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| Murder At Fort Charles!; a mystery party game | |
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| Topic Started: 6 Jun 2010, 11:33 PM (409 Views) | |
| Sally Fisher | 6 Jun 2010, 11:33 PM Post #1 |
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Cast: 1. Springfield - "Goldie Digger" Co-owner of the Summerlot Resort 2. Oxley - "Paula Muscle" Aerobics and Dance Instructor 3. Jemmy - "Eve Coli" Head Chef 4. Whyte - "Carlo Ongas" Driver 5. Oliver - "Moe Lawns" Groundskeeper 6. Panda - "Juan Hunkyguy" Lifeguard Setting: Fort Charles ------------------------- Sally burst into the mess hall, holding a hand to her forehead in a dramatic fashion. "There's been..." she gasped, pausing for effect, "A murder!!!" Edited by Sally Fisher, 7 Jun 2010, 12:15 AM.
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| Tom Oxley | 6 Jun 2010, 11:37 PM Post #2 |
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A girl. How in the world did he get to have to play a girl?! The skirts were ridiculous, the mobcap was worse. He was going to kill whoever thought up this stupid scheme. Or seriously injure them, anyway. He nearly caught his foot in the stupid skirts, and managed to catch the edge of a table before he went headlong. Stupid bloody skirts. If this was that woman's idea of a joke, to get him dressed like this, she was going to regret it. |
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| Oliver Somerset | 6 Jun 2010, 11:38 PM Post #3 |
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Oliver whirled around and put both his hands to his mouth, his eyes growing as wide as saucers. "There's been a what?" |
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| Sally Fisher | 6 Jun 2010, 11:41 PM Post #4 |
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"A murder, lovey," she said gently to the young boy. "Meanin' someone's been kill't. And do you know who? ADMIRAL! SAINT! MONT! GOMERY!!!!!!" She looked over her shoulder then, suddenly fearing she had said it too loud. She lowered her voice to a whisper. "And we gotta find his killer, or else his ghost'll haunt us forever 'n ever!" |
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| Oliver Somerset | 6 Jun 2010, 11:47 PM Post #5 |
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Oliver looked down at the little pamphlet clutched in his hand, and glanced at Oxley. He looked awfully funny in skirts. Was he supposed to be Paula? "That's terrible!" Oliver exclaimed. "Wait - the Admiral hasn't really been killed, has he?" He lowered his voice to whisper to Sally, "Nobody's really dead, right?" |
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| Sally Fisher | 6 Jun 2010, 11:50 PM Post #6 |
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"Um..." Sally wasn't sure how to answer that. She didn't want to frighten the poor little fellow. "No. Just pretend. I'm sure he's fine, wherever he is." |
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| James Gray | 6 Jun 2010, 11:50 PM Post #7 |
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Jem refused point blank to wear skirts, he did borrow a ruffled apron from someone but he was not going to wear a dress! He just was not. It was bad enough that he had to play a girl! "A murder. How terrible." Jem droned. |
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| Oliver Somerset | 6 Jun 2010, 11:53 PM Post #8 |
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"Oh, good," Oliver said, relieved - it'd be awful if an Admiral was really murdered! He sidled over to Oxley. "I'm so sorry, Paula!" he said, giving him a sympathetic look. "This must be so frightening for you." Oliver put one hand around his waist, and tried to lead him to a chair. He whispered conspiratorially, "I'm sorry you've got to wear skirts, too." Edited by Oliver Somerset, 6 Jun 2010, 11:53 PM.
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| DeathBlow | 6 Jun 2010, 11:53 PM Post #9 |
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Murder. Springfield snorted. There was sure as hell going to be a murder just as soon as he disentangled himself from the damn skirt. He was never making a bet with anyone again. Ever. He shuffled awkwardly through the door, scowling darkly. "Who's dead?" "ADMIRAL! SAINT! MONT! GOMERY!!!!!!" For a brief instant, Springfield's frown lifted. Then he recalled what the woman had read to him about his character. "Oh, $^@# me! No. Him?! Bloody sonofa--" That was who his woman character person thing was supposed to be married to? "Well, that's easy, then. I did it. The bastard." |
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| Tom Oxley | 6 Jun 2010, 11:55 PM Post #10 |
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Oxley just caught himself in time to prevent himself from glaring daggers at the kid. The skirts weren't his idea after all - how could they be, when the kid had probably only just been breeched himself? He did look sort of cute, with the huge blue eyes, though quite what he was doing in the mess-hall was anyone's guess. "She ain't got you wrapped up in all this, has she?" he said, dropping onto the nearest bench and snatching the mobcap off in an effort to hide the fact he was wearing a girl's clothes. |
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| Sally Fisher | 6 Jun 2010, 11:55 PM Post #11 |
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"Springfield! I mean, uh, Goldie! How can you say that? He was your own husband!" Sally gave the marine a significant frown. "How could you, uh, commit such a horrible crime?" |
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| Oliver Somerset | 6 Jun 2010, 11:59 PM Post #12 |
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"I'm Moe," Oliver whispered. "The gardener. And I think I'm in love with you. It's gross. Anyway," he returned to normal volume, "Can I get you some water? Or anything? And - " he stamped his foot at Sally - "Goldie didn't do it! Goldie would never hurt anyone! You shut up!" |
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| Sally Fisher | 7 Jun 2010, 12:03 AM Post #13 |
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"Right, here's what happened. I'll tell you lot and the you can fill in the others when they get here." Sally glanced at her notes. "Um, so this morning this St. Montgomery was found drowned in a pool of water wearing nothin' but his breeches." She wrinkled her nose in distaste. "So you've all got some information to help us solve the mystery, but you can't just blurt it out yet. And I don't know who it is, so don't ask me. But first, lets innerduce oursells. I'm just gonna be me, Sally. Or maybe I'm the ghost of St. Montgomery, ooooooh!" |
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| Sally Fisher | 7 Jun 2010, 12:05 AM Post #14 |
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Sally started with surprise at the young boy's outburst. "You're in love with... me?" |
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| James Gray | 7 Jun 2010, 12:07 AM Post #15 |
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"I'm Eve Coli, the chief cook of this...Uh...Inn. If you don't like it, eat my lumps!" Jem said to the rest of them. |
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| Sally Fisher | 7 Jun 2010, 12:08 AM Post #16 |
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Sally stifled a laugh. "You mean you're the cook of Fort Charles?" |
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| James Gray | 7 Jun 2010, 12:09 AM Post #17 |
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"Well what is a resort? I guessed it was an inn" Jem said defensively. |
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| Oliver Somerset | 7 Jun 2010, 12:10 AM Post #18 |
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"Not with you!" Oliver glared at her. "Don't eavesdrop!" |
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| Sally Fisher | 7 Jun 2010, 12:12 AM Post #19 |
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"All right, all right, I'm sorry!" Sally apologized to the little boy, watching with amusement as he tended to Oxley. She looked back at Gray. "I dunno what a resort is, but we'll just say Fort Charles is a resort." |
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| Tom Oxley | 7 Jun 2010, 12:16 AM Post #20 |
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At least Gray had managed to do the sensible thing and wear an apron over his regular uniform. Unlike Oxley. Well, Oxley had kept his stocking and breeches on, and his shirt. There was no way he was going to take those off and just wear the damn skirts and stays. "With me?" He couldn't glare at the kid, who really was to little to have got dragged into this stupid game. He sighed. "I'm Paula Muscle, the... the dance an' fencin' instructor." What a stupid thing for a girl to be - nobody'd take any girl seriously if she went around saying that! "An' later on, I hope you'll all be in the talent show, whatever that is." |
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| Oliver Somerset | 7 Jun 2010, 12:19 AM Post #21 |
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"I'm Moe Lawns, the groundskeeper! If it's growing here, I grew it," Oliver announced. "I also look after the cannons in the battery - because gardening is awful boring. Can I be in charge of all the artillery too, as well as the gardens?" |
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| Sally Fisher | 7 Jun 2010, 12:20 AM Post #22 |
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"Course you can, honey." |
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| Oliver Somerset | 7 Jun 2010, 12:24 AM Post #23 |
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"Then I'm Moe Lawns, the groundskeeper and artillery officer," Oliver said, proudly. Then he recollected his responsibilities towards the girl of his dreams. "Can I get you a glass of water or anything? You aren't going to faint, are you?" |
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| DeathBlow | 7 Jun 2010, 12:25 AM Post #24 |
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"Oh...uh...right. Guess I didn't really do it, then," Springfield amended with an immense lack of conviction. "I'm..."He frowned down at the floor, trying to remember, "Goldie. I'm the...uh...co-owner of the inn or reezort or fort or whatever the hell my idiot husband bought. Guess him being dead makes me the full owner now." He paused. There was something else he was supposed to say. Something about the fort? "Oh, right. And since he's dead and ain't gonna give me no more trouble 'bout it, I'm sellin' the place tomorrow. So. Um. I guess that's means you're all kinda out of work. Sorry," he finished lamely. |
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| Sally Fisher | 7 Jun 2010, 12:27 AM Post #25 |
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Sally looked up with surprise. "You gonna sell it to them East India folks?" |
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| Tom Oxley | 7 Jun 2010, 12:30 AM Post #26 |
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"Do I look like..?" Oxley began snappishly, then took a breath. The idiot kid was really starting to get on his nerves now. "I don't need a drink, thanks. It ain't that tight, for Go... for Heaven's sake. So stop askin' me, do." |
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| DeathBlow | 7 Jun 2010, 12:31 AM Post #27 |
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"Like hell!" Springfield burst out. Sell to the scum at the HEIC? What was the woman on about? "Burn it to the ground 'fore I sell it to the likes o' them." |
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| James Gray | 7 Jun 2010, 12:32 AM Post #28 |
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"Well finally!" Jem said in a fine imitation of a bad temper, it could help that the apron really did put him in a bad temper. "Uh...I hope you will give me a reference Goldie." |
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| DeathBlow | 7 Jun 2010, 12:37 AM Post #29 |
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Springfield looked enviously at Jemmy's apron, wishing he had thought of that. Gray. Who was he supposed to be again? Evi. Did he like Evi? He didn't think he was supposed to dislike her. "Uh. Sure?" |
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| Oliver Somerset | 7 Jun 2010, 12:37 AM Post #30 |
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"I could recite you a poem, instead," Oliver said doubtfully. "Or - I could bring you flowers." He dug around in his pockets for a moment, and came out with his length of spliced rope. "Or I could give you this! It's a lot better than flowers." |
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| Sally Fisher | 7 Jun 2010, 12:40 AM Post #31 |
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Sally smirked. "Least some folks around here give references. Not like the Swann household," she muttered under her breath. "Sorry. So we've got... Moe the gardener, Eve the cook, Goldie the wife - or widow- or was it ex-wife? And... Paula, the dance and fencing tutor." She looked at her list. "So that just leaves the driver and the lifeguard. What's a lifeguard?" |
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| Tom Oxley | 7 Jun 2010, 12:42 AM Post #32 |
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Oxley looked at it doubtfully. The kid was awfully attentive, and he couldn't think of a single reason why. Well, not a single good reason. "Uh, no thanks," he said, contenting himself with glaring daggers at Srpingfiled who was sitting across the table from him. Not that Springfield had done anything to upset Oxley, but if he looked the other way he'd be staring at the star-struck kid, who was only, what, six? And there was no way he wanted to be dealing with a tearful upset child - or get blamed for making him tearful and upset. |
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| Oliver Somerset | 7 Jun 2010, 12:42 AM Post #33 |
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"And artillery officer," Oliver put in. |
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| DeathBlow | 7 Jun 2010, 01:03 AM Post #34 |
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Springfield gave Oxley a look as though to say, "What the hell?" The boy was glaring at him from across the table and he hadn't the first idea why. He was pretty sure he hadn't done anything. Or even said anything particularly stupid. Well, that was debatable, but certainly nothing directly offensive to Oxley. However it wouldn't be the first time he'd unintentionally pissed someone off. Maybe Oxley was just acting in character. He seemed to remember that he, Goldie considered him, Paula something of a loose woman. The thought made him smirk. Maybe Paula disliked him as well. Edited by DeathBlow, 7 Jun 2010, 01:07 AM.
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| Oliver Somerset | 7 Jun 2010, 01:14 AM Post #35 |
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Oxley and Springfield - Paula and Goldie - were glaring at each other like strange cats, and Oxley wouldn't take any of Oliver's offers. Not that he was surprised; poems were boring, flowers were silly - although he didn't know why Oxley didn't want the twist of rope. He ought to calm things down between them, anyway. Oliver slipped into the seat , next to both Marines, and he patted Springfield's arm reassuringly. Springfield was supposed to be the nearest thing to a mother he had. "Don't worry, Goldie," he said. "It'll all get figured out, and everyone will see you're innocent. It might be better if you don't confess, though." |
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