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Château de La Lune

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Constance Monroe

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Location:Château de La Lune - Outside -> Foyer
Skills: N/A

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Constance was a bit glad that it seemed that idea of trying to search the La Lune's rooms was discarded for the moment. She could be graceful, elegant, but sneaky and snoopy? Those were not her greatest qualities, despite what some might think of her. Talking to others, however, she could do. She could be charming, warm, and receptive. It had served her well, and hopefully it could get some of the La Lune's to open to them.

"I don't mind seeking out and speaking to Jeanne. If she was concerned about Miguel, then she might truly have no idea what is going on, or a very good actor." She hadn't really interacted much with any of the La Lune's, but she would take Tony's cue on which one to talk to first. Also talking to one of the younger ones, maybe around her own age or so, might be a bit easier than trying to talk to one of the older ones first.

As they headed back to the house, she kept close to Tony and paused as he asked her that question. "Everyone is hiding something. We know that. But... tragedy makes for strange bed fellows. It is a hesitant trust until we have more information." She whispered back to him and leaned in closer. "I do trust you, but I am also aware you were with me all night. I don't need to know your secrets, those are your to keep."

Once they reached the house, Constance sighed as she looked at her boots. "Drat, I really liked these ones too... Oh. Towels!" She reached for one and gently started to use it to dry off her hair, which was probably beyond ruin at that point. She would have to fix it later.

"Shall we grab some lunch first?" She looked up to Tony, and then offered him a small smile.

Camp Lava Lake

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Marco DePaulo

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Location: Camp Lava Lake - Main Hall and Kitchen
Skills: N/A

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Marco had to laugh as Emily pretended to eat his kiss. He caught her kiss and tucked it in his back pocket, clearly for later. He sighed as he turned back to the flat top and set to work. As he was getting ready to flip the bacon, Aster burst in and started to complain about the state of things.

"Aster, they have to put out mattresses for how many counselors and campers? I doubt they could afford what you're use to for all of them, darling. As for rats, that's unsurprising. They're everywhere... I'm sure we can ask Dobbs for some rat killer if we put it on the list and leave out traps for them. I have been told I can ask for some nice food if I cook for Dobbs." Marco had to chuckle still at that, as he was already planning quite the menu for the six, well seven, of them over the following week. Who knew the crotchety old man had a soft spot for good food?

"Oh? Proud? Aster, what good deed did you do? Helped get those two together? Well, good on you~ I had hoped to snack on the dark haired one a little... but if Zeke and Demi are now together, whom am I to intrude. As for how the masses do this every day, Aster, we try to focus on what gets us through the day. Like for now, I'm planning on sneaking out with Em later for some alone time. I doubt we're going to get much of it once the little campers are here, and I want to take advantage of the fact that once it's night, Dobbs is gone and well, Em smuggled in some of her good stuff." Marco chuckled as he turned back to the flat top and started to slide on the bread.

"I figure you're going to want some of the quiche I made, but do remind me, Aster dear, how do you take your eggs?"

Camp Lava Lake

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Marco DePaulo

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Location: Camp Lava Lake - Main Hall and Kitchen
Skills: N/A

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Marco was humming to himself, a bit sad the kitchen didn't have a radio, but he doubted that Dobb's would make that kind of expense for him, or anyone else where. Maybe he could ask someone if they had a walkman or something he could borrow, but he would ask about that later. For now, the silence was overwhelming. He was so use to having Emily in the kitchen with him, or the radio playing, that the silence bugged him. Sure, there was the sounds of nature out there, but silence was always something that bugged Marco.

He looked up as he heard Em and smiled a bit. "Really? All I have to do is cook nice food and he'll get me nice stuff off the books? Sounds like a sweet deal to me. If he gets me some good steaks and some decent seafood I can do some good surf and turf for all of us one night. You know how good my shrimp can be. Also maybe some fresh veggies just for the week? All they have for the campers is frozen stuff." Marco brightened up at the idea of having access to some nicer food for the whole week they had before anyone else arrived.

"Have fun with Nancy and if you see anything interesting, remember it to show me later, okay? I'll ring the bell in a bit!" Marco blew Emily a kiss back and melted a bit. That woman was really one of the best damn things in his life, and he didn't know what he would do without her.

He turned back to the flattop and started it up and then checked on the quiches. They were coming along well, so it was probably time to start up the toast and bacon. Eggs would be quick, compared to everything else. "Alright then... lets get to frying."

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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Location: Professor Mikkail's Sitting Room -> Library
Grimoire: N/A
Skills: N/A

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Willow managed to catch up with the others, and sighed softly as she kept a bit of distance as the others spoke. She could tell that Nicky and Cal were talking about something, until Cassie asked something as well. Willow had to chuckle to herself a bit, and focused up. As much as she wanted to have a moment alone with Cassie, once they reached the library it seemed that it was time to be serious. She gently set her bag down on a table, and gently shifted Luna to her shoulder.

The moth was clearly a little irritated at all the language earlier it had to read, and couldn't make sense of and was pouting a bit on Willow's shoulder. Willow reached up and patted her back softly, silently promising her all the treats she could eat later. As Cal spoke, dividing up tasks, Willow nodded. "Sure, we can go try to find something. I can't promise much though." She shrugged a bit at that and headed off into the stacks.

The books swirled into her mind as she headed towards the history section, with the most recent history being on display first. She was admittedly curious to learn more about the history outside of her beloved forest, but that would have to be for another time. For the day, she had to focus on Heinrich Krammer and his infamous book, or supposedly infamous book. Willow knew she was missing a chunk of context there, and would have to study more about the witch hunts...

As her mind turned to that, her magic began to swirl around her, threads crossing and connecting in a dizzying tapestry of color, sound, and scents, the cacophony of heartbeats and the waves of emotions rolling across her minds eye until it settled down and in her hands she held two threads, both lead the way to the history section. She could follow the threads and paused as she held onto them and felt them diverge, and found herself at what was almost an impossible choice.

One thread was too perfect. The final breaths of Heinrick Krammer were calling to her. A journal perhaps? But the second... the fire was lapping at her skin again, and she could hear that same sizzling from the night before. A woman... being burned alive. The roar of the pyre was deafening, and it shook Willow to her core. After the vision she had from that candy last night, the second thread was begging to be followed.

Willow stood there, the threads in her hands, and knew the second she followed one, the other would be lost to her. But which to chose? Her coven project, or her personal one?

She took a deep breath and then dropped the thread of the poor woman being burned alive. "Another day, I promise. I am so sorry... but I cannot fail them on the first day." She whispered as the thread vanished, and the roar of the fire died down, and all she could hear were the final breaths of a dying Krammer. She followed the thread until she found it... a journal tucked away into the history section. As she tugged it out, the name was there, as clear as day. Henricus Institoris, or Heinrick Krammer. "
Found you."

Château de La Lune

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Constance Monroe

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Location:Château de La Lune - Outside
Skills: N/A

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Constance listened as everyone spoke, spinning their own theories, and throwing out things like holding seances to talk to Miguel. She had to internally scoff at that idea, because the dead didn't talk. If they could, she was sure she would have heard from her father ages ago. Or someone else at least. Maybe her grandmother?

She pushed those thoughts aside and pursed her lips a bit and leaned up against Tony, and held up the umbrella as the rain started to hammer down upon them again. Everyone's theory had a little weight to it, and it did make the most sense that there was more than one person in on this. Especially with both Renee's body being out in the open, and Miguel's hidden. One spoke to someone that thought it out, one spoke to someone desperate to hide something as fast as possible. If they hadn't gotten the ping on Miguel's location, they might not have found him at all.

"Splitting up seems fine, as it makes sense for events like this. If we also want to split up the family, how do we search their rooms safely? We can't just assume that all of them are out and about." Constance wasn't sure how she felt about ransacking through people's rooms, but what other option did they have at that point. If they wanted to figure out what was going on at Chateau de la Lune, and do it before someone else turned up dead, they needed to do something.

"I also agree, we should head inside. I'm pretty sure I just heard thunder and I do not wish to be outside in a lightning storm." Constance turned around and went to head inside, keeping close to Tony once more.

Château de La Lune

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Constance Monroe

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Location:Château de La Lune - Outside
Skills: N/A

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Constance moved up against Tony as he moved back to her side and leaned up against him. Elenore was an easy suspect, but she couldn't be alone. Constance doubted she strangled Miguel on her own, and Renee? Maybe. However it was hard to figure out who else would be involved if not Lawrence, but maybe it was all of them at this point. It would be easy enough for the family to be part of something like "The Most Dangerous Game" kind of situation. Invite a group of people to their private island and then take them out one by one. Constance shivered at that idea and bit her lip.

Ralph brought up everyone getting a note and Constance paused. "Ah, I didn't get a note. Only photos. And I burned them all. There was nothing written on them anyways. They... knew what the photos implied would be enough for me. Did everyone here get a note with their blackmail? Goodness. Someone was efficient in gathering their information then." Constance didn't feel bad for telling the truth about how she received her blackmail and how she had disposed of them. Sure, the photos had only been of significance to her, but their existence was still bad enough.

"If we suspect Elenore, then do we want to look at Richard since well... he is her husband? Maybe finding out that he had a secret daughter, or a daughter that well... could ruin many things might have scared them both? Or do we want to look at the children?"

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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Location: Professor Mikkail's Sitting Room
Grimoire: N/A
Skills: N/A

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Willow simply nodded at what the professor said. "My Tia said they made typewriters for braille, which I can read. So yes, if we can procure one, that would help with my notes immensely. I guess for today, I will ask my coven for help, and in the future, hopefully a machine can aid me." Willow really did hope that someone would be willing to help her with notes that day, but she realized her choice was going to be limited to Cal or Cassie, since Nicky seemed to be still... angry. Emotions were hard to tell through Luna sometimes, and she didn't wish to presume, or ask him how he was feeling. They had gotten close the night before but it wasn't the same as she had felt with Cal, or Cassie.

She watched as Nicky left and turned to the professor as he spoke. She nodded and then sighed a bit. "Divination is tricky, and cryptic. I do know that. Unfortunately it doesn't like to leave me alone. It bogs me down, quite often. I... I have visions that come to me even when I try not to have them. I even had one last night that I'm trying to untangle. It is... my price. That is what I was told by my Tia. I use my tools to try to clear it up, but it is not easy. I will probably go to the library, consult the runes and try to figure out where to go but..."

She pause for a moment. Dare she ask him about her vision from last night, either of them? Probably not. He had already warned her about divination. Those two she would have to untangle and figure out the meaning of probably on her own. Maybe someone would be willing to help, but she wasn't sure. "Thank you. I will see you later." She smiled before she gathered up her items and headed towards the library, after the others. She just hoped she wasn't too far behind.

Camp Lava Lake

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Marco DePaulo

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Location: Camp Lava Lake - Main Hall and Kitchen
Skills: N/A

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Marco gave Em a kiss on the cheek once they got to the main hall and Dobbs pointed out where the kitchen was. It seemed that he was the only one headed that way for the moment, which he was fine with. It gave him some time to think about what he was going to make for the group as well as some time to calm down. Usually Emily was the hot head of the two of them, but some of the shit Dobbs had said had really pissed him off. Sure, Dobbs didn't know the truth, and he doubted Dobbs rightly cared, but it just pissed him off. It wasn't like he had decided to piss away his future. It was because someone decided that they didn't like the color of his skin, and being reminded of that just made Marco's blood boil every time. No one in the court system had wanted to listen to him, not even his own goddamn lawyer.

He took a deep breath and started to look around. He was going to make the best goddamn brunch to give them energy for cleaning up this old crusty camp. Then he'd also start prepping for lunch and dinner as well. Demi's comment about mac and cheese had given him a few ideas for lunch and dinner, and he suspected that making a bastardization of his grandma's gumbo wouldn't be amiss for them. They probably didn't have seafood but they had to have some kind of sausage, right?

He started to look around and pulled out cartons of eggs, packages of fresh bacon, as well as bread, and some puff pasty he found in the freezer. A quiche sounded perfect. He started digging around and noticed a limited number of fresh vegetables and sighed. He then went over to the freezer again and pulled out a package of frozen vegetables. It did make sense, this was a summer camp. They wouldn't really stock perishables like fruits and vegetables like that with the numbers they expected. He was lucky it was mostly frozen, rather than canned. The horrors of canned vegetable surprise that his father told him about made him gag.

He started up the oven, and lined several round dishes with the puffed pastry, and then started to whip up the egg filling, while separating out the bacon. The flat top would be perfect for cooking bacon and toast, as well as some plain eggs in case anyone was a picky eater. He wasn't sure about everyone's there food preference, so he would give them some choice. He did pause as he thought he heard his name, but brushed it off as he set about his work.

Strange Academy: Journey into Mystery

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Location: Professor Mikkail's Sitting Room
Grimoire: N/A
Skills: N/A

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Willow ran her fingers over the notebook in her hands, letting her fingers trace over the letters as the awkwardness of Nicky and Professor Mikkail's encounter hung in the air. She did feel a bit awkward that she had no idea about the tome, and also the fact she wanted to do something to comfort Nicky even a little, even if she wasn't sure he'd want that at the moment. Things had been so much simpler the night before.

She watched as the chalk was started to move across the board, and both her and Luna were confused. This was not a language they knew, and in such a shaky way that it made Willow's head hurt a bit. She had Luna look away, as it was hurting them both at that point. She listened as the Professor spoke and thought to herself. How was something that the others attested was nothing but trouble could also be something that helped witches and warlocks?

She looked up as the chalk finished scratching across the board and when Luna looked up they saw the single word in English. Her brows furrowed under her veil, and she curled up more on the chair she was sitting in.

"I... could try asking the runes. Card are too tricky with a quandary like that. But research might be also a good place to start, though I don't know how much help I can be. Also is... there a way for me to take notes, like one of those typing machines? Writing is... not something that comes easy for me."

She saw that Cal was already standing, and could hear that Cassie was shifting, and guessed that she would want to follow him. She wasn't sure if she should follow along, or if she should just try to figure out her own way of note taking, and figuring out her vision from the night before and talking to the runes. There was also the other visions she had received the night before due to the candy she needed to sort through. She frowned a bit as she thought of those, especially of the voice demanding to be found. That worried her the most out of anything.

Château de La Lune

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Constance Monroe

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Location:Château de La Lune - Outside
Skills: N/A

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Constance was trying to pull herself together, trying to listen as the others came up with more rational theories and explanations. However, it was hard to fight with the irrational part of her mind, as well as trying to calm herself down as she was facing some of her own personal trauma for the second time that same day. To her, it still made sense. However, Tony and the others were probably correct. It was too easy to point the finger at Lawrence, and call it a day.

She started to take deep breaths, calming herself down even as she kept her back to Miguel. She heard Sam say that they should rebury him and her breathing faltered for a moment. The logic was sound, but to leave him there? In the cold ground while they continued to look around for more clues? It seemed so... cruel. Logical, but cruel.

"So... we follow the blackmail then. Do we know more about it than it was there when we arrived, and each of us had a piece of blackmail when we arrived? Or is that everything we know about it? Does anyone know what Renee or Miguel might have been blackmailed about?" Constance was still shuddering a bit and trying to calm herself down, but it was hard. What was their next move, besides reburying the poor body of Miguel? There was no way she was going to be revealing what they were blackmailing her about.

She realized that she had been clutching her hands tightly and finally let go of them, and felt the rivulets of blood running down her palm. She looked down to see that she had dug her nails in so deeply, and the hid her hands behind her back. No one had to see what she had done.