User blog:Stormlilly/e2m3

 The Singer is currently uncorking a very aged looking bottle of brandy as you enter. She smiles to herself, obviously glad to see someone else present. The kitchen itself is vast, immaculate, and unused – making you wonder exactly how, and whom, prepared the feast from earlier.



“ Hey.” She begins, offering you a glass – which you politely decline. She nods and raises hers to her lips, taking only a sip.



“ Strange, isn't it? I'd always thought the last days of my life would be spent wasting away. I think – I think in a fashion, I rather prefer this. The company is better.”



 She laughs, and places her glass against the countertop as you hear footsteps approach. The Reporter enters lightly, looking fairly cheerful.



“ Would you believe it? That Aristocrat isn't half bad. Still a useless waste of space, but she has good hobbies. Ooo – Don't mind if I do.”



 Holding her nose, the Reporter drinks directly from the bottle, much to your and the Singer's amusement. She grins and shrugs.



“ Hey, on bad nights you've gotta attack the source of the problem. Ah – this might be a bit much, but could you give us a few seconds?” The Singer nods gracefully, and exits the room – leaving the suddenly business-like Reporter alone with you.



“ Our Host had files, newspaper clippings, all manner on information on all of us – except you. I don't know if that helps, but...” She fidgets a bit, barely whispering.



<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in">“ He had a lot of information on one Inspecteur Duplessis. He was on an enemies list. The kind the mob has. That's all I can say at the moment – I'm off to look for more information. Stay safe, all right?” You nod as she leaves, and eye the brandy thoughtfully.

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<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in"> From the distance, you can hear the faint sounds of singing, interespersed with odd, plaintive howls.

<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in"> You:

<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in">Investigate the Singer.

<p align="LEFT" style="margin-bottom: 0in">Decide to head for the Conservatory.

Head to the Dining Room.