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kendo grinned as he watched Ayran.

"so.... whatcha been up to, mate?"

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Quinn looks around seeing everyone talking, so he decides to get up and walk around the nearby area talking to himself while exploring. "Sooo Kendo and a couple others were involved with mafia business..." He continues to explore until he comes across a door with a sign that reads "Keep Out." He looked around and realized he wandered into a different quarter of the building. "Hmmmm, should I go in?" He said outloud.

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Lucinda got bored, so she too stood up and went to find Quinn; she found him in front of a door with ‘KEEP OUT’ written across it on a tape. She tapped him on the shoulder. “You’d better not go in, we might get into problems and troubles…”

"You're probably right. Did the rest come yet?" He looks towards Lucinda

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“Nope!” Lucinda said calmly and headed back to the room where the others were.

Ayran eyed Kendo suspiciously, and stopped playing around with the gold coin, and shrugged, "Nothin much, except y'know filming and stuff-"

Ayran paused and stared at Kendo curiously, "What bout you? It seems like you finally stopped your atrocious Boston accent."

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Lucinda went back to flippin a bottle, then she landed it upside down. "Hey, Kao-Starflower? I landed it upside down too XD, sorry you just look like someone I know..."

Quinn walked back and sees people talking and sits back down he decided to just take a nap in the chair and hopefully wake up or be woken up later.

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Majoree Sinclair

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Majoree had arrived.

The world had been paved for her from the moment she'd been born. Sinclair this, Sinclair that. The sorts of power and money a simple girl could only dream of.

The whole thing made Majoree sick. She would rather be at the bottom of the system than at the top. Maybe it made her naive. Secretly, she wondered how she could be the hero, when in truth, she was the perfect candidate for villain.

She'd entered into the world of design the minute she graduated. Her parents expressed disapproval for her lack of further education- but she hadn't cared. Let Chia be the special, smart one.

She could bite Majoree's a**.

Majoree had arrived. It was time to move forward.

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Lucinda sighed, how many others were they waiting for or is Majoree the last one? She leaned back in her chair.

Kendo shined his warm smile across the room.

"Now! I know we've worked on a movie together, but the atmosphere in here is awful tense! Cheer up, y'all! Let's party!"

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"And your definition of party is...?" Athena had a bad feeling she knew what was coming. But if everyone cheered up a bit, it would still be worthwhile.

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Quinn woke up and heard Kendo's words, "I'm in, as long as that's what you actually mean." Aiden sits up from slouching and waits for whatever is next.

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Eugh, partying- Layla was just not energetic enough. I hate this event already. She just stayed where she was, not saying anything in hopes that nobody would try to talk to her. When is this gonna be done, anyway?

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The director clinked a spoon on a crystal wine glass that she had stolen off a platter from a passing waiter.

"First, I would like to propose a toast. To our amazing movie!"

The guests all repeated the toast, many of them smiling, or at the very least, faking it.

They spent the better part of the evening watching the film. There were mixed reactions, cheers, and scattered applause throughout the screening. The cinematography was excellent, and many agreed that the enormous special effects budget had been spent expertly. Still, there were a few frozen smiles in the crowd, promises the director had made that strangely hadn't been fulfilled. Some of the cast members had clearly been favored for screen time. Some of the cast members clearly disapproved of the product, even if they weren't voicing this opinion. It was nearly 4am when they paused for some fresh air.

Two of their number found themselves on the balcony, and muttered darkly to each other. They conspired together planning a radical action in protest: murder. The director would take the blame as it was her mansion, and they would get away with all of it. They created a fool-proof plan, provided that no one caught on.

Another of the actors deftly reached into the bag they had worn to accessorize their outfit, feeling the medical supplies they had stored there. Preparation was key, and they were already suspicious of their cast members. They swore to protect the person who's life (they thought) was in danger.

A fourth cast member snuck after someone else, following them to the restroom where they watched them from afar. Yes, they would play the detective. They too suspected shenanigans...

When the cast woke up the next morning, many exhausted from a night of partying, they found one of their number was missing.

Some brief searching later, they found one of their number was dead.

It was Banica Conchita. Her ghost rose above, surveying the entire scene. In another life, she had also been first to die. Strange. the clarity she felt in death was infuriating.

The Director locked down the house, banished all the guests outside from the ten cast members, who had now become the only ten suspects (she herself had been speaking with the press at the time of the murder), and surrounded the mansion with police. No one could leave. Each day they could banish up to one of their number into police custody. But the movie had already fallen into enough scandal. This would kill their box office ratings.

"It seems there once again is a murderer or two among us..." Roxanne whispered into her camera's microphone. This time, she would be ready. The reporter had plans to turn this entire debacle into a podcast. She would make millions, just like the people she interviewed.

"This is an outrage! An affront to everything I hold dear! I knew I couldn't trust any of you. Mark my words, I said this movie was a terrible idea. But did anyone listen? NO! I will see your careers ended for this! You hear me? Ended! No one messes with this director." Sierra stormed around the mansion, complaining and screeching at anyone who would listen. The cast quickly learned to steer clear of her. She was by far the biggest drama queen out of all of them.

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Banica, you are dead. Blame the two killers. I would like to extend my heartfelt apologies for the fact that you have now been the first death twice in a row. Rest in peace, Starlight. But don't worry, I may have plans for you...

Everyone else may discuss. In 20 hours, I expect ejection votes. Put them in italics at the end of your final post of the day cycle. Be prepared for the next night cycle.

Thank you for understanding the pressure I am under for finals week. We will be speeding up soon...

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Starflower was horrified. This was supposed to be a friendly, and humorous, casting! But what do they have here? A MURDER?! Well, there was clearly no evidence. She would have to skip.

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kendo sighed. Not again.

"This [REDACTED] again?"

He huffed, sipping from a glass.

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Lucinda sighed, she thought it might come to this. She had no idea about Banica and where she was, she’s need to skip

Layla was surprisingly not affected that someone had died. She seemed surprisingly calm. i know, such a break from my usual characters being scared She looked everyone in the eyes for a few seconds with a cold glare, but studied everyones movements and reactions, saying nothing at all. Best not to make any assumptions yet. Might as well skip.

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Ayran clenched his fist, and looked at Kendo in the eye, and mouthed, "Is it you again?"

Even though he it would be too obvious if it was Kendo, he needed to ask.

Ayran looked at the gold coin in his palm, and frowned, thinking, yes he wasn't going to play detective this time, this time, he is only going to watch.

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