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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.

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

Aug-31-2016 21:18

I am no boxing wiz by all means but thanks for the title Devi :)

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.

Aug-31-2016 22:03

I arrived at the tent to find a dozen bobbies milling about. My Client was in the custody of two of them, speaking rapidly and wildly gesticulating. At the far end of the tent, two men in suits and hats were bent over a bench.

I approached my client, and motioned for him to calm down. In broken English, he told me that the supervisors over at the bench were examining the body, not of any of our suspects, but of a team member. Jean had arrived to find Pierre Baudin, the Captain of the team, knifed in the back, and slumped over one of the benches. Actually, knifed wasn't exactly accurate: he had been skewered to the bench by an arrow. How someone had had enough strength to do this, I did not know. I turned and asked Jean who Pierre's enemies were.

Aug-31-2016 22:06

As i follow boxing at all levels and after 6 years years of boxing myself, an intro based on boxing was a sport i could easily connect with. This years Rio Olympics showed just how low the "Gentlemans Sport" has stooped too, it was rife with corruption and deceit. Following the outburst and removal of his gloves a young Irish boxer even went as far as to how the "stinky finger" to the judges and referee openly accusing AIBA of corruption and that he would no longer box under the authority again. I watched the bout and he was blatantly robbed. Hence it was an easy subject to pick up on for an intro.

Aug-31-2016 23:49

Sleuthetania Intro submitted on behalf of Keira Ann

The salty ocean air felt cool to the face as I sat outside on my stateroom balcony sipping on my rum. I had been to the bar, however there were too many loud passengers clearly enjoying their spirits. A cruise on the U.S.S. Sleuthetania was about relaxation and getting away from the craziness of the detective life. Leaning back and looking at the stars sparkling in the clear night sky, I knew this was the trip I so desperately needed after my last case. No time to dwell on that now.

WOOOOOSH I heard suddenly.

Before I could react, a loud THUD could be heard. My detective senses went on to high alert, instantly knowing that my peaceful trip had come to an abrupt end.

As I raced around the balcony corner to peer down, other passengers were running towards the now deceased body laying face down on the deck boards. I made my way down to check out the gruesome scene hoping the poor soul didn’t see the deck as they fell to their untimely death.

A gut-wrenching, torturous, wailing sound came from right behind me as I assessed the situation. I turned to see a man in the throes of grief and pain staring at me. “Detective… ppplease find out who did this to my Sister. She was all I had” he stammered between sobs. As he collected himself, he went on to explain “I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. My name is Roland Addison. I recognize you from the City News, I need your help."

Aug-31-2016 23:51

Just so you know, we had some confusion in our team and therefore will only be submitting one intro.

So congratulations in advance to everyone else :)

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Sep-1-2016 00:02

Can I try this again
I was dining with Captain Abraham Pequod. The meal was delicious. The menu included my favorite, Lobster à l'Americaine. Dessert was light; just fresh fruit and cream.

After enjoying the decadent food, others from the Captain’s Table invited me to the Albatross for drinks. We told stories, laughed and had just enough alcohol to get superbly buzzed. Promising to stay in touch after leaving the Sleuthetania, we left.

On the way to my room, I heard a man let loose a dreadful scream. My mind cleared, I ran toward the dire sound. Turning a corner, I saw a man standing in the hall. He was pale as a cadaver and his jaw was silently jittering with shock. One arm extended, a shaky hand pointed into the cabin. I got closer but he didn’t acknowledge my presence. Looking inside, the rich food eaten just hours before curdled in my guts.

Laying on the bed, neck at a cruel angle, was an albatross. The white plumage stood out starkly from the red blood around the body. Looking closer, I saw the neck had been broken, then slit, allowing the blood to drench the duvet. The pattern of the blood indicated that, whoever had done this demented deed stood over the bed, and drained the blood onto it.

Later, talking to Jeffrey Bedenbaugh, I learned he had been receiving death threats. He'd boarded the ship in an attempt to escape the would-be killer. It seemed the attempt had been a failure, I thought dryly, but promised to look into the matter.

The next day, I talked to the Captain and some passengers, then went to the new room Jeffrey had been given. Drawing close, I noted the door wasn't fully closed. Dread filled me. I slowly opened the door, knowing there was no need to call out. He lay on the bed, covered in blood, mouth frozen in an eerie, silent scream. Twisted around the body was a heavy shipping rope.

Hearing a noise, I turned to find a small woman behind me, face frozen in a horrid mixture of terror and grief which I hope to never see again.
“Who are you?” I demanded. My inquiry jolted the woman out of the shock. She s

Sep-1-2016 00:05


“Who are you?” I demanded. My inquiry jolted the woman out of the shock. She said, “I’m Pamela Bedenbaugh. I am..,was Jeffrey’s Wife. I was traveling with him because he was so afraid.”
“No passenger I questioned reported seeing him with anyone. If you were such good friends, why did no one see you?” I asked.
“He didn't want whoever it was to see me. I tried to stay together, for safety you know,” glancing up to make sure I understood. I gave a small, nod to keep her talking. “But he was firm about not being seen together. I was coming to check on him before going to bed.
“Do you have any ideas about who killed him?"