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Post by PeachFreak » Tue Aug 24, 2010 2:18 pm

"I'm a realist. Real people. Real places. Real struggles. This place is ruining my whole project. It was supposed to be a trashy motel room, not some big hotel room," Nan sighed.

(Cue Claudio)
"Like my daddy always says, give me a good neuromuscular poison any day."

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Post by Adam106 » Tue Aug 24, 2010 2:23 pm

As Nan said this, Claudio pocketed a ball. He walked around the table, preparing to score another. "If you are looking for realism, I think it would be best if you didn't have my dear Patricia in any of your takes. I love her, indeed I do, but even I can admit she's a diva, ah?"

[Cue Nan]

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Post by PeachFreak » Tue Aug 24, 2010 3:02 pm

"Diva's an understatement," Nan said flatly. "But she's blonde, wealthy, gorgeous. Everything a guy like you could want, hm?"

(Cue Claudio)
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Correction

Post by Lord Caspen » Tue Aug 24, 2010 3:52 pm

[OOC: Okay, so I was wrong ... we'll get moved on sometime tonight, when I return from Seattle. Also: I want to let everyone know how proud I am of how this is progressing. Thanks to everyone for playing. I'm really liking your characters, and look forward to seeing them develop ... for as long as they can. :twisted: ]
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DAY ONE ... Continued

Post by Lord Caspen » Wed Aug 25, 2010 12:56 am

Early afternoon at the Excelsior typically sees a profusion of swimmers across the lake, the tennis courts booked, and the tea house bustling with brunchers in lace and waistcoats with silk ties. Later, the swimmers will drift back to canopied beds with 1200-count sheets, or else to the day spas, while the brunchers tour the gardens or saddle up mounts for a circuit of the resort. As the day draws on, guests make dinner plans and many dress, though many more flock to the lakehouse bar, or soar to the eleventh floor lounge; the entire western wall of the lounge is exposed with plate glass and french doors, and in autumn, that wall burns a pomegranate color at sunset, saturating the mountain skyline and signals dinner. Those who dine late or who don't dress and don't drink will take the between-time for table-tennis in the games room, or spades and cribbage in the Great Parlor.


At 4.20, Halard Petrosky, assistant chief of security for the Excelsior, began ushering patrons from the ground-floor Great Parlor, with the aid of two other security personnel in red blazers. "Excuse me, folks! I hope you're enjoying your stay here. I do have to ask you to ..." "Pardon me, ma'am, I don't mean to interrupt your letter there, but this room has been reserved this evening ..." Quiet, polite words herding bridge players and little old ladies who still wrote letters with fountain pens out into the lobby. The room secured at 4.27, the doors were locked behind them.

By 4.45, the furniture had been moved, a vacuum cleaner passed, the desks and tables dusted. Shortly, sofas and chairs were regrouped around the north fireplace, and a new fire was laid. The lobby pocket doors were then opened slightly, with Petrosky standing guard.

4.56 saw the arrival of Stanford Pryce, in black tuxedo, wearing a grim expression.

"Good afternoon, Mr Pryce, sir."

"Yes, good evening." Pryce pulled Petrosky aside and said, "Have you seen a young man, slight build, should be in a tuxedo? His name is Carlos."

[Cue guests ... Please post arrivals in the Parlor ... You may choose to write a transition to this point, possibly including a change in your room, or simply show up at the parlor entrance. By tomorrow afternoon, whoever isn't already in the room I'll just move there in summary, which is okay.]
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Post by PeachFreak » Wed Aug 25, 2010 2:02 am

Nan was in a hurry to change. Nobody had told her that she should dress until ten minutes earlier-when her mother stormed in, clad in some glittering gold frock she must have stolen from Bea Arthur, and demanded that she put on something appropriate. That instant.

Even if Nan hated drawing attention to herself, she had bought a single dress for formal occasions, and luckily, she had brought said dress along, just in case. After all, Nan knew she would have more attention placed on her if she was the only one not in formal attire. And that would be bad.

As Cheryl impatiently stood in the hall, tapping her gold-heeled foot, Nan emerged in a blue dress left over from 1976. It was notably conservative, with long sleeves and a modest neckline, leaving everything to the imagination. It flew loosely around her body, and in truth, it was clearly a thrift store purchase. Nevertheless, the outdated elegance suited Nan just fine. She had even combed her hair and allowed her mother to force makeup onto her. If it were 1976, she could have been modestly attractive.

The pair scuttled down the stairs, bickering in hushed tones.

"I look like a clown," Nan moaned, rubbing at the minimal amount of makeup on her face.

"You do not. You look very pretty," Cheryl scolded, as the pair collided with a tuxedoed Vaughn. His hair was a bit of a mess, and he reeked of peppermint. "Vaughn! There you are. I haven't seen you all day! What have you been up to? Enjoying yourself? Well, of course you are. How can you not in a place like this?"

"I was with the Colonel and Mr. Jove," Vaughn smiled, spraying some breath spray from his pocket into his mouth-peppermint to cover up the alcohol. In truth, he had also vomited back in his room-but it did sober him up a bit.

"I didn't realize you knew each other," Cheryl sort of simpered through her red lips.

"We met today...But, you know, Mr. Jove and I have some common friends. Small world," Vaughn grinned, taking Cheryl by the arm. "Shall we?"

Cheryl giggled, Nan rolled her eyes, and the three of them strolled into the parlor.

(Cue others)
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Post by CluedoKid » Wed Aug 25, 2010 2:21 am

Dr. Dragon was squeezed into her little black dress and escorted by Mr. Triplett by the arm. Both headed towards the open entrance of the Great Parlour. Triplett himself was looking uneasy in his tight blue suit.

"So have you called the insurance company about your car?" Dragon asked.

"Not exactly," Triplett replied uneasily.

"Well, why the hell not?"

"There are...issues."

Dragon wrinkled her nose.

"Yeah? Like what?"

"It's just something," Triplett said, trying his best not to sound suspicious, "Can you excuse me? I need to make a phone call."

He pulled away from Dragon's arm.

"Mark, wait!"

But he was already headed for the Lobby.

"Why not call the insurance while your at it, you dolt! Whatever it is your hiding will be found out sooner or later!"

Suddenly, Dr. Dragon felt inexplicably bashful, her face turning scarlet. She readjusted her dress, specifically below the waistline.

(Cue guests)
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DAY ONE ... Continued

Post by Lord Caspen » Wed Aug 25, 2010 7:10 pm

Vienna Pryce sailed into the room at 4.59, in a deep burgundy gown and awash in diamonds, moving right past her father to one of the sofas.

"Good evening, Mark," she said, without glancing at him. One leg slid silkily to cross the other, while she lit up a sweet cigarette in a holder from her purse.

She dropped her voice. "Have you any idea what he's up to?" Her eyes smoldered his flesh.

[cue Mark]


Meanwhile, Leverage and Bethany arrived arm in arm, he in a very sharp tuxedo, with just a bit of shine to it, hair perfectly slicked and suave; Bethany sparkled in shimmering lavender, accentuating her dark coloring perfectly.

"Good evening, everyone!" Lev said.

"Doctor Dragon, it's good to see you," Bethany said, smiling and crossing to her. "I didn't get a chance to say so earlier." She was aware of Mark's presence, but did not look his direction.

[cue guests, especially Dragon]
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Post by PeachFreak » Thu Aug 26, 2010 2:38 pm

Nan slumped onto one of the sofas, legs wide open.

"Close your legs!" Cheryl snapped, gently tucking on of her own behind the other. Nan stuck out her tongue and crossed her legs in some sort of mock defiance.

(Cue others)
"Like my daddy always says, give me a good neuromuscular poison any day."

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Post by Adam106 » Thu Aug 26, 2010 3:30 pm

After the interesting swim with her uncle, Patricia had returned her to her room to change ready for the special announcement. It took her long enough but she was eventually ready; rolled in a white satin dress that draped across the floor, with one of her favourite raccoon-skinned boas wrapped around her back, over her arms and draped down to her naval area. Her hair had been done up, gorgeous sapphire earrings hung from her ears as a bulky jeweled necklace crushed against her windpipe.

Despite the bizarre, frightened looks she obtained from every passer-by, she entered the games room with as much confidence as she could. Claudio was still very much deep within his billiard practice; Nan having departed earlier.

"Claudio, in case you've forgotten, you very much need to be ready now. Uncle Stan has requested us all to the parlour now, do you remember?"

"I'm coming, Patricia, darling. I apologize, I was so wrapped up in my practice."

"I bet," she hissed, "Now come on, we're going to be late."

The two came into the hall.

"Are you sure you don't want to change?" she asked, surveying his outfit, "You really could do with some freshening up."

"I'll be fine, Pat."

"But you've been wearing that same white shirt all day and --"

"Pat, Pat," he soothed, "It's all right. I'm quite happy to wear this. We're late as it is." He said all this slowly, calmy, almost sexily

She scoffed, clutching at her necklace. She breathed and responded, "Fine. But don't blame me when you get all the weird looks."

Somehow, Claudio didn't think he would be the subject to mockery as he watched his dolled-up woman proceed down the hall.

They arrived at the parlour shortly after.

"Hello everyone," Patricia greeted, pampering her golden hair.

[Cue others]

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Re: DAY ONE ... Continued

Post by CluedoKid » Thu Aug 26, 2010 7:27 pm

Lord Caspen wrote:Vienna Pryce sailed into the room at 4.59, in a deep burgundy gown and awash in diamonds, moving right past her father to one of the sofas.

"Good evening, Mark," she said, without glancing at him. One leg slid silkily to cross the other, while she lit up a sweet cigarette in a holder from her purse.

She dropped her voice. "Have you any idea what he's up to?" Her eyes smoldered his flesh.

[cue Mark]

Mark smiled sheepishly at Vienna. He was so captivated by her radiance that he failed to reply for over a minute.

"Stanford's just doing what he does," He finally answered.

His smile suddenly grew.

"Say, are you busy this evening Vienna?"

(Cue Vienna)
Lord Caspen wrote: Meanwhile, Leverage and Bethany arrived arm in arm, he in a very sharp tuxedo, with just a bit of shine to it, hair perfectly slicked and suave; Bethany sparkled in shimmering lavender, accentuating her dark coloring perfectly.

"Good evening, everyone!" Lev said.

"Doctor Dragon, it's good to see you," Bethany said, smiling and crossing to her. "I didn't get a chance to say so earlier." She was aware of Mark's presence, but did not look his direction.

[cue guests, especially Dragon]
"Quite," Dragon replied back with a laugh, "Gosh, would you believe how easy it is to get lost in this place?"

She leaned in and gave Bethany a welcoming hug.

"How are the children Beth?"

(Cue Bethany)
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Post by CMustardwPipeinLibrary » Thu Aug 26, 2010 7:54 pm

Inwardly, Turnbull was confused as he descended to the ground floor. Mr. Pryce had invited him to be present at the Great Parlor. The strange part is, Mr. Pryce hadn't told him to be ready to assist with anything, leading to the strange implication that Turnbull had been invited as a guest! If that were true, then why? Why invite him? True, he had been loyal to Mr. Pryce for a long time, but...

Turnbull typically wore a suit for his duties, so he was already dressed for the event, whatever it proved to be. Mr. Pryce hadn't given him any details, which Turnbull found odd. He must have wanted absolute secrecy. As Turnbull arrived on the ground floor, he felt a sour presence. To his left, walking towards the stairs, was a round, scowling woman in what appeared to be a chef's uniform. Turnbull wondered what she was doing out here, and why she seemed so angry.

"Pardon me," he said, passing her by. Ursula Stone grunted as she headed upstairs.

So odd...Turnbull thought as he continued into the Great Parlor. He walked around the room (close to the wall - he found this situation slightly awkward) until he came upon his employer. "Ah, sir!" he said. "You asked for me to be here?"
"Are you trying to make me look stupid in front of the other guests?"
"You don't need any help from me, sir."
"That's right!"

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Re: DAY ONE ... Continued

Post by Lord Caspen » Thu Aug 26, 2010 8:26 pm

CluedoKid wrote: Mark smiled sheepishly at Vienna. He was so captivated by her radiance that he failed to reply for over a minute.

"Stanford's just doing what he does," He finally answered.

His smile suddenly grew.

"Say, are you busy this evening Vienna?"
"Say, yes, actually." She looked away, apparently contemplating the fire. She sighed. "Getting as far away from here as possible, for one."

[cue the Great Parlor]

CluedoKid wrote: "Quite," Dragon replied back with a laugh, "Gosh, would you believe how easy it is to get lost in this place?"

She leaned in and gave Bethany a welcoming hug.
Returning the embrace, Bethany pulled a face. "Oh, I know! Isn't it ridiculous? I hate bringing the kids here."
"How are the children Beth?"
"They're really good, thank you. The twins just got accepted to Park Street, and Harvard is picking up Mandarin like lightning. He's really amazing. We're both really proud." Bethany glanced over at her husband, and then added, "Of course, Lev has his work and now the campaign, but ... he tries."

She sighed. "What about yourself, Diane? Your practice?"

[cue Dragon]
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DAY ONE ... Continued

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CMustardwPipeinLibrary wrote: To his left, walking towards the stairs, was a round, scowling woman in what appeared to be a chef's uniform. Turnbull wondered what she was doing out here, and why she seemed so angry.

"Pardon me," he said, passing her by. Ursula Stone grunted as she headed upstairs.
But Ursula's inconvenience continued when she reached the head of the stairs, as a red-vested page bolted across the landing to her. His nametag read "Laurence."

He kept his voice low, but he was clearly agitated. "Missus Stone! Missus Stone, have you seen Ms Sheridan? It's ... I'm sorry, Missus Stone, but the security office, they said ... the phones, it's ... they can't reach her! Have you seen her?"

[cue Ursula and staff]

CMustardwPipeinLibrary wrote: So odd...Turnbull thought as he continued into the Great Parlor. He walked around the room (close to the wall - he found this situation slightly awkward) until he came upon his employer. "Ah, sir!" he said. "You asked for me to be here?"
Stanford Pryce approached his man.

"Yes, Turnbull. Punctual as always, I see." He drew in closer. "Have you seen Carlos yet? I was expecting him ten minutes ago."

[cue Turnbull]
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Post by Lord Caspen » Thu Aug 26, 2010 8:45 pm

[OOC: I feel I should mention that horning in on a conversation is almost always permissible. If it doesn't work, I'll let you know and walk the story back a little. The only warning being that, again, your character is only human. Your character should somehow be established as present -- either he or she has already been described as in the room, or enters the room, or else there should be a description indicating the characters now realize he or she has already been there the whole time. In a large space, of course, two characters already deep in conversation might be in a corner somewhere, or speaking in hushed tones and close together, in which case you'll only have been able to hear so much, and again the sudden appearance of a new speaker should somehow be explained or described. The cues at the end of posts are only a way of tapping the shoulder of whoever it is you want to speak to -- they don't eliminate others from responding.]
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Post by CMustardwPipeinLibrary » Thu Aug 26, 2010 9:16 pm

Lord Caspen wrote:But Ursula's inconvenience continued when she reached the head of the stairs, as a red-vested page bolted across the landing to her. His nametag read "Laurence."

He kept his voice low, but he was clearly agitated. "Missus Stone! Missus Stone, have you seen Ms Sheridan? It's ... I'm sorry, Missus Stone, but the security office, they said ... the phones, it's ... they can't reach her! Have you seen her?"
Ursula grunted. "The last time I saw her was earlier when she entered the kitchens hours ago..." Not that I would've minded knowing where she was going. It could have been useful information.

After taking a good, hard look at the man, she added, "Let me know when you find her. I have a few things I need to know."

With that, Ursula turned to continue to where she was going before being interrupted.
Lord Caspen wrote:Stanford Pryce approached his man.

"Yes, Turnbull. Punctual as always, I see." He drew in closer. "Have you seen Carlos yet? I was expecting him ten minutes ago."
Turnbull stammered a little. "Er... well, I haven't actually seen him myself, sir, but I did hear one of the staff mention that he had been spending an inordinate amount of time in one of the restrooms. They thought he may have caught some sort of flu, but I couldn't tell for sure."

While all of what he said was indeed true, Turnbull didn't actually believe it was due to an illness. He thought Carlos had been purposely avoiding Mr. Pryce. He had a pretty good idea of why he might be doing it, but not only could he not prove it, he wasn't even sure that he was right. And being a cautions man, he didn't want to bring it up for fear that he was wrong.

[cue Stanford, or others]
"Are you trying to make me look stupid in front of the other guests?"
"You don't need any help from me, sir."
"That's right!"

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DAY ONE ... Continued

Post by Lord Caspen » Thu Aug 26, 2010 9:55 pm

CMustardwPipeinLibrary wrote: Ursula grunted. "The last time I saw her was earlier when she entered the kitchens hours ago..." Not that I would've minded knowing where she was going. It could have been useful information.

After taking a good, hard look at the man, she added, "Let me know when you find her. I have a few things I need to know."

With that, Ursula turned to continue to where she was going before being interrupted.
"But ..." said Laurence. "But ... Missus Ursula! Oh!"

Get a grip, man! he said to himself, but he couldn't. Where is Ms Sheridan?

He turned around, confronted with the stairs going up, the elevator bank, the hallways, the restroom doors, a few scattered patrons ... and then turned around again. One last turn and then he flew downstairs and towards the lobby.

He found a redcoat -- that's what they called the security guys, on account of their scarlet blazers -- in the corridor outside the restaurant.

"Hey, hey, guy ... Hey, have they found Ms Sheridan?"

"No, not yet. You hear about the weather?"

But Laurence was already on the run again. He knew he wasn't supposed to run, but ... but ... where was she?!

[cue Caroline]

CMustardwPipeinLibrary wrote: Turnbull stammered a little. "Er... well, I haven't actually seen him myself, sir, but I did hear one of the staff mention that he had been spending an inordinate amount of time in one of the restrooms. They thought he may have caught some sort of flu, but I couldn't tell for sure."

While all of what he said was indeed true, Turnbull didn't actually believe it was due to an illness. He thought Carlos had been purposely avoiding Mr. Pryce. He had a pretty good idea of why he might be doing it, but not only could he not prove it, he wasn't even sure that he was right. And being a cautions man, he didn't want to bring it up for fear that he was wrong.
"What the hell is wrong with you, man?" Pryce was scowling. "If that boy is sick ... I can't very well have him sing for us tonight, can I? Why didn't you tell me?"

He looked away down the length of the lobby, glanced back at the main entrance, then down the lobby again. Still no sign of him.

"Get in there, Turnbull," Pryce growled. "Take a seat. I'll watch for him."

[cue Turnbull and Carlos]
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Post by PeachFreak » Thu Aug 26, 2010 11:30 pm

"Well, well, don't you look scintillating? I didn't know there was a Roadkill Barbie," Nan walked over toward Patricia, eying the Raccoon fur mockingly. "Come on, Trish, didn't anyone ever teach you that you're supposed to love animals, not wear them?"

Her voice was low-as if to avoid her uncle intervening again.

Smirking, Nan then looked to Claudio, "I had fun today. We should do it again some time." There was something suggestive in her voice-not that she was suggesting anything, just that she was suggesting that Patricia assume whatever she wanted about that sentence.

Meanwhile, Cheryl was looking around like an idiot, smiling as usual. However, across the room, Stan was scowling and looking about in a furor. It couldn't be good for a man his age.

"Stanford, why don't you come sit?" she called gaily, patting the empty space on the sofa beside her.

(Cue Patricia, Claudio, and Stanford)
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Post by Adam106 » Fri Aug 27, 2010 6:20 am

"What did you two do exactly?" Patricia asked with a frown.

"Nan and I had a fun game of snooker over in the games room earlier," Claudio explained. "You're right," he adressed Nan, "We definitely should play again sometime. You can teach me a few tricks."

"Tricks in what? Being a never-amount-to-anything loser? Oh yes, that takes real work to accomplish, doesn't it Nan?" She eyed her with threatening, almost lethal-like eyes. The hostility between the two could be felt emenating from their glares, causing Claudio to cough and clear his throat, awkwardly.

"Excuse me, I'd like to go and talk to my uncle." She spoke to them both, as if they were some sort of dastardly duo. She pounced off, her heels stomping the floor with an almighty prescence.

"Pardon her, Nan," he winked at the young lady, "She's been edgy all day. I'd love another game. Maybe when she's out collecting more roadkill." He smirked, trying not to.

[Cue Nan or any others]

Colonel Northover sidled into the room as quietly as possible, taking a seat close to the door and remaining relatively unnoticed. He'd had a bit of a change since this morning; now wearing a deep brown blazer. He took out his Victorian-looking pocket watch and checked the time. He sighed, his breath rustling the fine hairs of his beard. He plopped it back into his pocket and rested his head against the hard wall. He'd always carried his watch with him. It was his lucky charm. Despite the fact he could buy a real digital watch nowadays, or even one of those cell telephone things, he still preferred it. It reminded him of the war and from whom he was going to give it to.

He still remembered that night with amiable content. The navy-blue sky, the crickets churping. He snapped out of it quickly and took a swig from his freshly filled flask. He fondled with the flask, allowing his fingers to run over the engraved initials on it. P. B...

[Cue others]

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Re: DAY ONE ... Continued

Post by CluedoKid » Fri Aug 27, 2010 9:09 pm

Lord Caspen wrote:
Returning the embrace, Bethany pulled a face. "Oh, I know! Isn't it ridiculous? I hate bringing the kids here."
"How are the children Beth?"
"They're really good, thank you. The twins just got accepted to Park Street, and Harvard is picking up Mandarin like lightning. He's really amazing. We're both really proud." Bethany glanced over at her husband, and then added, "Of course, Lev has his work and now the campaign, but ... he tries."

She sighed. "What about yourself, Diane? Your practice?"

[cue Dragon]

"Practice makes perfect, huh?" Diane chuckled back, "Come to think of it, I think most dentists need a little practice, don't you?"

(Cue Bethany)


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A minute or so later, Carlos Bello approached the sofa where Cheryl Pryce was sitting at.

"Oh hi Cheryl," He whispered, "If Mr. Pryce was looking for me, you could tell him that I'm ready."

(Cue Cheryl or Stanford.)
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