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[h3][color=e7cd90][b]5:50 PM - Thursday, July 17th, 2025 - Château de La Lune, France[/b][/color][/h3]  
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[url=https://i.imgur.com/nUOttnn.jpg]Elenore La Lune[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/B7xTb1N.jpg]Richard La Lune[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/9P1MJod.jpg]Agatha La Lune[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/uKShMXQ.jpg]George La Lune[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/DBv6k9z.jpg]Beatrice La Lune[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/38rDBwZ.jpg]Lawrence La Lune[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/Z2EXOco.jpg]Nathan La Lune[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/dCXpQPS.jpg]Elizabeth La Lune[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/qVWDMTv.jpg]Gabrielle La Lune[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/oQDUgZq.jpg]Jeanne La Lune[/url]
[url=https://i.imgur.com/YlXlI3M.jpg]Lena La Lune[/url]
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Dinner concluded. Elenore stood, “Thank you all for that, interesting dinner.” The slight pauses before and after interesting added stress to the word. She didn’t seem upset by it, a small amused smile rather than anything resembling the anger she had been showing during the early part of dinner. Maybe the wine she had been drinking had cooled her mood. 

“We shall reconvene in the bar across the foyer at 6:30.” Elenore then swept out of the room. As soon as she was out, George leaned over to Nathan and whispered to him in French. Nathan frowned and asked a question. After George’s response, Nathan stood and nodded. He patted George on the shoulder and left the room. 

Renee leaned over to Richard, [color=#fdd3d5]”Thank you for sharing the sauce with me.”[/color] She winked and stood. [color=#fdd3d5]”Oh, and Sam, if you’d like to talk more about allowing children to have knives, let me know.”[/color] She grinned as she left the room wondering what she would do while waiting for the next event. 

The other La Lunes stood and dispersed, either heading straight to the bar, or upstairs to their room. Beatrice was an outlier by entering the kitchen, and Jeanne entered the solarium carrying her last glass of wine. 

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[center][h1][color=dae8c1]Ralph[/color][/h1]  
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[color=dae8c1]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune: Dining Room
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Ralph felt stuffed with food and like he had drunk too much wine. He hadn’t even finished all the glasses, but that last one hit harder than the others. He stood a little wobbly-legged. [color=dae8c1]”Meet me where we met.”[/color] He whispered to Sam. First, he needed to swing by his room. He wanted to tell Sam what he had learned from Miguel during dinner, but he also really needed to pee. 

As Ralph left the dining room, he saw Nathan grabbing a jacket from the hall closet and heading outside. From the brief flash of outside that he saw, it looked dark and windy. Ralph hoped that it wouldn’t get any worse than that. He hurried up the stairs to his room.