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Breitkat
Breitkat
Pinball Amateur

Aug-16-2016 23:07

There will be 4 activities this week. All events start on Thursday, August 18, at 12:00 AM, SST. Three of the four events are continued from last week. Good luck. ;-)

1. Treasure Hunts - Week 2
This event lasts two weeks. You were given the instructions for this last week, so if you need to review them, please read the Second Week's Activities' thread. The scoring system HAS BEEN REVAMPED. All hunts are now worth 10 points, not 100. Teams receive 3 participation points for the FIRST six hunts they open and do one favor for in the correct categories. Once you have completed six hunts in the same categories as before, YOU ARE DONE. This activity ends on Wednesday, August 24th.

2. Scavenger Hunt - Week 2
This is the SECOND part of this event. You have one week to complete this activity. Please send a screenshot of your locker to Riza Hawkeye for verification purposes by Thursday, August 18, 12:00 AM, SST. All items on List #1 are INVALID after Wednesday, August 17, 11:59 PM, SST. You will be given a second list on the Sleuth Talk board. All items MUST BE COLLECTED IN ORDER, and screenshots must be sent to Riza as you collect each item. You have until Wednesday, August 24, 11:59 PM, SST, to complete this list.

3. Role Playing Essay Contest - Week 2
This event lasts two weeks. You were given the instructions for this last week, so if you need to review them, please read the Second Week's Activities' thread. Essays are due Wednesday, August 24, 11:59 PM, SST.

4. Twist/Closer Contest
This is a *TEAM* writing contest. One writer for your team is already assuming most of the responsibility for the Role Playing Essay, so DO NOT BUG THEM about this. The other 3 members of the team will submit ONE entry. Together, you will submit the idea and writing for ONE complete twist (and accompanying closer). Ideas and writing must be as fully detailed as possible. You must include descriptions of the twist's effects if necessary (gain faction standing, trigger Larry the Toe, etc).

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Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Aug-24-2016 00:11

*starts to hand out ice cream* - Can't wait to see the next schedule :)

Autumnsprings
Autumnsprings
Con Artist

Aug-24-2016 06:12

Vulkie I didn't realize you were sadist. Makes sense I guess.

DevilishWings
DevilishWings
Charioteer

Aug-24-2016 07:01

Thanks Breit. Glad you enjoyed it. :)

Ms Helen
Ms Helen
Con Artist

Aug-24-2016 10:31

Hahaha is it wrong that I laughed so much at your RP Devi, nice RP :)



DevilishWings
DevilishWings
Charioteer

Aug-24-2016 11:34

I'm actually glad you did, Helen. That was the point, after all :D

Étaín
Étaín
Huntsman

Aug-24-2016 16:11


At that very moment a group of burly weightlifters came prancing by in ballerina shoes and feathered pillbox hats. They gingerly stepped around the body and gracefully glided down the stairs quickly followed by Sultry waving a butterfly net.

“Sultry's still trying to catch herself one of those hats, huh?” chuckled Sal. “Etain, you’ve got to come see this.” I followed Sal out of the hotel and we headed out to the Hertha-BSC football field. It was between games and the field was being used by clowns! I rubbed my eyes disbelievingly.
Apparently Adolf Hitler wanted an Olympic Clown Competition and Germany, Spain and Finland had sent their best. Choking on laughter we made our way back to the hotel in search of Autumn.

Sal and I went upstairs to the temporary headquarters grudgingly put at our disposal. Battered desks and wobbly chairs had been hastily shoved into an empty room. Autumn, dressed in a ladies golf ensemble, had commandeered one of them and was busy leafing through a stack of papers.
“Guys wait till you see what I’ve dug up! It seems the manager likes to dress up in a sparkly vest and black dress shoes and wander the hotel halls at night. I’ll bet he knows something." Just then, the door flew open. As I turned to look I felt a sharp pain in my arm. “You!” I cried out, “I should have known.” I cringed as the killer grabbed my arms and started shaking me. I fell into darkness.

“Come on, wake up sleepy head! We’ll miss the opening ceremony if we don’t leave now.”
There was that sharp pain again and I woke up to find Autumn pinching my arm for all she was worth. “What?” I mumbled groggily, “where am I?” Then realization hit me. We were in Germany to enjoy the 1936 Summer Olympic Games. “Oh my,” I scolded myself, “I should never have had that last Glennfiddich!”

We watched as the gray doves were released into the stadium, and the torch bearer ran by to light the flame.
I did a double take, were those clown shoes on his feet?



Breitkat
Breitkat
Pinball Amateur

Aug-24-2016 18:58

LOL!! Very nice, Etain!! ;-D Please do me a favor, and post it also in The Stage. Great Job!! ;-D

Breit

CodeRed007
CodeRed007
Super Steeper

Aug-24-2016 21:21

Paris, 1924, Newspaper Headline: Drama at the Olympics
My head snapped up when I heard yells in the lobby of the Majestic.
Two men were fighting in front of a lady who was calmly, too calmly, drinking tea. It was none other than the Golden Dragon of the Tea Steepers herself. I strolled up to her table as the men continued to punch each other.
“This your doing?” I asked, jutting my chin out at the men fighting.
“But of course, detective,” she answered. Her golden robe was still present beneath her kimono, but only the most trained eye would see. She asked me if I was involved in the horse murder. “No,” I said. I was on vacation and ill-prepared to solve a mystery.
She motioned for me to sit. Quickly her hand was in the air and tea appeared in front of me faster than my detective abilities could fathom. I looked down and noticed the tea was how I liked it: cream and sugar. I took one sip and waited for her amusement with the fighting men to end.
I never got the chance.
Some time later I woke in the storage shed for the yachting team. My head was pounding; I had obviously been drugged. But as I reached for my wallet, a key fell out of my shirt pocket. It was a strange key with a floatation device attached to it. Turning it over I saw the number 4.
My drugged mind cleared quickly. This was the key to the locker of the yacht team member who had died in the lobby of the Majestic. With a click the key turned in the lock and I held my breath as I opened it. Dozens of newspaper clippings from the City News fell to my feet. On them were scribbles detailing the crimes and how the Eastern Tea Steepers were behind it. Last, but not least, was the clipping from the horse murder.
I had been drawn into their confidence and it was more important than ever that I carefully tread the waters that the Golden Dragon had invited me to. I stepped out from the shed onto the lake as the gun went off for the 1924 Olympic games, holding my breath that I wouldn’t be one of their future news clippings.


Breitkat
Breitkat
Pinball Amateur

Aug-24-2016 21:35

Very nice, CodeRed!! ;-D Way to go! !

Breit

CodeRed007
CodeRed007
Super Steeper

Aug-24-2016 21:50

Posting for Ms Helen & Team
I decided it was time to return to the office and run through what I had learned so far. The sky was turning dark, threatening rain, so I picked up the pace and ducked down the alley at the side of [the bar]. Ahead of me I could hear a muffled commotion. As I drew nearer I saw a door open, and a burly man deposit a rather sorry looking patron against the wall opposite. [He] looked rather the worse for wear, and carried on arguing even after the burly man had disappeared behind the closed door. I contemplated whether to turn back, when the inebriate stood, shakily, and turned to face me. It was my client, [Benjamin Ringold].

“Detective?”

“Had a bit too much to drink have we?” I asked.

[He] made [his] way towards me, one hand on the wall beside [him], the other on [his] stomach. “I thin… I thi… I think I’ve had too much t-to drink”

“You don’t say?” I took a step back and covered by mouth. I wasn’t sure what [he]’d been drinking, but it was certainly potent.

[He] took another step and stumbled. It was clear from [his] lack of reactions that [he] was going to hit the deck, and hard, so I took pity and caught [him]. I dragged [him] back to the wall and propped [him] up. “I sh…should never have come to you,” [he] spluttered.

“Why not?” I asked.

“[Sunny Giron] was… was a… a… an awful person. I’m glad [she]’s d-dead.” And with that, [he] passed out.

I called for a cab to take [Benjamin] home, and thought about what [he] said on the walk back to the office. Could this mean [he] didn’t do it? It’s normally the way of the drunkard to spill truths they would never utter sober, and it certainly was a surprise to hear [he] hated [Sunny] so much. Or, could it be a ruse, to throw me off the scent?



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