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Post by Collin1002 on Jun 22, 2022 17:38:46 GMT
"Ahaha... Something's tellin' me this ain't an elaborate birthday prank..." Aust mumbled to himself, uneasily glancing towards the other guests, his robotic hand lightly whirring as his fist clenched. "Mister Lunetti, about... how many other cops are there? Do you have any idea? We need to know everything we can about what we're dealin' with here."
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Post by Planetbox on Jun 22, 2022 18:40:38 GMT
Bones' jaw contorted slightly in a way that might have expressed unease if he had skin. "Heh...heh...that's a funny joke Leon, now stop messing around huh? C'mon man you've known me since I was barely a man and I ain't got no interest in controlling the family." he stammered. "This, this is just a party game or something right?" he said hopefully, the bloody rag from earlier and the now-smashed friendly smile of Bingus Lockheart weighing heavily on his mind. "I haven't invited you here because I'm suspicious of you," Leon explained. "I invited you all because you are my friends and trusted associates. I only later found out some of you are turncoats. Of course, I have my suspects, and people I trust more than others, but in the end it's difficult to completely discount everyone." "Now, I won't be keeping you here," he added, turning to Mona. I don't expect all the cops to be rooted out so fast...but the party's not over yet. If you were to abandon me now, you can imagine how that would reflect on your loyalty to the family." "Ahaha... Something's tellin' me this ain't an elaborate birthday prank..." Aust mumbled to himself, uneasily glancing towards the other guests, his robotic hand lightly whirring as his fist clenched. "Mister Lunetti, about... how many other cops are there? Do you have any idea? We need to know everything we can about what we're dealin' with here." "Four, I believe," Leon explained. "I know it seems hard to believe, but I found a second telelink on Lockhart's body with four unknown numbers saved. Unless reliable ol' Bingus was also sleeping around, I can only assume these numbers belong to his colleagues."
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Post by Rosa on Jun 22, 2022 19:19:11 GMT
Leslie kept quiet as Leon spoke, letting his words wash all over the partygoers. She didn't seem surprised by this revelation at all, making sure not to speak out of turn. Had Leon informed her of this in advance? It would make sense, seeing that she was so close to him. However, her eyes glimmered with pride seeing her son's determination to weed out all the cops.
"Eager to leave, are we?" She suddenly spoke at Mona's outburst. "Do you have something to hide, by any chance? If you truly have no affiliation to the police, then I would recommend staying with us. If you can concretely prove you are innocent, then everything's solved nice and well, no? Why not enjoy the celebrations a little longer? If you are lucky, maybe we can even clear this up."
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Post by Panda on Jun 22, 2022 19:21:39 GMT
"Four? This day just keeps getting better," Mercy said, angrily chewing on the cigarette holder. She eyed everyone at the two tables suspiciously. Excluding herself and Leon, there were twelve people here: as many as one in every three party guests could be an undercover cop. "Not only that, but almost anyone here could be vying for my prince's rightful position, all because of this silly 'initiation test'. Why, the rules are so lenient that even that dumb mutt could end up leading the family!"
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Post by Doctor Nanjo M.D. on Jun 22, 2022 20:04:49 GMT
"Just foirf?" A couple of Deep Rat's rats poke their heads from their hiding spots around the room. "I'sll catch dem if I aint named Izza Snitch! Foirf of da cops is nuffin I hafn't dealt wif!"
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Post by JaytheBluPirate on Jun 22, 2022 20:36:36 GMT
"Four undercover cops?" Kolton said as he looks at everyone who were present. "This won't be easy, hrmmm..."
"Is there anything else we should know, Dad?" The man inquired as he mulls over the information that was known.
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Post by pancakes on Jun 22, 2022 22:02:10 GMT
" Four? This day just keeps getting better," Mercy said, angrily chewing on the cigarette holder. She eyed everyone at the two tables suspiciously. Excluding herself and Leon, there were twelve people here: as many as one in every three party guests could be an undercover cop. "Not only that, but almost anyone here could be vying for my prince's rightful position, all because of this silly 'initiation test'. Why, the rules are so lenient that even that dumb mutt could end up leading the family!" Leo started to claw at Mercy, clearly accusing her of being a cop after taking offense at being called dumb. Fortunately, his claws were too cute to make a mark on anyone, and it felt more like a friendly rub despite the immense hatred stored in each swipe.
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Post by Panda on Jun 22, 2022 22:09:59 GMT
"Here he is, future head of the Lunetti family!" Mercy said, trying unsuccessfully to shoo him away. Even she couldn't quite bring herself to actually physically harm the little puppy.
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Post by pancakes on Jun 22, 2022 22:13:04 GMT
Leo let his puppy instincts kick in and started to vigorously lick Mercy, unable to contain his rapid tongue.
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Post by Panda on Jun 22, 2022 22:52:36 GMT
"Gaaaaaaaaah! Off, off, off!" Mercy yelled, ineffectually. So much for the serious moment.
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Post by Planetbox on Jun 22, 2022 22:55:29 GMT
"Is there anything else we should know, Dad?" The man inquired as he mulls over the information that was known. “That’s all I have to offer,” Leon said. “I leave the rest to you now.” Leon finished his cake and wiped his mouth with his napkin. Then he slowly rose from the chair. “Now, I’m starting to feel a bit tired. I think I’ll retire to the Pod for an hour or so…” They’d all heard of the Pod. It was Leon’s private quarters, which could detach from the building and float in a steady orbit around the building. If he did intend to go there, they’d likely see him outside the window soon. “For the guests—your rooms are on this floor around the perimeter, as usual. I will rejoin you in the evening.” Leon stepped away from the table, leaving his dirty plate behind. “But don’t forget…idle hands are the devil’s workshop.” He let out a light chuckle. It seemed her found something funny. And then the patriarch disappeared from the room. [You may continue posting and do whatever silly nonsense you want. The game will continue at some point.]
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Post by pancakes on Jun 22, 2022 23:05:26 GMT
Leo stopped assaulting Mercy with cuteness and trotted on over to where Leon was sitting during their supper. He hopped onto the chair, taking his rightful place as the king. He also secretly just wanted to be where his master was before, but he wouldn't reveal that to anyone.
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Post by JaytheBluPirate on Jun 22, 2022 23:51:01 GMT
Kolton lets out an exasperated sigh as he takes out a box of cigarettes and lighter from within his jacket. A stressful moment like this call for a smoke. He takes a cigarette from the box and placed it in his mouth. Then he held the lighter up to the end of his cigarette and pressed down on the red button on his lighter.
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No flame appears where it would normally appear on his lighter. "Fuck, my lighter's out of fluid. Just great..." He let out a groan as he put his hand to his head, cigarette still in mouth.
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Post by Bad Player on Jun 23, 2022 0:14:50 GMT
Mercy attempted to grab the rat and hurl it across the room. "Yes, yes, we're all liars and sneaks here," she muttered. "Speaking honestly, if a cop- or cops, potentially- are able to hide here without any of us realising, they're probably more skilled than your usual fat patrolman. Except for her of course. Really, please tell me I'm not the only one finding this so-called 'countess' suspicious." "Hmph. Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois? Suspicious? Don't be ridiculous," Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois scoffed. "Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois has been to more of Leon's birthday parties than you have. Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois was at Kolton's graduation party, Athena's first concert, and your engagement party, and will be at both your bachelorette party and Kolton's bachelor party." [#spoiler=]Feel free to imagine a montage of Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois hiding inside a food trolley, behind a potted plant, inside a piano, etc.[/spoiler]
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Post by Doctor Nanjo M.D. on Jun 23, 2022 0:40:16 GMT
A door glides open dramatically (making the futuristic equivalent noise to a door slamming open), and out from the kitchen comes Uncle Pizza, hands soaked in Pizza Sauce. He is well-documented to be hygienic in the kitchen, so this is somewhat uncharacteristic of the man. Under his arm he carries an uproariously hot pizza, fresh out of the hellish fires of a pizza oven.
He slams down the pizza in the middle of the table, revealing it to be a ham and bacon pizza. The pizza is so hot it immediately ignites Kolton's cigarette.
"Fatten up!" With a giant pizza slicer curled in his fist (easily 18 inches across), Uncle Pizza shreds the massive pizza into individual slices and starts putting them on the cake plates. "Be grateful for your last meal!"
Uncle Pizza was known to be a bit of a pessimist, but this is a little extreme for him.
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Post by Neotelenta on Jun 23, 2022 1:00:21 GMT
At the declaration of there being undercover cops among the crowd of people, Lancer had kept silent (not that being quiet was unusual, considering his normal behavior). His eyes narrowed, however. He was not fond of the concept that there were people that were masquerading as someone else.
He was about to begin cleaning up the plates after Leon left before a slice of pizza plops on his plate. He stared at it for all but 2 seconds before turning away. It wasn't that he disliked the pizza. He simply didn't want his eyes to contract diabetes.
...Also, he was already full from the dinner AND the cake, so there's that.
Lancer highly considered saying something in response to Mercy's relatable suspicion of the Countess, but he was afraid of the consequences for not saying the Countess's full name and thought better of it. He takes out his Tamagotchi toy, looks at the pizza for a moment, and then feeds the small pudgy pixelated owl a digital pizza in honor of the real pizza he was not intending on eating. Tonight, anyways.
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Post by JaytheBluPirate on Jun 23, 2022 1:11:51 GMT
Kolton was suddenly taken aback by the appearance of the pizza, but he then noticed that his cigarette was lit. "Erm... Thanks, I guess?" He muttered, as he looks at the slice of pizza that was on his cake plate. "I appreciates the pizza, but I think I lost my appetite after everything that happened..."
The heir inhales before he let out a puff of gray smoke.
"Argh! How the hell am I supposed to find the 4 cops among us?! And not to mention that the rest of you are going to race me to take the position of the head of the Lunetti family... It's fucking impossible!" He screams as his hands curl up into fists before he slams his fists onto the table, causing silverware to clatter in response to his outburst.
"... I'm sorry, everyone." Kolton stands up from his seat. "It's just that I need some alone time to think for myself."
And with that being said, Kolton left the dining table to go find someplace to think about everything that had happened.
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Post by Bad Player on Jun 23, 2022 1:20:57 GMT
Without skipping a beat, Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois began eating the pizza slice in front of Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois (using the fork and knife left over from the cake, naturally).
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Post by Collin1002 on Jun 23, 2022 2:08:20 GMT
Aust absently stared at the unfinished cake in front of him, deep in thought. He let out a deep sigh, readying to say something... right before Uncle Pizza slammed the pizza atop the table.
"Thanks, but, uh, I think a lot of our appetites are ruined..." he grumbled. "Four more cops... Can't believe anyone managed to infiltrate here, let alone five. Least one of 'em is gone, though, but still..."
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Post by Rosa on Jun 23, 2022 6:18:46 GMT
Uncle Pizza's efforts continued to go to waste as Leslie also ignored the slice he put on her table, getting up from it instead. She didn't say anything more, she seemed quite worried when Kolton left in such a frustrated state but she figured leaving him to his thoughts would be the better move. Surely her son had the smarts to figure it out.
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Post by Slope on Jun 23, 2022 6:20:02 GMT
While the majority of the party was caught up with dinner and Leon's subsequent unnerving announcement, Uncle Sergio was completely dissociated and preoccupied with attempting to fix the door he had decimated on his way in. By the time Leon had begun to excuse himself, Sergio had repaired it the door to enough of an extent that it's bottom vertices would scuff the floor and let out a shrill, ear-piercing shriek as it slid and clattered along. Content with a job ... well, done, Sergio wiped the sweat off of his brow and took several solemn steps towards the dinner table: there, his dinner and slice of cake sat, untouched. The behemoth of a man gripped the porcelain dinner plate by it's outer rim and picked it up, using it as a slide to shovel the meal into his gullet. If Sergio were a normal man, one may experience a fear of choking, but Sergio was not moved by such relatable inconveniences. As soon as the dinner was gulped down, he did the same with his slice of cake. "Four, I believe," Leon explained. "I know it seems hard to believe, but I found a second telelink on Lockhart's body with four unknown numbers saved. Unless reliable ol' Bingus was also sleeping around, I can only assume these numbers belong to his colleagues." Without missing a beat, Sergio reached into the pocket of his cargo pants; by now, they had dried and were no longer sopping onto Lancer's pristine floors. He produced from the pocket a cell phone - an archaic one, at that. Who would have thought that someone would own a flip phone, much less a working one? Sergio wrapped his sausage-like fingers around each end of the phone and promptly snapped the device in two. "Four unknown numbers, boss says. Number is not mine. I hope this serves as proof to some of you," Sergio declares with a nod, letting the two snapped ends fall to the floor before stamping his boot down onto them and grinding them into crumbs, much like the remains upon his dinner plate. "I am damn good uncle. Not pig."
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Post by pancakes on Jun 23, 2022 7:10:31 GMT
The whiff of pizza was too strong for Leo, who proceeded to gobble up his slice, once again harming his body with human food for the sake of instant gratification. Enamored by the taste of cheese, Leo (who has tomato sauce on all of his adorable paws) stomped all over Leslie's feet to reach her pizza slice, noticing she wasn't eating it.
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Post by Panda on Jun 23, 2022 8:58:30 GMT
"Hmph. Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois? Suspicious? Don't be ridiculous," Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois scoffed. "Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois has been to more of Leon's birthday parties than you have. Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois was at Kolton's graduation party, Athena's first concert, and your engagement party, and will be at both your bachelorette party and Kolton's bachelor party." "Skulking around the parties of important people sounds exactly like what a cop chasing promotion would do, you do realise? One can learn so much from grand events like that, especially once alcohol loosens people's lips. All those dirty little secrets, just waiting to be tattled to your superiors about," Mercy shot back, before turning away in slight frustration. Better stop there, before she treaded even further into pure, baseless speculation. "Fatten up!" With a giant pizza slicer curled in his fist (easily 18 inches across), Uncle Pizza shreds the massive pizza into individual slices and starts putting them on the cake plates. "Be grateful for your last meal!" "I appreciate it, darling, but you did choose a rather bad time, straight after an already lavish meal," Mercy said to Uncle Pizza. Seeing Leo acting up nearby, she quickly stood up from the table and headed over to the bar, trying not to look like she was in a hurry but very much not wanting to get her clothes (even more) messy. She cast a sad look towards Kolton as he stressed about the situation, but like Leslie thought it best to leave him be for now. "Things will get unpleasant very soon, it seems. I, for one, will not approach that darkness sober," she announced, perhaps inviting others to have a drink also, in a rare display of amicability. She sent a few butterflies to examine the drinks behind the counter.
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Post by Rosa on Jun 23, 2022 9:03:58 GMT
Leslie gave a little yelp of shock, feeling Leon trample over her feet. Looking down and seeing her feet covered with tomato sauce paws, she let out a gasp. "Is that... blood?!" She gave a horrific look at Leo, who was currently chomping on that delicious slice of pizza. Somehow she hadn't put two and two together with the tomato sauce splattered everywhere.
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Post by Pierre on Jun 23, 2022 9:51:30 GMT
Bones sighed heavily looking longingly at Kolton's cigarette as he let his bones collapse back into the chair. It had been a long time since he had smoked but he literally couldn't anymore but when the stress was on he still felt that old craving. "Right well, guessin' we better grab a drink, cause it's gonna take a while to get a taste for the lies behind the smiles." He said pushing himself up off the chair.
He looked at Sergio's fruitless display with his flip phone. "C'mon Sergio, I'm not even in this business and even I know about burner phones. Just because you don't have it on you doesn't prove you innocent. I doubt these cops would be that stoopid." He said exasperated before shuffling his frame back behind the bar where he promptly chugged a glass of ice cold milk.
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Post by honestiago on Jun 23, 2022 16:23:46 GMT
"Well, my instinct is that who ever is the most unhealthy is probably the pig." Rob said, very intentionally not looking at anyone at all.
"I mean, you know. Cops love donuts, and just generally being inactive. A truly unhealthy profession. Worse even then Pizza Relative." Rob said still not looking at anyone, but everyone probably gets who that could be directed towards. "But that's all the insight I've got right now. I just want to say to all the cops that are apparently here, I'll smell your goddamn Donuts a mile away, and I'm gonna not only find you through your wheezes and the smell of your clotted arteries." A real fire had come up in his eyes. Broccoli Rob hated donuts and cops with an equal passion. More then even Pizza.
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Post by Panda on Jun 23, 2022 16:27:44 GMT
"It sounds like you're describing Leo there," Mercy commented from the bar, drinking something refreshing and leafy. "Almost as greedy as an actual pig, that one. Speaking of, are we supposed to include him among the list of suspects? I'm not yet convinced he even has anything approaching 'intelligence'. Wasn't he supposed to be able to communicate?"
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Post by pancakes on Jun 23, 2022 18:35:50 GMT
Leo stopped eating his delicious pizza and shot a mean glance at Mercy, except he was so cute that it read as friendly rather than vicious.
He began barking his cute, little heart out, and began pawing at his collar as if to say: "If this collar weren't malfunctioning, you skinny bitches would be dead."
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Post by Doctor Nanjo M.D. on Jun 23, 2022 18:57:02 GMT
Uncle Pizza wipes away tears as many rejections come for his pizza. "What a bunch of losers," he mutters from under his Chef's Mustache, trying to fight back the pain.
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Post by Bad Player on Jun 23, 2022 22:14:40 GMT
“Exquisite!” Countess Elizabeth Arette Pistachio Charlemagne Natalia Marie Clementine Montague du Bois declared, continuing to eat her slice. “This pizza is two—no, three times as grand as an ordinary slice. And to accomplish that without even adding gold foil is truly a marvelous feat.”
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