#hqclue.open

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OPEN — TIMESTAMP 05 ANY CHARACTERS WHOSE TIMELINES ALLOW

She’s gotten herself stuck in the cellar. Not exactly STUCK, but it is proving much harder to get OUT than it was to come DOWN the cellar stairs. Juliet had gone looking for a bottle of wine or champagne, not for herself but for the little “spa” date she had. She should have considered a basket or a bag, she can’t carry a bottle, hold the railing AND use her cane at the same time. It doesn’t help that the stairs are very thin and steep.

A YELP leaves her throat when the lights go out, and Juliet blinks in surprise, hoping to make something— anything— out in the darkness. But it is truly pitch dark. The sound of approaching footsteps is a relief, should she have needed help in the light she might have been embarrassed, but she would really be stuck down here if she didn’t get a light. “Hey! Excuse me— hello! Up there! I need— I need some help! I’m in the cellar!”

[frozengore-blog]

           ♡  os.   –––   (   cellar, struggling for food   ) ﹕ ‹   open to everyone   › 

“i suppose no one will mind.” she states, while remaining balanced on the stool, tip toes arched to help her reach a tin of cookies. the stranger beside her seemed like a fun person ; thankfully not everyone, would seem like such a bore. “here” she says softly before handing the tin can over to the stranger. “what was your name again? sorry, i’m piss poor at remembering.” 

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OPEN — TIMESTAMP 01 STAFF OR GUESTS WHOSE TIMELINES ALLOW

She can’t say she genuinely feels unsafe, the path is clear and so is they day, but finding the police tape has set her on edge. No one had cleaned it up. The snow is disturbed by boot tracks and has been left muddy. There’s no telling what happened here but it sets her ill at ease. Could someone have fallen here? Died here?

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timestamps of interest:

please like this if you would be interested in threads for any of the following timestamps. invitation to new muses, and muses with whom juliet has not had much interaction. also feel free to approach me in d*scord dm’s if you are inspired and wish to discuss!

timestamp 05; the person to get juliet out of the cellar during the blackout

timestamp 08; someone to go on a hike with juliet (not strictly plot relevant, but would allow any other character who went on the hike to become more knowledgeable about juliet’s prosthetic leg).

timestamp 08.5 (CLUE); juliet finds a pistol in the library and is looking for someone qualified to handle guns to disarm it / help deal with it.

timestamp 10; open for possibly 3 more threads for mingling during the ball. can also lead into...

timestamp 11; where juliet goes outside to get some air and use her vaporizer because standing so much can be painful and tiresome

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TIMESTAMP 13 - hqclue plotting call

like to plot

room references: generally at or around the denouement of the ball.

objective: Juliet is learning about the murder for the first time. Your muse can either be delivering the news or learning about it as well. This is the initial reaction to the news that there has been a murder at the palace and that now all the guests remain alone with a potential murderer.

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FOR: DETECTIVES / INVESTIGATORS / EX-SOLDIERS WHEN: BETWEEN TIMESTAMPS 8 & 9

She’d gone to read in the library again, now that she’d found her Kindle again. A bit of personal time before she’d get ready for dinner. But as she sat down at her favourite easy chair her cane slipped from where she’d leaned it and and clattered to the floor between the chair and the side table. When Juliet leans down to try to tug it out she hears— and feels— something drag. Something metal, and something heavy.

With a groan, she kneels, properly extricating her cane from where it had fallen, and using the handle to coax whatever mysterious item out as well. A little squeak leaves her lips when she sees what it is. A REVOLVER. A (dusty) beautiful, shiny, ornate, shiny, six-chamber revolver. Juliet looks around the expansive room, suddenly wishing to not to be alone in this terribly odd discovery. She glances back at the chair, and grabs a cover of the arm of it, carefully picking up the gun by its barrel and checking to see if it’s loaded. 

Juliet gets herself standing again, holding the revolver somewhat awkwardly in her left hand while she gets herself oriented with her cane. She’d need to find someone properly qualified to handle this, at least make sure to unload it. And then have Artjom informed. Surely a weapon like this must be part of a collection— but if that was the case, why on earth was it stuck under an easy chair in the library? Juliet holds it with a good understanding of firearms— pointed down and away from her or anyone who may come upon her, until she finds one of the detectives she’s seen staying here.

[wickedbills]

 (   lights out, fuck?!   ) ﹕ ‹   open  › 

★     –––   VALSE SENTIMENTALE,  echoes beautifully against the ancient walls of the floor lounge he had soon grown to love.  he works hard at the things he does,  he knows he does it well because at the end of the day he earns the big bucks.  hand pressed in his soft locks,  his eyes occasionally look over to the stranger, who too, seems to be at peace with this place. 

the lights suddenly vanish, the darkness swallows him in while his heart suddenly drops. fuck, this place could be creepy at times. he allows a sigh to escape his lips, his laptop the only light in the room. “oh for love of god,” he huffs out, “you alright over there?” he calls out into the seeming abyss. 

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open starter — timestamp 05

The lights are out. She’d gone looking for a bottle of champagne but she hadn’t found any so she’s somewhere between the kitchen and hew room. She is trying make a good impression—or was, now she’s not so sure she’ll be able to make her date. 

No lights. How could it be so dark? No lights outside— definitely not the city. No real grids. Juliet stops cold, taking a deep breath, listening. Can she hear any people murmuring their displeasure, any creaks in the old building, footsteps of staff even. Not a peep.

“Oh boy.” She hadn’t brought her phone. “I haven’t been in real dark for a long time.”