[hr][hr][center][h3][color=E3867F][b]Peregrine Mayfield[/b][/color][/h3]
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[b][color=E3867F]Location:[/color][/b] Mansion -> Victorian London
[b][color=E3867F]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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Perry couldn't quite hold in her excitement as she let out a low squeal while Mira set up the game. She absolutely loved Sherlock Holmes. Even as a child she would gravitate towards mysteries. Nancy Drew. The Hardy Boys. Even Goosebumps to an extent, though that was more horror. To be able to set foot in the world of Holmes, even in a game, well that was the dream.

Sure enough, Mira set it up and Perry followed through the door, setting foot in the London of the past. She quickly checked the map and suspects provided. Very much still Clue (or Cluedo being in England and all). She sort of hoped she was the murderer. Enough to get the blood pumping trying to hide your own crimes. Plus, very rarely, did the villain get away. And people loved a villain.

[color=E3867F]"I say, splendid dahling. The bee's knees! And a what for and all that jazz!"[/color] She had no idea what she was saying but damn if it wasn't fun to say.