forum A Snake in The Hen House (2/6) spots opennenneenenenen

Started November 03, 2019 by Deleted user

tune

Edit topic

"Heh," Davie dryly chuckles, "Well good that we aren't completely turning against each other"

"Yeah, we're doing way better than I thought we would!" Tam took another swing of his drink, frowning when he emptied the glass. "But… maybe we should try to narrow down the scope a bit. Figure out exactly who the mole is. They had to be high-ranking, had to have access to the house, and had to be someone Bear trusted." He ticked the traits off on his fingers. "Anything I'm forgetting?"

Davie closes his eyes tightly, the drinks finally catching up to him, "Hmmm…No I don't think so" he half mumbles

“They probably also had a role that allowed them to disappear for long stretches of time without suspicion,” Shane commented. He glanced over at Chris. “I’m not calling you out or anything, though. Just stating possibilities.”

Tam hummed, popping his head up to glance at Shane. "What makes you say that? Couldn't someone have snuck in, killed him, and then snuck out to do their job normally until we found the body?"

“I think the traitor had to have been working with someone else. At least, that’s what makes the most sense to me.” Shane shifts nervously. “Anyone got any more liquor?”

Victor listens quietly, keeping to the back of the room as he let them talk. He went through files as they talked, figuring out what was the best course of action. He sighed quietly, before looking up. He hands Shane the small canteen he always carried with him. "Here. Have at it." He says gruffly before returning to the files.

“Thanks, pal,” Shane says, his hand shaking as he takes a long drink from the canteen, and immediately spits it out. “The hell is this? God, it tastes like something died in there!”

"Vodka." He replies sharply. "Ans if you don't like it fine. But I prefer my liquor strong." he sighed and took the canteen back. He shook his head before returning to the files.

Tam looked up in surprise when he realized there was another person in there with them. "Victor!? How long have you been listening in? I didn't even realize you were in here!"

Victor glances back up. "A while actualy. I've been going through Bears files, trying to figure out how to keep this going." He replies shortly. "Any other questions?"

Tam hummed consideringly for a few seconds, taking in the shelves with mild interest. He hadn't thought about going through Bear's stuff, too worried over who might have killed him and why. "Found anything good yet? And also, can I steal some of your vodka?"

(I can't access notebook during school so I'm sorry for.inactivity.)

He sighed and leaned back. "Only the basics. Bear wasn't one for little details. Or organization…" He shook his head and looked down before looking at Tam. "Go ahead. I'm not going to finish it anyways. To stressed."

Tam laughed. "Too stressed for alcohol? I can't imagine being in such a condition." He took the flask and poured the vodka out into his cup, passing it back to Viktor when he was done. "And I think you'll find better-kept files in the desk," he gestured towards it with his cup before taking a sip and grimacing a little at the taste. "He wasn't one for record-keeping but he did try."

"Most of the records we have are scraps I managed to compile together," Shane explained. "I'm afraid they're quite patchy in places, and I wish I could have done more. But I can't poof information out of thin air." He gestured wildly with his arms to emphasize the point.

"Until I see the files, I have no idea if I am able to have an input." Chris shrugged their shoulders, sighing dramatically. Being away from home did have its perks, but when it came to family matters there was only so much that Chris knew. "Would I be able to have a look through them?"

"I don't see why not." Shane leaned back in the chair and slipped his arms out of his suit jacket. With a sloppy flick of his wrist, he laid it over himself like a blanket. "Go for it."

Chris rose to their feet, stumbling slightly as they regained balance on those ridiculously thin heels. It had been a while since they had worn those particular heels, and had forgotten that balance was key. They made their way to the door and paused. With a sigh, they swivelled round, their fluffy locks bouncing with every movement. "Memory is a little rusty, where are they kept again?"

"Cabinet next to the desk, I think. That's where I put them, at least." Shane let out a little yawn. For some reason, alcohol always made him sleepy. Perhaps sleepy wasn't the best thing to be in a house full of dangerous criminals, but he was tired, and it had been a long few days.

(yup! that would be good!)
Davie squinted, "Bring the files back with you, I suppose, we need every piece of info we have to keep this organized. Bear kept this place as a well oiled machine, we should do the same."

Chris nodded, their hair falling in front of their eyes slightly. "Anything for you, Davie." They swung open the door and sashayed down the hall. It had been over a year since they had seen the walls of this house, every ornament and painting still sat in the same places, frozen.
With a distasteful huff, Chris marched up to The Bear's old office to retrieve the files, their heels echoing loudly. They didn't stop for a single second to reminisce the memories of that room, there was no point. With the scarce few files in hand, they left the office with a grim smile and made their way back down to the living room, waving them as they entered. "I imagine this is going to be a grown up version of story time."