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Sleuth Olympics Fourth Week's Activities
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Breitkat
Pinball Amateur
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Aug-23-2016 23:44
There will be 4 activities this week. All events start on Thursday, August 25, at 12:00 AM, SST. Good luck. ;-)
1. Sleuthetania Scavenger Hunt - All team members will board the Sleuthetania and hunt for a list of items that will be provided to them on the Sleuth Talk boards Thursday morning. As with the other hunts, once a team member has found the first item on the list, stored the item to the Agency locker, and sent a screenshot or copy/paste of the reward page to Riza, team members may proceed to look for the next item on the list. The team with the most items found gets 10 points. Team with the second highest amount found gets 7. Third gets 5. Fourth gets 3. PLEASE REMEMBER: Once you are on the boat, you CANNOT access your Agency, so clean out your locker before you board the ship. Riza will be expecting a screenshot of each team's locker before Thursday.
All teams may do a MAXIMUM of *TWO* trips on the Sleuthetania. You have until Wednesday, August 31, 11:59 PM, SST, to complete this activity.
2. Journal Pages Hunt - While on the boat, all members will do a hunt for Journal Pages. We have recorded each person's current collected Journal Pages. On Thursday, September 1, around 12:00 AM, SST, we will again compile a list of everyone's collected Journal Pages. All participating players get 3 points (this means you have to collect at least ONE Journal Page to get the participation points). The player with the most Journal Pages collected gets 10 points. Player with the second most Pages collected gets 7 points. Player with the third most Pages collected gets 5 points. Player with the fourth most collected Pages gets 3 points. And yes, there can be more than one point winner on the same team.
3. Introduction Creation Contest - Each team will create and submit TWO intros. One MUST be set on the Sleuthetania, and have a nautical theme. The second MUST have an Olympic theme of some kind. Spelling and grammar will be taken into account.
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BadAss
Charioteer
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Aug-31-2016 15:04
I stood up from my chair and approached the body of William Bligh as a crowd gathered around the tennis court. Kneeling down by the inert form, I quickly examined the tennis player. My experience as a paramedic during the Great War came in useful here; it didn't take long for me to find a puncture in the victim's neck. The strange discoloration of the skin around the puncture site was an indication of poison. The puncture itself suggested injection by a blow dart.
“I don't think you need to bother your conscience any longer, friend. It's quite obvious William must have had at least one enemy aboard this vessel.” I lit up a cigarette and offered one to Fletcher. “Anybody come to mind?"
The look of despair in the officer's eyes struck me. “I don't know … I really don't. Wait. I do remember that William was playing poker last night at the bar. Whoever he played against lost quite a bit of money. You think this could be … ?”
“That's what I intend to find out,” I replied, laying the victim's head carefully on the deck. “It wouldn't hurt to have a look at the passenger list as well. I'm on my way to speak to the captain."
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BadAss
Charioteer
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Aug-31-2016 15:08
*NOTE*
To check on historical accuracy I did some research if ships indeed had amenities such as tennis courts in the first half of the 20th century. Apparently there were squash courts on board of the Titanic that could be transformed into tennis courts as well. If you have an interest in the subject I'll also provide a link.
http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/titanic-100-years/articles/life-on-board-recreation/
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Vulkie3
Haynes
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Aug-31-2016 18:11
Less than 6 hours to go and only 3 intro's yet? Oh boy, I sure hope y'all ain't running out of ink for your pens :)
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Sultry De Mon
Con Artist
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Con Artist
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Sultry De Mon
Con Artist
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Aug-31-2016 20:34
Sorry, posted the wrong version
Olympic theme
In the Tricky Mister I listened to the final race of the 1936 Olympic Regatta tensely. The men's eights had been a taut battle. The Americans started out slower than usual, due to the stroke of the crew, Don Hume being ill. As the stroke of the crew it was his job to set the pace for the other seven men.
CBS' Bill Henry reported as the battle unfolded:
It looks as though the United States is beginning to pour it on now! The Washington crew is driving hard on the outside of the course, they are coming very close now to getting into the lead! They have about 500 meters to go, perhaps a little less than 500 meters, and there is no question in the world that Washington has made up a tremendous amount of distance. They have moved up definitely into third place. Italy is still leading, Germany is second, and Washington, the United States, has come up very rapidly on the outside. They are crowding up to the finish now with less than a quarter of a mile to go!
Even over the radio, the roar of the crowd was thunderous as the three boats matched each other stroke for stroke. The crowd quieted to wait for the results. The Americans, Germans and Italians finished so closely no one knew who had won until the times were announced. They were separated by one second. When Star-Spangled Banner filled the Berlin suburb of Grünau, the German spectators gave the American victors the Nazi salute. From them, high praise indeed.
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Sultry De Mon
Con Artist
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Aug-31-2016 20:35
The bar erupted into cheers, but never being one for crowds, I drifted out to find a quiet area to think about the dramatic event I'd just heard. The boys from the University of Washington had just handed the Germans their figurative oars in front of Hitler himself. I smiled to myself.
Walking further from the bar, the sounds of celebration faded. Another sound became clearer. Someone was crying. I slowly followed the sounds of the sobs and came across a woman leaning over someone. The body on the ground appeared lifeless. Undetected by the sobbing woman, I watched and saw the other's chest rise just a bit. Then a sound no one ever wants to hear. A death rattle. It's a dark, ominous sound. The woman started at the sound and began crying harder. Almost wailing, I approached to calm her. That's when I became aware of the knife in her hand. The bloody gash in the other woman's stomach. The smell of spilled blood. As her wails calmed, the woman looked up. Noticing me she yelled, “You have to help!! She's been killed!” almost hysterical.
“Yes, I can see that,” I said evenly, my eyes on the knife. Her eyes followed mine. She gasped, as if becoming aware of it for the first time. Dropping it she said, “I didn't do it! I loved her! She was my sister, Victoria Blanco. But I can tell you who may have.”
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DevilishWings
Charioteer
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Aug-31-2016 21:06
Since it was late and I wad tired, I forgot to add, our Olympic intro was written in colaboration with Murray Arty, who is apparently a boxing wiz. :D
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Murray Arty
Charioteer
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Aug-31-2016 21:18
I am no boxing wiz by all means but thanks for the title Devi :)
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luc pfeiffer
Red-Nosed
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Aug-31-2016 22:02
Olympic Intro
The phone rang, jerking me out of my dreams. I lifted the receiver and at first was unable to understand the torrent of language that gushed from it. It took my brain a couple seconds to realize that the torrent was in French, not English. “Arrête!”, I cut in. “Just slow down and tell me what happened, Jean.” The speaker's use of French had told me that it could only be my client, Jean DesChapins, the coach of the French Olympic archery team.
He had hired me a week previously to find out who was trying to sabotage his team. Someone had been repeatedly breaking in to the team's equipment locker and removing one or two bows at a time, then returning them seemingly unaltered a day or two later. It was only after we had taken the bows apart that we had realized what the culprit had tried to do. The saboteur had either slipped small weights inside the bow or added additional wraps around the bow's grip. Either had the effect of adding several ounces to the bow's overall weight, which the archer wouldn't have noticed at first. But the archer's aim would become increasingly erratic as the matches progressed. A wobbly aim was more valuable than gold to the team's rivals. I assumed the frantic phone call meant that Jean had discovered something that would lead to the responsible party. But I couldn't get him to tell me what. All he would say, over and over, was that I needed to come to the team's training and warm-up area, a tent just outside the Olympic archery arena.
London's foggy nights just didn't agree with me. The cold and the moisture from the rain and mist drilled into my bones and left an ache that never seemed to leave. I would've trained in France if I'd been on the team; as it was, the coach, my client, insisted that training in or near to the actual venue would build up stamina and resilience in his athletes. Knowing that, however, didn't make me any more comfortable.
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