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[no_npc_here]

Date: May 6th, 2001
Status: Public (for anyone really No need to know anything or give worthwhile information. Lets just have a little fun with Dick.)
Setting: The Manor
Summary: Dick decides to take the direct approach, but it isn't as easy as he expected. Just where is the staff in this hotel?

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[swords_love_me]

War looked up at the strange voice. She was lying back in her chair, stun gun propped against it on the floor, her feet resting on a chair she'd pulled out next to her, and she was idly tapping the heel of one boot against the seat as she contemplated the remains of her lunch and her half glass of whiskey.

"Hello stranger," she said. "Not seen you around here before. No one at reception? There's probably someone around if you're looking for lunch."

He wasn't anyone he'd seen before, but that didn't mean much. War didn't tend to need to remember many peoples' faces for very long.

[no_npc_here]

Dick spun around in surprise at the voice coming from behind him. The owner turned out to be a stunningly beautiful woman with long red hair and ... Was that a gun propped up against her chair? Was this place really so dangerous that she had seen need to arm herself?

Well, she was an extraordinary beauty. Perhaps she'd been bothered by overeager suitors before. He sincerely hoped that none had ever gone so far that she'd have seen need to actually use the weapon.

"Good Morning, Madam," Dick returned her greeting with a slight bow. "Inspector Watson at your service." He wasn't hungry, but considered talking to the kitchen staff anyway. They ought to know most of the guests. Then again, perhaps this woman could help him. "Are you a guest here, then?"

[swords_love_me]

"Madam?" War raised her eyebrows and chuckled to herself as she swung her feet off the chair and gestured towards it.

"I've got a room here, yes." Technically, she supposed she was Adam's guest here, but she'd been here so long - and seen so little of him - that "guest" wasn't really how she thought of her status at the Manor.

"I suppose you could say I'm here on a long term stay," she added. "Drink?"

[no_npc_here]

"Miss?" Dick tried. He hadn't meant to offend her, just to express his respect.

"No, thank you," Dick declined politely. "I'm on duty. Wouldn't do for an officer of the law to be seen drinking."

He did sit down, though.

"Long term stay, you say?" Ah, maybe this was his chance to find out what was keeping all these people here. "What are you doing in this little town, if you don't mind telling me? It's merely curiosity, I assure you," he added quickly. He didn't want the thought of being questioned by an on duty policeman to make her nervous.

[theban_sphinx]

Sphix was on her way up from the cellar when she hear him.

"Inspector Watson at your service."

The sphinx froze, and her heart jumped in her throat. Inspector? The police!

They had found her.

They had finally located her, and now they had come to put her in jail.

That was not acceptable. She sprung to action, turned around and rushed back into her cellar lair. They would not catch her. She would run, or fly if it came to that. She would start over somewhere else. Remain in animal form for a while, just until they would turn their search to an older woman than she looked like. Ten years, perhaps? Twenty?

Twenty years as an animal. That, she thought, was almost as bad as having to spend that time in jail. Almost.