This report brought to you by courtesy of Pants... ummm... I mean Dr Fisher of Geneva:
Eight were the number of guests invited to the Bomb Party, each knowing that only seven would leave. It was I, Dr Fisher of Geneva, who concocted such a devious plan to leave one assassin dead by their own hands. I did not however, wish to send the poor soul to their death without having first eaten, so my cooks were ordered to create as fine a meal as possible.
The guests arrived in ones and twos, and on arrival they drew numbers to decide the order in which the boxes would be chosen and opened. The order was:
1 Pumpkin
2 Monkey Professor-for-a-head
3 The Dark Night of the Soul
4 Mirielle
5 Ugly Duckling
6 Honeybunch
7 Gonzo the Great and his Glamourous Assistant
8 HCN
Sadly, following some excessive drinking on the part of Ugly Ducling, he opened the top box on the pile. This left seven, so Pumpkin avoided death. Monkey Professor-for-a-head, The Dark Night of the Soul and Mirielle all successfully avoided dying. Fate, however, was not so fortunate for Ugly Duckling, who with the words "I know this is going to be the bomb" was left splattered across the room.
I reports:
I walked in to Peter's room and shot him in the back at some time between 1 and 4 seconds passed midnight. I had previously set my clock via the university time servers to get nice and accurate. I believe this is the first kill...
Edith the Hutt reports:
Knocked on Dave's Door. He claimed he wasn't playing, I shot him anyway just to be on the safe side.
Edith the Hutt reports:
Richard Thrippleton was also in Dave's room. He picked up a rubber band and pointed at me. He now sleeps with the fishes.
Ugly Duckling reports:
Right here we go then, at about 00:05 Ric Brakenbury and Abi Baker knocked on my door. I am veryt piised and told them to go daweay. I waitinged for them to go outside then I ran after them adnd CPSed them both.
Mwhahahahhahahhahahah they'rew both dead now.
The Dark Night Of The Soul reports:
Pre titles sequence:
"Lobachevsky, this court has found you guilty of all charges presented before it. You are an abhorrance to our society, a danger to all who walk on our streets today. Were I able to prescribe the penalty of death, that I would, but that option is not open to me. I judge you too dangerous to even remain in our time, your ability to distort our technology to your evil ways is uncontrollable. I therefore sentence you to exile in time, I order you to be sent back to the year 2000, when the technology that you have abused so greatly was not available. Whatever damage you cause there will be less than you threaten us with today, and I have full confidence that the authority of the time will be able to restrain your ways. You will be exiled to a strictly monitored cottage in the New Forest, where we hope that you will learn the error of your ways. If not, you shall spend the rest of your days living out the suffering that you have inflicted on so many here. Your time here is at an end. You shall never return. Begone!"
Cambridge University Assassins Guild Mayweek 2002 presents a Baker-Brackenbury production, by Ric Brackenbury, THE CHASES OF SUSPICION Starring: Jenny Chase Matthew Garrett(?) Jonathan Hogg and a full supporting cast.
Jenny looked around the boathouse, and after carefully checking that her gun was loaded, she signalled to PC Private Investigator, Agent Vash and Inspector Morse that everything was ready. Suddenly she heard a roar of gunfire behind her, and whirled round to see their target Robert Ludlum slaying PC Private Investigator. She began to scream, and reached for her gun, but was too late, as the bullets ripped through her body, she felt the life sucked out of her, and she collapsed to the ground.
When she awoke, she found herself in a strange room with an eerie glow, although there were no visible light sources. As her eyes became accustomed to the surroundings, she became aware of a figure standing a few metres away, looking into the distance.
"Ah, so you've finally awoken." the figure said without turning towards her.
"Who are you? Where am I?" asked a bewildered Jenny.
The figure finally looked towards her, and she saw that he was a young, tall
man, with fairly long hair.
"I am known as Matthew Garrett, and as for where you are, well, what do you
think?"
"I don't know....I don't feel any pain....this place seems, well,
unearthly."
The man smiled gently.
"Yes, you are indeed as perceptive as I have been told. You are on the
edge, this place neither exists in space nor time. It is merely a holding
space for what is to come. However I have held you here for a reason. You
have much to do, and the way ahead will be hard and dangerous, but you must
persevere, and find the truth. I am sending you forward a few months, to a
time when there is great danger afoot , and when much is in peril. You will
discover your task in time, that is something that I cannot tell you now.
Begin by finding youself. And then seek the duckling. And may you succeed
in your task."
"What do you mean?" shouted Jenny. "I don't understand, all this about tasks
and danger. What's going on?" But her cries faded into nothing as she
found reality fading around her, and she suddenly found herself sitting on
stone, a fountain she realised. Night was approaching. She recognised
Cambridge market square. Confused and alone, she set off to find someone as
weird as the previous guy, who might know what was going on. The
Time-Travelling Jenny Chase had arrived!
Brockenhurst in the summer was always full of tourists, but as Jenny enjoyed her ice cream in the sun, she remarked to herself that the place seemed different this year. Perhaps she was just getting older, and the hot summer was less exciting the more she was used to it. Having just sat her GCSEs, she was glad to get away from her schoolwork, and the New Forest had a certain buzz when it was full of people.
Her parents and brother were in a shop across the road, buying food, when
she became aware of someone standing close behind her.
"Ah, Jenny. On time as ever. How convenient."
Jenny swirled round, and saw that the young man before her was wearing a
long black coat, despite the sunshine.
"How do you know who I am?" she asked, backing away.
"Well, that's one of the benefits of dealing with time, it gives you all
sorts of advantages. Now listen child. You have much to do. There is so
much responsibility on your shoulders for one so young, but you must handle
all that comes your way. You are to find her who is older and wiser, then
seek out the ugly one together. Tell her that Matthew Garrett sent you. You
shall go now."
"I'm not going anywhere!" exclaimed Jenny, dropping her ice cream and
running towards the shop where her family were. But she felt her steps
getting lighter, her vision blurred, and all of a sudden, she found herself
in the middle of a large field. She was standing next to a small pillar,
and she could see a police station on one side, and a Pizza Hut on the
opposite corner. And so The Temporally Challenged Jenny Chase set off
towards the built-up area, wondering who "her who is older and wiser" was.
As the Time-Travelling Jenny Chase walked along, wondering where she was
aiming at, she froze, as she saw an oddly-familiar face walking towards
her-herself! Younger, wearing a hideous pair of shorts, but undeniably
herself. She panicked, and wondered if she should hide, but curiosity got
the better of her and she greeted the person before her, who threw herself
into Jenny's arms.
"Is that really you? I mean me. No, I don't know what I mean. I don't
know what I'm doing here. I'm scared. I don't want to be here. Help me!"
the Temporally Challenged Jenny Chase sobbed, as the Time Travelling Jenny
Chase reassured her.
"Listen, I don't know what's happening here, but I'm glad I've found you,
no, me. How have you got here?"
As it was raining, they went under the nearest shelter, as the two Jennys
compared stories.
What had happened to each of them was incredible by itself, but when the
Jennys heard the other's story, they were amazed, and began to wonder what
was really going on. They concluded that they had to find the ugly
duckling, but they had no idea where to look. As they were waiting, some
people went past, and the Chases caught a snippet of the conversation, one
of the crowd said,
"I might be the ugly duckling round here, but I'm still the chief WI." The
Jennys looked at each other excitedly, and decided to follow the crowd
across the courtyard of the college they had sheltered in. The crowd broke
up, and the Chases followed the Ugly Duckling to his room, where he shut the
door. The Jennys knocked loudly, but he seemed suspicious, and wouldn't
open his door. Dejectedly, Jenny and Jenny headed back across the
courtyard, chatting as they went.
"Doesn't the Blinovitch limitation effect mean that we shouldn't be able to
meet like this without causing a massive discharge of temporal energy?"
asked The Temporally Challenged Jeny Chase thoughfully.
"Oh come on. You don't think that this is a *serious* attempt at a coherent
story, do you?" came the reply. But before they could discuss this further,
they were both mown down by a hail of bullets from behind. They lay on the
ground mortally wounded, and saw the Ugly Duckling towering above them,
gloating.
"You're pawns in a much bigger game, I know that much." he said. "I don't
know if I could trust you; I'm not taking any chances at the moment.
Strange things are afoot. I don't know more. Seek the TimeKeeper if you
want to discover the truth. You'll recover soon enough."
And with that he disappeared, as the 2 Jennys faded from consciousness.
Athough it seemed like the end, their adventures had only just begun.
Gonzo the Great and his Glamorous Assistant reports:
Oops!
The Non-gentleman Spy reports:
As the (non-gentleman) spy was relaxing with wine, women and song (CDC ball) and scouting for victims and problems. He came across a couple, notably Sally Clough. When the pumpkin-hour arrived he jumped her, pulled his weapon, and did her there on the dancefloor. Fortunatley another aSASin was circling, who the ungentlemanly one had lost track of, and he was taken unexpectedly from behind. Ouch.
Pumpkin reports:
HCN is quite poisonous, but also very runny.
HCN reports:
Intelligence Report
Incident Time- 23.53- 0.56
Location- Central Cambridge
Assassin HCN leaves St Catharine's college 23.53, next sighting in market square area 0.00, assassin then appears to have moved towards sainsburys before heading down All saints passage, at this point the HCN is believed to have spotted two suspicious looking people carrying umbrellas standing against the railings of the triangle of land facing the trinity main gate. Unfortunately by the time identification was made and the individuals identified as Pumpkin and Honeybunch, had also spotted HCN. Sources reveal that HCN was unwilling to make an attack on two separated targets making their way towards him, and therefore retreated to a safe distance, checked for pursuit and then approached the area again from a new direction in the hope of approaching the targets unnoticed. A reconstruction using CCTV footage suggests the following course of subsequent events; Pumpkin observed standing on the trinity street/ bridge street corner however by the time approach had been made via a suitable route the target had moved.
Contact again made outside trinity when both targets observed walking 30m ahead of HCN opposite heffers Chase resumed, however lack of crowd cover prevents rapid or fast approach by HCN Targets next observed as they walked down Trinity Lane, but finally spotted HCN and ran off. Assuming targets were preparing to ambush on either Trinity lane or Senate house passage HCN was observed to drop down Rose crescent to markets square, from here he observed and was observed by the targets who moved to the from of great St marys.
Looping back via Rose crescent, trinity lane and senate house crescent HCN observed and trailed the targets at a distance towards Catz, last observation placed them outside kings lane entrance HCN loops round to approach catz from south, targets not found again despite several sweeps of area.
Honeybunch reports:
Was that an attempt on us? He was walking towards us from about 100m, we saw him, we ran towards him, he ran away.
I guess so, then.
Edith the Hutt reports:
Knocked on The Brain's Door. No response. Try again later.
Edith the Hutt reports:
Knocked on the door of The Brain's ruthless master, Pinky. Again no response. Went to bed.
Honeybunch reports:
Herr Todei Günther-Mörre shouldn't go walking about alone late at night. There are some evil psychopaths out there.
Herr Todei Günther-Mörre reports:
Whilst strolling home late with my mates,
I came to closed Clare college gates,
Turning round we went back,
But alas and alack,
Was killed by Bjoern with Ms Chase.
Pumpkin reports:
While looking for some easy targets outside Trinity Hall, I happened to spot Herr Todei Günther-Mörre. As opposed to other individuals he didn't run fast enough.
Honeybunch reports:
Wasn't there, didn't do anything, didn't see anything :-)
Holzhauer's Bane reports:
This one doesn't read the news, doesn't read the web, dosen't read her email. Hence totally unawares was she, to the knock at the door, totally unawares to the loaded shotgun, and totally unawares until I fired, and it all went dark.....
Ugly Duckling reports:
Feeling very drunk, and wanting more kills, I moved through the tunnel towards North Court and chatted to friends. Saw Ed, but I knew he was armed and sober, so didn't bother to attempt to kill him, I knew I would die. I also knew he would be rowing today.
3rd Muppet reports:
I was visiting a friend in a nearby staircase, and decided that I should return to my room. I got outside, and there was a big throng of Scott's friends, accompanying a rather inebriated Scott. Who had some large-caliber water-weaponry. I dived into my staircase, effectively foiling his plan, because he did not have anything other than the CPS, and couldn't actually kill me any more. Oops.
Pumpkin reports:
Holzhauer's Bane turned out to be Holzhauer's fitness trainer, as he ran away for quite a while, before going on to hiding in some bushes.
Honeybunch reports:
He wan home to his fwiend Mike. He must have missed Forster, I'm sure I saw Tom just before Bjoern saw Matt.
Holzhauer's Bane reports:
Tense standoff at 1am.
Stalking the outside of Caius for returning assassins is a good idea in abstract, until said assassins actually appear. Walking face to face into a heavily armed Pumpkin & Honeybunch is not one to be repeated. After much stalking (and a hasty retreat) they disappeared into the fortress of Caius
Pumpkin reports:
We weren't able to char some Smokey Bacon, because said bacon runs quite fast as well.
Honeybunch reports:
What's the point in getting your friends out to run away from Bjoern with you? He ran away with a speed directly proportional to the speed of approach of Bjoern. Matt was hiding in the bushes and had to run off through the bushes when we spotted him. Mike then looked at us, waved the rifle and used a mobile phone before running away some more.
Smokey Bacon reports:
Well, realising that Cambridge's most dangerous player would be out and about on the first night of the game, and that Bjoern would probably be with her, I ventured out to try and score some quick kills.
However, upon running into the pair I realised I was hopelessly outgunned and so I ran away for a bit, and then returned to College.
Holzhauer's Bane reports:
The person who let us into the building also informed the potential target of our approach. Hence a fierce firefight ensued in the corridor, resulting in a simultaneous kill with supersoakers at short range.
I reports:
Mathew Johson killed me, and I killed him. My neighbor let him in, most unsporting.....
I hear I have been added to the "People who aren't playing but shoot anyway" list. I am somewhat amused at having gained this notoriety for doing nothing whatsoever. It's almost as good as people asking me what the baby seals tactics were - they were mainly people who were at a drunken party and thought the guns were cool. The closest we got to mafia tactics was when I showed Martin the way to Girton.
Anyway, this morning I was wandering through Trinity with the rest of Lady Margaret Boat Club, when I saw Jenny and Bjoern. What a sweet couple they make. Kind of reminds me of a couple of hamsters. They look cute and cuddly but the vicious buggers'll bite your arm off as soon as look at you.
I decided I would point in their general direction and shout Bang. I can't do justice to Jenny's expression, but I'm sure most members of the police farce last term will look back on it with fond memories, and some with painful chins.
Have a fun game everyone. Just to make sure everyone's absolutely clear: I'm not playing this term.
Honeybunny reports:
Ooooooh dear, someone´s boyfriend is very bad and signed up poor little Rebecca. Fortunately it was me who walked in and not Bjoern, really. The boyfriend, Tim Redding, will suffer shortly.
Lady reports:
Another door left open, a little lurking and a nice dry kill with post-mortem hot chocolate. What a nice girl.
Lady reports:
Her pseudonym sounded too much like mine, but it wasn't her fault. She died anyway. Tim Redding will follow.
Lady Jennifer M. Winstam reports:
The Chases of Suspicion Part 2a. Lady Jennifer M. Winstam finished her creation and stepped back to admire her handiwork. The garden looked spectacular, she had put hours of work into it, with the fountain and rock garden her personal favourite. She decided to head back into her mansion, as it was getting colder, and Jo would want supper soon. As she trudged across the meticulously cut lawn, she was aware of a young man sitting in a recliner on the patio. "Ah, Lady Winstam, what a beautiful garden," he began politely. At this point he was interrupted. "Who are you, and what are you doing in MY garden? Security!!" The man gently laughed. "Your security is temporarily unavailable, I'm afraid. I think it's time you went on a little journey." Again, he found himself interrupted. "I decide where I go, thank you, and who ARE you?" The smile returned. "Well, some people would call me Matthew, but what's in a name Lady Winstam?" "Get out of my house!" The voice was suddenly firmer. "You will go and accomplish the task set out for you. Your earthly authority is nothing compared to the power I have access to. Go, and look for she who is pink." Lady Winstam ran inside the house, and locked the door, but as she did so, she felt faint, and collapsed to the floor. When she woke up, she was in an unfamiliar place. As her head cleared, she realised that she was on a sports pitch. She presumed that it was used for playing rugby, by the goal posts at each end. As there was no one in sight, she decided to head for the local police station to report her abduction, and to give the details of that man Matthew. However, she had hardly left the ground when she noticed a man waiting for her outside. He was also young, younger perhaps, and had a face full of knowledge and wisdom. She felt that she could trust him, and was only half surprised when he said, "Lady Jennifer, how good to see you. Why not sit and rest awhile? The temporal dislocator can have nasty short-term side-effects, you know." Jennifer slumped down on the wall where he was sitting, not too close, but she felt for the first time in many years that she was involved in something that was bigger than her. Although the constant media coverage had its downside, she always felt a sense of importance that people would go so far to cover her every movement and action, but this, this was something different. She was being manipulated against her will. This she was not used to. She maintained her dignified composure, however. The man continued. "It must have been a nasty shock, being sucked away like that. This is 2002, by the way. You've travelled back 25 years. I know it's hard to accept, but there you go. How do you feel?" "I don't know. I just don't know what to make of this. You say it's 2002? Well, I can't see the ozone shield, so I suppose it's plausible." A car went passed, Jennifer hardly recognised it. "Oh my" she said as reality dawned on her. "But who are you?" "I am the Timekeeper. It is my job to monitor what goes on under the surface, to ensure that the laws of time are adhered to, and remedy as appropriate." "Go on." "Someone has been interfering. Dabbling in the very fabric of space/time. You shouldn't be here. You should be in 2027. This isn't the only disturbance. The temporal energy released could cause destruction beyond your wildest imagination." "And the Matthew who sent me here? What about him?" asked Lady Winstam. "Who knows? Matthew is a common name in this time. I don't know what's going on, but I sense extreme danger. Be on your guard at all times, trust no-one, and see what you can find. You've been brought here for a reason, Lady Jennifer, by someone with a huge amount of power. Be very careful." Jennifer felt that she had an ally in this mysterious timekeeper, but before she could question him further, he simply vanished before her eyes, with the words "Good Luck" ringing in her ears. She could see people heading down one of the streets, so she decided to follow it, and she soon ended up in the city centre. She tried to extract some money from her bank, but her card wasn't accepted by any of the machines she tried. Dejectedly she sat down on a cobbled street with many tourists walking up and down, and wondered how a lady of her standing could get involved in such a situation.
Mirielle reports:
Location: Selwyn Cripps Court
Target: Ric Braknebury.
Report: Upon knocking I was told to enter. opening the door to a hail of rubber bands - aimed in totally the wrong direction, I proceeded to retliate with my assault canon, removing Ric's right arm. Agreeing to stop it there, I left.
Neighbours scared: 1
Neighbours failing to notice a CPS pointed at them as they walked apst: 1
Senorita Amapola reports:
Lurked outside Tit Hall for a few minutes. Saw Mr Johnson leaving Shot him He was already dead.
Senorita Amapola reports:
*knock knock* "who is it?" "Michael; I'm here to kill you"
Short, honest and to the point, I'll give him that. Needless to say, I wasn't going to let him in. I talked to him through a barely open door for a while, then he left.
I opened my window, pointed the CPS out, and waited. Saw him walking down the street, I shot, the wind deflected it and hit his arm, he ran, I shut the window and was annoyed for a bit.
I reports:
Shot my neighbor in a duel
pigeonAteHe reports:
Well, I'm improving.
During our duel I (Peter McIntyre) managed to hit Neill Smith's arm.
Mirielle reports:
Meeting the corpse of Matthew Jackson on my way in, I chatted for a minute, proceeding towards Polly's room, I see Cripps coming out of hall, he jumps when he sees me. Stepping behind cover I pull out a CPS, stepping back out I see a grinning Mr. Cripps with a pellet gun standing behind a random civilian. Seeing the CPS, he shouts "s**t!" and runs. Unfourtunatly I am not quick enough to catch before he reaches his room. I perform a strategic retreat.
The Tramp reports:
He nearly didn't recognise the tramp with the hat in time, but then he ran away after a brief firefight. As all monkeys do he returned to the scene of banana throwing, where he was gunned down.
1st Muppet reports:
Ed came to row, poor little thing. We hope his boat did well with 7 men, we have the nasty feeling it would tend to go in circles. At least last time Bjoern had the decency to kill an even number.
3rd Muppet reports:
Figured that someone would try to kill me at boathouse, went different way to boathouse, still got ambushed at boathouse, although had I actually had a weapon drawn at the time, I might have at least stood some chance (possibly). Bumped First and Third IV at least.
An alcoholic reports:
I was going to have a look at the Trinity, Caius and Corpus boathouses when I spotted BjoernandJenny walking along the other side. I waited for them to cross back over, ensured they followed me under the bridge while I circled around behind. Unfortunately Bjoern saw me coming from behind. Bugger. No chance now, they knew I was around, they had CPS, they had two people, I was one. Played with them for a bit, then had to go and watch rowing.
An alcoholic reports:
I was going to have a look at the Trinity, Caius and Corpus boathouses when I spotted BjoernandJenny walking along the other side. I waited for them to cross back over, ensured they followed me under the bridge while I circled around behind. Unfortunately Bjoern saw me coming from behind. Bugger. No chance now, they knew I was around, they had CPS, they had two people, I was one. Played with them for a bit, then had to go and watch rowing.
Mirielle reports:
After seeing James Osbourne in G&P I proceed to try and ambush him on his way back to Jesus, failing this I proceeded to go to his room where I challenged him to a duel with pellet guns. 5 mins later we are standing behind his building with guns in hand. After we both emptied our clips the first time, we had both lost a leg. Reloading, we went at it again. After interchange of fire he gets lucky and hits me on the forehead with a bullet. Dead.
Johnson's Bane reports:
the nasty nasty person stole my gun just before he respawned and wouldn't give it back...
Senorita Amapola reports:
Saw him out of kitchen window, looked at watch, realised it was half an hour after his resurrection... Confined him to the grave once more in Caius plodge.
Pumpkin reports:
We ran into Abi in John's, her puny little shield wasn't enough cover against my little squirty water-pistol.
The CPS reports:
Tim Redding confessed under only slight duress to attempted mass soaking-by-proxy of innocent Newnham girls. Due to his cooperation with the Cambridge Prosecution Service his sentence was reduced to, erm, death. But only by band gun.
Slightly more dangerous Dave reports:
The difference in dangerousness was mainly explained by the fact that I had a weapon on me, my trusty cap gun, and he didn't.
Dangerous Dave reports:
If this isn't incompetence, I don't know what is. Talking to the ghost of Lord Horatio Pigsbottom a few minutes earlier, I mentioned that I was currently unarmed, so he offered to lend me his water pistol. Naturally, Dangerous Dave foolishly had to decline, to live up to his reputation of living dangerously. "There's not much chance of being killed if I'm walking around town for a few minutes" - words which would be among my last. The familiar voice of Pumpkin called out my name from behind as I headed to Sainsbury's, the game was up; Honeybunch delivered the fatal shot. Deceased Dave will return soon!
An alcoholic reports:
Saw Sally on Grassy, so shot her in the back. Legged it quickly when James showed his face.
Matt Garrett reports:
What it all comes down to Is that a bicycler is approaching me... He's got one hand on the handles And the other one is drawing a RPG...
I'm tense but I'm focused I'm draw as I spin He grins as he fires I've survived but he keeps on going I'm brave but I'm drawing heavy weapons I'm standing in the wet grass and what it all boils down to Is that no one's really killed me just yet I've got one hand in my pocket And the other one is fixing my hair What it all comes down to my friends Is that everything's just fine fine fine
An alcoholic reports:
I had been getting a good look at Lohse over the last day or so (he was in the boat near my 3rd men). I waited for a bit after he had finished his race, then went to see where he had got to. He was *still* at the boat house. Anyway, eventually he left, as he crossed Emma footbridge I attempted to cycle up behind him but he saw me and dodged the bullet.
I then circled around them and followed until they'd put all their weapons away (he gave an XP-270 to one of his mates, couldn't see who that was). So, coming out of the bus station I dumped Isobel (my bike) ran up behind and shot Lohse.
Matt Garrett reports:
A blister on your food before a 10 minutes walk An alcohol ban during May Week It's like 10,000 spoons when all you need is a kife It's finding an '84 Riesling Auslese And then finding it corked And isn't it ironic? don't you think? A little too ironic and yeah I really do think
It's being shot in the back where your too slow to react It's not drawing your weapon until you are dead It's the gut feeling that you just ignored Who would've thought it figures?
Senorita Amapola reports:
Matt Laycock in the garden party with the rubber pellet gun.
The Man with the Golden Band reports:
I got shotted in the back!
Senorita Amapola reports:
Tom Forster in the street outside the fudge shop with the rubber pellet gun.
Holzhauer's Bane reports:
A classic hit and run (from a bike).
Eccles reports:
Killed Hannah Burton again as she walked along D floor of Wolfson Building. I'm guessing it's inadvisable to just kill the same person several times...
The infamously trigger-happy Bjoern Holzhauer reports:
Shoot first ask later.
The Tramp reports:
The guy just walked into the room of The Man With No Name, in which we had already been waiting for a while. He even looked like he could be the target, but he apparently wasn't. Ooops.
The Temporally Challenged Jenny Chase reports:
The Chases of Suspicion-Part 2b Jenny looked in the mirror and admired her ball dress once more. Her final may ball before graduation, and she was by now an expert at getting ready and looking immaculate. A dress to kill, she thought, as she awaited her companion to take her to ball. There was a knock on the door, and she elegantly strode across her room to greet her guest. She opened the door, preparing to embrace her gorgeous boyfriend once more. She screamed. She screamed some more. She the cowered back as the young tall man in the black, foreboding coat towered over her. "A lovely dress, Jenny." he said, sending Jenny even more into shock. "Who are you?" she stammered. The voice was less threatening than the appearance, but Jenny still scared. "Me, well I am none other than Matthew Garrett, but do you realise just how important you are?" "What d-do you mean?" Jenny was on the verge of losing control, and broke down in tears. "I have a task for you, only you. But not here, and certainly not now. It's time to go and achieve the plan. Find yourself, then go Hawaian. You shall go now." When Jenny looked up, she saw an impressive white building in front of her, and several people walking past in gowns. She recognised the senate house, and after checking that that horrid Matthew Garrett had gone, she decided to head along the largest road with the streams of tourists. She suddenly saw a sight that surprised her even after what had just happened. She wasn't sure, but that old lady sitting on the wall, watching the tourists pass, looked suspiciously like herself! She inched closer, trying to get a better look. Suddenly the older lady saw her, and there was mutual recognition. There was a mixture of expressions on both faces;relief at someone who could be trusted, but also more apprehension, as yet another bizarre twist of events occurred. They sat down next to each other in silence, neither knowing what to say. Eventually they exchanged stories, and although they didn't trust Matthew Garrett, they had no choice but to trust each other. Suddenly, a man walked past in a brightly coloured shirt. Could this be the Hawaian clue that they were to follow? While dubious of following Matthew Garrett's instructions, they had no better ideas, so followed at a distance. Jenny Chase in the Fourth Dimension recognised that they were heading to Churchill, and more Hawaian shirts joined them as they got ever closer. They could hear the cheesy music playing, and they wondered what the "pink" clue was about. Once inside, Jenny and Lady Jennifer entered the bar. Lady Jennifer was reluctant to be seen in such a place, but was dragged in by Jenny. Once they had got accustomed to the noise and light, they saw a girl in a dazzling pink dress. She soon left, and Jenny and Lady Jennifer followed her as she headed to her room. They were about to knock on the door, when it opened, and the girl had a large gun in her hand. Instinctively, Lady Jennifer M. Winstam produced a sharp garden tool from her pockets and thrust it into the chest of the poor girl, whose pink dress started to go distinctly red. As she sank to the floor she uttered her last words: "I was just suspicious when I saw you. It's Dave Manning you really need to find. Arrrgh......." Jenny Chase in the Fourth Dimension looked on in amazement that such a dignified lady had such quick and lethal reactions, but was assured by Lady Jennifer that it was merely years of practice. Leaving the corpse behind they quested on.
The Temporally Challenged Jenny Chase reports:
The Chases of Suspicion-Part 2b Jenny looked in the mirror and admired her ball dress once more. Her final may ball before graduation, and she was by now an expert at getting ready and looking immaculate. A dress to kill, she thought, as she awaited her companion to take her to ball. There was a knock on the door, and she elegantly strode across her room to greet her guest. She opened the door, preparing to embrace her gorgeous boyfriend once more. She screamed. She screamed some more. She the cowered back as the young tall man in the black, foreboding coat towered over her. "A lovely dress, Jenny." he said, sending Jenny even more into shock. "Who are you?" she stammered. The voice was less threatening than the appearance, but Jenny still scared. "Me, well I am none other than Matthew Garrett, but do you realise just how important you are?" "What d-do you mean?" Jenny was on the verge of losing control, and broke down in tears. "I have a task for you, only you. But not here, and certainly not now. It's time to go and achieve the plan. Find yourself, then go Hawaian. You shall go now." When Jenny looked up, she saw an impressive white building in front of her, and several people walking past in gowns. She recognised the senate house, and after checking that that horrid Matthew Garrett had gone, she decided to head along the largest road with the streams of tourists. She suddenly saw a sight that surprised her even after what had just happened. She wasn't sure, but that old lady sitting on the wall, watching the tourists pass, looked suspiciously like herself! She inched closer, trying to get a better look. Suddenly the older lady saw her, and there was mutual recognition. There was a mixture of expressions on both faces;relief at someone who could be trusted, but also more apprehension, as yet another bizarre twist of events occurred. They sat down next to each other in silence, neither knowing what to say. Eventually they exchanged stories, and although they didn't trust Matthew Garrett, they had no choice but to trust each other. Suddenly, a man walked past in a brightly coloured shirt. Could this be the Hawaian clue that they were to follow? While dubious of following Matthew Garrett's instructions, they had no better ideas, so followed at a distance. Jenny Chase in the Fourth Dimension recognised that they were heading to Churchill, and more Hawaian shirts joined them as they got ever closer. They could hear the cheesy music playing, and they wondered what the "pink" clue was about. Once inside, Jenny and Lady Jennifer entered the bar. Lady Jennifer was reluctant to be seen in such a place, but was dragged in by Jenny. Once they had got accustomed to the noise and light, they saw a girl in a dazzling pink dress. She soon left, and Jenny and Lady Jennifer followed her as she headed to her room. They were about to knock on the door, when it opened, and the girl had a large gun in her hand. Instinctively, Lady Jennifer M. Winstam produced a sharp garden tool from her pockets and thrust it into the chest of the poor girl, whose pink dress started to go distinctly red. As she sank to the floor she uttered her last words: "I was just suspicious when I saw you. It's Dave Manning you really need to find. Arrrgh......." Jenny Chase in the Fourth Dimension looked on in amazement that such a dignified lady had such quick and lethal reactions, but was assured by Lady Jennifer that it was merely years of practice. Leaving the corpse behind they quested on.
Lady reports:
Whaaaaaaaat?
Well, I'm suitably mystified.
Pumpkin reports:
After a previous firefight against HCN and Mirielle, we watched them going into the Queen's films open air showing, which Mirielle had specifically requested to be in bounds. We waved at them from outside and they waved their weapons at us. We noticed they were sitting with their backs to King's college accomodation, which ensured their safety from any attacker in Queen's.
Hence we went to King's and after knocking on the doors of several empty rooms, we eventually found a very nice person with a lovely window overlooking Jon and Tom.
Lady reports:
Leaning from the window with Bjoern, we assigned targets and shot 'em.
Their large weapons were in their hands, and a hail of bullets on their heads. They looked a little surprised.
Thus shall die all cats.
Mirielle reports:
Tom F and I just got killed (2130) by Bjorn and Jenny. Aftre a tense stand off on Queens bridge we eventually made it across when B + J disapperared. We sat in the far corner of the field with our backs to the river, thinking we were safe as we could see everything coming. Then we were shot from above - B&J had coerced their way into someone's room and shot us from the windows.
The Dark Night Of The Soul reports:
The Chases of Suspicion Part 2c. As the Jennys headed down the stairs to find this mysterious Dave Manning, Lady Jennifer suggested to Jenny Chase in the Fourth Dimension that she picked up Divya Mohan's gun. After a few minutes, they found the staircase with the name Dave Manning on, and crept up to the top. They knocked on the door, fearing an ambush, but were surprised when it opened. The smart man inside welcomed them in with a smile, but before they could ask anything, he pointed a gun to Lady Jennifer's head, and demanded that she tell him everything she knew of what was going on. When she replied that she knew nothing, it only made him more angry, and Jenny Chase in the Fourth Dimension thought that her older self was in danger. Tentatively she pulled out her gun, but then froze. She had never killed anyone before, and she had always hated violence. Her finger quivered, Dave was now screaming, she felt he was about to shoot, and her finger pressed the trigger. Time seemed to slow before her eyes. She saw the bullet rushing towards Dave, she heard the scream of pain, and felt the relief that Lady Jennifer M. Winstam was experiencing. She also felt a sense of revulsion, that she had carried out such a sickening act, and had to look away. "Thank you." said Lady Jennifer after a long pause. Silence. After a while, when Jenny had calmed down, they searched the victim's pockets, and found an interesting note. It read: "Dave, They have arrived and must be progressed towards the goal. A fifth may be on the way. It is essential that the true purpose of their being here is kept hidden from them until it is too late. You shall be greatly rewarded. The Chopper" Jenny and Lady Jennifer looked at each other. They began to realise how high the stakes were, and wondered exactly they were being dragged into. They were tired and weary, and settled down for the night in Dave's room ***** The knock on the door was as loud as it was hurried. The occupant of the room wearily opened his door, and said, "It's two-o-clock in the morning. What do you want?" The answer came back with a distinct German accent. "Ed, I've just received word. We are to guard the artefact once more. The conditions are seen as too dangerous." Ed got dressed and followed his companion outside, and they hurried off into the rain, hoping that they would be in time. To be continued.......
Matt Garrett reports:
The innocents never act so inncoent when you are paranoid and they start looking towards you and acting like they are drawing weapons They're trying had to confuse me, baby, but baby I stabbed him...
I stabbed that innocent ooohhhh that innocent I shot that innocent Now 10 points are gone, gone, gone, whoh whoh whoh...
Lord Horatio Pigsbottom reports:
My goings into people-filled public places at every opportunity eventually paid off when, after mentioning to a friend that Thomas Hopkinson (as the only member of Trinity whose appearance was not known to me) was an important unknown factor, I was informed that he had just walked past on his way to watching the fireworks display and was wearing a green top and blonde hair. Finding a man matching that description, I shot him; it turned out that he was indeed the man in question.
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