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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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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
Bounty Hunter

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
Bounty Hunter

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.

DevilishWings
DevilishWings
Charioteer

Aug-31-2016 14:29

Everyone in the arena knew, in that moment, this wasn't just a KO and Jackson wasn't just hurt. Davis leaped over the ropes and rushed to the aid of Harry. A few seconds later he looked up, eyes full of tears. His gaze caught mine and he mouthed "He is dead. Help me find his killer." I looked around and realized the gloves Jackson had worn had already disappeared.

Davis came to talk to me. "Do you know who might have done this?" I asked.


BadAss
BadAss
Charioteer

Aug-31-2016 15:02

"Game, Set and Death"


A cool breeze ruffled through my hair as I sat in my deckchair on the first class deck of the Sleuthetania, an ocean liner operated by the Patankar & Santanelli shipping company. We had just passed Gibraltar, and already it seemed an eternity since we left Portsmouth. My final destination was Bombay in India--a long way to go. I was leafing through a travel brochure detailing the attractions of the ship's ports of call, like the Suez Canal.

Occasionally, I glanced up to watch two passengers playing a game of tennis a little way down the deck from where I sat. Both were young officers in the British army and on their way to join their regiment in Rajespur. We got acquainted while we were waiting in line to board the ship.

I looked up again as Fletcher Christian and Wiliam Bligh were in the midst of a heated set and adjusted the umbrella by my chair to reduce the sun's glare in my eyes as I still had a slight hangover.

Last night there had been a happy hour at the bar, and I had knocked back a couple of drinks too many. Apparently one of the other passengers had too, as all of a sudden she had climbed atop the bar table where she had been sitting and proceeded to do a striptease. I had to snicker as I remembered this whole scene.

My little trip down Memory Lane ended abruptly when I heard William Bligh let out a scream. Immediately he put a hand on his chest and sank to the deck. Horrified, I watched him struggle to breathe and then lie seemingly lifeless.

“By Jove,” Fletcher stuttered, his complexion suddenly ghostly pale, “why did I have to hit that bloody return ball so hard!?”




BadAss
BadAss
Charioteer

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."

BadAss
BadAss
Charioteer

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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