Who's here? Do you want me to throw cyber party? (page 2)

Finally-Free

Damn, I've got 2 bottles of scotch, 3 bottles of wine, and 1 bottle of rum and I can't touch any of it because I just took some medication.

Not much of a party happening here.

W

I haven't thought it all through, but I figured I would write a plot/setting/charachters... and pm one of you to inform you that you are the murderer. Murderer would Pm me his/her coice of victim and I'd write the gory details. The rest would have to figure out who the murderer is and vote. If don't guess right, someone else dies...

Whatcha think?

Abandoned

Sounds fun.

changeling

Right now we have 7 people (not including me, I'm the hostess). Do you think it's enough?

changeling

SacrificialLoon

I can play along for a bit.

changeling

Big D

Abandoned

Finnally Free

Life is Grand

Skeeter

Mr. Flipper

Mrs. Flipper

Flippers: PM me an email address for Mrs. Flipper in case I chose her. She should check it and NOT tell Mr. Flipper whether or not I contacted her, just to keep things fair.

changeling

Sacrificial Loon has joined us.

I will write up the initial script and when I'll check if anyone else has joined us. I will then close the "door" and notify the murderer.

Bumble Bee

oooohhhh can I play???

BB

Abandoned

Are there strict rules or do we kind of make it up as we go along?

changeling

It was dark an cold night in the woods of Vermont. Emperess Changeling invited some of her closest friends for a weekend in the country.

Her estate was reminiscent of a European castle. The furnishings were of high quality and great esthetic beauty but restrained, even austere.

The Empresses butler, nvrgnbk, greated the guests as they arrived. He was once a great thinker and a charming man, but a freak construction accident had left him brain damaged. He was not but a shadow of himself, but he was still useful for domestic tasks.

Nvr escorted each guest to his or her well appointed room.The bed chambers were all on the second floor of the castle. Each bedroom had it's ouw private bath.

The first to arrive were Mr. and Mrs. Flipper, a hippie couple from California the the Empress had met in college.

"Check out these digs Mr. Flipper! Changeling must be loaded!"

"Yes, darling, she is. Remember, she maried that return visito dude and when he died she disovered he owned half of New Orleans."

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