Right. Sending out role PMs now, game will start once everyone has confirmed.
This is where I remind everyone again that they should pick if they want to use an alternate account for the game or not. It's kind of handy because then I (and others) can refer to you in-game just by your fake name, so there's less risk of confusion, but it's optional.
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October 23, 1928. Around 6:00 PM.
At the Callahan stables
"So yeh don't need any help?" Seamus O'Malley (Excal) looked around the muddy and not particularly well-maintained pasture.
"I could always use help," Ty Callahan (Eternal Lurker) replied. "I just don't think I'll be able to pay you for any help. Jeb Cress, Alderman Jones, and even the widow Avil all got automobiles this year. Henry Ford is putting me out of the business just as I got into it. Oh, and looks like Sam's back."
Indeed, town veterinarian Samuel Hargreaves (lmm) returned, slowly walking a horse with him. "Wizard here should be just fine. Was just a splinter in his shoe, nothing too serious. I'd recommend letting him take it easy for a few days, though." Sam paused. "You do sure seem to go through horses fast, though. You should be careful about whatever hazards they're getting into."
Ty shrugged. "I've got a friend in Maine. Big horse-trader. The old horses are fine, I've just sold 'em to others. Hey... you know any odd jobs that need doin' around town for my new friend Seamus here? He arrived just today."
Sam turned toward O'Malley. "Well... there's always Rosie's. It's the, uh, inn around here. A lot of visitors around lately, so Jeb, the proprietor, could probably use some extra help... though then again there's that Russian fellow Jeb's already got. It still might be worth a shot."
Ty looked at both impatiently. "Well, it's getting toward sundown. I better close up shop. See you around, Doc." Seamus tipped his cap with a "Much obliged, sirs," and set off for Rosie's Country Inn.
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Seamus looked around. Cute tables, a sofa, empty ashtrays. It was all very nice... too nice for an out-of-the-way inn & diner. And was that... music, coming from what sounded like below?
The clerk leaned over. "Another stranger? Well, if you want a room, we're full up on beds now. Lucky you arrived when you did; if anyone else comes, they're getting turned away."
"What's the racket downstairs?"
"You don't know? You here for the sasparilla, then? I don't think you are. Stairs are over the way, behind the curtain, on the left."
Downstairs, it was obvious that the Prohibition laws didn't seem to be in effect. Why, the Sheriff was even there, drinking rum with Pietro Giovanni (EvilTom). An Eastern-European looking fellow, Nikolai Kolmogorov (Alice), sat in the corner playing the piano. A shifty looking fellow, Kyle Handley (Hunter Sopko), seemed to be trying to convince Ethan Hayles (Yoshiken) to buy some amazing device that'd save work on his farm. Another person had clearly gotten an early start on his liquor, Jack Daniels (Makkotah), as he'd already assumed the slouch of someone who'd had far too much. At a table toward the back, three other travelers were trading stories about Marbury - Peyton Hadley (Bobbin Cranbud), Nathan Greaves (Roukanken), and Bill Hellsnake (Magetastic). What were they looking for in this town?
The music stopped, and the pianist seemed to talk with the drunk in the corner. Something about communism? The pianist's response was louder and carried across the room. "Ah, you should meet my old Patriarch some day! He knows something about the *real* old-time religion, as they say. Heh heh. A real shame what those communists are up to, decrying the Holy Faith and all. They won't get away with it for long. No, I'm no communist, I'll tell you that."
The bounty hunter-looking, fellow, meanwhile, had drained his glass. "GET ME MORE" he barked at the barkeep. Seamus wasn't sure if he had ever seen faster service. This Hellsnake guy meant business.
Seamus settled in for a long night.
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October 24, 1928. Around 8:00 AM.
"I'm telling you, kid, it's probably nothing. Your dad overslept at the lodge or something. I have no idea why you want to check," Sheriff Hutchison said as he drove.
"Call it intuition," Chad Hutchins (Sir Alex) said.
The Sheriff was right that Chad's father, Jon Hutchison, was at the lodge of the Order of Unseen Wisdom. There with a pool of his own dried blood at his feet and a ceremonial dagger in his back.
More interestingly, looking outside showed another set of tire tracks heading back to town. An easily followed set, which ended right near Rosie's Country Inn and Abraham's Sundries. Where, as chance would have it, the Sheriff himself had just been last night to see who'd stopped by.
"Well, looks like we'll have an easy time rounding up the suspects, at least, Chad. We'll get to the bottom of this in no time. Although... where's that shopkeeper at Abe's Sundries, the one who's going to take over soon when Abe retires? Martin Andrews (Shale), right? Could have been his shop, too. And that lodge is accessible by horse, too. We'll have to look into people at the stables. After that... didn't Moses Bike (Xanth) say he was going to go fishing in that area? And I think that novelist feller, Ronald Dale (Bardiche), has his cabin right in the area, too. Haven't seen him in awhile, what's he been up to?
Let's get all the suspects together, then solve this crime the Marbury way... democratically."