Murder Mystery Official Roleplay/Story

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It had been a long year for Thomas Miller. Not many have done all that he has done; thrown exaggerated parties, donated to charities, sponsor individuals, go to meetings, do interviews, meet up for book signing. It was rare for him to have a bit of alone time to himself. But he rather enjoyed his busy schedule. It kept him from reflecting on his past. He had a great reputation in the public’s eye, but behind closed doors was a different story.

As the memories filled his mind, he couldn’t help but think of his grandkids he had once housed. He had a close relationship with them while they stayed there with him, but once they had left, he never reached out to them. He wasn’t good at keeping in touch with anyone if he didn’t see them often, which often gave people a bad impression of him. He also thought of the children he had sponsored, he had hoped they made it as far as they had dreamed. He also thought of the few children that were brought to some of his lesser extravagant parties. Their faces long forgotten but their names had lingered, he hoped that they were doing well. Thought of the few kids he met at conventions, he didn’t get to know them as well as the others, but still wished them well. He worried who he should put in his will, would the person use his assets for good or for misdeeds. This thought along had worried him.

His mind continued to wonder until the sound of his television caught his attention. The animation bored him but he soon found himself enjoying the show.

As he watched, he soon had an idea. The idea that would help solve his problem of secession! Since he couldn’t split the money with everyone, nor could he decide on who actually deserved it. This idea was the perfect choice! He smiled at himself as he nodded along, clearly pleased with himself. And this began his long planning for his secession game.

It had been a gruesome 4 months of planning. He had completely stopped showing his face to the public and many had called wellness checks to his property, causing his plans to pause and be on hold. He eventually had to put a stop to this. He made a video exclaiming that due to his health, he would be retreating to his villa for the time being. Once the matter had settled he went back to work. Buying a new property and having the whole property under construction.

The construction took a rather long time for Mr. Miller’s liking but he waited nonetheless as he put his plans into action. He had typed out a letter and sent it to his assistant, Nick. It was part of Nick’s job to proofread and ‘fix’ any mistakes Mr. Miller may have made.

Now Nick had grown accustomed to Mr. Miller’s way of ‘writing’ letters. They were short and sloppy. So Nick would skim through and ‘fix’ the letter to make it appear more professional. It didn’t take long for Nick to type out the letters. He had each letter addressed to the people Mr. Miller had listed on a small notepad. Now he just needed Mr. Miller’s signature for the letters.

Nick had no idea about his plans, but he knew that his boss, Thomas, was tired of his lifestyle and wanted a way out without it being obvious. And he figured that he had found a way. Mr. Miller could finally hang up his Mr. Gatsby persona.

This had greatly impressed Nick. Nick had been with Mr. Miller long enough to know that Mr. Miller had a deep regret regarding his family’s matter. Yes he had been a great grandfather to his grandkids that he had housed but it never went further from that. He knew that his boss wanted to apologize for all the wrong things he had done but would never come out that could tarnish his reputation. His deepest wish for his boss was that he’d finally be able to be truly happy.

He handed the stack of letters he had printed off to Mr. Miller. Nick left his boss to fetch the envelopes, wax, and seal before returning to his boss. Which didn’t take him very long to sign, placed in the envelopes, and sealed off. Nick was satisfied with his work. While Mr. Miller sat in his chair, smoking his pipped cigar. It would only be a couple of months before the construction was done and all the crew folks long gone. Mr. Miller didn’t like the idea but it wasn’t like he had much choice on the matter. The following day, Nick would take these envelopes to the ups and have them mailed from there. While Mr. Miller would wait to hear from them to do anything. He didn’t mind spending a little money on getting his candidates from point A to his villa.

A YEAR LATER

The day was almost before them, the construction crew and equipment were long gone, and the staff had almost everything in place. It wouldn’t be long until the real fun could begin. Nick had been in constant contact with the candidates, arranging flights to and from as well as rides for everyone. He managed to get a couple of days rest but he kept busy just like the rest of the staff. He didn’t consider himself any better than them, but just as important as they were. Doing what he could to help lighten the load for the staff. Before anyone knew it, the day had came to an end.

The next morning, Nick had taken a group of maids down to the front gate that lead onto the property. They would be there to welcome their masters guests with a smile and helping hands. Everyone was eager to get the welcoming ceremony started.


welcome!

Nick stood at the entrance of the property, welcoming each guest as they arrived. He then had a maid show them to the garden as he took each luggage to their designated rooms in the manner they’d be staying in.

The maids would lead them over to the garden. In the garden, there was a open area with circle tables. Each table had tea sets and finger foods ready for the contestants to enjoy. Each table could be enjoyed by three people. The guests were free to walk around if they wanted to.

The path is made up of loose pebbles, leading the guest to many different paths around the garden. There were a variety of different flowers, trees, and bushes the guests could enjoy. Some smelt sweet while some had the opposite smell.

Off in the close distance was a maze (mini game, the wheel will decide if you are able to get out.). The hedges were high, making it impossible to look over them, while also being thick, making it impossible for the guest to cut through them. The path in the maze seemed to change each time a guest would walk in, making it nearly impossible to memorize the way out. But in the middle of the maze was a little island surrounded but a small stream of water. On the center of the little island was a young oak tree. It stood tall, taller than the hedges and strong branches stretched out. But it wasn’t considered old since it wasn’t near 3.3 feet in diameter. There was also a couple of stone benches near the hedges for guests to rest up.

The guests were welcome to interact with each other, and roam around the garden. Mr Thomas Miller was nowhere in sight.

The letter Details

To whom it may concern,

I do hope this letter finds you well. You have been invited to attend for a chance to win all of my assets. So pack for a couple of months, bring the necessities that you may need. I will provide you a place to rest, as well as food and all that my property has to offer. Be prepared to leave empty handed if eliminated from the challenges. The last one standing will inherit it all. If you have any questions, feel free to call my assistant Nick. He will provide you with any information you may need. I look forward to seeing who’ll win it all. Good luck to everyone.

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Thomas Miller


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• the show he was watching was Total Drama Action

• you do not have to but would like to know what your character/s were doing when they received the letter, followed by the year time skip of them arriving.

• your characters can arrive in small groups or solo. You decide

• it’s midsummer.

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Theo looked down at the latest book on his desk called, "The Molecule of More” by Daniel Z. Lieberman, while the sounds of Jazz music played on the record player in the corner of the room. The fireplace continued to keep the room warm, creating a cozy atmosphere. He had gone through 2 books this week and this was the third book he was going to be starting. He needed new ideas for his new book, but it was becoming an obsession.

He bit the end of his pen and sighed, running his hands through his frizzy hair. Then he glanced out of his window at the mountains of Hayward Wisconsin which was where his small home resided. With a strained expression on his face, he eyes locked onto the stack of mail that he hadn’t looked through yet on his desk. He slowly grabbed them and sifted through it when his spindly fingers stopped over a crisp white envelope. Thomas Miller. He hadn’t talked to his uncle Thomas in weeks but whenever he did, they would have good conversations, so he wondered what was going on that he had to send a letter to him.

After opening the crisp white envelope and reading it, a feeling of excitement reached Theo’s chest at the thought of getting all of his uncle’s assets. He always dreamed of finally being able to convince his uncle that he’s the most beloved family member and having him hand him everything he ever had, but he wondered if there was a catch to this. Why did he have to compete against his uncle’s other privileged family members? His eye began to slightly twitch and he let out a sigh, going back to his desk. Either way, he was excited.


Theo finished packing his last few items in his suitcase with jittery movements from excitement. His breathing was ragged from getting all his items in with his skinny frame but that didn’t stop him. While trying to push his items down, he ended up lifting the suitcase up and fell back, hitting his head on the floor. The suitcase fell on top of his stomach. He let out a gasp and held the back of his head.


When he got to the location of his uncle’s property, he stood outside of the gate with the others as the maids helped them with their items. A small frown was placed on his face, partly from the sun overhead and from the sight of his uncle’s privileged family members standing around. They always got everything they wanted so why come and try to compete for all his assets? He looked down at the ground preferring not to make eye contact.

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Juan’s forehead was going to become flat. For the last twelve minutes, he had laid his head against the smooth, cool, rich mahogany desk instead of reading over another employee’s two weeks notice.

The faint knock on his door forced a deep sigh from him, as he sat up and called, “come in,”. Finding it only to be his assistant, Stephanie, he resumed his earlier position as she gently closed the door behind her. Please don’t tell me Beatrice walked out. She said she’d stay until she was done training the three new hires. He closed his eyes, rolling his head on the desk. Stephanie “tsk’ed” at him before standing in front of his desk. Glad to see you’re working hard. And no, Beatrice hasn’t left. Buuuuut, Juan looked up as she slid a heavy envelope. Nice, quality paper. He glanced at her before opening and reading the letter.



I’ll be back in two days, three max. If you need anything call ASAP, okay Steph? Juan was aware that it was probably sad that currently, his closest friend was an employee.

Don’t worry, Juan. I’ll hold down the fort while you’re gone,” Stephanie replied, her voice a mix of reassurance and concern. “But seriously, are you sure you want to go through with this? It just sounds so… bizarre.”

Juan sighed as he navigated the crowded terminal, dodging families and travelers. “Bizarre is one way to put it. But I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something more to it. Thomas has been avoiding me for weeks now. Ignoring my calls, emails—everything. Sometimes the occasional Nick responses, but that’s just talking in circles. He sends out this cryptic letter and expects me to just dive into whatever game he’s concocted? It’s frustrating.”

Stephanie chuckled softly. “Well, maybe it’s just his way of getting you involved in family drama. You know how some rich people get when inheritances are at stake. It’s like an episode of a reality show.”

“Exactly,” Juan said, shaking his head. He glanced at his watch. “I don’t have time for drama—More drama. I have a business to run and, frankly, I’m not interested in his family squabbles. But I can’t just ignore him. He’s a client, after all.”

“True. Have you thought about what you’ll do if it turns out to be a waste of time?”

“I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it,” Juan replied, adjusting his bag on his shoulder as he approached the gate. “All I know is that I’ll check in on the company while I’m there, and if anything comes up, I’ll hop on my laptop as soon as possible.” He tried to keep the mood light, but the truth was that he did feel a sense of unease.

Stephanie’s voice softened. “Just make sure you’re doing this for you, not just out of obligation. And if you get sucked into whatever circus Thomas is running, remember you have a life and responsibilities back here. I’m just a call away if you need me.”

“I appreciate that,” Juan said while moving into line for boarding. “You’ve made this job less horrible, you know? I’m lucky to have you around.”

“Don’t get mushy on me now,” she teased. “You know I only keep you around for my pay check.”

“Ha! Only the best for my assistant,” he grinned, still feeling a tinge of guilt that their friendship was built around work. “But seriously, I’ll keep in touch. Two days, three max, okay?” As he approached his gate, he took a deep breath, trying to shake off the rising tension. “I’ll keep my phone close. Just keep an eye on everything there. I trust you.”

“Always,” Stephanie affirmed, the warmth of her support wrapping around him like a comforting blanket. “But Juan, don’t forget to take care of yourself, too. You can get so caught up in work that you forget to breathe. Remember to eat—”

“—and sleep, I know, I know,” he interrupted with a chuckle. “I’ll be fine. Honestly, I can do this, and I’ll be back before you know it.”



The sprawling grounds were beautifully manicured, a sharp contrast to the chaos of his busy life back in New York. He spotted Nick, a tall man with a welcoming smile, standing at the entrance of the property, greeting guests as they arrived.

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“Thank you, Nick. I appreciate it,”Juan said as Nick greeted him, glad to have someone manage the logistics. As he waited, his gaze wandered across the crowd of guests, many of whom were mingling with each other. That’s when he noticed a redheaded boy standing slightly apart, a frown creasing his brow. Something about him seemed familiar, but Juan couldn’t quite place it.[/center]

He decided it would be best to introduce himself and make a good impression. “Hey there,” Juan said, flashing a friendly smile as he approached. “I’m Juan Palmer. Are you here for the challenge?” he introduced himself welcoming smile still intact, extending a hand. “I don’t think we’ve met, but you seem like someone I should know. What’s your name?”


@Kbail | Theo | Got a little carried away in the “earlier” eheh.

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Slightly exhausted from the long flight, Kevin finally landed in America. It wasn’t his first time visiting the country but he’s never been to Washington before. Of course the first thing he did after landing was checking his phone and going through his social media. After a few minutes of spacing out on his phone he went to go grab his belongings. Already annoyed with picking up his own luggage he exited the arrival area just to be greated by stranger holding up a sign with his name on it. The stranger approached him and he just let go of his cart that was carrying his luggage, expecting the stranger to do all the work for him like he was used to. He went back on his phone and just followed the man carrying his belongings to a black limousine. Expecting that the door would be opened for him he stood infront of the car waiting. The man carrying his bags noticed this and rushed right over to open the door for him. Kevin got himself comfy in the luxurious car and continued to stare at his phone. A few moments later the driver got in and the car started to move on it’s way to Mr. Millers property.


Kevin was about to start videoing himself when he remembered Mr. Millers letter. He thought it was weird when he received it because usually his management would deal with all his bureaucracy but when he saw who this letter was from he got excited. It’s been a while since he was in contact with Mr. Miller so receiving a letter from him was a special occasion. After reading Mr. Miller’s words, he fell back in his chair and let out a loud sigh. He only met Mr. Miller in person once but since he was an active viewer of Kevin’s stream, they interacted online frequently and became sort of friends. Waging his opitions between leaving his streaming life for months and going on a hunt for a fortune, he figured he could make this whole game into content for his online channels and decided to lay off his streaming career for a few months. After clearing some details with Nick, he went on his way to Mr. Miller’s property.


A few minutes after leaving the airport Kevin noticed that he didn’t have any service on his phone, Nick already told him about that but he didn’t think he would loose service this soon after leaving the airport. He looked up from his phone and asked the driver if he would get any service back before their arrival, to which the driver just shook his head. Annoyed with the answer, Kevin just dropped his phone on the seat next to him and swung his body back into the seat. Feeling tired he closed his eyes and told the driver to wake him a few minutes before they arrive.


" eller… Mr. Teller…" Kevin slowly arose from his slumber. “We’re almost there.” Rubbing his eyes like a little kid, Kevin let out a huge yawn while stretching away his limbs from his body. With tired eyes he checked his phone only to confirm he still got no service. Holding up his phone infront of his face he started a video. "HEY CHAT, IT’S ME BOBER!!! I ALMOST ARRIVED AT THE PLACE I CAN’T TELL YOU ANYTHING ABOUT (whispering: yet). Smiling into his camera Kevin felt the car coming to a stop, waiting for the driver to open his door again he just talked nonsense into his phone. After stepping out of the car and being blinded by the bright sun, Kevin saw this huge estate even his absurdly rich parents couldn’t afford. With his phone still recording he wandered around the premises getting in a good view for his viewers.

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Jenny stepped into her cozy home, the faint scent of lavender filling the air from the diffuser she’d left on that morning. It was one of those rare afternoons—the kind that cradled her in soft light and hushed the hustle of the outside world. As an eleventh-grade teacher, she had grown accustomed to the tumult of teenagers’ emotions and the bustle of classroom chaos. Now, with her twins at their daddy’s house for the week, it was her quiet time. It was too quiet, for her taste.

She placed her bag on the kitchen counter, running a hand through her curls as she sighed, longing for a moment to close her eyes. But first, she reminded herself, the mail. She gathered the stray envelopes from the small wooden holder by the front door, flipping through them mindlessly. Bill, junk, another bill, and then—wait. This envelope was different. A handwritten address, her name scrawled in neat, bold letters. She paused, intrigued.

Opening it carefully, the letter slipped out. She recognized the name immediately: Thomas Miller. It had been years since she last thought of him, back at that book signing where they had a brief conversation about her teaching philosophy—then the unexpected bring up of her teenage years. It had not been by choice, and she wondered how he knew she had been under suspicion. He was an insightful man, sure, and she remembered being captivated by his enthusiasm for literature at first. But now, the letter in her hands felt surreal. Felt foreboding. But that day was a long time ago, and she hadn’t thought of him since.

Now, reading his letter, confusion brewed within her as the message unfolded. The invitation was outlandish, intriguing, and undeniably bizarre. A chance to win all of his assets? Gather necessities for a few months and prepare for challenges? Her analytical mind raced through the possibilities. Was this a hoax? A publicity stunt? Or something more sinister?

She skimmed the letter again, searching for context. Each sentence dripped with anticipation, yet the urgency also felt strangely familiar, reminiscent of the reckless abandon of her youth. But she was not that girl anymore. The rebellious desires that once propelled her into uncharted territories had given way to a stable life filled with purpose. A baby girl to look after. The classroom had become her arena, and her students her greatest challenge and triumph.

She trudged to the living room, the letter crumpling slightly in her hand. Jenny tossed the letter onto the coffee table and rubbed her temples, resisting the magnetic pull of curiosity. The thought of entering a competition, thrown back into the chaos of her youth, felt reckless. She valued her life and the connections she’d forged with those around her—they were her true rewards.

Yet, she couldn’t shake the allure of it. “What would it hurt to call?” she whispered to herself, still half-convinced that perhaps it was just a misdirected adventure. After a moment of internal debate, she picked up the phone and hesitantly dialed the number listed as Nick, Thomas Miller’s assistant.

As the line rang, Jenny couldn’t help but wonder how such an unexpected connection—and a letter from years gone by—could challenge everything she believed about herself and the path she’d chosen. The adventures of her past whispered in her ear, teasing her with possibility. Perhaps this was more than just a competition; perhaps it was an invitation to rediscover her fearless self—or explore a side of her she had long since buried beneath responsibilities and routines.

“Hello, this is Nick,” a cheerful voice answered on the other end. “Uh, hi. I received a letter from Mr. Miller,” she said, her heart racing. The journey ahead was uncertain, but one thing was clear: Jenny was not ready to turn her back on the thrill of life’s possibilities just yet.


Jennifer found herself positioned near a lavish buffet, the fragrant spread of tea and finger foods a blessing in this whole thing. As she surveyed the scene, she noted the flurry of activity. Nick, Thomas Miller’s assistant, stood confidently at the entrance, greeting the guests with practiced charm. The mingling contestants exchanged nervous glances, their initial excitement now tempered with uncertainty. It felt like the first day of school, she thought, some students thriving in the thrill of new beginnings, others cowering in the shadow of the unknown.

Taking a sip of aromatic tea, she scanned the garden, observing the clusters of people settling into their respective tables. It was then that she noticed him—a teenager, maybe seventeen or eighteen, causing a stir in a way that began to make her uneasy. He was pacing, phone in hand, screaming into the void—or, his phone she supposed.

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Jenny smiled as she watched a young man, animatedly recording his vlog. There was something infectious about his enthusiasm, he seemed so immersed in his passion, his vivid gestures and expressive face capturing the attention of anyone nearby. As a teacher, Jenny loved seeing young people pursue their interests with such fervor, even if it made her feel a twinge of nostalgia for her own carefree days.

But suddenly, she thought she caught a glimpse of something. The phones frame swinging towards her. Capturing her. Maybe, she wasn’t completely sure if he had gotten her. She was not someone who sought the spotlight or wanted a public online presence. While she appreciated the authenticity of others sharing their lives, the thought of being stuck in a stranger’s video made her eye twitch at the very idea.

Setting her cup down gently on the buffet table, she approached the young man. “Excuse me,” she began, her voice steady despite her nerves, “I’m sorry to interrupt your recording, but I noticed you might have caught me in your shot.” She said, reeling in her teacher voice.



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Orp ◆ @iSwaxX ◆ Kevin! Hope this works!! :raised_hands:

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Theo was deep in thought, staring at the ground in front of him when he heard someone greet him. He slowly lifted his head to look at the man. He had perfectly white teeth and his smile combined with his greeting made him seem like a cardboard cutout of a Hollywood actor. He wondered if he was somehow related to his uncle but something about his demeanor seemed too formal.

He looked down at his extended hand and decided to shake it.

The guy introduced himself as Juan Palmer and asked for his name. After some hesitation Theo answered. “…My name’s Theo Mickaelson.” He continued to frown while his back was slightly hunched over.

“And yes, I’m here for the challenge. Thomas Miller is my uncle…” He continuing studying the man’s face. His attractiveness was intimidating. He probably got everything he wanted and was already rich. “I’m guessing you know him.” He said innocently, even though his words were coated in contempt and disinterest.

@eunoia I got carried away too but that’s what makes it fun lol

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Ahh. A Miller descendant. Juan’s smile never faltered though. Ah, yes. Your uncle has been doing some remarkable work in publishing,” he said, trying to keep his tone light and encouraging. He sensed the hesitation in Theo, the way he stood almost defensively, as if he wasn’t fully sure he belonged here. “That would bring me in. I’m the man who makes sure Mr. Millers books keep making their rounds around the world.”

Juan had learned the hard way that saying he had taken over his grandfather’s was usually the wrong line of opening. Unless with a very selective group, so he opted for the safe bet. Him, CEO, professional. Clean cut.

Curiosity piqued, he added, “So, Theo, does writing masterpieces run in your family? I’m always interested in seeing if talent is a family trait.” He asked leaning in, brow cocked. He silently prayed that this kid either didn’t write or was better than Thomas. Because, if he did end up writing something, it would be awkward telling one of the big names in a sea of mediocrity that his nephew sucked. He smile was slightly tense now, but nothing too telling.


@Kbail | Theo

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Theo’s eye contact wavered and he looked down at the ground again. The way the man complimented his uncle’s work…offended him. He seemed to think his uncle’s writing was the best thing in the world. “Oh…well I wonder how it is working for him all the time…” A maid came to them with a smile and started taking his suitcases. The black suitcases seemed to swallow up the sunlight and he watched the shadows move across the ground as the maid rolled them away.

“So, Theo, does writing masterpieces run in your family?

“No it does not.” He snapped. Without realizing it, he started rubbing his shoulder and looked at the man with his eyebrow lowered in confusion. How could he ask something so…absurd so…

“I’m the only one who writes books. I’m a legend in my family. Other than my uncle of course but…his books aren’t as… Informative as mine.” His voice came out louder and rushed.

When he realized how he sounded he felt slightly embarrassed, his posture slightly hunched again but his eyes darted between the man’s eyes and the large estate in front of them. “I… don’t have anyone that helps my books get out…I do it all myself.” He finally said.

@eunoia - Juan :sparkles:

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“Oh…well I wonder how it is working for him all the time…” To an untrained eye, one not used to looking for it, wouldn’t have noticed Juan’s smile tighten. Get a little bigger. Those sounded like antonyms, but when it happened to his face for a split second it definitely felt like synonyms. “He’s quite the character. But our partnership runs deep, and we’ve managed to navigate the ups and downs very well.” Juan’s voice was calm, each word carefully chosen. “He has a unique vision, and it takes a balanced dynamic to bring ideas to fruition,” Juan continued, keeping his tone light yet professional. “But trust me, he appreciates talent and hard work more than most.” You would be surprised at the strings I’ve seen him pull.

“I’m the only one who writes books. I’m a legend in my family. Other than my uncle of course but…his books aren’t as… Informative as mine.” Juan blinked, momentarily taken aback by Theo’s defensive tone. He swallowed, setting aside his initial surprise, and searched for the right words. “It sounds like you take immense pride in your work, and rightfully so, if you’re making a name for yourself.” he finally said, his voice steady but measured.

Juan noticed the change in Theo’s demeanor, the way he seemed to shrink back, and it tugged at his empathy. “I understand,” he replied, softening his tone. “That’s quite an impressive feat. Self-publishing isn’t easy, and it takes a lot of determination and talent to manage all aspects of a book—writing, editing, marketing.” Theo glanced up for a moment, Juan seized the opportunity. “Have you thought about expanding your network? Sometimes a little collaboration can go a long way. Your uncle, Thomas, I’m sure, has some contacts that could help elevate your work. It might even lighten the load for you.” Juan pressed on gently, “There’s no harm in reaching out, right? It might surprise you how many doors can open when you connect with the right people. Plus, your voice deserves to be heard.” He said, one brow raised. Curious to see if he was taking two steps forward or three steps back.


@Kbail | Theo | :see_no_evil::sparkles:

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When Kara received the invitation to her Thomas Miller’s mansion she was surprised. She wondered what was going on through this old man’s mind to make him want to invite a bunch of people to his mansion to fight over money. It could definitely result in a lot of conflict and possibly even some injuries… But… She couldn’t say that she wasn’t curious. As they say, curiosity killed the cat. She mainly wanted to go in order to look closer into Thomas’s life and figure out if he was doing scams or how he got his money in general.

Her daughter Karen was staying at her husband’s, so Kara was free to go wherever she pleased especially now with no one being around…She often wondered why her daughter had to settle down so young, but then again, she fell pregnant when she was young. Supporting her daughter along the way was all she could do, even though her daughter was falling into the same steps she made when she was young; getting involved in a partner who wasn’t good for her. There was nothing she could do now though because she was an adult.

After the long flight to Thomas’s estate, Kara stood outside of the gates while the maids took everyone’s bags. It looked like your typical old money mansion with probably a few secrets inside. Maybe a few skeletons even. Kara didn’t feel like talking to anyone yet, instead she just followed the maid, passing by a red haired guy and a man talking. Her heels clicked on the ground as she looked all around her. She wanted to go into the mansion but for some reason the maids were all leading them to a garden.

Kara thought about going to the maze but she’s seen too many slasher movies to know how that would end. She decided to just stay at the table and eat some of the finger foods. She looked in the far distance, wondering how she can sneak into the house.

@ChayChay05 - Jax


Theo listened as the man, Juan, praised his uncle’s work. There was a slight frown on his face, mostly from curiosity. He wondered what kind of unique vision his uncle could possibly have when he’s so… privileged…He has people do everything for him. Theo started thinking maybe he should just crack open one of his uncle’s books soon just to see what the fuss was about but he wondered why he was starting to care about this stranger’s opinion about his uncle.

Theo’s demeanor was of embarrassment after he had let his emotions show, but he quickly composed himself. The man seemed to be reassuring him that he could get some help with his work. He seemed very persuasive, non threatening and calm. His demeanor was one that he had never encountered when someone gave him advice…or criticism…usually he would say no and leave it at that but wondered if he should entertain it a bit. He scratched the back of his neck while looking at the ground. “I’ve never thought I needed help to do those things, I mean maybe I do I don’t know…I’m a perfectionist” He stopped mid sentence, feeling that he was saying too much about himself, but one more thought escaped him. maybe you could help me.

Immediately he wanted to get away from Juan and started walking in the direction of the garden that the other maids were leading everyone to, and a maid quickly followed after him and Juan, making sure they got to their destination. There was a small part of him that wanted the man to keep talking to him even though he didn’t know why. He mostly wanted to get away from him because he felt that he would become more and more embarrassed the more he continued talking.

Theo stood at the table in the garden where the finger foods were. He looked at the maze in the other direction of the garden. “Well that doesn’t look very safe…” He mumbled. He continued looking down at the food in front of him, not wanting to meet the man’s eyes just in case he ended up standing in front of him. why do we have to go in the garden first? He wondered. Theo just wanted to go to his room and explore the house.

@eunoia - Juan

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