerous options at this point. You could investigate the crime scene; you could go talk to the heads of any of the other four police district areas (Docks, Industrial Estates, Residential Quarter or the Castle Rock) to see if they have leads. It might also be worth going to the €˜Red Hyperlion€™ a bar renowned for being where mid level supervillains hang out and talking to the patrons there - criminals tend to know more about other criminals.

Before you go, you may also ask Fernando anything you want (unless he thinks you are mocking him) and, at the request of this Mr Panginoon you are also all to be allowed one pick from the confiscated locker each. However, they won€™t be able to offer that much assistance in helping you choose or work out how to operate things. They don€™t know how they work themselves for the most part.

Now people, choices!

* As I may or may not have mentioned earlier, a real world week = one Oddestsey day