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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 3:54 pm
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cursedandwandering rolled 1 10-sided dice:
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Total: 10 (1-10)
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 4:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 7:14 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 7:14 pm
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D. Head through the sitting room to the library.
Frowning, Clementine left the powder room. She heard Chop-Chop in the kitchen and dismissed it for the moment--she would find Fuschia presently, she was certain. If not, she would come back and check on her and do it herself! Fuschia--she was always easy to find, was she not?
She went through the sitting room and into the library instead. The sitting room looked absolutely disgusting. Turned inside out. What on earth had happened here? Had everyone lost their minds, like Moneybags? Goodness. She came into the library, just coming in as Torts was--doing something. Looking in a book. She narrowed her eyes, quietly approaching, trying to see what the other was doing. To hide her actions, she turned toward the books, leafing through a few as though trying to find her own volume.
Jun D unrelated to the actual CYOA but: MIDNIGHT SNACK SAYS YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MUCH OF HIM.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 7:43 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 8:21 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 8:33 pm
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A: Search the library north
"I am sorry, darling, but I had to leave the kitchen before I could get you a snack. I ran into Judge Fudge practicing law with the wine connoisseur..." He couldn't help but arched an eyebrow at his fiancee's antics with the detective. Well, his darling had always been a bit friendly. Nothing wrong with friendly.
None the less, he walked around to stand besides his fiancee once she came from the stairs. "You should be careful, no idea how old those stairs are."
"Though you seemed to have quiet a bit of excitement while I was gone." He looked over the book for a moment. "Why don't we step aside, and let the detective look over that book, and meanwhile you can tell me what you been up to, dear?" His smile was a bit more force then usual, thought his glares seemed reserve for the detective rather then his flirtasious fiancee, before he started walking looking for a place for them to sit down for a bit
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 10:35 pm
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The opera phony seemed to follow her... Torts peered behind her shoulder. "That coat? You looked at it first, didn't you? I thought you'd already have seen. I think there was a name there. Womb something... Womb... bat? " It was a little sassy of a response, but Torts couldn't help but play dumb about it a little bit; but provided half answers as she was grateful for the opera ticket tip. Millions were at stake after all.
As she went back to her searching, Torts was gleeful to find a small key. It didn't really seem large enough to fit most locks, being a little brass key; not really heavy enough for a door key. The lawyer tried not to let herself smile too hard when finding it, and slipped it into her pocket, cautious of anyone finding it. Small key... small key... perhaps... Torts shook her head, didn't she see that maid-like phony give a key to another player.. Don something? Perhaps this key had a similar use. She wouldn't know if she didn't bother to try it on something though.. but what was she looking for? Well.. it was a room full of books. Perhaps a diary, maybe a jewelry box even.. but if nothing turned up, she was sure to keep the key with her.
Torts turned around and nearly bumped into the other phony who was close by. A sort of ...was this... the son's wife? Fanta nearly snorted, seeing the 'wife' closer up. Too amusing. She covered though with a quick "oh, I'm so sorry madam! I barely saw you there. Sneaky thing, I should watch my back around you, murderer about and so on." Torts scooted away though, and decided maybe the best place to look would be in the gross corner. The poop corner of the library.
She breathed deep and took a brave step out to investigate the northern part of the library. She decided to it would be nice to avoid mouse poop though and tried to scoot the rug away, attempting to fling it away with her hoof. Then she could investigate that side, looking for something with a small lock that would match her found key.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 11:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2015 11:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2015 11:03 am
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