EPONA + RATATOSKR + TIAMAT + JACK PANTHER

[soulping]

[You are ushered out of the parlor and into a cozy sitting room. The storm continues to rage outside, but a roaring fire keeps the room nice and toasty.

As you enter, you find your clothes have changed to something vaguely 1940s Noir-ish and appropriate to your character. You all look very dapper, though you may be surprised to suddenly find yourself cross-dressing. At the same time, knowledge suddenly enters your mind- the role you will be playing in tonight's performance, information on some of your fellow guests, and the rules of the game, as well as the setup for the story.]

[RULES:
THIS IS A MURDER MYSTERY GAME! Investigate your surroundings, speak to your fellow guests, and solve the mystery! Points will be given for completing goals and appropriate IC roleplaying.

You can make private, friends-locked posts to other players for secret discussions, but you MUST include squeakofthedevil on the filter and drop a link here!]

NOTE: In this group, the parts of Kira Graves and Tod Mises are unclaimed. ICly, Kira will have been unable to attend due to both of her children being ill. Tod simply refused the invitation because he thinks his dad is a jerk.

Comments

[carptricks]

[heading to the mantle to check the photographs first]

[soulping]

[Photographs of his family, especially his children when they were young. Actually, there don't appear to be ANY recent pictures of them. Surprisingly, his wedding photos with both Dee and Layne are up there, right next to each other, in matching gold frames.]

[carptricks]

[blinks]

Odd. . .

[checking behind the photographs]

[soulping]

[Nothing much to be seen back there, sorry.]

[carptricks]

[huh. . . going to the bookcase next, running his hands over the spines and checking the titles]

[soulping]

[Lots of fantasy and cheesy romance novels mixed in with serious looking business books.]

[carptricks]

[. . . romance, huh]

[pulling one of those serious looking business books out and flipping it open. anything out of the ordinary about it?]

[soulping]

[Other than the fact that it's so dry and dense that it makes you want to fall asleep, nope.]

[carptricks]

[booooring. placing the books back and moving to examine. . . underneath the rug]

[soulping]

[Those are some beautiful natural hardwood floors.

Nothing interesting, though.]

[carptricks]

[WHATEVER BORING RUG]

[Roxy found something let's god talk to her]

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Did my father only try to contact you recently?

[carptricks]

[frowning at the mantle, he nods]

He's tried to contact me before, but I've never responded. The letter I received inviting me here was the first communication between us in years.

[. . . nods at the photos]

Has it been a while since you've spoken to him?

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Was there any start about ten years ago?

[She paused and looked at the photos, frowning.]

No, actually. My father and I are fairly close. He's been training me to take over for him. I'm probably one of the people closest to him.

[Looking over the pictures. Are any of them within the last ten years?]

[carptricks]

No. . . I'd say they started long before then. And there were only a few.

Is there something significant about ten years ago?

[idk man the pictures say young so I assume NOT RECENT]

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[THE PICTURES ARE PROBABLY KIND OF WEIRD.]

He's only collected the news articles from the last ten years.

[carptricks]

[YEAH PROBABLY]

Odd. I wonder what the reason for that is?

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

That's what I'm trying to figure out too. I don't know yet.

[carptricks]

Perhaps if we ask the other guests if they are aware of anything significant happening ten years ago. . .

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Maybe.

[carptricks]

It's certainly worth an attempt. Every little bit of information will help.

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Certainly can't hurt.