[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/GdjULKa.png[/img] [hr][hr] [h3][color=e7cd90][b] 5:30 PM - Friday, July 18th, 2025 - Château de La Lune, France[/b][/color][/h3] [hr] [@PatientBean][@TheMaster99][@KazAlkemi][@Trainerblue192][@kittyluna45][@KTostada] [/center][hr][hr] [hider=La Lune Family] [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] [/hider] [hr] “He just wants to return to London,” Elenore says London with disdain. One of the few clear emotions she has shown. “It is nice here. This has been in my family for several generations. My father is the one who brought it into the brilliance you see here. Without him the La Lune family would have gone into obscurity long ago. We owe it to his legacy to continue this vineyard and his award ceremony.” This she says with pride. As if all the work her father had put into the vineyard was her own. [hr] Jeanne’s plate had been cleared and she was sitting reading a book. She glanced up when Tony and Constance entered. “Hello.” She paused for a moment and then smiled. “I don’t mind. Please sit down.” Jeanne gestured to the seats arrayed. [hr][hr] [center][h1][color=dae8c1]Ralph[/color][/h1] [img]https://i.imgur.com/KpUC8tV.png[/img] [hr] [color=dae8c1]Location[/color]: Château de La Lune [color=dae8c1]Skills[/color]: N/A [/center] [hr][hr] “Got it in one,” Lena acknowledged Sam’s comment about her being tech savvy. “As for how I believe he killed someone, one sec.” She turned her attention back to her computer, she typed a few keywords and then turned the computer as a PDF popped up. It contained a flyer for a missing person’s report. The missing person was a young man named Pierre, he had gone missing in October of 1995. “Pierre and Lawrence worked together at a radio station back in the day. They had a contentious relationship. I’ve listened to hours of tapes of them at work and,” she whistled. “It was nasty. The next part is hearsay but Lawrence was heard by another coworker off air telling Pierre that he'd kill him. Importantly is the night that Pierre went missing Lawrence ended up in the hospital with a head injury. After that he was basically unemployable. His personality supposedly shifted. I don’t know about that, from what I can tell he’s always been a creep and a prick, but after that head injury, which he claimed was from a bar fight, but they never found the other guy, he couldn’t hold down any job. He ended up just mooching off of family and that’s how he has been my whole life.” [color=dae8c1] “Let me get this straight, you think he killed Pierre, but got the head injury during the fight with him or something?”[/color] “They never found Pierre. He is still listed as officially missing, but the case is so cold they won’t touch it anymore. This was thirty years ago. Before I was even born. So, I can only give you my theory. But I’m sure I’m right.” [color=dae8c1] “Why did the head injury make him unemployable?”[/color] Lena sighs at that question. “He’s a basket case. You saw how volatile he was at dinner and after. Could you imagine trying to work with him?”