Dinsdale inobtrusively prowled along to Dumont's cabin, and discreetly rapped twice on the door. He had a feeling that perhaps this meeting would explain some...
Two hours' sleep...his limbs felt like lead despite the urgency, and it took him a moment to fumble for his spectacles and reach for his bag. "Dinsdale!" he...
"Well, peoples' nerves are apt to be a bit frayed, with Miss Braithwaite's death." Stephen consoled her. "Your family is in the garment business, isn't it?...
Eva stumbled out of her room, rubbing furiously at her eyes, a sleeping mask perched cockeyed on the top of her head. "A what?" she mumbled, but then snapped...
Flames surrounded him, licking at his suit. The small space trapped him, with his legs immobile and his head throbbing. Metal creaked and groaned from the...
His mind wandering, he finally began to notice the smell of smoke. The nightmare had cleared out of his muddy brain, and he could tell that it was a real fire,...
... headed down the deck to the noise and bustle of the water ... railing to be splashed through the window of one of the cabins. Only so much fire dampening...
(old) ... cloths ... [new] Father de Coulmier heaved an audible sigh of relief as the flames appeared to be dying down. Now that the bucket brigade seemed to...
Yahoo have now decided that all groups need to be active once every ninety days, otherwise they will remove them - which, I suppose, is fair for "dead" games,...
Murder_at_Christmas@y...
Jan 1, 2003 6:12 pm
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Bentley, however, had an idea. He appropriated a couple of buckets from a nearby crewman, dousing two blankets. The young American shouldered his way back to...
Bentley, however, had an idea. He appropriated a couple of buckets from a nearby crewman, dousing two blankets. The young American shouldered his way back to...
... "Yes, Father," Sandra said with a sarcastic tone as she pounded on Dimsdale's door. "They're called buckets. They hold water. Useful things, really..." ...
... Sandra mopped her brow with her sleeve. "I know, Father, I know," she said, turning and handing back an empty bucket to the crewman behind her "It's...
Smoke. The scent was unmistakeable, and usually meant trouble. Wolfgang opened his eyes and dropped the book he had been reading to the floor. His room was...
... O'Brien had made his way to the side of the ship, bag in hand, but it became immediately obvious that water was what was needed. He dropped his bag next to...
OOC - For some reason, this doesn't appear to have been mailed out: Bentley, however, had an idea. He appropriated a couple of buckets from a nearby crewman,...
Howard Dumont grabbed his sister's arm as she approached the fire. He held her back while the others attended to the fire and then leaned close to her ear. ...
Howard Dumont grabbed his sister's arm as she approached the fire. He held her back while the others attended to the fire and then leaned close to her ear. ...
"Too much, I'm afraid," Howard whispered to his sister. "But not enough to do anything with." He looked into her scared eyes and sighed. "You should move into...
"Too much, I'm afraid," Howard whispered to his sister. "But not enough to do anything with." He looked into her scared eyes and sighed. "You should move into...
... Sandra took a bucket from the Doctor and passed it along the line. "Is Mrs. Lampney in there?!" she called out to the men at the door of Mrs. Lampney's...
"I think I'd rather stay in your rooms... It will make the both of us feel better. But one thing, Howard..." She looked up at him sternly. "Howard Dumont, you...
... Madame Escuskiovna appeared, rather disheveled and apprehensive-looking, from the direction of the lounge, where she had finally cornered Bastet. She held...
... "Only in this cabin ... and it looks to have been put out her," said Oswald. "Bentley! How is Mrs Lampney?" He could see the man inside the cabin, bending...
[old] "That's odd," Oswald said. "There seems to be broken glass on the floor - dark green glass - like a wine bottle of some kind." He glanced round at the...
... some clothes, and then all meet in the bar again, where we can decide what to do next - collectively." ... had enough excitement for one night and need...
... that his wife slept with earplugs in and probably didn't hear the entire thing. "Now, ladies and gentlemen," he added, looking at the rest, "the fire is...
[old] "Your ill-mannered attempt at comedy is particularly offensive, Mr Carrington," the Commodore growled as he approached. He presented a somewhat comical...
... O'Brien looked every bit of the two hours sleep he had had. "I'll tell you what I told the Commodore. I'm a thoracic surgeon, not a pathologist. I gave you...
[old] Shaking his head to clear it, he stood and surveyed the scene. Yes, the fire was out. No reason to stay here. "Her throat's been cut," he called loudly ...
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