[hr][hr] [center][h1][color=63142b]Millicent[/color][/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/fogYvWS.png[/img] [hr] [color=63142b]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Dining Room [color=63142b]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center] [hr][hr] Millicent had tried to enjoy the rest of the dinner, but things were sort of spiraling beyond control. Granted it probably started when that pompous jackass made a rude comment towards Ivanna and then in reference ot Miguel, which then, of course, led to Miguel decking the man and him leaving in a fit, while everyone else sat there and ate and drank. This was beyond wild. And no one was saying anything. If this were any other award-type deal, Millicent was sure the behavior demonstrated here, by multiple people, would surely put them on the lower end of receiving it, if not outright telling them to leave. So what was different about this one? Millicent overheard the conversation between family members. So nominations were a thing. Anyone in the family could nominate someone but it was the matriarch, Elenore, who ultimately decided who to invite. That sent little pinpricks across Millicent’s skin. It stood to reason then that someone in the family nominated her, which meant they knew who she was and, if the note in her room was any indication, knew more than she ever wanted to admit. Millicent wondered if the other invitees were in similar situations. Wouldn’t it be just a coincidence if all of them had somethign to hide and all were conveniently invited to this fancy mansion to have their secrets revealed under threat. Millicent looked over at the one woman, Jeanne, after she spoke to the pilot. [color=63142b]”With all due respect, I think we are past privacy since we are all here and are clearly here for the reason suggested in the invitation, so what harm could there be to know who nominated us?”[/color] Millicent glanced around, trying to use her social deduction skills and pay attention to any body language shifts. If they wouldn’t tell her who nominated her vocally, perhaps they would non-verbally. [color=63142b]”I agree with him, as much as I appreciate the invitation and the time away, it is rather suspicious to have heard very little of this whole thing.”[/color] Jeanne looked down the table glancing at Elenore. She didn't seem to be paying attention to them. “Well, I only know who I nominated anyway. I don't know who nominated you.” She seems to be trying to tell Millicent more than what she could. Millicent couldn’t read anyone at the moment and that was frustrating. Though was Jeanne implying Elenore nominated her? If so, why? Was she a fan of magic or was there more underneath the surface. Either way, Elenore shot straight up her suspect list. She turned her attention to the handsome pilot who expressed some concern over this whole thing. Perhaps he was a kindred spirit in suspicion. [color=63142b]”I am sorry, I never introduced myself to you either. Mllicent. You said you were a pilot?”[/color] She tried to hide her tone, but so far it seemed Ralph was the most deserving for career alone. She included herself, as much as she prided herself on her abilities. A magician, a drag queen, and two ghost hunters didn’t seem deserving of a nomination, much less an award. Ralph took a quick sip of his wine and then reached around Sam to offer a hand for Millicent to shake. [color=dae8c1]”Hello, I'm Ralph. Yes, I'm a pilot. Pleasure to meet you.”[/color] Millicent shook hands. [color=63142b]”Yes, same. So what do you think about all this? Feel free to be honest. Apparently, we can do no wrong.”[/color] Ralph laughed, [color=dae8c1]”Apparently anything short of murder. Or using HP sauce. I don't even know what that is.”[/color] He leaned back into his chair and tapped his chin thinking. [color=dae8c1]”Honestly, I'm weirded out by this whole thing. Part of me wishes I had stayed home. But too late. I'm here. Hopefully, that's just nerves and not anything really bad gonna happen.”[/color] Millicent nodded, thankful she had it right. Ralph was suspicious too. She made a note to talk to him more without other ears listening in. [color=63142b]”Yeah, this does give off murder mystery vibes. Ah well.”[/color] Millicent returned to her drink, careful about letting anything else slip out. Thus far she had gotten to know a few of the other nominees and family members. It was a regular smorgasbord of personality types clashing. Surely this many would pop off at some point (punch to the face aside). She was waiting for the other shoe to drop.