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Dec-5-2015 09:28

Everyone was invited.

The Bureau Chief of NYPD decided to open his house for all detectives, both NYPD staff and private eyes, to celebrate the holidays with his family. The scent of cinnamon and vanilla candles filled the air, and his three-story Georgian home was decorated from the tip of the roof to the base of the footing in red and green and gold.

"Wow your wife really did a number with this place!" Joseph Zeo applauded, who usually did not give praises to anyone.

"Oh you are too kind!" The bureau chief beamed, knowing they had topped their neighbors once and again this year, "Wait until it gets dark and we turn on the electric fairy lights on both the tree AND the house! It is quite a novelty, I must say!"

Just then, his wife rushed over and quietly talked to the bureau chief in nervous whispers, and they excused themselves and hurried to the kitchen.

Joseph Zeo took the opportunity to chat with some old acquaintances in the lounge. The room was overly decorated to a point he almost run a fake snowman down to make room for others to join in. The scent of food began to drift through the air, but something was missing. Joseph could not pin point what it was until whispers around the halls began to reach his ears.

People spoke in hushed apprehensive tones, "I heard the turkey is missing, and it's not just happening in this household..."



[This is just a RP short for the month of December. Everyone please feel free to take a stab at it, anything goes, and have fun! muhahahahaha....!]

Dec-5-2015 10:09

"Just as I thought," Vulkie murmered, while picking up a crystal glass and inspecting it. Grabbing a silver knife, she softly tapped against it and the glass produced a lovely sound. Everyone was staring at her, as if they thought she...

"Oh dear lord, no, I don't want to hold a speech," Vulkie rapidly said, while putting the knife and the glass back on the beautifully decorated table.

Everyone resumed their conversations, while Vulkie eyed the room. She saw a few familiar faces, but when she saw her long time friend Joseph Zeo, she couldn't help but smirk. The detective had been a faithful employee of the NYPD a long time ago, before joining up with the FBI.

"Joseph Zeo and authority... never a good combination," Vulkie murmered, as she sipped from her champagne. Just then, she saw Zeo staring right at her and waving her over.

Putting up her best smile, she walked through the guests towards Zeo... when all of a sudden, a waiter carrying a tray of petitfours crossed her path and she bumped into him.

Everyone looked shocked towards the ground, as Vulkie got her face out of the tray of petitfours and rubbed her hands over her face. Then, all of a sudden, everyone started to laugh.

She stood up and helped the waiter up, before wiping one hand over her face and when she looked in front of her, she was staring into an all too familiar face of a long time friend...

Dec-5-2015 14:54

The Professor had just extracted himself from a group of particularly dull detectives who seemed to think a practical joker was ruining Christmas parties all across town.

Faced with a potentially interminable conversation about turkeys he had been relieved when the sound of glass being tapped provided an opportunity to turn and think about something else.

He wedged himself up against a fake snowman and observed the would-be speech-maker as she declined to speak, and then a little later, began heading purposefully over, vaguely in his direction. Curious.

The Professor's eyes continued to follow her.

Simultaneously he couldn't help himself from scanning the room for convenient mistletoe. The wine was already having its usual effect on him.

He also noticed that clumsy waiter who had earlier elbowed him on a collision course with her... oh no!

When all had regained their composure the Professor could see that the object of his attention was engaged in conversation with someone she knew. It would not be appropriate to barge in and introduce himself yet...

Aha - there was mistletoe, and not too far away... hang on... what was that? A small round object glinted on the ceiling, clearly not part of this Aladdin's cave of Christmas décor...

Dec-6-2015 07:37

Joseph spotted Vulkie in the dining room across from the lounge and thought, perhaps she may have heard more about this missing turkey shenanigans around town. He tried to wave her over but to his dismay, Vulkie and a waiter collide into each other. The band stopped playing for an instance, but quickly picked up the pace again when they realized no one was hurt. The double base line was particularly tasteful, and he made a mental note to check out the band later on.

Joseph was about to walk over to see to Vulkie when someone suddenly walked up to her, someone Joseph rather not confront at the moment. Joseph tried to distance himself from that pair and looked to his immediate circle for distraction. He noticed a man in particular, someone he hardly knew, but have heard of as a University Professor turned detective, who recently made famously with his Halloween costume, and he was starring intently at the ceiling.

Joseph followed the Professor's sight line and noticed the small round object glinting on the ceiling, "what is that?" he heard himself said.

Dec-6-2015 15:06

As the Professor looked intently at the object, he was surprised to hear his thoughts echoed out loud by an elegant gentleman standing to his left, who was looking at the same thing.

From his appearance the Professor could tell that his was a sharp mind; thousands of stories had etched themselves in those eyes, which carried a hint of the grave and yet still pierced somehow: pools of eloquence that told a history of a thousand tiny cuts to the heart.

Here was a man who the Professor could engage with.

"Ah, hello, Sir" said the Professor. "I see you too have seen that curious thing. Perhaps our good host has a surprise planned. I'm Professor Troof by the way, I don't think we've met before".

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Dec-6-2015 18:52

"Joseph Zeo," Joseph simply replied, and rather not go into his complicated past--not during the holiday season and not to a stranger he just met, although by intuition he knew this professor was trust worthy. The two detectives shook hands and swiftly turned their attention back to the round silver object mounted on the ceiling.

"The Bureau Chief is a good friend of mine. I am sure he wouldn't mind us inquiring into the object." Joseph quickly lead the Professor towards the kitchen where the Chief was supposed to be.

"What do you mean you cannot find any turkey in town?" While still in the hallway, they heard a man bellowed from the kitchen.

"It means no one can find any turkey in town!" A female voice explained. Joseph could identify the voices to be the Chief's and his wife's, "As I was say, I found these large ducks, I guess they'll just have to do..."

The Chief was about to protest when Joseph inappropriately cut between the couple, "Chief, I hope I am not interrupting," although their faces proved otherwise, "but we are just curious about this small round object glinting on the ceiling, in the entrance way between the lounge and the dining hall..."

"I have no idea what you are describing..." the chief replied and he too became curious. The men excused themselves from the back of the house leaving the lady fuming in drowned frustration. Joseph took the chief back to where they found the object and pointed it out to him.

"My my! I have never seen this before!" The chief exclaimed and asked a staff to fetch a ladder, "We will see if we can take this down for a closer examination."

Dec-7-2015 10:57

After her talk with her friend, Vulkie looked around the room. But wherever she looked, she couldn't find Joseph.

Deciding to wait for him to return to the room, she started to mingle with some guests. After listening for a while, Vulkie learned a lot about a certain Mrs. DeVeere. She had the reputation of being involved into multiple charities and was invited by the Chief to collect a few dollars for helping out homeless cats.

"Mrs. DeVeere, like I said before. I'm hoping my client will pay me as soon as he can. And then I will make my generous donation for the cats. Unfortunately, I can't pull a 100 dollar bill out of a man's top hat," Vulkie confessed, while staring at the ground. She felt terrible; all those hungry felines, who didn't have an owner to care for them...

"Well, I'll have to trust you on your word. And not to forget about all those poor turkeys!" Mrs. DeVeere exclaimed.

Vulkie's attention was triggered by this remark. "Missing turkeys? I haven't heard anything about it at all," she replied, while staring into Mrs. DeVeere's eyes. The woman stared back, with disbelief in her face.

"Haven''t you heard, my dear Miss Nouson? Yes, the turkeys! It's rumored that the turkeys in the whole state are missing. Whether it be due to animal activists or someone who just loves turkeys, I don't know, but..." Mrs DeVeere ranted, but Vulkie had stopped listening already.

So the turkeys were missing... but that would mean... "NO!" Vulkie shouted and everyone looked at her again, with slight annoyance in their facial expressions. "Apologies, apologies" Vulkie murmered, while rubbing a hand behind her head and excusing herself.

Just then, Joseph stormed in with the Chief and a man followed suit behind them. He looked like a college professor of sorts. Joseph started to point up and the Chief looked towards the ceiling...

*cont*

She decided to walk over, but narrowly managed to avoid getting hit by a ladder

Dec-7-2015 11:00

She decided to walk over, but narrowly managed to avoid getting hit by a ladder. "Pardon me, Miss," the person carrying the ladder said, but Vulkie waved it away and started to stare towards the ceiling as well.

"Joseph, who is this person nex to you? He seems like he's a college profressor," Vulkie bluntly said, before looking towards the person next to Joseph.

"This is Professor Troof. I've just met him. But I think it's best if he introduces himself to you," Joseph replied, before climbing onto the ladder towards the ceiling...

Dec-7-2015 13:53

The Professor was taken aback at her prescience, but not at all offended by the brusqueness of her attitude. As had first piqued his interest, here was a smart dame in a man's world, neither caring particularly about manners nor the least bit interested in any fools. Exactly the kind of person he had left the university in order to find.

"Delighted to meet you, madam. I was indeed a university lecturer. But now, as with most of us here I earn my corn solving crime. I have just met Mr Zeo, with whom you are obviously acquainted. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?"

Even before she replied, the Professor's analytical mind had shaken off thoughts of mistletoe and wine and had begun hypothesising.

The ladder in the room had caused a bit of a stir and now almost everyone was looking at the mysterious object on the ceiling. Obviously, the Chief hadn't put it there, and his wife certainly was distracted by missing turkey.

If the object on the ceiling was connected to the poultry problem, then whoever put it there must have expected a room full of detectives to spot it, in the police Chief's house... and one of them would surely want to find out what it was...

Logically, it was some kind of message, or a distraction. Possibly, a booby-trap. There was only one way to find out, and Mr Zeo was nearly there...