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[h3][color=e7cd90][b] 4:15 PM - Friday, July 18th, 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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The staff started to clean up. Those who had finished eating and had been in the room started to disperse. George stayed. Richard stood up. He looked down at Millicent, his hands shaking slightly. 

“Her mother, she was very young. So she grew up in a home,” Richard said, his voice cracked. “She didn’t have anyone.” He turned and started to walk out of the room, but he lost his balance and only caught himself by sitting back down in the chair he had just vacated. 

George stood up and went to Richard’s side. “Are you alright?” 

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“That mark on her chin is [i]why[/i] she hasn’t played in a while. She’s got a violin hickey. Her body is rejecting it. She’s been playing since she could walk, and her body decided it was time for her to be allergic to it. She literally can’t play anymore.” Jeanne’s voice was flat, hard to read. She shifted as Sam talked about the ghost hunting. Her shoulders went back slightly, even as she leaned forward toward him. 

“The stairs are a good place to start. There are a couple of places in the basement that’d be good to look at, too. I know a path to the old church, too. That place is super creepy. Lena is the only one who really watches the cameras. It isn’t like we actually have security. Just Faustus and Armel. But Armel isn’t even on the island right now.” 


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[color=dae8c1]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune
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“It wasn’t stored anywhere to my knowledge. She handwrote it.” Felix and the others were cleaning up. She glanced over but Felix waved her off. 

Ralph frowned, uncertain of what to ask next. They were sort of in the way now. He glanced over and saw George and Richard. It looked like George was comforting Richard. Ralph tilted his head. He hadn’t caught what had caused that. 

“Did you have other questions? I don’t know how much more I can help,” Juliane admitted. 

[color=dae8c1] “Do you have any idea why someone would switch people’s seats? It had to have happened before we all got downstairs right? We were let in as a group. So it had to be one of the staff or family.”[/color]

“I do not know. I am sorry. I am new here. I don’t know the family’s secrets like some of the older employees might. But I can tell you my thoughts on some of them. Lawrence, the one who was switched with Renee, is Richard and Elenore’s son. He is... rude. I think you already knew that, though. But he...” She trailed off and twisted her hands into the hem of her apron. “The agency I work through, he has hired from there before. He recognized us.”

[color=dae8c1] “Agency?”[/color] Ralph looked at her, confused. Her lips went thin.

“You are American, you have uhhh... escorts? Yes?”

Ralph blinked.