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Breitkat
Breitkat
Pinball Amateur

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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DevilishWings
DevilishWings
Charioteer

Aug-31-2016 05:54

Thanks Sindy. Good to see you out! :))

Murray Arty
Murray Arty
Charioteer

Aug-31-2016 05:57

Sindy do you mean 9 journal pages if so there is a use for them after all.

Joseph Zeo
Joseph Zeo
Tale Spinner

Aug-31-2016 06:29

Sindy, sorry to tell you, that was a typo by Zero, we currently have 1/5/6 BPs only, so get back into that basement (or wherever the hell we're in)...

Bela Talbot III
Bela Talbot III
Con Artist

Aug-31-2016 06:30

Sindy, you have no idea how much your last post scared me. ("More betrayal?!").

Good job, teams. :) I guess we'll just grab that ice-cream and go back into hiding then.

Riza Hawkeye
Riza Hawkeye
First Nomad

Aug-31-2016 08:04

Apparently my math was off by one point for Rick’s for the Journal Pages Hunt, so I’m crediting them that point. Sorry about that.

Cumulative Scores Thus Far:
First Place: Chariots of Fire (180 points)
Second Place: Rick's Cafe Americain (167 points)
Third Place: Feminine Assassins (158 points)
Fourth Place: A Race to Adventure (154 points)

Pending Scores: Intros (due by 23:59 server time tonight)

The finish line is near! Go teams, go! :D

Vulkie3
Vulkie3
Haynes

Aug-31-2016 08:07

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p2EA2nA2ar0 - couldn't resist to post this video for you Riza :)

Sultry De Mon
Sultry De Mon
Con Artist

Aug-31-2016 09:02

Congratulations everyone, I can't wait to read everyones intros.

Sleuth Sindy
Sleuth Sindy
Pinball Wizard

Aug-31-2016 14:04

Nautical Themed Intro:

I stood on the first class deck of the Sleuthetania gazing up at the celestial canopy twinkling overhead. Below, I could hear the gentle lapping of the ocean waves against the hull of the ship. The cocktail in my hand was cold and sweaty, and the whiff of tequila mingled pleasantly with the salty sea air. Behind me, a soft jazz melody drifted from the bar.

I closed my eyes to savor the tangy breeze caressing my face and heard a voice call out to me. As I turned toward the sound, several things happened at once: The deck beneath my Ferragamos began to heave violently, knocking me off my feet and onto my Jeanne Lanvin clad backside whilst simultaneously spilling my ice cold drink down my chest. A search light blinked on and spotlighted me in its harsh glare.

“Hey!” the voice came out of the brilliance, a little louder this time. Then: “Hey! Sleeping Beauty, wake up!”

Reality literally smacked me in the face as I tried to sit up and banged my forehead on the bunk above me.

"All right, I'm awake," I protested, brushing away the hand roughly shaking my shoulder and carefully swinging my legs to the side of my berth. As I brought myself into an upright position, the twinkling celestial canopy of my dream faded rapidly away.

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and looked into the earnest face of my friend, Henry Watson, which looked more worried than usual. I noticed that he was holding an empty glass with tell-tale beads of water clinging to the sides that explained why the front of my Woolworth's discount shirt was wet.

Henry was the reason I was here on this fishing boat trolling off the shores of Alaska. My last client had hired me to investigate a case that had unwittingly entangled me in the violent underworld of New York City and put me at odds with the “little family” known as La Cosa Nostra.



Sleuth Sindy
Sleuth Sindy
Pinball Wizard

Aug-31-2016 14:05

I'm no coward, but I ain't no dummy neither. I knew I had to get out of town, and fast; so when Henry told me he had taken a job on a salmon boat heading up to Alaska I asked if they needed any more help. Fortunately for me, they did--and they were sailing the next day.

“What's up?” I asked, reaching up and turning off the overhead lamp shining in my eyes.

“Well,” Henry began anxiously, “we have a little problem down in the cargo hold.”

“The cargo hold?” I echoed blankly. I didn't see how a problem in the cargo hold could possibly pertain to me.

“Yes,” Henry blinked. “It's a dead body.”

Now that was a subject I knew something about. I slipped on my five and dime loafers and followed Henry down to the refrigerated hold where Lazarus Watson's corpse was lying amidst a bed of salmon and ice with a filet knife sticking out of his chest.

There was definitely something fishy going on here.

[Cue Reader Groan]

DevilishWings
DevilishWings
Charioteer

Aug-31-2016 14:29

"A Tainted Glove Affair"

Attending the Olympics had always been a dream of mine. While I wasn't really a fan of many of the sports on the list, I always enjoyed a match of boxing. Harry Jackson was a hero of mine, so I was particularly thrilled to be able to see him defeat his nemesis once more, especially in the semi-finals. Jackson had beaten Edwards every time they met in the boxing ring, so everyone hoped this round turned out the same. With the help of Arthur, Jackson's friend, who was also acting as his trainer, I had front row seats to the show.


The fight should have been a pushover for the rising star; he was destined to join the list of the Greatest Heavy Weight Champions of All-Time. Alas, Jackson looked sluggish in the first round. Something was wrong, very wrong. Arthur Davis ranted in the corner, bellowing out orders, but they did not seem to register with Jackson.


He took blow after blow to the head, but the referee just let the match play out. Davis yelled for them to stop and the crowd followed in the same spirit. The doctor wanted to climb into the ring but he was quickly pulled back down by a security agent.


Things were going from bad to worse. Harry Jackson was cut badly above the left eye and he could barely keep his gloves raised, even as he moved his arms as if to take them off. It almost looked like he had been drugged by the way he swayed. Still, the referee continued to ignore the pleas to stop the bout. Davis threw the towel into the ring, but it was too late.


In that very moment, the "Killer Blow" landed. After dodging a left jab, the opponent side-stepped slickly and dropped Jackson with a sickening jaw breaking right. The boxer slumped to the floor, his eyes open momentarily, just enough to reveal the ghostly whites, even as a trickle of foam ran from his mouth. He pitched face forward onto the canvas with a loud thud. His gloves came off following a last effort to remove them.

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