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@hagroden I'll be making a post tonight and the outcome of the roll will determine whether or not Alex can get to the roof. There are some rather special things about the upper floors of this hotel. For example, while Andromeda lives on the fifth floor and there is an attic, there are more floors in between. The hotel has seven floors and an attic in total.

@Nallore And from the end of Nallore's post, it shows her on the fourth floor with the intent of following Alex. Since Alex was attempting to go from the fourth floor to the roof of the hotel in his last post, everything looks fine.
@hagroden@Nallore GM weighing in here. All you know is that the kid vanished on the fourth floor. The fifth floor is Andromeda's private quarters. Emmie and Alex will be able to proceed to the fourth floor -- what happens next will be determined in my next round of updates.
@Nallore@Pundii@Witch Cat@hagroden

Update will come tomorrow night, after the midterm exam stress is over. ^_^ As a note on the child running up the attic -- she's a GM controlled NPC. Any further actions for the child will only be considered to have happened if the GM expressly stated them. Her CS will go up once you discovery who she is.


Nora Kingston

Location: Garden City - Apartment 301 Maratos Building at No.6 Walda Pasha


The bell continued to toll, and Nora set down the paper in irritation. If there was one thing that Miss Kingston did cherish in the world, it was peace and quiet. The din of the bell interrupted her each and every thought, to the extent that she could not ponder any further the meaning of the Nobel Prize pamphlet that had been distributed to her.

They're going to be heard in London with such noise, Nora thought to herself, leaning back on the sofa for a moment. She wished that she could feel tired, but that evening, she felt more of an insomniac than ever before. The bell tolled relentlessly, and Nora knew that it would be a day if the culprit was not apprehended. She shut her eyes, but her mind would not quiet, and the racket outside did not decrease. Her eye twitched in annoyance, and Spot, seemingly understanding Nora's distress, brushed his head against her hand.

But instead of winning affection from his mistress, he only caused her pain, for his nostril had rubbed her wounded hand. Nora nearly pulled her hair out from pain and frustration, when seemingly learning of her plights, the universe decided to further complicate her situation. A gnawing hunger, unlike any she had ever known before, spread through her. She ate the normal proportions of an English lady at the most--never did she indulge in anything more. Nora's mother praised the quality in her, though it brought out concern in her brother Ethan. Nora herself likened it as a souvenir of her childhood illness--a lack of appetite.

Regardless, this evening had proven absolutely monstrous. Nora rose from the couch, and allowed her hunger to guide her thoughts, searching the kitchen for some nourishment. She smiled wryly at the thought that perhaps her hunger was connected to her injury. It was a foolish and fantastical notion, she knew.

Yet she could not deny that the fantastical seemed ever the more real.
I'll have my relation sheets finished after my midterm tomorrow! :)
@Nallore Sounds good ^^

@Pundii@hagroden@Witch Cat: Do try to get your posts up soon as well!
@Nallore Yup! Everyone is free to post, as long as you've got one relation in your relation sheet




The sun has hardly risen in the Massachusetts sky, but the town of Coventry is already abuzz with activity. The Captain of the Coventry Police Department, Norman Holder, has assembled a small task force to apprehend the murderer of Sal Aldrich and Fiodora Valeska. It took detectives far longer than he liked, but he had finally obtained proof that Folly Valeska, the daughter of the second victim, was responsible for all of the acts. His unit was tasked with bringing the suspect in, and a press conference had already been scheduled.

That was at six hundred hours. By nine hundred hours, when the press' flash photography was practically blinding Captain Holder, Folly Valeska had not been apprehended. The task force returned empty handed, with the girl's father, Boris, proving to be no help at all. Grieving widow and whatnot. It was understandable. But with his hands curled into fists, the broad shouldered man faced an onslaught of press questions.

"At six hundred hours, an arrest warrant was issued for Folly Rozalia Valeska," Captain Holder announced gruffly, momentarily quieting the barrage of questions. "At this moment, the suspect is at large, and is to be considered armed and dangerous. Do not approach the suspect if spotted. Instead, call the police hotline immediately. Rest assured, Valeska will be brought to justice, so help me God."

His eyes fell not on the reporters, but a solitary figure in the back. With pale skin and hair like a corpse, Captain Holder recognized Andromeda Aldrich instantly. The last of kin for Sal Aldrich. He had phoned her earlier that morning with good news--and now, the news he had was nothing but bad. If he was to be honest with himself, the longer it took them to find Valeska, the lower the chances were that they ever would. Carnies were like that. They were one with the wind. And Valeska was an acrobat, a tiny thing who flew on the trapeze. She could be in the trees, moving through the woods, for all he knew.

"A curfew will be implemented," Captain Holder added. "Police will be doing door to door searches beginning at eighteen hundred hours. Please be advised that we are taking this very seriously." His eyes flickered back to the back, searching for the familiar white hair. But Andromeda was no longer there.

"Damn it," Captain Holder muttered under his breath. But the reporter questions began to bombard him again. There was no time to go after the young woman.

Back at the hotel, things are more or less normal. Andromeda returns to the front desk while the press conference is still airing, looking a little worse for wear. She has a pile of photographs with her, and she sorts through them, with apparently no rhyme or reason to it. A child can be seen running up the stairs, vanishing curiously after the fourth floor. Anything beyond the fourth floor is closed to customers--the Aldrich family lives on the fifth.

As to whether you are at the hotel this morning, that is up to you. Perhaps you slept in. Maybe you watched the conference. Or you were there in person, listening to Captain Holder debrief the public on the latest exploits. Regardless of where you are, you may feel an eastern wind tickling your skin, and notice a heightened sense of paranoia. For a town that makes its living off of fear, the thought of a serial killer loose in its midst still carries plenty of shock value.

Oh, and my dears? There's a clue hidden in plain sight. Good luck and welcome to Coventry.
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