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Neither Haley nor Ricky were completely comfortable when they received the messages about being invited out to some strange mansion for a weekend. It seemed like some kind of trap to the both of them, even to Ricky's simple little mind, and even though the invitation was received through a safe mode of contact. But - as Haley concluded - if it were a trap, then at least they'd be walking into it prepared. There was still so much Haley wanted to learn about the Negaverse's recent attacks against the public - and if it meant putting herself in the line of danger to do so, then so be it. She had no idea what to expect, really.

Against all intelligent judgment, which between Haley and Ricky there was very little of, they arrived in their civilian forms expecting the worst. It didn't even occur to Haley what was wrong with that plan - the possible compromising of her identity to a potential enemy - until she arrived to the room she was to share with two girls, Fiona Watson and Evalia Catling.

She tossed her nearly empty hemp shoulder bag - only a change of clothes with a pipe and some pot inside - onto the bed and laid down.

"Do any of you have any idea what's going on?" she asked to the other two girls as they arrived.


Ricky was slightly more comfortable with the plan than Haley - although his obliviousness played a factor into that. As far as he was concerned, it was a nice invitation that may or may not be evil, but even if it was, they were offering a weekend's stay at a bed and breakfast. How evil could that be? He was eager to step out of the city for a bit, having felt cramped up in his small apartment as of late.

Unlike Haley, Ricky didn't pack a single thing and came to the mansion empty handed. It wasn't the best plan, but his plans never were. He took a seat on his bed and laid back while he waited for his roommate Arian Laith to arrive.

Arian had been curious about the note he had received while out on patrol inviting him out to an old house that was apparently now a B & B, curious enough that he'd decided to check it out.

He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting but the 19th century mansion hadn't been it. He was apparently in room 2, according to the room number he'd been given with a Ricky Cunningham and Arian figured that he should probably drop off the rucksack with his stuff in his room before figuring out what to do next.

The room when he finally found it was already occupied and Arian figured that the other was his room mate for the weekend. It didn't hurt to confirm though so he asked quietly as he set his bag down by a bed "Are you Ricky? Because if so I guess we're room mates" well at least for the weekend they were.



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Marlin wasn't too sure what he was doing out here and wasn't sure he wanted to think to hard on it - because then he'd acknowledge that he'd ended up coming out to some place on the basis of a note that he'd received while out on patrol.

Still he was here now and the 19th century mansion, while unexpected (in that he hadn't thought that the bed and breakfast would be quite so large) was certainly in setting with the historical period.

His room assignment appeared to be room 1, and Marlin reckoned that the first order of the evening was probably to drop his duffel off.

It seemed however, that someone had had the same idea, the room already occupied by a blond who looked to be still in high school.

According to the room assignments, he was apparently rooming with a Jude Harrow and a Darren Waughner so Marlin assumed that the other was one of the two.

"Hi I'm Marlin" he said cheerfully as he dropped his duffel down by one of the unoccupied beds. "Marlin Joanson."

Friday Evening: Call to Dinner

A man in butler’s clothes goes from room to room, knocking on doors and inviting those inside down to dinner. When the guests arrive in the dining room, they find a number of people already seated – four men and five women, all in 1900s period dress. There is a lavish setting of food, and plenty of seats around the table for everyone!

Once people have taken their seats, the man at the head of the table stands to address the gathered group. As he stood, the lights dimmed, except for a spotlight over him.

“Ah, hello and welcome, honored guests. My name is Charles, your host. For tonight, and the next three days, you will find yourselves transported back to 1905, and you will be asked to solve a murder most foul. You see, in approximately the year 1903, a young woman named Lillie Logan resided in this very house. She was found dead in her bedroom, an apparent suicide by hanging…but the circumstances were very suspicious. The police wrote it off, but people talked, as people will…” He gestured around the table, and lights lit on eight people in full period dress. “Eight of our guests were involved in the events surrounding Miss Logan’s death.” Charles began to gesture, indicating each person as he named them. "Annie Noonan," an woman in her late 50s, hair bleached white, casually sipping from a glass of wine, "Elsie Brockschmidt," a young woman no more than 25, with dark hair and dark eyes, looking bored, "Edward Chapman," a brown-haired man in his early 20s who looked like he wanted to sink into his chair, "Caroline Davis," another woman in her 20s, this one blonde, staring at her plate, "Joseph Hall," a young blond man of about 25, who looked more bored than anything, "and of course, Lillie's family - Alice," a brunette in her 30s, "William," a dark-haired man in his 50s, "and Minerva." a brunette in her 50s.

“It will be your task to determine what happened to Lillie Logan…and perhaps discover a little more than that.” Charles sat down, and the rest of the lights flicked on, signaling the start of dinner.

Alice gave the girl a sad smile, looking up from her food to answer the question. "Lillie was my little sister," she explained, and then her expression became infinitely sadder. "I was with my late husband and our daughter, God rest their souls. I lost them in an accident not six months ago."

Edward sat up, looking a little bit alarmed to be addressed. "We were friends." He replied, perhaps a little too quickly. "Good friends, but just friends. I had hoped...but things never work out the way you hope, do they?" He shot a glare down the table towards Joseph Hall, who just raised an eyebrow in response and went for his wine.

A dark-haired kid with green streaks in his hair had come in not long after, claiming the last of the beds. He'd looked to be around the blond's age and had introduced himself as Darren Waughner which meant that the blond who had been first in the room was probably Jude.

There hadn't really been any time to chit chat though since shortly after Darren's arrival there had been a knock at the door that had been a butler inviting them down to dinner.

He'd moved to head down not long after Darren, figuring that maybe there would be time after the meal to try and get to know the pair that were to be his room mates better, glad that he'd taken the time to put together a couple of outfits that he thought might fit the period - working in a costume shop had its benefits - especially when one's father owned said costume shop.

Apart from his room mate, there was girl with curly blue hair that looked somewhat familiar, although Marlin wasn't sure where from. Although maybe it was something to puzzle on later, instead he focused on listening to the questions posed and the answers given in response.

He couldn't help but notice the animosity in the look that Edward had directed towards Joseph Hall and decided that he'd would direct his question to the bored looking man. Or at least he had been planning to ask his question to Joseph Hall - but had been beaten to the punch by Darren so had settled for adding.

"I too would be interested in knowing the answer to that question Mr Hall."

Friday Evening P. 2: A Rather Unexpected Turn

Unfortunately, dinner and questioning was to be interrupted – because Annie Noonan suddenly stood up after finishing her wine and placed a hand to her stomach.

“Oh, I feel absolutely terrible, I suspect that wine was a bit…off…” Her voice trailed off, and she fell to the ground – apparently dead.