Millicent

Location: Château de La Lune: Dining Room
Skills: Secret
Finishing her conversation with Sam, Millicent caught the tale end of the dancer’s final point regarding stage production and felt her eyes on her. Was there judgement there, or understanding?
Whatever the case was it seemed the people gathered came from all walks of life. Different careers, different life experiences that led them to their careers. She noted one of the other men at the table, one she hadn’t addressed. He seemed to be assessing everyone here, much like she did. Perhaps he would have insight into all of this going down.
”We all seem to be interrogating each other, so pardon me, but what are your thoughts? I’m Millicent by the way, magician.” She paid careful attention to him. While the others were varying degrees of readable, she felt he would be more challenging. Perhaps someone detailed-oriented who knew to keep things close to his chest.
The man seemed not to notice she was talking to him for a moment, but then turned to return her gaze, several seats to his right. ”Tony, surgeon,” he replied, swirling his wine and taking a sip before continuing. ”As for my thoughts, I think this has been a lovely dinner. The steak was excellent, the wine was great even if I’m not much of a wine drinker, and this tiramisu is some of the best I’ve had. What do you think?” he countered, taking a bite of tiramisu as he finished.
Millicent narrowed her eyes almost imperceptibly, trying to read the man. How does one experience a dinner with a wide range of characters, actual violence, and clear secrets and comment on the tiramisu, as delicious as it was?
But she couldn’t quite grasp anything from him. Like an invisible wall was put up and nothing could penetrate it. ”Yes, dinner was lovely. Best I’ve had in a long while. And quite lively conversation here, wouldn’t you agree?” She would keep an eye on Tony here. He would either prove to be a great ally or a formidable foe.
Again there was a brief moment before Tony answered, but this time it clearly wasn’t that he hadn’t noticed her question; he was watching her as closely as she watched him. ”Certainly. From start to finish, this has definitely been a dinner like none other. If we can expect more of the same for the rest of the weekend, then I don’t think this will be a trip any of us will ever forget.” He took another sip of wine, seemingly at ease with the situation as he held her gaze. Or was he? She couldn’t tell.
The two stared each other down as if a battle of wits was being waged through thought and osmosis. Millicent wanted to know more but didn’t feel dessert was the best for interrogation. Perhaps after a few more drinks Dr. Tony would be more open.
Her mind wandered again. The whole ordeal was opening up something inside of her. A concern that this trip was more than she or anyone here bargained for and that included the La Lune family. Their own drama aside, though not all the way, the colorful assortment of characters gathered here, the blackmail note in her bedroom, the tension built, the subtle and not-so-subtle glances between people seated here, rubbed her the wrong way. She had half a mind to ask to be taken out of the competition and go back home. She would lose the money, but wouldn’t it save her trouble in the long run.
But she had a creeping feeling. The note she received confirmed a fear she long held and one she was desperate to figure out. Someone here was toying with her and, given the nature of the dinner alone, was perhaps toying with others.
Was Sam as innocent as he appeared or was it a mask he put on so people paid him little attention?
Is Tony as laid-back as he appears or is there an undercurrent of something more sinister he doesn’t want anyone finding out?
Miguel appeared kind, but he also punched a man. Albeit a homophobe, but the rise to violence immediately could be cause for concern.
Renee appeared sweet. .A preschool teacher of all people. But didn’t the nice person often hold a dark secret?
Ralph offered little about himself, which given the fact they were al strangers didn’t mean much, but was he hiding the fact he knew more about them all than he led them to believe?
Ivanna Slay, a figure used to putting on a costume and show for others. How easy would it be to continue the show outside of the stage to hide what your real intentions were?
Constance appeared like a woman who was used to getting what she wanted. What if she wanted them here for ill intention? Constance was one she felt the strongest connection to, though that wasn’t necessarily a good thing.
Rhiannon, admittedly, the person she knew the least about, but what she heard gave her some pause. And the way she looked at her. Was it curiosity or something more?
Either way, Millicent didn’t want to leave. Not yet. She needed answers and she had a feeling the night was far from over.