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Aug-25-2004 12:46

Elsey walks into the local bar, The Tricky Mister, and asks her old buddy Cyrus to pour her a drink.
"Something girly," she asks him. "Something the boys will laugh at."
She smiles and looks around the room. She thinks about who else might walk into the room tonight. She turns back to her girly drink and waits for Sir James to arrive, as he undoubtedly will at some point.
Just then, the front door opens and in walks....

Nov-11-2004 13:44

Faeryshan flings the door open, bringing a gust of chilly air with her.
"The Caberet is hopping tonight. It's the place to be!" she announced, standing off to the side as, to be expected, about two dozen bar patrons jumped up to rush out into the cold night.
"IF," she stressed, dragging out the word, "you know where to find it."
The regulars of the Tricky Mister exchanged smirks as money and vague information was traded freely. Cyrus just laughed, happy to get the underage kids and trouble makers out of the bar for awhile, even if it meant him losing a little money.
Faeryshan plopped down next to M.Zane and Moonshh, pocketing her ill-gotten gains.
"Can I buy you lovely ladies a drink while we wait to see who else might pop in tonight?" She waved Cyrus over and placed their order.
"What's the deal with Sir James' hat? Never knew he swung THAT way. Although, guess I should have been able to figure it out, what with all the perfume. So what kind of trouble can I get into tonight?"

Nov-11-2004 15:58

"Faeryshan, thanks for the kind offer. I sure could use another. It's been that kind of day," said Moonshh, gazing into the dregs of her last drink, now mostly melting ice. "I''ve just been sitting around, waiting for one of the Butcher's friends to die...."

Nov-12-2004 11:32

"I'll have a Jim Beam on the rocks" zane tells Cyrus. "Thanks Fareyshan".
On the way to the ladies room, Zane notices someone she's never see before in a booth. The shady guy is walking over to the booth. "poor fella" Zane thinks. "he's going to lose some change this evening".
Larry The Toe walks in and says.........

Nov-12-2004 13:10

"Which one of you has been selling my information behind my back?" he growled, beedy eyes surveying the customers. Faeryshan slowly sidled behind M. Zane and Moonshh, trying not to attract his attention. She quickly glanced over her shoulder and wondered if she could make a speedy exit out the back door before Larry caught up with her. He wasn't known for his brightness, but if he thought you had messed with his business. . .
Luckily for her, Moonshh picked that moment to come to her rescue.
"You know, Larry, Big Lucy has decided to start talking a lot recently. Maybe she's tired of letting you make all the money on her joint."
Larry just grunted and took a seat at the bar.
"How about a drink, Larry? Faery's buying." M. Zane offered, an evil glint in her eye.

Nov-13-2004 06:57

Zane figures if she gets him drunk enough he'll talk without the bucks but he says "No thanks".
Just then Cyrus says "Hey we are having a band tonight. It's a jazz band called........

Nov-14-2004 14:54

"The Cryovacced Toenail."

Nov-15-2004 11:21

"I hear they are real good!" says Zane.
Just then the drummer for the group comes in the back door with some sound equiptment. "Humm he looks familiar" Zane thinks. "I've seen him somewhere before. "Ahhh, Big Lucys Cabret." Zane says too Cryus, "He plays at the club, dosent he?" Cryus says "No he dosent play there but I hear he hangs out there." Zane gets up from the stool, walks over to the drummer and says Have we met before?" the drummer says"...........

Nov-17-2004 19:52

"..." before keeling over in a dead faint.

"What? Was it something I said?" Zane looked over her shoulder, where the drummer had been staring before he fell - and her eyes fell on the dead woman beneath one of the tables. So it wasn't the line after all.

"Hm. What is with her, anyway?"

Just then, the front door opened yet again to admit a startlingly slim girl, nose buried in a book in her gloved right hand. Her left hand absently searched for a chair; finding one, she set her briefcase on it and sat quietly, trapping it solidly behind her and tucking a straggling strand of straight hair back beneath her cloche.

"A cup of Gunpowder Black, please, Miss Puddington."

The sudden silence must have caught her attention, for her eyes soon flickered up from behind the book, which she snapped suddenly shut. "Oh. Er... sorry to interrupt. Don't suppose this is Lady Puddington's Nips and Nibbles, is it..."

Someone sneered disdainfully, "Y'all in the wrong part of town, sweet pea." She seemed to have gotten the same idea as she had stood and fled before the speaker had finished.

It took the assembly a while to find the slip of paper that had fallen beneath the recently vacated table. It read...

Nov-18-2004 00:42

Why are so many friends of the Tailor suddenly dying? Is the treasure that passes through his hands cursed?

Nov-18-2004 16:28

Zane thinks "i should go to bed" bit decides to to go to the tailors to see what is happening. The sign says "Closed due to death in family" "Oh no", Zane thinks, "now it's in the family."
Zane is not sure what to do about this new turn of events. Ahhhh I'll go to Manfred the priest and see what he knows.
Zane attempts to enter the church BUT IT IS LOCKED!!!!! The note on the door says "Gone fishin". "That seems fishy", Zane thinks. "What about the bishop?"
I better go back to the Tricky Mister and ask if Manfred is a fisherman. Zane makes her way back to the Tricky Mister, pushes the door open and there to her amazement is...........