AuntFlavia

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Just look at Clue the Movie.

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I don't have an actual suspect yet, really. I just like throwing suspicion around for fun.

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Yeah, that game takes a few tries to get it right. Hopefully that's not the case with this RP. :p

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I've done both; being a cylon is more fun. And easier. The few time's I've been able to round up enough people to play, one of them always accidentally reveals that they were a cylon somehow. -_-

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George tried his best to suppress his smile at Royal's theatrics when he declined to smoke. It helped that he quite agreed with the young man. When he continued on to say that his niece and nephew adored George's show, he was flooded with pride and gratitude towards Royal for telling him. It always felt damn good to know that there were kids out there who enjoyed watching you work, though of course to George it hardly felt like work. Some of the more serious actors in his profession, especially ones who started with theater like he had, would probably hate the kind of silly role he did but he always found it fun and rewarding.

Then Royal told him about his profession, another actor, and showed him a picture of a movie he was doing. It sounded rather disturbing to George, but he'd seen scary movies before and some of them were well worth watching. “I'll have to see it when it comes out.” he smiled, “My nerves may be weaker than most, but I love a good story and good characters. Well, you certainly picked a good place to do some method acting. It feels like this place hasn't been lived in for quite a few decades.”

Just then the butler from earlier showed up; he looked a bit worn out and tired. Probably from carrying his employer's bags up to his room. It was then that George suddenly became aware of his own luggage that he'd set down on the floor next to him. Glancing at them, he said to the little group he was talking to. “I'm sorry, Max and I should probably get our bags to our rooms or we'll have to sit on them during dinner. Until later.” With that George nodded to Maxwell behind him, who lifted up his own bags and followed George, who in turn followed the rather young maid upstairs. So young in fact, that she might be young enough to have seen his show. He decided to test this out when they reached their rooms. “Thank you, my dear.” He said graciously and gave her a quirky thumbs up, a trademark of Mister Wilby's which he imitated exactly as he did on the show. If she had recognized him, she either didn't care or was too nervous to show it. He shrugged it off as he trudged into their room and she shuffled away to help other guests. Some peace and quiet for now would be welcome. Maybe they could find time to head back down and meet more of the guests before the bell rang.

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You misdirected first, so the suspicion is on you, hah! (I feel like I'm playing BSG the board game, instead of cylons we get killers)

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Hey, don't look at me. If anyone were the killer-who-isn't-actually-a-killer-yet, I'd think that it would be someone who most people overlook...like a butler for instance.

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I get the feeling Gates has a big 'kill me first' sign stuck to his back.

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The sudden slap on George's back startled him greatly. He had seen the man from earlier approaching but he hadn't expected the sharp physical contact. After the clearly wealthy man began to insult the dignity of the other guests, George disagreed as politely as he could. “I like to think of it as Geoff having a wide circle of friends.” He said this as the other man very nearly wrung George's hand dry in a strong handshake. As he pulled out cigars from their box and boasted about their price, George's heart jumped into his throat. It wasn't just the extravagant price of the cigars that embarrassed him, but the fact that he knew that he had to turn it down. He suddenly felt envious of Silas, who had maneuvered his way out of the awkward situation.

“I'm...so sorry, I'm afraid I don't smoke.” George said, attempting to hand the cigar back to him; it was incredibly difficult to tell the man's age, partly because of his frankly ridiculous facial hair. Just then, one of the newly arrived stars approached them, telling them his name and announcing his wealth like everyone else seemed to be doing. “Very nice to meet you, Mr. Van Der Holt, I'm George Marrack.” He thought about introducing Maxwell, who he knew was standing right behind him, but then he knew Maxwell would be getting sick of the social niceties. He also knew that Max wouldn't take to these kind of people, but this Royal Van Der Holt seemed like a nice enough fellow. George wasn't sure about Mr. Moneybags, though.

Royal had just asked how they knew Geoff, and George was just grateful to get away from the cigar faux pas as quickly as possible. “We're friends; I met him during a shoot for my show.” George was feeling a bit brave at the moment. Everyone else seemed to be showing off their money, so he thought he might show off what he was proud of. “You might have seen it if you have children, it's called Without My Socks. I play Mister Wilby, the storyteller, so I kind of host and narrate the show. My character, he lives with all of his sock puppet friends and they go on adventures and learn. The kids love it.” When he was done, George's mood fell back down to sheepish as he realized how silly it sounded when he said it out loud to these people. When he was talking to kids, it sounded perfectly natural, but not here among millionaires. He could practically feel Max rolling his eyes behind him, though if George looked back he would see the exact opposite. In truth, Maxwell was quite proud. “Ah, well, what do you two do?” George continued, trying to climb out of the hole he dug for himself. “I admit I've heard your name before Mr. Van Der Holt, but I'm afraid I can't say where. I'm not good at keeping up with the news.”

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Oh god, Gates. *facepalm* What a jerk. XD I'll post first thing tomorrow morning.