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 Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2007 12:05 am
List of Attending Characters: Maarten Dael Ivan Charlie Adelaide Grietje Issac Kaatje Dorian All of the above characters were invited to a party held at Issac's home, (party would be held in a wing of the mansion that was made unoccupied for the express purposes of partygoing,) near the end of the evening, the murder mystery game was brought out. On one side of the room, a refreshment table is laid out with various finger foods, punch, soda, and alcoholic beverages. The room is lit dimly, lending a theatrical air of mystery to everything.  ______________________ "Thank you all for coming," Issac said, holding a packet of files. "I'm going to pass these around to each of you. It holds your character information. For the rest of the evening until the game ends, all of you are going to try and roleplay as these characters. One of you will be the murderer. Try not to let that fact spill. The rest of you will be trying to find the murder and solve the crime. To do this, just mingle around and converse with the other people, who will be acting as their character. Accuse, blackmail, whatever you like. Three clue cards will be read at intervals during the game to make it more easy to solve."
He went around the room and handed each person a character sheet and costume packet. "Do not share the information on these sheets with anyone else."
Issac stood up and read aloud the scene card that began that evening's murder mystery game.
"Scene: You are all attending the party of Lord Dubowski, that would be me," Issac added, "In honor of his wedding anniversary to Lady Dumont. Just after dinner, a piercing scream was heard in the west wing, and as the guests came to investigate, the body of the woman was found at the foot of the stairs. Upon closer examination of the body, a stab wound that appears to have been made by a small knife or knifelike object was found below the collarbone."
He looked up. "Could everyone call out their names and label, please? For example, The Stern Schoolteacher, Alyssa Paige?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 1:58 pm
Kaatje blinked some as he looked around the mansion, curiousity placing it's grubby hands upon him. It was one of the few times he had ever been in a place like this. It made him feel alittle special to be invited to this party. He figured he would be overlooked as he was new and knew no one at the school very well. Other then Maarten who seemed to be at the party. Kaatje tried to keep as much distence from Maarten as he could while in the best party dress he could find in his closet.
It was a nice red cocktail dress with some stiletto heels to match. He'd also put on some nice long opera gloves to keep his arms warm. Earrings hang from his ears and a necklace hang above his collarbone. Too anyone who knew jewelry, it was clear that most of the gems on these were fake. His face was painted tastefully in make-up. Tonight was very special to him and he wanted to look his very best.
After listening to the intro and getting his file, he sits down to take in what the paper says. He blinks while reading. An old woman? This whole party game seemed weird to him. He always thought of himself more as a mother figure. But this was a game after all. He would just have to go along with it. It might be fun, He told himself while sitting the file in his lap. He moves the knitted purple shawl around his shoulders, using the brooch in front to hold it together. He then works to pull his hair back into a bun before fitting the white wig on his head. The wig pushes out in back noticible but hoped that would be okay. He places the spectacles with no lens on his nose before moving the large embroidered purse onto his left shoulder. He giggles alittle at this game of dress up. It almost reminded him of his childhood. He stands after fixing a few things on his outfit. "The Nagging Grandmother. Lady Marianna Dubowski."
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 10:36 pm
Maarten, who had been adjusting his attired while evryone had been going over their files, now had his dinner jacket draped over the back of his chair so that his white undershirt showed. He'd adjusted his tie, fixed his hair to be more patted down and styled less modern, and had picked up a dish towel somewhere to drape over one arm. He was also on the opposite side of the room from Kaatje, trying not to make too much eye contact.
Throwing a small smirk in Issac's direction, Maarten stood up straighter and adopted a more snobbish and brisk expression. "Hmmm, yes. I would be the Dignified Butler. Richard Piedmont at your service, sir." With that Maarten bowed in Issac's direction. His accent changed slightly to sound more uppercrust like one of those television British movies with the butlers in the black suits who greeted you at the door. Pretending to see a speck of dust on his lapels, Maarten continued to act in character by brushing it away minutely.
But a small smile of amusement spoiled it a bit. He liked these kinds of games, though he never got to play them often. It wasn't like the soccer group he usually hung out with were all for these types of things. But Issac tended to know how to have fun.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 10:38 pm
Adelaide read through her character sheet with a raised eyebrow. Wow. This was... wow. Hearing Issac say that they were to introduce themselves, she glanced at her character title.
She giggled, then coughed.
Standing up with an air of professionalism, Adelaide glanced around briefly at the crowd before raising her chin slightly. In a bored tone, the drama student introduced herself, "I am the 'Obnoxious' Genius. My name is Katrina Jensen--and I'll tell you now, Dubowski," glaring at Issac with pursed lips, "that I take offense to that horrid adjective. Don't think that I don't."
She sat down in a huff, inwardly gleeing at the fun she was going to have.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 10:44 pm
A very pale, speechless face sat among the crowd of teenagers. She reread the paper in her hands, her lips slowly pressing together. I can't do this. There's no way I can do this.
When a pause in the introductions presented itself, Grietje pounced upon it, "Excuse me," she called for Scranton's attention with a raised hand. "I don't think I'm.. suited to this role. I believe someone else.. perhaps with more drama? experience would be better." Did Scranton do this on purpose? She searched desperately and quickly for a plausible excuse so as to not lose face and grabbed what she thought was a good one. Though her mouth may have seemed tight, her voice was neutral as she continued, "I wouldn't want to spoil anyone's fun through my inability to roleplay very well."
She can't do this.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 10:49 pm
Ivan glanced at Grietje, rolling his eyes slightly. He read his papers carefully, he was very excited to take part in this event. Being a drama student, he didn't think he'd have much problem no matter what character was thrown at him. "It's going to take a little bit to remember everyone's new names." he added briefly before skimming his own character's description. "The Anger-Management Problem... Erik Smith, oh man this should be easy, all I have to do is act like you." He nudged Dorian.
Ivan carefully read over his papers and prepared himself to get into character. Erik Smith.... You're Erik Smith...
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 10:52 pm
Issac looked at Grietje, who looked pale and very reluctant. He assumed that she had the role of the murderer, because why else would she be using acting talent as an excuse not to play? He honestly didn't look through the provided roles all that much when he purchased the murder mystery kit, but so far, they all seemed pretty easy. "No need to worry, Smit," he said peacably, "Most of the people in here have no drama experience at all. It's just a fun party game, we don't expect you to be a perfect...what are you again?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 10:56 pm
Dael was nervous around everyone. His shoulders were hunched to try and unconciously lower his height, as he tried to stay nearer to Issac and Charlotte. He felt very out of place in the room. First was the two scariest people on campus, Dorian Grey and Maarten Hoffman. Jeez! How'd he have the luck to end up with those two? Then there was the really pretty girl in the dress...who actually was a boy he'd found out by accident! He'd been so sure it'd been a girl... And now they were all gonna play a murder mystery game and try to be sneaky and stuff? Man...he wasn't very good at stuff like this. And besides...he looked ridiculous!
Giving a sigh, Dael began to read over his sheet. Hmph...butler...somehow he didn't see Maarten as one, but the attitude sure seemed right. Oh well, he'd play his best. Originally he'd thought "How bad could it be?"
Apparently pretty bad.
Brushing back his aquamarine bangs, Dael blushed as he scanned over his sheet. Awww man. Why'd he have to get such a weird role? He was currently wearing a forest green sweater with a pair of slacks, which by themselves wasn't anything odd. But he was also wearing a necklace of huge dollar-store pearls around his neck and a gaudy (and very girly might he add!) gold belt at his waist. His hair was still tied back, but with the large purse he was carrying it didn't exactly help his masculinity. He felt so silly...
Sighing Dael blushed again and read aloud from his sheet. "U-um...yes I'm...err...Christina Meyer, the...uh...Heartbroken Suitor. Yeah..." he trailed off mumbling. He didn't think he was going to be too good at this.
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Posted: Mon Dec 24, 2007 10:59 pm
Grietje's eyes fell minutely. Her expression was practically sullen as she read the sheet again. For a moment she said nothing, staring the paper, then read allowed, "I'm the.." A reluctant breath was inserted before she looked back to Issac, "I'm Anastasia Barfly." Did she absolutely have to say 'Lusty'? "The Barmaid."
Oh God. I will never live this down, thought the Treasurer in silent horror. The proud teenager in her kicked and screamed.
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