You sit at the dining table with the other guests. Some you know, some are strangers to you. The tension is so palpable you could cut it with the steak knife in your hand. People shift nervously in their seats, eyeballing each other, wondering who amongst their number could be responsible.
The door creaks open and a man in a long black trench coat and a fedora enters. He inhales deeply on his cigarette and tips the fedora back. You are surprised, he is younger than you had expected, at least younger than most of the people who have lived in Casablanca for a while appear. The town has that effect on youth. It slowly, insidiously, saps away innocence and ideology, leaving only a bitter cynicism in its place. He sits with a measured pace, leans back in his chair and fixes each and every one of the ten guests near him with a steely gaze from grey eyes. You feel yourself break out in a cold sweat when his eyes linger on you. Eventually he relaxes somewhat. "I am the Inspector leading the investigation of this heinous and terrible murder. So, where shall we begin?..."
About a month before the party our character sheets were delivered through our letterbox with a basic outline of who we were and costume suggestions. It was clear that this was to be the high end of Casablancian society - formal DJ's, evening gowns, silk gloves and furs were all in abundance. Well, apart from Nicole le Grandbutte who was instructed to wear the shortest, slinkiest dress she could get away with.
We got ourselves fully dolled up and made our way to the home of the Chat Noir, the unfortunate victim with a penchant for good brie who had just been murdered. Sasha and James always go all out with their decorations when they host dinner parties to attempt to recreate as much of the style of the time period as possible. It certainly helps get you into the mindset of your character!
Fingers were pointed, reasons given and the disc was started again. I don't think that anyone got it right in the end as the two guilty parties were revealed.
Something Jackson thoroughly approved of as it meant he was finally getting some attention! I even did my first ever shot of Unicum, the drink that all of the new initiates to the lad's annual tour have to consume. It's revolting. If anyone ever offers it to you, just say no.