Domain of Decadent Delusion

## Session One: When You Whisper on a Star

Professor Estelle Laurent, adorned in her customary blues and golds, clutches a mysterious invitation, its secrets veiled in shadows. As she ventures forth, a haunting flashback descends upon her.

The three hags, Granny Weaver, Granny Promise, and Granny Sand, who masquerade as elderly wizards with their crooked huts, beckon her and her brother, Gerard, to gather secrets like dark sustenance. Tea and pastries are served, and magical talking beasts, loyal companions, whisper in eerie harmony.

Embarking on their twisted mission, children Estelle and Gerard arrive at the grand masquerade, where a beautiful yet eerily dead duchess haunts the spectral affair. A fatal faux pas by a certain Felicity Tofeld's partner draws a chilling response, turning him to dust, prompting Estelle to follow closely behind. Unearthing secrets and dark treasures, gathering secrets so her mother-hags can feed on suffering, she earns the gift of her cat Bijou's speech from the hags, facilitating clandestine exchanges. Bijou, wise and patient, helps guide her through her lovelorn teenage years (turning her popped pimples into a constellation).

Next, she reminisces about her early days as an astronomy professor, leading us to the halls of the university. The disheartening speech of Magister Lucius Pichard reveals Estelle's underfunded department. Determined, she aims to sway the Camille family, despite their daughter, Sedania's aversion to her. Tutoring reluctantly commences, leading to an uneasy agreement and a sizable donation for the department. She goes to the Magpie's Nest to buy some much-needed chalk.

Outside, disgraced professor Jean Claude's plight piques Estelle's compassion, prompting her transformation into the enigmatic fairy godmother, The Shooting Star. Beneath her golden mask, she aids him with a trade, setting in motion a web of whispers to mend his shattered life--taking her gold tooth in exchange for aesthetic gloves. Later, Gerard shows her a glimpse of her vigilante alter ego in the papers, alongside the disgrace of a noble named Emeric Bordeaux.

In yet another flashback, Estelle confers with her star pupil, Muriel Dimonte, atop a rooftop, observing a flickering in the dragon constellation. A portentous sign eludes them, hinting at an enigmatic star yet to rise.

Returning to the present, Estelle looks at her invitational once more. She stands on the cusp of the spectral gala, a realm of secrets, intrigue, and enigmatic terror awaiting her arrival.

## Session Two: More Than He Could Chew

The evening sun casts long shadows on Lady Catherine Ferra’s estate. She sits alone at her dining table as she reminisces about the moments that shaped her life. Even in private, she is concerned about how she looks–even if only to her servants. She needs to shield herself and her scars, so she wears her mask. It’s almost for her own comfort and as a shield to the rest of the world.

She knows her estate is vulnerable, as is her position.

Her table is set for two, even though she dines alone. The second setting is set in memory of her late husband. She isn’t really eating–just cutting up her food and moving it across the plate, occasionally nibbling. In the silence, she glances at the second empty seat–and she hears a little noise coming from her pocket. It’s her pocket watch, ticking away.

We revisit the past, when things were better and how they used to be. It is a time when she is dating her eventual husband, Tobias. Tobias has recently achieved his first patent, granted by the Duchess. He has invited Catherine to a date in a creative way–by a scroll delivered by a little mechanical bird.  True to his form, there’s still a small smudge of grease in the corner of the note where he forgot to clean his hands before sending it. The note is straightforward, so Catherine goes to where he has asked her to meet him.

She dresses nicely for the date, but trips on her heels. She smiles, and lets Tobias break the tension. Tobias is a handsome man with broad shoulders; muscular, wears his hair in a ponytail, and the start of a beard growing in.

Lady Catherine senses some trepidation in Tobias. She knows that he has gone above and beyond his comfort zone, setting up this date for her. He tells her that he wrote to Rordan Gamsey about an invention they worked on together (a whistling frying pan) and sent it to him, and Rordan Gamsey wrote back and said that he’d like to cook for the two of them. He says that he wants to test out the pan with both of them there. Lady Catherine is overjoyed at the thought that Rordan Gamsey has one of her prototypes. They are on their way to see him now.

They run to where they are supposed to meet Rordan Gamsey, but Catherine trips on her heels again and can’t keep up. Tobias is way ahead of her, and waits for her when she arrives at his apartment.

In Tobias’ apartment, there are signs that Tobias has attempted to keep the appearance of wealth. His shoes are weathered, some of the designs on his workbench are drawn on lower quality parchment and with lower quality ink.

Shortly after, Lady Catherine sees Rordan Gamsey–the famous halfling chef–is here. He tells her that he wants to make the perfect risotto, and thinks he can with her invention. They will start with poached pears, truffle infused mushroom risotto, a lavender-infused creme brulee.

Lady Catherine and Tobias are…cooking their own meal, supervised by Rordan Gamsey? Lady Catherine looks around for ingredients, and struggles until she uses her magic to help. Tobias also is successful. They are holding their dishes, and Rordan Gamsey asks them to present their dishes. Tobias presents his dishes, as does Catherine. Rordan describes Tobias and Catherine’s meals as great individually, but together they are tremendous. He congratulates them on their work.

Rordan Gamsey says “I must go, Dementlieu needs me!” and grabs the frying pan and a grappling hook and disappears out the window as he scales rooftop to rooftop, and finally down into an alley and then he is gone. They eat the food that the two of them cooked and enjoy the incredible meal they created.

Lady Catherine–Cat, to Tobias–thanks Tobias for the lovely night and meal. Tobias says that he knows they have been dating for a while, and goes into the other room. He says that when he saw Rordan Gamsey jump out the window, it inspired him. He knows he hasn’t “made it” yet, and he wants to assure her that they will be ok forever. He is not asking her to marry him, but rather asking her for the ability to ask her this question in about a year. Lady Catherine tells him that if he ever wants to take the leap, she will jump with him.

We cut back to the ticking of Catherine’s stop watch. We are now at one of the finer meals they host at the prime of their lives. Tobias is climbing up the rungs of the Dementlieu ladder. Tobias is the same in private, but he has also learned how to present himself more nobly. He has become more sophisticated as his clientele has also grown more sophisticated.

Lady Catherine is working on the design of a brighter lightbulb and more kitchen items. She hears Tobias return as he comes in the door. He takes off his fine outfit, and says that he has not had a good day. He has a new client, the Bordeauxs. They are perfectly nice people, but they are asking him to develop a manor. If it’s as good as they want it to be, the Duchess will just take it from them herself. He politely suggested that this shouldn’t be a one-man job, but they want him. He can’t tell if they’re trying to mess with him or not. Catherine says she is willing to help him. If this project is as big as he claims, it will require both of them.

Tobias was able to achieve what the Bordeauxs were asking. This meant many late nights, hard work by both of them–with Catherine working mostly behind the scenes. They eat simple foods, and some decadent ones, all made with love. One night, when she brings him some stew and bread, he tells her about the dragon constellation. He says–what if he can grab the stars and give them to her? Lady Catherine wonders how. He says the power of love is the most powerful magic in the universe–and that’s mostly a metaphor about grabbing the stars. He hands her Tik Tok, her pocket watch. He calls it her “new best friend”. He says he is going to finish working, he has to file a new patent for Tik Tok.

When she looks at Tik Tok for the first time, she sees ways to make it even better. Tik Tok coughs some sparks and smoke, and it makes her think about the possibilities.

Over the next few years, Tobias’ work is noticed. His time gets taken up with a lot of that. She finds herself waiting at home for a meal with him, and many nights the meal gets cold and she eats alone. Over this time, Tik Tok becomes more refined by Catherine. He hair begins to gray and whiten, and she ages slowly. More and more dinners are missed, Tobias gets busy with other things.

One night, Tobias comes home and he finally got the contract. He said he is going to make the lab for the Sedania contract. He said he has to name it after “the daughter”, but it’ll be a place they can both work. He knows he hasn’t been present lately, and he is sorry. She is clearly not happy. He finds a way to snap her out of her defensive mode. He shows her the signature page on the contract, and there is a place where her name and signature should go. She is comforted by the notion that they are still working together.

One night, Tobias tells her about his childhood. One day, his father left out of the blue. His mom handled it by pretending that he was away on business beyond the mist, or that he was leading an army, or some other lie. She had a portrait commissioned of him. He remembers the portrait of his father, but he doesn’t remember what his dad actually looked like. Catherine tells him that it’s good to move forward. This makes Tobias think of something, but he’s not going to spoil it for her.

Catherine takes out Tik Tok and he comes to life. This propels us again forward more years. This time, the gears look well-oiled and well-maintained, with brand new machinery. Everything is fluid, and moving succinctly. We zoom into a well-crafted cog. When we zoom out, we see the full estate–the formerly Bordeaux estate, which now belongs to the Ferras.

The downfall of the Bordeaux–including the embarrassment of its patriarch–led to a decision by the Ferras to buy the Bordeaux mansion. She wonders if it’s morally right to buy it based on the Bordeaux’s misfortune, but Tobias says it’s not their place to worry about that.

As they move into the Bordeaux estate, we meet one of the estate’s groundskeepers. He introduces himself as Wayne Tuinman, he tells her to just call him Wayne. She offers her hand for him to kiss instead of shake, a first for her as the new owner of this estate.

At this time in their lives, Lady Catherine Ferra notices an increasing weariness about Tobias. He is clearly burning the candle at both ends, and not taking to being a lord very well. She can tell he is using more materials, like platinum. He also is using materials that are not normally used in Dementlieu, and that are not native to this land. She senses that he is working on a necessary task.

Lady Catherine is tinkering less and attending to her husband more. He tells her that he thinks he is on to something. He says he has another “pre-ask”, like their marriage. He was thinking about what she said about this estate and the Bordeauxs, and his dad, and that they are inventing to help people. He thinks he has something that can help everything, but it’s not ready yet. His pre-ask is: he wants to know if she is open to renewing their vows as soon as he finishes this project. He thinks it’s days away. Lady Catherine gives him a “pre-yes”. Even though they are older now, we see the remnants of them from that date where he made the first pre-ask. He tells her, several days later, that tomorrow will be the last day of his work and it should be ready then. He leaves for the last time that day.

At some point, Lady Catherine realizes something is not right, and that Tobias is not coming back home. He had been away time and time again, but never on this pre-ask promise. He never broke his bond with her. She is wondering what has happened to him, and she checks places where she might find him. She checks the workshop at home, with Wayne, with Rordan, and finally at the lab at Sedania.

It is mid to late summer when this happens. She goes to the lab at Sedania to investigate. She finds things characteristic of her husband’s work, along with other items of arcane magic that her husband didn’t work with. She bumps into a part of the machinery that he was working on, and this causes an accident. There is an explosion of light, she can smell the burning of flesh, and she is unconscious.

Catherine is on death’s doorstep and hanging on by a thread, and her husband isn’t there to care for her. The only thing that helps is the royalties from her husband’s patents, which help pay for healing and help. But it’s not enough to heal her face, which is irreparably damaged.

She holds a private service for her husband, Tobias, with an empty coffin. Very few people are invited and attend. Rordan Gamsey makes up some food for the wake.

When she investigated the lab, right before the accident, she was only able to find one thing–a platinum ring. It is unfinished, but had been being worked on by Tobias.

The youngest daughter of the Bordeauxs, Adelaide, is taking care of most of the estate. We are back in the present–at the table, where Lady Ferra is sitting alone. Adelaide presents Catherine with a letter with silvery moon markings that she doesn’t recognize and leaves her in her solitude. Lady Catherine opens the letter–it is an invitation to the Spectral Gala. It’s a place where those who have departed this world will return, and invites her to attend in her most resplendent attire. Lady Catherine hasn’t been to a party in a while…but now she is interested to see where this takes her.

## Session Three: Dearest Diary

Adelaide Bordeaux stands before the grand mirror in her elegant chamber as a young child. Her mother, Lady Lillian Bordeaux, comes in carrying something wrapped in a delicate silk. Adelaide is 12 years old. She has jet black hair like her father, green eyes like her mother. She has permanent dimples because she is always showing off a smile. Lady Lillian presents the silk-wrapped item.

Lillian tells her it is a gift from her father. Adelaide says she doesn’t think she deserves anything “splendifourous”--asking her mother if that’s a right word, which her mother corrects to “splendid”. Lillian tells her that she must not say she is not deserving–this denigrates herself.

Adelaide opens the parcel carefully and delicately–it is a beautifully bound diary with gilded edges. It is encrusted with gems, and there is a latch–in the pinhole of the latch is the shape of a small delicate sword that completes the latch. After taking it all in–Lillian asks her if she knows what this is? Adelaide says it’s a journal, but Lillian corrects her–it is a mask and a game. She tells her that, in the world they live, they must do an elaborate “dance”. She says that one must keep their innermost thoughts to themselves and to their most cherished loved ones. However, they must also write down their surface-level thoughts so that others can see, but only see a fragment of the truth.

Lillian shows Adelaide her own diary–it has surface-level meanings about a lovely day with a friend. Lillian tells her that if someone read this diary, they’d think she met a friend who has a fireplace. She then asks her which area of homes has fireplaces in the city? She says anyone in their quarter of the city. Lillian says that this is meant to throw people off and make them think that this happened.

Lillian tells Adelaide that her father has left her a great hidden meaning in this journal–and that Adelaide will understand it in time.

Lillian tells Adelaide she will have the task of babysitting for the Camille family–their youngest daughter, a 5 or 6 year old. She will have to be taught, but Adelaide can’t seem to go out of her way to instructing her in ways that her parents should. Lillian asks her to write something in her journal, something about this task. Adelaide writes that she was taught a valuable lesson in propriety and how to be a proper lady.

We cut ahead to Adelaide at the Sedania estate. She has brought something shiny, along with a dragonchess set. The Sedania parents have left a letter behind, thanking her for watching their daughter. They tell her to let them know if she is any trouble, and have left her some vitamins in the event that she grows peckish–but she knows this means not to let them know of any trouble, and that she shouldn’t eat anything.

Adelaide sees the girl she is babysitting. She is holding a doll of herself. Adelaide tells her they should sit and get to know each other. The girl walks almost like a soldier.

Adelaide tries to show her how to walk like a lady, and trips and falls–and Sedania goes back and pushes a priceless vase to make it fall, but Adelaide catches it before it falls.

Adelaide tries to teach Sedania dragonchess, but Sedania is clearly not interested. Then, Adelaide plays her a song on a flute. Sedania seems interested in that. She offers to teach Sedania (and her doll) how to play the flute. They learn well.

When Sedania’s parents return, Sedania’s parents are confused by the music. They don’t seem to care for it. Her father says he was expecting his daughter to learn how to be a lady, not a street performer. Her mother seems more grateful, but is also clearly making a dig at Adelaide’s family in doing so. She offers Adelaide a gift basket, and Adelaide can tell that some of the cheeses that are meant to be presented as finely aged are just plain bad, and the bottle of wine has clearly been opened and resealed. After first refusing it, Adelaide takes it at Sedania’s mother’s insistence.

Later on, when Adelaide is 18, she is with her father. He is an art collector. He asks her to examine a painting and tell him what she sees. They discuss the painting and imagine the history behind it.

He then asks her to examine another painting, and tells her he can’t separate his interpretation of it from the circumstances under which he obtained it. He asks her if her journal has had any changes in it lately. She hasn’t noticed anything. He asks her to look at this painting, it’s a landscape. There is swirling mist. She tells him it is like a vat of cotton candy that’s gotten out of control. He tells her that he is very proud of her.

He tells her that it has been his life’s work to piece this collection together. She is the foundation upon which everything can grow. She hugs him, and he hugs her back. She writes something in her journal about her father.

Another year passes as her father continues to grow his collection.Every now and then, Adelaide notices that people come to her house in the middle of the night. She can make out certain words, but they always seem to hear her before she hears them too much. They are conversations about beyond the mists, truth being revealed, and a voice she recognizes as a man she’s never seen–but who she’s seen at many social events. His name is Lazlo Davtona. He is meeting with her father and having private conversations with him.

Lazlo’s reputation is that of a knave, but also very charming–so much that he gets away with it. He has a bit of a goatee. He is charming and full of light, and makes others feel mirthful. She remembers one gala where he was surrounded by many people–she heard the tail end of that conversation. He talks about how many whelps he’s sired–too many to count. Toward the end of the night, she had a conversation with Lazlo–at first, he recognizes her as Lillian (her mother) but corrects himself when he realizes it isn’t Lillian.

He tells her that he has had quite a few drinks. He very clearly is flirting with her, and she is a bit embarrassed and flustered. He apologizes, and says they should just have a brief and “very Dementlieu” interaction. He offers her a token of apology–it is a kerchief. It looks great, and she can’t find anything wrong with it–unlike most things in Dementlieu. As he departs, she can tell that he is deliberately slurring his words–playing as though he is more drunk than he actually is.

Adelaide shows her father the kerchief Lazlo gave her, telling her that Lazlo was interested in his opinion about it. Her father looks at it, and abruptly tells her that he has had a bit too much to drink and should go, and probably take a look at it away from the party in the morning. She seems curious about this, but lets him go.

After this party, he spends less time away from home. He also tells them that their current home cannot contain all of the art that they’ve collected, so they will hire a craftsman to create a new estate for them. Adelaide is sad to move from this home, but she agrees. She can tell that her mother, Lillian, seems worried about something other than their art collection. The craftsman is Tobias Ferra, husband of Lady Catherine Ferra. This new estate is a true mechanical wonder. She vaguely remembers Lady Catherine Ferra–she was lovely, but also very quiet and reserved.

Her father wants to put all of the art in a vault. The walls feel like they are emanating with something, but also are somehow cold. He asks her if there is anything she would like anything to add to the collection, and she mentions a golden suit of armor.

At an art show, when Adelaide is 21, her entire family is invited to Lazlo Davtona’s art show. She wears a very beautiful gown. At the art show, everything Lazlo has collected is marvelous at first glance. Everyone is very impressed with this collection. Lazlo, notably, does not make an appearance for the first hour of the show. Adelaide’s father seems unnerved, and is drinking a lot.

Lazlo finally arrives and is, as always, very charming. Adelaide’s father is becoming more unnerved. Adelaide talks to her father, who asks if she has seen his drink glass. He is very clearly inebriated. She suggests that he drinks water. She looks around for water, and he finds his drink and pours more wine into it. She asks him if he is feeling alright, and he says that he must deal with something–something that has to do with their name. He asks her to find her mother, so Adelaide goes to look for her.

She loses track of her mother, and her father. She is surrounded by many voices talking about art, and then hears addition things beneath that noise. It’s like she is hearing the vocalized non-surface level thoughts of the people around who are putting on a fake face. Suddenly, the noise stops.

Her father is confronting Lazlo Davtona, saying he is not blind to his intentions. Lazlo raises his glass and tries to shrug things off and asks if this is about Lillian. Her father is clearly drunk. Lazlo says that there are secrets between them both. At first, Adelaide is transfixed on what is happening, and she starts to walk over to her father. Lazlo tells Adelaide’s father that his wife is nowhere to be seen–implying that she has slept with him. Adelaide’s father challenges Lazlo to a duel.

The duel starts with the two men pacing around each other–and Adelaide’s father goes in, but he is way more drunk than Lazlo. Lazlo is a master duelist and is clearly goading Emeric on. Lazlo clearly has the upper hand in the duel, and beats him. Emeric grabs Lazlo’s sword with his bare hands and it cuts him, and he tries to yank it away from Lazlo. Emeric then goes to try to choke Lazlo. They say something to each other, which Adelaide can’t hear. Lazlo wraps Emeric up in a tablecloth. She hears Lazlo say “We both got something precious, but this rage will not contain it.” and tells the guests that this was tonight’s entertainment. Emeric screams his head off, and he has clearly has not taken opportunities to back down and vomits vomit mixed with blood.

When Adelaide writes about this in her journal, she sees on the second half of the page, her thoughts (the real ones) begin to appear. This becomes the way that she can detect thoughts.

Her father spends the next night at home, and is gone the next day. That night, she overhears her father talking to her mother. He says that he has ruined everything, and he must go away. She can’t hear what her mother says.

After this public disgrace to Emeric, her family cannot hold on to this estate. A majority of her father’s paintings are sold to the Camille family. The value of the paintings have dropped to pennies on the dollar. The parents do not purchase the paintings–Sedania does, as a favor to Adelaide.

One day, her mother goes to Adelaide and tells her that they have to change their names. Adelaide is confused–Lillian says the duchess does not like their family names, and has given them a list of names to replace the name Bordeaux. Adelaide wants the duchess to LEAVE ME MY NAME!

Initially, she considers changing her name–and attempts to detect her mother’s thoughts. They surround how they can rebuild, worst things have happened, that they will be ok, and one consistent thought–I hope that he is alive. She agrees to change her name.

Her mother also has to rebuild her reputation. She spends much of her time attempting to be part of the duchess’ ensemble, on the duchess’ island.

At one point, Adelaide is feeling nostalgic about her life and her old home. She goes to look at their home, and sees Lady Catherine looking out the window. She does this a few times, and eventually a servant strikes up a conversation with her and gets her entry to the house.

In the present day, Adelaide is focusing distinctly on her swordplay. She wants to get good for several reasons, one of which is to make sure there is never a situation where she experiences something like her father did. She wants to be quick with the blade, as quick as her mind, and she also wants to learn it as a form of discipline. This will help her focus her internalized rage to not lash out against all the people she sees with smug faces.

She practices her swordplay with Char, her teacher. He is very fierce. He teaches her as she progressively gets better. She practices between the work she performs for Lady Catherine Ferra.

As Char leaves, she notices some mail has been delivered. She sees an invitation–it is to the Spectral Gala. It is not a seal or form she is familiar with. She delivers the invitation to Lady Catherine. Lady Catherine reads it, and leaves the room. When she is gone, she leaves the invitation on the table.

As Adelaide looks at the invitation and reads about the Spectral Gala, she takes out her journal. On a fresh page of the journal, there begins to form a copy of the invitation. She debates whether or not to forge the invitation–she leaves to her quarters, and stares down at her page on the journal. She makes an invitation addressed to her new name.

## Session Four: Chasing the Changes

In the realm of stark contrasts, two cities emerge as antitheses: the obscurity of Mordent, a realm haunted by ghosts and wrapped in shadows, and the dynamic enigma of Dementlieu, where change weaves its essence through every corner. Amid this tapestry stands Raph Blackburn, a soul ancient beyond his teenage years, traversing alleys and paths with the gravitas of wisdom beyond his youth. The comfort of maturity accompanies him, fueled by stories from books and whispers of destiny, infusing his steps with purpose.

Within the heart of Mordent, a dance of life and death unfolds upon its cobblestone streets, where ethereal wraiths tread alongside the living. Amid this spectral congregation, Raph engages in conversation with Mr. Chapman, the newspaper vendor whose years of selling the same news wrap him in a web of continuity. The paper speaks of a gas leak, a mundane message concealing a hint of underlying disquiet.

Death is a companion that holds familiarity for Raph, guiding him to the morgue's silent embrace, where silence and the scent of embalming fluids linger. Within this realm of quietude, Raph's father, Richard, an ethereal figure sporting a beard of shadows, orchestrates the morbid ballet of embalming tables. The signs of Richard's ghostly nature manifest in his attire, frozen in a fashion five years obsolete.

In the presence of a mysterious cadaver, draped in garments unknown to Richard, Raph employs a keen eye akin to a detective's, sifting through clues hidden in the enigmatic dress. As they dissect and embalm the body, a ritual learned since his tender years, Raph's proficiency in sleight of hand and investigative insight shines, even though formal medical education eludes him. Richard, amidst his repetitive lectures, instills lessons that extend beyond the mere mechanics of the procedure.

Among the troves of knowledge left behind by his father, Raph stumbles upon "The Stonetown Murders," a recommended tome. Memorizing the opening chapter, he exits the morgue, his muttering words entwining with his steps.

Through Mordent's labyrinthine streets, Raph treads a well-worn path, one that leads him to the corner where Mr. Chapman usually stands. However, today, the vendor is conspicuously absent, an absence that ignites Raph's curiosity.

In a chameleon's guise, Raph transforms into Ms. Farmington, Richard's secretary, only to revert to his natural form when entering the morgue. Inside, two lifeless forms rest, adorned in garments unfamiliar to Raph. A velvet cloak, adorned with silver buttons, drapes over one, while intertwined raven clasps decorate the other. Unfamiliar clothing piques Raph's intrigue, and the enigma deepens as Richard suggests they hail from beyond the mists.

Guided by the murmur of trade and tales, Raph delves into the heart of the city's underbelly, where the secrets of artisans and swordsmiths intertwine. A cloaked figure, shrouded in intrigue, leads him to a young man bearing the same raven pendant, both entangled in a web of curiosity that leads them to the morgue's door.

The stranger, brimming with anxious energy, takes cautious steps, his alertness tinged with indecision. Raph hands him an ancient gauntlet, attempting to divert his path to no avail. The man's demand is unequivocal: to be led to the bodies.

Navigating perilous grounds, Raph guides the man past the inspector's quarters, where danger lies dormant. Raph senses urgency and turmoil, devising a desperate plan to transform into the lifeless body and unravel the mysteries concealed within.

Within the confines of the morgue, Raph reveals his audacious strategy to Richard. In unison, they execute the charade, leading the man into a tension-laden confrontation. The man, confessing his affiliation with an enigmatic organization, draws near to the corpse, blissfully unaware of the subterfuge. As his fingers clasp the silver raven pin, Raph's web of curiosity begins to unravel.

Years march onward, bearing Raph along, honing his investigative skills into formidable instruments. He adopts the mantle of a private investigator, unravelling enigmas and shattering misconceptions, his relentless pursuit of knowledge never waning.

A dalliance with fate draws Raph back to the underbelly, a raven soaring above as an emblem of destiny. Guided by this omen, he revisits the enigmatic vendor from his past, leading him to a pub where a man cloaked in neutrality and wealth catches his attention. This enigma, hailing from an undisclosed origin, beckons Raph into the wilderness, unraveling secrets that extend beyond the scope of Mordent.

A wall of mist, impenetrable and enigmatic, emerges as the threshold of discovery. A sending stone illuminates the path, and hooded figures materialize, their intentions veiled by shadows. In the name of Alma and Davian Martikov, the Keepers of the Feather, Raph bears witness to the orchestrator of mysteries, Lazlo. Lazlo, this young man, is drunk.

Twenty-nine years later, Raph's journey of honing his investigative skills unfolds in montage. From his inception as a private investigator to the myriad cases he undertakes, Raph's relentless curiosity drives him. His fascination lies in uncovering the secrets of traversing the mists, that mysterious veil shrouding the unknown.

In an opulent art collector's residence, two enigmatic figures cross paths. Donning the guise of a servant, Raph infiltrates the art gala, where he spots Lazlo exuding charm and mingling effortlessly with the attendees. Another figure, weary and burdened, stands in stark contrast. Lazlo directs Raph's attention to a picture of a distant realm, a surreal landscape akin to a Rorschach test.

Within the gala's atmosphere of masks and masquerades, Lazlo's gaze falls upon Raph in his disguise, and a beckoning gesture draws him near. An exchange of identical drinks ensues, and the dance of deception commences. Lazlo, with an air of flirtatious intrigue, casts a spell of uncertainty upon Raph. As the conversation unfolds, Lazlo reveals that he is far from being a one-dimensional individual. A tentative alliance forms, with warnings that a certain project hinges on the placement of a pin.

A transformation into his true form finds Raph encountering Lazlo anew. Their conversation meanders through veils of familiarity and feigned ignorance, unveiling threads of hidden connections. While Lazlo's charm casts its spell, Raph presents a card bearing his PI business, a tangible manifestation of his investigative prowess.

Turning his focus to the other enigmatic figure, Raph engages with Tony, a man not as socially inclined. Tony introduces himself as a mere observer, tethered to the world around him by notes and observations. His origin lies within the embrace of this city, an enigma Raph seeks to understand. Guided by curiosity, Raph's persuasive efforts result in Tony relinquishing the raven pin, an emblem of intrigue.

Armed with this artifact, Raph endeavors to decipher the rhythm of departures. Returning to the enigmatic mist-covered barrier, he presents the pin as a key to the gateways hidden within. Yet the mist remains unyielding, impervious to the trinket's influence. Clad in the finery of the gala, Raph steps into the mist, defying its restrictive nature. As he ventures deeper, the world behind him shrouds itself in shades of gray, a visual testament to his path of exploration.

Five years onward, Raph stands as a luminary within Dementlieu's investigative circles. His reputation as a solver of mysteries and a challenger of preconceptions elevates him. Immersed in the enigmatic tapestry of Dementlieu's mysteries, Raph keeps meticulous notes, unearthing names that resonate within the labyrinthine corridors of his mind: Gamsey, lab accidents, the Bordeaux family, the Duchess, obscure members, and pages echoing with Lazlo's influence. The threads intertwine, forming connections that beckon further exploration.

Amid the city's ever-shifting landscape, Raph embraces his role as a guardian of enigmas. A city in perpetual transformation, Dementlieu evolves ceaselessly, its essence one of mutable change. Raph, despite his inclination to remain on the periphery of this whirlwind of transformation, succumbs to the call of destiny. One thread of change tugs him ever onward, forging a resolute path toward a future imbued with purpose and boundless potential.

## Session Five: One and All

Raph's approach to the elegantly dressed and masked doorman of the Spectral Gala carries a sense of self-consciousness, stemming from his lack of invitation. Amid his uncertainty, he engages the doorman in conversation, a hesitant attempt to glean insight into gaining entry. After a brief exchange, Raph retreats, finding solace in conversing with his trusted friend Marcel. His contemplation leads him to the assumption of an early arrival faux pas, prompting him to await the opportune moment to step into the gala.

The entrance of Sedania Camille adds a new dynamic to the unfolding affair. Raph, ever the social navigator, initiates a conversation, inquiring about her parents' presence. Unfortunately, Marcel's interaction with her doesn't yield the desired rapport. Adelaide's arrival, clad in a slightly outdated blue satin gown, signals her readiness to navigate the social intricacies of the event. Her familiarity with the inspectors due to her involvement in Lady Ferra's affairs serves as an intriguing backdrop.

Adelaide's interactions with the inspectors draw Raph and Marcel's attention, leading to a momentary escort mission. However, a discreet maneuver by Raph sees him pulling Marcel away from the group. The culmination of Sedania's arrival prompts her to present a legitimate invitation, while Adelaide creatively produces a counterfeit, deftly fooling the doorman.

The anticipation grows with the arrival of Inspector Blackburn and Isabella Dufrene, the town's financier, known for her operatic persona. The introduction of Professor Laurent to the gathering prompts her contemplation of the suitable level of attire, ultimately opting for a more casual ensemble.

Lady Catherine Ferra's entrance heralds a twist as she engages in an unexpected encounter with a gentleman, not adhering to the masked tradition. Monsieur Blanche, attired in a fine crimson suit, greets her warmly, introducing himself and fostering a sense of intrigue as he makes his way to the gala ahead of her.

For Lady Catherine, this event marks a significant departure from her seclusion. Presenting her invitation to the doorman, she inadvertently stirs his unease through the subtle trembling of his hands. The enigmatic figure's actions amplify the air of mystery surrounding the gala, setting the stage for what lies ahead.

Within the gala's opulent confines, a myriad of scents and sights captivate the senses. Unseen servants glide through the crowd, their motions choreographed with grace, as magically animated golems assume the roles of silent sentinels.

The underlying tension between Sedania and Adelaide becomes palpable as they exchange words, Adelaide skillfully weaving her Lebec family name into their conversation. Their exchange leads to discussions about connections and affiliations, with Sedania sharing her blessings, hinting at connections to the Bordeaux estate. Subtle cues and conversations paint a tapestry of intrigue, with Raph observing the impact of Adelaide's family "sickness" on Sedania's demeanor.

Professor Laurent and Isabella find common ground in their conversation, centering around wine and astrology. Amid their exchange, unseen servants replenish Isabella's glass, eventually drawing her into the realm of inebriation. The topic of Isabella's presence inquires about potential sponsorship of a new play, offering insights into her motivations.

Lady Catherine's path intersects with Monsieur Blanche, sparking a dialogue tinged with curiosity and mystery. The nature of the gala, its attendees, and the changes that time has wrought form the backdrop of their discussion. As they traverse the event, they discuss humility among nobles and Monsieur Blanche's role as a composer.

Professor Laurent's presence has a calming effect on Sedania, as she grapples with the unfamiliarity of attending a gala alongside her professor. Sedania's queries hint at the larger mysteries of the event, drawing connections to her mother and exploring the unfolding narrative.

In the midst of the gala's vibrant energy, Adelaide engages with Professor Laurent, masking her identity as they discuss the event's enigmatic host. As their conversation meanders, they explore the estate's origins and speculate about the potential surprises the evening holds.

Catherine engages in conversation with Rath, who is taken aback by the realization that he's conversing with Lady Catherine Ferra. Their dialogue is marked by mutual curiosity and pleasantries. Marcel briefly joins the conversation, steering it towards the intriguing topic of "finch breeding habits." The three individuals find themselves in the dark about the estate's owner and proceed to discuss the guest list, juxtaposing it with Lady Ferra's own gatherings.

Rordan Gamsey's arrival sparks activity as he embarks on enhancing the culinary offerings. His cooking demonstration captivates the attention of all attendees, causing a distraction that sweeps the room. Amid this culinary spectacle, Raph remains vigilant, observing the room's dynamics. Mechanical butlers' entrance doesn't escape his notice. Meanwhile, Professor Laurent's preoccupation with external communication draws her focus away from the event's proceedings. She communicates with Bijou, her companion, who relays information about the mysterious estate. Bijou's observation suggests that this location could be a temporary establishment, evoking the term "pop-up shop."

As Lady Catherine examines her surroundings more closely, she recognizes Adelaide through her distinctive mask and mannerisms. With Rordan Gamsey's culinary display concluded, the mechanical butlers take center stage. These unique creations introduce themselves as Étoile Mécanique (Mechanical Star), Gardien Temporel (Temporal Guardian), Cœur de Cuivre (Copper Heart), Sentinelle Horlogère (Clockwork Sentinel), and Protecteur de l'Art (Art Protector). Their imposing stature and intricate designs captivate the audience. This visual spectacle triggers a memory in Lady Catherine, reminding her of someone named Tobias.

The emergence of these mechanical butlers puzzles Professor Laurent, as their existence doesn't align with her knowledge. They beckon the guests to a ballroom for a masked dance. All attendees are invited, even those already masked, to select new masks provided for the occasion.

The ensuing activity involves dancing and attempting to identify the masked partners. Raph engages with precision, accurately identifying each dancer, including Adelaide. Adelaide, however, struggles to discern the attendees due to her immersion in nostalgia and personal turmoil. Professor Laurent's performance is competent but slightly outshone by others. During the dance, she notices Rordan Gamsey's challenging recognition, exacerbated by a spot on the dance floor that reeks of spilt wine. Curiously, Rordan shows no reaction to the strong smell, hinting at a potentially diminished sense of smell. Lady Catherine's dance experience is uneventful.

Amid the festive ambiance, Professor Laurent takes a moment to inspect the art displayed. One particular piece depicting a desert landscape reminiscent of ancient Egypt captures her attention.

Raph seizes an opportunity to confront Adelaide about her presence at the event. He inquires about her intentions, using Lady Ferra's presence to allude to potential crime scenes. Raph suggests that his investigative skills might be required later on, alluding to Adelaide's father and the past incident. Despite his probing, Adelaide attempts to downplay her involvement.

Lady Catherine initiates a conversation with Rordan Gamsey, questioning his opinion on the mechanical butlers and unseen servants. Rordan notes that they don't interfere with the proceedings.

The entrance of Lazlo Davtona commands attention as he brandishes an oversized key. His interaction with the doorman, accompanied by an unconventional hug, piques curiosity. Raph's efforts to gauge Lazlo yield some insights, and Adelaide's reaction to Lazlo is notably cold. In a bid to approach Lazlo, she feigns taking a sip of her drink and makes her way towards him. Professor Laurent, who has had indirect dealings with Lazlo through her students, closely observes his every movement. Lady Catherine recognizes Lazlo but has never formally met him.

Lazlo takes the floor, announcing that attendees must be wondering about the purpose of the gathering. Despite his words, Raph struggles to decipher Lazlo's true intentions. Lady Catherine remains oblivious to Tobias' potential involvement with Lazlo, and Adelaide's attempt at deception falls short. Professor Laurent, however, notices a subtle change in Lazlo's demeanor, interpreting his movements as a shifting from intentional strides to a more welcoming smile--was he the surprise, or was he surprised?

## Session Six: The Games Are Afoot

Adelaide is making her way to Lazlo. She can’t seem to get his attention. Raph hides his face as much as he can from Lazlo, and is very successful. Professor Laurent makes her way to the food and doesn’t engage with Lazlo. Lady Catherine Ferra goes around to where Lazlo is, and is paying attention to everyone else in the room and their response to his presence. She notices Raph’s wariness about Lazlo; Laurent’s careful eye trying to dissect the interactions around her; and Adelaide’s failed attempts to try to get Lazlo’s attention.

Lazlo acknowledges Lady Catherine’s owl mask–he admires it, and says “Birds of a feather flock together.” She introduces herself to him, and he asks if she is related to Tobias. She explains that Tobias is her late husband. He tells her that he knows what it is like to lose a loved one, and offers his condolences. She can sense that he is just laying on the charm; while he’s expressing his condolences, he’s not particularly upset about the loss of Tobias.

Lazlo tells everyone to be themselves and remove their masks. Others are acting warily to this. Adelaide drops her mask, but keeps her fan over her face. Raph uses his changeling face to remove his facial hair, hopefully making him not recognizable to Lazlo. Laurent is deducing that Lazlo is a guest in this space–this isn’t his gala, even though he is basically running the show. Laurent can tell that as Lazlo makes the rounds, he is trying to piece together in real time whose party this is.

Catherine is looking for her original mask because she wants to get it back on. She goes into the other room to retrieve it–and notices the room has been set up differently than how it was before. It was once an open ballroom, but now has different chairs and performance venues. It’s like the ballroom is like a theater in the round. She also gets a better look at the robotic butlers (bumps into Cœur de Cuivre (Copper Heart)), and notices it’s very distinct and like it shouldn’t exist–like the difference between a DaVinci flying machine and a Boeing 747.

Lady Catherine asks Copper Heart who they were created by, and Copper Heart says they are not at liberty to say. All butlers welcome Lazlo, and announce there is a second activity worthy of the Spectral Gala.

They say we will play a parlor game without any speaking, basically charades.This does not excite Adelaide, Laurent is thinking about how to get through this, Raph tells Marcel to stay close to him.

Raph presents first, and offers a Raven impression. Laurent and Catherine get it, but Adelaide doesn’t. Lady Catherine performs a dragon. She takes out TickTock and activates him, as she uses her cape to flap and mimic breathing fire. Everyone is able to pick up on it. Laurent thinks on whether she should offer something simple, or something complex. She notices that there is a desire for something that will raise the tempo. She decides to perform the grand ball of the duchess. It’s also clear to her that most people don’t get the performance, but only Lady Isabelle Dufresne seems to get it…her applause is at first slow, but then very forced. Adelaide performs a fencer perfectly. Lady Catherine still doesn’t get it–to Lady Catherine, it looks like dancing or nothing in particular. Raph can tell that Adelaide’s been trying to keep up with the social climbers, but this is the one thing she’s excelling at. Ending it in front of Lazlo is pointed–either trying to get his attention or make a point.

Next, some others perform their charades. Her performance is ok; on passive insight, people get that she’s miming someone getting drunk and passing out. Monsieur Blanche is performing janky scarecrow-like movements that are overly presentational; it’s like he’s gesticulating how to pantomime. Only Laurent can tell that this is someone writing on a chalkboard. Sedania Camille performs a soldier going to war. Marcel does something no one can get. Rordan Gamsey goes up and does the proper way to cook a lamb.

It is now Lazlo’s turn. All but Catherine can tell that Lazlo is doing two things simultaneously. First, he’s doing a worse version of Adelaide’s swordplay. Even though it might appear that he’s doing the swordplay, his eyes are locked on the clockwork attendants around the room. He’s not miming a sword being thrust, but a key being turned.

Adelaide uses her Detect Thoughts journal to see into Lazlo’s thoughts, but Lazlo resists this, and when Adelaide tries to go deeper, something happens. The surface level thoughts “which one is it?” the deeper thought is “who’s doing this? Is it you?” that appears in Lazlo’s handwriting in her journal. His eyes are staring at her.

Marcel argues to distract the crowd so Raph can get a better look at the butlers; they are not reacting in any way to what’s happening. The automated butlers then start walking forward. As they walk forward, exactly in tandem, they say “Now we would like to participate in the game of charades.”

The butlers then move around the room, scanning once they reach the center. They resemble a flower, with each one acting as a petal. They all perform the exact same actions. First, they mime moving objects and then shield their faces. Second, they act out dancing and then simulate shutting down. Third, they appear to offer or receive something, followed by flexing one of their hands. Fourth, they mime lifting something to and from their faces repeatedly. Fifth, they simulate patting something, glancing around, and then repeating the same motion. Sixth, they act out covering their faces and then handing something. Finally, after all these actions, they perform everything again in the exact same sequence.

Reactions:

Lady Catherine is enthralled by the performance.

Adelaide is confused by the performance but is mostly distracted by the fact that Lazlo noticed her earlier.

Instinctually, Professor Laurent touches a gold tooth in her breast pocket.

Raph thinks this is an attempt to tell a story. He starts putting some pieces together, such as the shielding of the face, possibly referring to Lady Catherine’s accident. The hand movement in the air could have something to do with Prof. Laurent. Patting on the head may relate to Lazlo.

No one offers an answer, so Raph provides one it is the Spectral Gala. Lazlo confirms that Raph is correct and congratulates everyone. His eyes continue to focus on Adelaide as he leaves the room to find nourishment.

Lady Catherine intercepts Adelaide as she heads toward the door to follow Lazlo. They engage in pleasant conversation. Lady Catherine asks Adelaide about her origins in the city. Adelaide lies, but Lady Catherine already knows who she is. Although Lady Catherine knows this, Adelaide can't tell that she's aware. Lady Catherine feels disappointed and is contemplating how to let Adelaide save face while also teaching her a lesson.

Raph and Laurent converse as they discuss the gala's host. Laurent seeks more information about Raph's position, and vice versa. Either of them can deduce the nature of this gala.

Adelaide approaches Lazlo and leads him to the Observatory. She tells him that he gave an interesting performance during the charades and asks for an explanation. Lazlo dispenses with pleasantries, and Adelaide removes her mask. She confesses that she doesn’t understand the situation and Lazlo surmises she might be behind it. He believes her but is undecided about whether he can trust her. He evaluates whether to confide in her. She admits she's uncertain about trusting anyone at the event.

Lazlo reveals there's a significant artifact for him on the premises. He expected to receive it upon arrival and wonders why he hasn't. He inquires if Adelaide was promised something similar. She responds affirmatively, to a degree. He expresses his desire to obtain the object he was assured and believes the robotic butlers hold the information. If he can retrieve that information, he's willing to offer Adelaide something equally or more valuable.

Adelaide senses that her current identity doesn't matter much to Lazlo. She discloses that what she seeks isn't tangible; it can only be attained through societal influence. She seeks higher regard for her family. Lazlo acknowledges her probe into his mind and suggests she do the same with the other guests. She agrees, and he assures her he can keep the party going. He leaves shortly after, with his appearance deliberately disheveled.

Lady Catherine approaches Raph and Professor Laurent, engaging in some small talk. She tries to ascertain if Raph has encountered Lazlo previously, and Raph successfully feigns a lack of familiarity with him.

The butlers return and introduce the final presentation, describing it as an experience that will embrace mystery. It involves smelling 12 different perfumes meant to evoke memories, with different reactions for different individuals. The participants are meant to identify both the scent and the associated memory.

During this game, Professor Laurent and Adelaide focus on detecting thoughts. First is Sedania. She approaches a perfume, smells it, and is unable to identify the scent. Despite her impassive face, a tear rolls down her cheek. Her surface-level thoughts reflect her struggle to remember, and probing deeper, both Adelaide and Laurent sense that she can't recall due to her father's repetitive conversations, likely caused by dementia or Alzheimer's.

Next is Isabelle Dufresne. She also can't guess the scent but describes what it reminds her of. Her surface-level thoughts hint at the scent resembling a first kiss, and neither Adelaide nor Laurent delve further.

Following is Rordan Gamsey. He finds the scent weak, comparing it to insufficient effort or lack of zest. Their surface-level thoughts match. Adelaide attempts a deeper probe, but it's fruitless.

Then comes Monsieur Blanche, who identifies the scent as delicate notes of jasmine and honeysuckle, the scent of the sparkling flower. The robots applaud his correct guess. His surface-level thought indicates a sense of belonging. Both Adelaide and Laurent probe deeper but yield nothing.

Adelaide is next. She correctly identifies the scent and the memory attached to it: reminiscent of her father – fresh and invigorating like a sea breeze. Euphoria sets in, and she recalls moments with her father, even as the memory slightly overwhelms her.

Laurent follows suit, smelling the same scent as Sedania. She identifies it as the dance of the stars, but unlike Adelaide's vivid memory, hers lacks augmentation. She recalls deciding to become a starry-eyed detector, a pivotal moment in her past.

Lady Catherine goes next, unable to place the scent or the memory connected to it.

Raph follows, also failing to identify the scent or memory.

Once everyone has participated, Lazlo takes his turn. As he lifts the perfume, Raph notices that he doesn't actually smell it. Lazlo offers a fabricated explanation of the scent. Suddenly, Adelaide's journal and fan slip from her hands, and she begins shaking before collapsing. Monsieur Blanche experiences the same fate shortly after. In response, Laurent casts Detect Poison and Disease and discovers that all the perfumes are poisoned, each with a trigger to activate the poison. Smelling them alone isn't sufficient; there's another factor at play.

Adelaide's condition worsens, and she starts making death saving throws. Lady Catherine rushes to aid her, using Tik Tok to cast Lesser Restoration and end Adelaide’s poisoned condition. Laurent employs a healing word to stabilize Adelaide. Raph and Laurent tend to Monsieur Blanche and manage to stabilize him. In the midst of their efforts, they notice Lazlo Davtona's absence. Laurent queries Bijou about departures, but he reports none he can detect.

The five automatons speak in unison, apologizing for the temporary inconvenience. They assert that their benefactor wants each participant to consider this space as one of their possessions. To determine the gala's true guest of honor, the winner of the game, they introduce one final matter: hunt down Lazlo Davtona.

## Session Seven: Clockwork Conspiracies

Adelaide awakens in a startled state, her body still trembling from the near-death experience. Her eyes dart around the room, searching for her father and Lazlo. Lady Catherine, ever attentive, rushes to her side to offer comfort and support.

In the meantime, Professor Laurent focuses on caring for Monsieur Blanchet, who also fell ill due to the mysterious poison. Raph, with his usual efficiency, moves on to assist Monsieur Blanchet.

As Adelaide regains her composure, Lady Catherine skillfully exposes that she knows Adelaide's true identity. They engage in a hushed conversation, deliberating on their next course of action finding Lazlo, who seems to be at the center of this enigmatic trap.

The automatons, those eerie clockwork creations, break their silence. They reveal that they are tools of the one who orchestrated this elaborate scheme. The room, the mansion itself, has become a prison of sorts.

Raph scans the room, assessing the situation and the occupants. The automatons continue their explanation, stating that each guest was invited based on their background and influence.

Lady Catherine inquires about the possibility of leaving, to which the automatons respond that departure is allowed but without the promised reward. Raph and Adelaide discuss their options, realizing that they cannot keep everyone trapped in this room indefinitely. Raph orders Marcel to bar the doors and attempts to intimidate the guests.

Adelaide, however, struggles against Maciel, determined to escape. She eventually manages to overpower him, putting Maciel on his back. Lady Catherine follows Adelaide, sensing the urgency of the situation.

Meanwhile, Professor Laurent attempts to recall Bijou, her arcane companion, into the house. But something goes terribly wrong Bijou tries to enter but suddenly disappears. Raph, ever vigilant, decides to investigate this bizarre phenomenon.

Adelaide confides in Lady Catherine, revealing her guilt in forging the letter. Lady Catherine, keenly perceptive, understands that Adelaide's true desire is to reclaim her former life and social standing. They agree that finding Lazlo is their top priority.

Raph and Laurent, on the other hand, discuss the sudden bright light and Bijou's mysterious disappearance. They peer out of the windows and realize that help from the outside world is unlikely.

Laurent employs his magical abilities, casting Detect Magic, while Raph investigates further. Raph makes a crucial discovery on the piano lies sheet music with chords identical to the haunting melody that envelops the house. Laurent detects an abjuration magic a Glyph of Warding intended to keep someone out and another to keep Lazlo in. Laurent also notices that the chord is a simplified version of the complex ward surrounding the entire house.

Laurent summons her trusty Broom of Flying. In another room, Lady Catherine and Adelaide continue their conversation, well aware that they need to locate Lazlo. Lady Catherine hesitates to go anywhere without backup and activates Tick Tock, setting the clockwork companion to "Steel Defender" mode. They then return to the ballroom.

Upon their return, they find the butlers still present, but the other guests have vanished. Marcel lies on the ground, appearing as if he was asphyxiated. Adelaide queries the butlers about what occurred, and they claim innocence, asserting that the other guests willingly accepted their offer. Through Lady Catherine's medical expertise, she revives Marcel, narrowly averting tragedy.

Then, the time loop resets. Something triggered it. Raph, Laurent, and Adelaide lose one sanity point. Lady Catherine holds on.

As the group navigates this labyrinthine mystery, Raph remains uncertain about whether this is all a dream. He tries once more to sneak into the mansion, while Adelaide experiences a sense of déjà vu and plays out her entry into the gala through Sedania. Laurent, too, senses something amiss but cannot quite place it.

Laurent flies above the gala to inspect for the Glyph of Warding or any other traps. Her discerning eye, however, fails to detect any such magic. With caution, Laurent re-enters the gala.

Lady Catherine recognizes Monsieur Blanchet and approaches him, inquiring about the invitation. The doorman behaves oddly--less expressively than before--and Lady Catherine's keen intuition senses that something is terribly wrong.

Meanwhile, Laurent successfully locates the chest containing the perfumes and moves to pilfer the deadly substance. She stealthily persuades Sedania not to interfere, and with a touch of finesse, she acquires the poisoned perfumes.

Raph, engaging with Lady Dufresne, inadvertently makes a fashion faux pas, which prompts her to dismiss him from her presence. However, Raph becomes aware of Laurent's theft, causing a ripple of tension between them. Laurent discreetly turns over the stolen perfumes to Raph, attributing the crime to an event yet to occur. Raph then subjects Marcel to the effects of the poisoned perfume.

Lady Catherine, keenly observant, confronts Adelaide, sensing the déjà vu that has been haunting them.

As the poison begins to take its toll, Marcel starts feeling its effects.

The expert chef, Rordan Gamsey, notably remains absent from the gathering.

Adelaide, using her journal's unique abilities, attempts to gauge if anyone else is experiencing the same déjà vu. Laurent, recalling faint memories of the perfume, struggles to piece together the puzzle. Raph, ever suspicious, attributes these strange occurrences to the hags known for meddling with dreams.

The robots make their entrance once more, and as Adelaide scrutinizes their handwriting, she uncovers the unsettling truth everyone present has experienced this night before. Adelaide believes that they must warn Lazlo to break free from this endless loop.

## Session Eight: Clockwork Conspiracies (Again)

The robots state that precautionary measures must be taken if the situation is not reset. Raph and Laurent find themselves surrounded by the robots. Laurent attempts to command two of the robots, but they resist due to their magic resistance. The robots, Raph, and Laurent launch into combat. The robots activate their protocols, turning into knife-wielding murder bots. Raph shapechanges into Lazlo and becomes extremely persuasive.

The robots initiate a second protocol, but Marcel is convinced that Raph is Lazlo and moves back. The robots then revert to their previous state and file out. Raph lets Laurent know it is him and establishes a better disguise using his kits and tricks.

Meanwhile, Lady Catherine and Adelaide are waiting in another room, discussing whether or not they have a plan. Adelaide wants to prevent Lazlo from entering the room and setting off the events of the loop. Adelaide shares that Lazlo asked her to find an artifact promised to her, and he wants it upon arrival. They discuss whether or not Rordan Gamsey may actually be here, since they noticed he did not arrive as he did in the last loop. They decide to wait for Lazlo to arrive and adapt if he doesn't.

Raph does his impression of Lazlo as each guest tries to get closer to him. The guests begin to close in, like a pack of hyenas inching closer to their prey. Meanwhile, Bijou tries to divert Lazlo from reaching the gala, but Lazlo notices and is not persuaded. Raph asks where Gamsey is, and the group responds.

Lady Dufresne reaches into her purse and mutters, "I condemn you," firing off a disintegrate ray that nearly kills Raph. Raph shapechanges back and mocks Lady Dufresne. Laurent orders Marcel to arrest Lady Dufresne, and Monsieur Blanchet assists in the arrest. Lady Dufresne attempts to negotiate for her release. Inspector Raph re-enters the room, and Laurent heals Raph. Sedania shares that Rordan did what the robots had asked in the last loop.

In the other room, Adelaide and Lady Catherine hear Lazlo's carriage approach. The doorman bows as they leave the entryway, with Adelaide pretending to be drunk. Lazlo approaches, and Adelaide greets him. Adelaide suggests they take a stroll. Lazlo asks Lady Catherine if she has remarried since Tobias' death, and Lady Catherine asks him if he knew her late husband. He lies and says only by reputation. They begin to walk around the estate.

Once out of earshot of others, Adelaide drops her act and tells him that they have done this before—the house, the gala, etc. Lazlo seems to not be aware of what she is talking about. Adelaide asks if he has found his artifact, and he appears to have no idea what she is talking about.

Lady Catherine explains what is happening, and Adelaide takes out her diary to discern Lazlo's thoughts. When she explains that someone might want him dead, she sees a long, long list of names appear as individuals who might want him dead. She also sees names in other languages, some of which Adelaide recognizes from some of her father's paintings. Lazlo asks why they are trying to help him, and Adelaide says she doesn't know, and she probably shouldn't. But she says she doesn't like being used to try to end another person's life.

Lady Catherine mentions that she thinks Laszlo and her are connected, for what reasons she is not sure. For the first time, Lazlo's face takes on a blank and business-like expression (the only person who would have seen this face before is Raph), and he agrees to listen to the two of them. He asks if he is in immediate danger if he enters, and they seem to believe he is.

Lady Catherine asks him what happened to her husband, and wants the truth. Lazlo says they are in the wrong dimension for the truth. Adelaide asks the same about her father, and Lazlo asks who her father is. She tells him it is Rordan Gamsey.

Raph tries to get more information as to what happened to Gamsey and what the group believes they will achieve by killing Lazlo. Sedania shares that what happened to Gamsey each time they kill Lazlo, they get something. Sedania shares that her father is not well, despite her family's wealth and power. Monsieur Blanchet's wish is to reclaim his old life. Lady Dufresne will never talk. Laurent grabs and shakes out her purse. The envelope falls out. Laurent heals Raph again. Lady Dufresne's letter is addressed to "Isabella F. Dufresne Tofeld."

Lady Dufresne continues to struggle against her bounds and arrest. Laurent looks through the purse and finds the remains of a scroll to conduct the magic early. Raph calls out Lady Dufresne's attempts to mimic the Duchess's magic.

The robots return, but they are malfunctioning, introducing the game again. Raph goes off to shapechange back into Lazlo. In the next room, Raph finds several boxes with what appear to be artwork.

Laurent notices that the robots have runes carved into them, covered in experimental runes that don't loop but maintain their memories. Laurent notices that it is the same time of night as when they arrived. Raph re-emerges as Lazlo. The robots call Lazlo the guest of honor and suggest playing a game of perfume. Raph states that charades were first; the robots say the protocol changed and then suggest charades. Raph believes he, as Lazlo, can control the protocols. The robots split between doing charades and perfumes. Laurent and Raph debate what to

do next and attempt to figure out who set up the trap gala. None of the guests know.

Back outside with Lady Catherine, Adelaide, and Lazlo, they converse. He explains that he knew Tobias very well, and he was a prodigy. He was brilliant at creating alchemical works and artificing, but also had a great eye for cross-cultural understandings. He mentions Chateaufaux—all the people in the city pretending to be people they are not, but Tobias was never good at it. He always seemed like someone not from Dementlieu. He explains that he comes from beyond the mists, and that there are misunderstandings about what he does and who he is. He says his job is to gather important, relevant artifacts. Lots of lands to explore, lots of people to meet. He says many people in Dementlieu lie, so it's a great place to stay and practice for his day job.

Lazlo requested Tobias' help in creating a new type of technology. It would identify all of the objects, but also find some of the long-lost artifacts—powerful artifacts they wouldn't want falling into the wrong hands. Tobias didn't want to invent something like this except for his family. He tells Lady Catherine that Tobias loved her dearly and tells her that he was always quite jealous. Lady Catherine asks why he was jealous. Lazlo says he was jealous of what they had.

The invention was going to be a marvel of magic and technology. He fashioned it after a clockwork dragon he worked on with Lady Catherine (TickTock). He created this device and its blueprints, but it never worked. Lazlo helped him get connections and funding and helped him travel to see how magic works elsewhere in the mist, and Tobias gave him something. He pulls out the large key.

Tobias told him that if he pulled out the key and put it in the device, it would unlock the device. But without the key, the device is useless—and vice versa. Tobias told him that he was very close to being finished the night before his death, and that was when he gave him the key. Later that night, he died—and his body was never found. Prior to the gala, he got an invitation in Tobias' handwriting telling him to come because he had the device and to bring the key.

The letter, which Lady Catherine reads, says that the device has been completed, to bring the key, to come alone, and that they can finish their greatest work together here. Lady Catherine asks how big the device was—Lazlo says he never saw, he made many blueprints. Some as small as a pocket watch, others as large as a clock tower.

Lazlo tells Lady Catherine that he knew Tobias wanted to use the device to give her all of the time he never got to give her while he was working. It was a way the two of them could be together forever. Lady Catherine agrees to help Lazlo the best she can if he can find the device.

Adelaide asks if they're sure this isn't another trap. She asks why Tobias would contact Lazlo and not her if he was truly alive. She asks why so many people want Lazlo dead. Lazlo says he has made a lot of mistakes in his life, especially earlier in his life when he was a callow lad. He sought to entertain and not to offend. He says he's less concerned about who all wants him dead, but why the people at the gala want him dead.

As Raph and Laurent move through the house, they find artwork that once hung in the Bordeaux household and set off a trap that injures Laurent. They also find letters regarding someone named Lillian. Sedania, Raph, and Laurent descend the stairs, and the loop has been reset.

## Session Nine: Starstuff

Raph clings to his sanity as he's forcibly thrust through the time loop. Memories flicker before his eyes, everything shifting in reverse. The etching of the T in the wardrobe, undoing the faux pas with Lady Defresne. The one thing anchoring him is the burning desire to unravel this mystery and unearth the truth behind this eerie place.

For Laurent, it's a chaotic whirlwind. Every misstep she's ever taken surges back, mingling with memories of her time at the academy. But what truly threatens to unravel her mind are the paintings they stumbled upon in the estate, shrouded in a haunting mist. She feels like a canvas stretched to its limit, on the verge of tearing apart.

Abruptly, they're back in the present. Professor Laurent, though disoriented, fans herself to conceal it. Marcel, on the other hand, succumbs to nausea. Sedania looks equally unwell, while Lady Dufresne stands there, dazed. Laurent persuades Defresne to relinquish her scroll and the scroll of disintegration.

Raph and Laurent locate the marking in the cupboard that Raph left. To test if it triggers anything, Raph tosses a crate down the stairs. Nothing. Deciding to venture downstairs, they summon Bijou, and Raph goes in search of Marcel. Marcel, along with Lady Dufresne and Msr. Blanchet, is too disoriented to take any meaningful action. Together, they descend the stairs.

Meanwhile, Adelaide and Laszlo tread through a section of the town. After hearing Tobias' story, Adelaide presses Laszlo about her father. He reveals that her father was a discerning collector with a keen eye for art and artifacts. He inquires if she's aware of any items that are exceptionally rare in the city. It dawns on her that her diary might just be one of those items, but she's hesitant about entrusting Laszlo with this revelation.

Laszlo goes on to explain that his collection comprises items and artifacts from realms beyond the mists. He offered her father fair compensation to acquire some or all of his collection, fulfilling his duty to safeguard these powerful objects from falling into the wrong hands. Some of these items possess the ability to warp the mind and senses, revealing hidden truths.

He reassures Adelaide that he's not a native of this land, merely someone who has set up shop here. Curious, she inquires about who these "wrong hands" might be. Laszlo elucidates that no single individual should possess all of these artifacts, as their combined power could drive a person to madness, making them unwilling to part with even one piece.

Laszlo reveals that he discovered her father had employed Tobias. Tobias claimed that he was tasked by Mr. Bordeaux to construct an immense estate, ensuring the safety of the collection. Adelaide wonders if her father feared theft. Initially, that was Laszlo's assumption, but her mother saw it differently. When he asked her if her husband changed after venturing beyond the mists, she affirmed that he had. This led him to propose purchasing some of the artifacts from the family.

Adelaide checks her diary, confirming that Laszlo's account aligns with the entries. He met with her mother frequently, solely for more artifacts. However, her mother sought more than gold—she desired his help in gaining favor within high society. Adelaide still harbors resentment, blaming him for her father's drunken antics and the subsequent disgrace. Laszlo defends himself, asserting that he had a reputation to uphold and didn't force her father's self-destructive behavior.

He conveys that he presumed her father returned to Chateau Defaux and never came back. Perhaps, unraveling the mysteries of the estate might shed light on her father's fate. Adelaide is cautiously hopeful, wishing that Laszlo is a more honorable man than he appears.

Suddenly, amidst the chaos of shadowy figures darting about, one silhouette charges straight at them. She recognizes the man—it's the demoted Inspector Henri Vallon. He's heading in the direction they just came from. She signals Laszlo to conceal himself, and he complies. Henri sternly instructs her to clear the path, emphasizing that he's on official business and warns her not to obstruct him. Adelaide queries about the situation, and he divulges that an unauthorized gala (the Spectral Gala) is taking place. She joins him, following him back to the estate.

Meanwhile, in the cellar beneath the estate, Laurent and Raph navigate the gloom. Laurent dispatches Bijou ahead to scout for potential threats. They stumble upon depictions of Laurent as the shooting star. They engage in a cautious dance of speculation regarding the true identity.

Moving forward, they encounter several intricate traps. One bears the inscription "time heals all wounds." Another features a star chart. In a revelation, Laurent discloses that she is, in fact, the shooting star. A sound emanates from behind them, and they find a robot, "Copperheart," in a severely damaged state. It's malfunctioning, launching an attack on them. After a struggle, they manage to halt it. The robot repeatedly reports an error before they ultimately dismantle it, culminating in a thunderous explosion.

Back on the streets, Adelaide accompanies Henri, hopeful that Laszlo is discreetly trailing behind. Henri explains that the absence of a permit will be the final blow to whomever the host may be. He's unaware of the host's identity. They chance upon Sedania. Adelaide approaches her, concerned about her solo presence. Sedania appears disoriented, expressing her intent to visit her father and steer clear of the gala's proceedings. In Sedania's journal, Adelaide observes the muddled thoughts, realizing that Sedania is headed in the wrong direction for her home. While Henri is eager to proceed, Adelaide persuades him to aid in escorting Sedania back.

As Sedania gazes skyward, she asks Adelaide if she sees what she's seeing. Following her gaze, Adelaide glimpses a flicker around a constellation—a convergence of all constellations, including alien ones, forming a singular circle. This circular configuration assumes the semblance of an eye, fixated on Adelaide just as she gazes back. A sense of urgency gnaws at her, and she ponders if any of this correlates with what her father witnessed in the mists. She surmises that perhaps her journal is comprised of this celestial essence, and believes she can access more by seeking her father's lost artifacts.

Henri intervenes, pulling Sedania and Adelaide from their reverie. They retrace their steps toward the Spectral Gala, sans Sedania.

In another part of the estate, both Raph and Laurent pretend to be Lazlo. They use the scroll to disintegrate a barrier and stumble upon a clockwork mechanism, a conceptual enigma called the Chrono Aegis, a term familiar to us only in the realm of theoretical constructs. Laurent senses that Lady Ferra would possess more knowledge on this matter. Raph, in an attempt to expedite matters, pushes the mechanism, and to his astonishment, he moves alongside it. In a whirl of bewildering glimpses into possible futures, he suddenly materializes in front of the disgraced inspector. Raph screams, utterly unprepared for this unexpected turn. He returns to reality, shaken from his daze. Then, the robots catch up to the interlopers. They merged with each other, becoming a clockwork dragon.

## Session Ten: The Gears of Fate

Lady Catherine wrestles with her thoughts, contemplating how to reconnect with Tobias. Her steps echo eerily on the familiar cobblestone streets leading to the gala, a path she's tread before in this bewildering loop. There, she encounters Adelaide, who wears an expression of awe mingled with trepidation. It's as if pieces of a puzzle are finally slotting into place for her. Together, they proceed towards the Spectral Gala.

As Adelaide gazes up at the ominous star, she senses its potent energy. Lady Catherine inquires about this, prompting Adelaide to grapple with the challenge of explaining. They delve into the intricate web that links Adelaide's father, Tobias, and Laszlo. They discern the urgency of acquiring a key to control the time-altering contraption. Determining that they need Raph and Professor Laurent's insights, they set out to reunite with them.

In response to Adelaide's query about her family's former estate, Lady Catherine confesses she hasn't ventured there since Tobias' passing. She harbors doubts about finding much, as the Ferra estate passed into their hands and the vaults likely cleared out. Together, they return to the gala, Adelaide uncertain whether Lady Catherine harbors intentions of revenge against Laszlo.

Approaching the estate, they encounter the enigmatic doorman, a figure they've encountered repeatedly. Lady Catherine steps forward, a palpable tension in the air.

Meanwhile, in the gala's basement, Raph and Laurent confront the clockwork dragon. A blaze ignites, casting a sinister glow. The dragon retaliates, releasing a torrent of oil. Laurent descends, meeting her demise. Raph's attempt to strike the dragon and flee only elicits glitches in its mechanized form.

Back at the entrance, Lady Catherine stands before the doorman, determination etched across her features. She inquires if he recognizes her. The doorman, through subtle gestures, suggests that he does. As Lady Catherine removes her mask, a tremor courses through her. She asserts it's his turn, but the doorman appears unable to unmask himself. Lady Catherine's trembling hand seeks the mechanism, guided by her intimate knowledge of her husband's craftsmanship. The mask resists, but she perseveres.

As Lady Catherine exerts herself, Adelaide watches, puzzled yet intrigued. She queries if they have a connection. Tear-streaked, Lady Catherine affirms this, her heart pounding. Adelaide probes their surface thoughts, sensing Lady Catherine's overwhelming emotions. The doorman's inner turmoil echoes - a plea for salvation amidst the torment.

Adelaide delves deeper, uncovering fragments of shattered time, flashes of pivotal conversations, and cryptic blueprints. She discerns a battery-like drain, a malevolent force at play. With a heavy heart, she suggests to Lady Catherine that this is her husband, Tobias. Lady Catherine nods in agreement, her eyes glistening.

Brushing away tears, she inquires if they can mend the device from within. The doorman remains silent. Adelaide senses an unnatural force at work, a puppeteer orchestrating this torment. Lady Catherine beseeches the figure she believes to be Tobias to stay, assuring him they'll unravel this enigma. With a tender kiss on his cheek, they proceed inside.

Adelaide searches for Laszlo but comes up empty-handed.

Raph ascends, deftly disarming a trap. He urges the others to flee, but before they can react, the clockwork dragon erupts through the floor. Oil sprays, sealing the fate of Lady Dufresne and Msr. Blanchet. Adelaide and Raph dash outside, while Lady Catherine studies the dragon. Her discerning eye notes its crude craftsmanship, unmistakably distinct from Tobias' work. Her attempt to reduce its size proves futile.

Raph spots Laszlo at a distance and imparts the grim truth - to reset the time loop, they may have to end him. Shapeshifting into Laszlo, Raph stands alongside him. The dragon targets Lady Catherine. Adelaide endeavors to lead it away, while Laszlo launches an assault. A tense standoff ensues, veering towards a devastating climax.

Inside the gala, Lady Catherine confronts the complex device. With a touch, she casts Identify, unveiling its chaotic creation - a convergence of three potent spells, fueled by wild magic and advanced chronomancy. She discerns that activating it saps an unrelated, mysterious energy source. Determined, she strives to reset the loop, her actions rippling through the fabric of time. And...

## Memorable Quotations

* **Granny Sand:** If you’re a cheater, I’ll eat you. I’ll eat ya right up! Just kidding--I’ll eat you if you get too tasty!
* **Laurent**: So I will eat my vegetables.

**Granny Sand:** This is the game and these are the rules. Before someone comes to us, I need you to tell us everything you can about them. We call this The Whispered Secrets! -

* **Granny Sand**: I’m so sorry, my little green goose. It appears as though you’re not playing the game well enough! You must gather more secrets or else look at us! Look at your memke! She’s wasting away because we don’t have enough to eat!
* **Laurent:** I’m sorry Maman. I’m sorry Memke. I will get more secrets. I promise they will be good secrets.

**Gerard:** I don’t waaant to gather secrets right now!

**The Duchess:** You defile my masquerade with your vileness. I condemn you!

* **Bijou:** Prrrrrrrr….well, I can talk now.
* **Laurent:** Hello! You’re welcome?
* **Bijou:** Merci beaucoup.
* **Laurent:** Do you want scritches? Or cupcake? Or maggots?
* **Bijou:** ….I’ll have the maggots.

* **Laurent:** I have pimples.
* **Bijou:** Sometimes I have lice.
* **Laurent:** Ew…
* **Bijou:** That’s how I feel about pimples. I could pop them.
* **Laurent**: Well now I’m bleeding so I shouldn't go out.
* **Bijou:** You want to go out?
* **Laurent:** No I have pimples!
* **Bijou:** This is starting to sound like comme ci, comme ca.

**Pichard:** That is a C! And Cs do not get degrees at the University of Dementlieu! Unfortunately, too many of you fall into the third category of UNsatisfactory!

**Pichard:** If it’s not fit for our duchess, it’s not fit for this university. Dismissed!

**Pichard:** If you do this, you might get the funding.

* **Laurent:** Sedania doesn't CARE about astronomy. She hates me.
* Bijou: It doesn't matter how she feels. What matters are the secrets you’re going to hear.

**Laurent:** We try for excellence from everything from spread to start!

**Mrs. Camille:** It seems like you’re someone we’d like to have in out ORBIT!

* **Mr. Camille:** I’ve heard it said that Lord Tobias Ferra has shuffled off his mortal coil. And the widow? Not much of an inventor. It seems like there is an opening that one might fill!
* **Mr. Camille**: Unique insight darling!
* **Mrs. Camille**: I’ve always thought she was very…bright!

* **Laurent:** What species is the dragon in the constellation?
* **Sedania:** Solar?
* **Laurent:** What a delightful answer!

* **Laurent:** You need a wish, my friend?
* **Jean Claude:** I want it back. I want everything back.
* **Laurent:** What are you willing to offer?
* **Jean Claude:** Anything.

* **Laurent:** The most important thing in Dementlieu is appearance. It’s going to be alright.
* **Muriel:** You are limited by your imagination. If you don’t dream big enough, then you will stay small.
* **Laurent:** This is why you are my favorite student.
* **Muriel: I**t has been many years, I hope I am less student and more friend!
* **Laurent:** Peer.

**Laurent:** Oh shit…. Does Muriel like me?

*Dear Esteemed Professor Estelle Laurent,*

*You are cordially invited to the most enchanting affair of the year, the Spectral Gala. As the moonlight dances upon the shores of our dreams, we gather to celebrate the mysteries of the night and the untold secrets that lie within.*

*Dress in your most captivating attire, adorned with the beauty that rivals the stars themselves. Let the mask conceal your identity, allowing your true spirit to shine through.*

*As a seeker of knowledge and a guardian of the stars, we believe your presence will be instrumental in uncovering the secrets that encircle our esteemed gathering. Be prepared, for the path ahead is illuminated with riddles and enigmas, requiring the wisdom and insight that only a scholar like yourself possesses.*

*May the constellations guide your steps, and may the mysteries of the Grand Masquerade Ball be revealed to those who are worthy of its secrets.*

*Yours in anticipation.*

**Catherine:** Lead the way, always.

**Tobias:** I definitely don’t want to spoil it. But I definitely want to spoil it. Can I spoil it?

**Tobias:** It's not just our date. It’s Rordan. THE Rordan Gamsey.

**Rordan:** I’ve always wanted to make a perfect risotto.

* **Rordan:** Yes what?
* **Catherine:** Yes chef?

**Rordan:** 15 minutes to express your love… in your kitchen starts now!

**Tobias:** The most unique elements of the pear. A pear is not a plum.

**Rordan**: Let’s see whose cuisine reigns supreme.

* **Rordan:** This is perfect. Perfectly mediocre. As in perfectly mediocre that I haven’t had this dish before.
* **Tobias:** I’m confused, chef.
* **Rordan**: I’m confused about why I haven’t heard of a dish like this in university!

**Rordan:** Congratulations, you two have cooked up something delicious, nutritious, and long lasting. Now I must go, Dementlieu needs me (Grappling hooks away with a frying pan).

**Catherine:** I didn’t know he somersaulted off of roofs.

**Tobias:** When I saw that small man break open my window and flee off into the unknown…I thought, maybe some of that spirit is in me.

* **Tobias:** I am not asking you to marry me. I am asking you for the ability to ask you in maybe a year. I am halfway out through the window. I am pre-asking you to marry me.
* **Catherine:** Never one to take the leap, I’ll jump with you.

**Tobias:** If [the manor] is as good as they want it to be, the Duchess would just take it for herself.

**Catherine**: If you jump, I jump with you. With this project, it's all hands on deck. Let me help you.

* **Tobias:** Honey, this little ball of sunlight, what do you call this?” Lord Tobias
* **Catherine:** I don’t know, I haven’t thought of a name.
* **Tobias**: Like Un Petit Soleil

**Tobias:** We’ve been talking about stars, and I know your favorite is the dragon up there. What if I grabbed the stars and brought them down here.

…

You know this is just a metaphor.

**Tobias:** I’m gonna let you meet your new best friend and your next husband if anything happens to me.

**Tobias:** I remember the portrait and what that man looked like. I don’t remember what dad looked like.

**Tobias:** No spoilers this time… It’s behind a paywall… you need platinum membership.

**Tobias:** Let me look at that ring. Mmm no that’s a gold ring and you need a platinum.

* **Tobias:** Cat, I don’t think that… that’s our place.
* **Catherine:** Our inventions were always meant to help right?”
* **Tobias:** If we are climbing the ladder and someone is falling from the top. If we attempt to grab them, what’s going to happen?
* **Catherine:** We fall too…
* **Tobias:** I don’t feel good about it but this is just the way of things.
* **Catherine:** Onward and upward, I guess.

“…open to us renewing our vows as soon as I finish this project.”

* **Adelaide Bordeaux:** Is this for me?
* **Lady Lillian Bordeaux:** Of course, it is a gift from your father.
* **Adelaide Bordeaux:** But it isn't even my birthday yet. Can I open it?

* **Adelaide Bordeaux:** Splendifourous.
* **Lady Lillian Bordeaux:** Splendifourous is not a word, splendid.

* **Lady Lillian Bordeaux:** One must be humble but not denigrate oneself.
* **Adelaide Bordeaux:** Mother, this is absolutely beautiful. Thank you for this splendid gift.
* **Lady Lillian Bordeaux:** Do you know what this gift is?
* **Adelaide Bordeaux:** A journal?
* **Lady Lillian Bordeaux:** To an undiscerning eye, yes. But it is a mask and a game.

* **Lady Lillian Bordeaux:** What type of homes have fireplaces?
* **Adelaide Bordeaux**: I assume every home has a fireplace…
* **Lady Lillian Bordeaux:** It is true that anyone in our quarter has a fireplace. But there are four quarters to our city.

* **Adelaide Bordeaux:** Babysitting!
* **Sedania Camille:** -\_-
* **Adelaide Bordeaux:** Who is this beautiful doll here?
* **Sedania Camille:** Me.

* **Adelaide Bordeaux:** I see a family that was given some very bad advice on how to dress for a garden tea party. I think they want to see if they could blend into the night.
* **Lord Emeric Bordeaux:** Who do you think gave them that advice?
* **Adelaide Bordeaux:** Right over there. They're all in black too, but underneath, they are in multicolored robes.
* **Lord Emeric Bordeaux:** Why do you think they did it?
* **Adelaide Bordeaux:** Probably for a laugh.
* **Lord Emeric Bordeaux:** Is it really funny, to laugh at someone else's expense?
* **Adelaide Bordeaux:** …if the person has been slighted.
* **Lord Emeric Bordeaux:** What do you think the slight might have been?
* **Adelaide Bordeaux:** I don't know. Perhaps the family didn't want that person at a wedding. Maybe they're just odd.

* **Lazlo Davtona:** This isn't some trick to get me closer to you so that I can stare at your bosom, is it?
* **Adelaide Bordeaux: [**Adelaide covers up] Ah, I see, I see. Forgive me, but I seem to have misjudged not just your identity but your intentions…
* **Lazlo Davtona**: Your father taught you well. He is quite the arteeste.

* **Lazlo Davtona:** I'm sorry, my darling, I feel I have spoken out of turn. The reset was a failure. Here, I will give you something as recompense.
* **Adelaide Bordeaux:** It is beautiful, but I couldn't possibly…
* **Lazlo Davtona:** No, it is yours. Show it to your father, and if he agrees on the quality there will be more conversations.

* **Lazlo Davtona:** You know, I probably have a son about your age and it will be a perfect match. I just have to find him first.
* **Adelaide Bordeaux:** What do you make of this father? He was very interested in your opinion.
* [music stops]
* **Lord Emeric Bordeaux:** My daughter, I feel I have had a bit too much to drink.

* **Gala attendee:** Yes, the gold embossing really elevates the piece.
* **Gala attendee:** Yes, yes, these brush strokes all go in different directions.

**Lazlo Davtona:** I am well aware of her enigmatic interests.

**Lazlo Davtona:** Oh, there she is now, let her deci… Oh no, there is your daughter. And your wife's nowhere to be seen. Why do you think I was late?

**Lazlo Davtona:** Let our swords decide who is the worthy protector of Lilian's heart.

**Lazlo Davtona:** Emeric, your jealousy clouds your judgment. Her heart is not mine to steal, nor yours to possess.

**Lazlo Davtona:** Ladies and gentlemen, this was this evening's entertainment.

**Iain (Narrator):** And with one last opportunity to save face, Emeric doesn't take it.

* **Adelaide Bordeaux:** What THE FUCK happened to my dad?
* **Adelaide Bordeaux:** Where THE FUCK was my mom?
* **Adelaide Bordeaux:** Who THE FUCK does Lazlo think he is?

**Lord Emeric Bordeaux:** I ruined everything and I can't come back. It wouldn't be fair to you and it wouldn't be fair to Adelaide.

**Richard**: Should the cadaver become a spectator, there is a distinction between the new form of ectoplasm and the original. Makes the specimen uninhabitable. Creates a clean break, eh.

**Richard:** Mrs. Farmington, how are you doing on this most auspicious day?

* **Raph:** Hello father.
* **Richard:** Hello, my boy…. The clothes they’re wearing, I can’t quite place them.
* **Raph:** May I take a closer look? Father…I’m not sure what this is.
* **Richard:** They may come from beyond the mists. There’s the forest to the south. If one travels far and long, one starts to suffocate on the mist. Either they’re the beneficiaries from lands beyond or they hail from those places .
* **Raph**: Why should they end up dead here?
* **Richard: I** shall have to call the inspector.
* **Raph:** I’ll contact the inspector (has no intention of calling the inspector) .

* **Raph:** Pardon me if I may ask, there were some bodies found in this area. Is there anyone here who may have seen them, anything helps.
* **Passerby:** Gonna have to be more specific love, finding bodies here is like finding cobblestones!

**Lizard-Man:** Raven pendant? Here lad, come with me. I’ll show you the man with the raven pendant.

**Lizard-Man**: Lad’s asking about a raven pendant…so I thought I might give him to you?

* **Lazlo:** How bout you take me to them?
* **Raph:** They’re in the morgue.
* **Lazlo:** That’s fine, I’ll follow you.

* **Raph:** You’d be surprised how many people die by falling in the bathtub.
* **Lazlo:** Yeah, lots of accidental deaths happening.

* **Lazlo:** I see through you….
* **Raph:** And I, you.
* **Lazlo:** No, ya don’t. Take me to these bodies and this whole thing can be resolved like it never happened.
* **Raph:** What do you want with these bodies?
* **Lazlo**: Calm down. If I wanted to kill you, you’d be dead. Then you’d come back and…. This place is not my favorite spot to vacation or do business.

* **Lazlo:** Well, here we are.
* **Raph:** Just a moment I’m going to grab my father who’s the mortician.
* **Lazlo:** Be brief.
* **Raph:** Of courseh.

**Richard:** You must be silent as the grave, my son.

* **Richard**: Are you here to take the cadavers for yourself?
* **Lazlo:** No, I have no need for the cadavers. Some of the items on the cadavers belong to my organization.
* **Raph:** What organization would that be?
* **Lazl**o: It’s like… if I tell you I have to kill you, but I don’t think it applies to your situation.
* **Richard:** Is that supposed to be a joke? Talking about my death in my place of work?
* **Lazlo:** No…I believe we got off on the wrong foot. I’m a fighter, not a negotiator.

**Lazlo:** That was a waste of fucking time…

**Lazlo:** Now, I’ve got the finest wares! Step right up! Tickle your teeth, comb your hair, make you feel like a millionaire!

* **Davian:** Hello? I can see you! No point in hiding!
* **Raph:** Me?
* **Davian**: Right…what were you doing with our boy here?
* **Raph**: I didn’t even notice you!
* **Davian:** Oh. Well, best be off with you then. This lad is our business. You go back to doing whatever it is that suits ya.
* **Raph**: Okay!

* **Lazlo:** So is it all that you believed it would be and more?
* **Tobias:** Yeah…I’m very impressed.
* **Lazlo:** That’s good cause there’s certainly more where that came from. Here let me show you this piece, brought it here myself. What do you see? It's like a Rorschach test, isn’t it?
* **Tobias:** I dunno. I’ve never really had an eye for art.

* **Lazlo:** I’m sorry, are you being magnetized, my dear? Please please come closer.
* **Raph:** No monsieur, I have many guests to attend to.
* **Lazlo:** But there's only one guest that’s gonna attend to YOU.

* **Lazlo:** I assure you I can give as good as I get. How about you find me after this party?
* **Raph:** Oh. oh…maybe?

* **Lazlo**: While it's true that I easily sell myself, I’m equally good as a buddy-buddy type--
* **Tobias**: No… no.
* **Lazlo:** I understand you have your lady, you have your loved one. I envy those who can find that true warmth!

* **Tobias:** Alright. I’ll do it…is there like a limit to the number?
* **Lazlo:** No! As long as you’ve got a guide, you’ll go from place to place unimpeded. Now you should take reasonable precautions, but you should have no trouble traveling from place to place.

**Lazlo:** Your name is Salt and pepper silver fox?

* **Lazlo:** Your father the mortician? I imagine there are a lot of morticians in Mordent. Like there are a lot of cheesemongers in a dairy-friendly place! I knew a mortician here once. Good man. Knew when a transaction was completed.
* **Raph:** It’s a wonder to make your acquaintance now.
* **Lazlo:** Yes, charmed.

**Lazlo:** Tell your father he’s the salt of the earth.

**Lazlo:** Raph Blackburn? I’ll remember it. I’ll carry that name in my heart.

* **Raph:** See you around…what’s your name?
* **Tobias:** Oh…my name is…Tooonyyy….

**Tobias:** I’m just an art collector. Just here to look at some art and take some notes cause I’m thinking of making a purchase….

* **Raph:** Where are you from?
* **Tobias**: Mordantshire…
* **Raph:** Oh, you’re from here!
* **Tobias:** Yes… I’m from here…like you.
* **Raph:** That's a fascinating pin you got there.
* **Tobias**: Oh, pin? What pin?
* **Raph:** A work of art.
* **Tobias:** Yes! That’s. I bought it for art!

* **Tobias:** This thing is a dime a dozen here just take it.
* **Raph**: Is there anything I can give you for it?
* **Tobias:** Yeah gimme a fran--a tuppence for it.

**Valon:** We’ve heard about your reputation. We have our own way of handling things. We don’t need outsiders interfering.

* **Raph:** That is not true! That is what you were made to believe!
* **Crowd**: Sacre bleu. Valon speaks lies!
* **Valon:** I’ll get you if it’s the last thing I do!
* **Raph:** Well, you can try, but we have our own way of doing things.

* **Marcel:** I’m actually the city’s greatest detective. It’s because of my unassuming manner. You don’t even know I’m there and that’s why I’m like a fly on the wall -
* **Raph**: Well Marcel I’m sure we’ll work together.
* **Marcel:** Oh I want even talking to you, see that’s how unassuming I am, I was just dictating to my assistant.
* **Raph:** Marcel, there’s no one else around…

* **Raph:** Am I early? Or am I fashionably late?
* **Doorman**: \*Raises one finger.\*
* **Raph:** Ah, I see. You communicate exceptionally well for a doorman of few words.

* **Raph:** Marcel, I think we're here early.
* **Marcel:** Yes, it's quite the faux pas. You'd think it's spelled f-o-p-a, but it's really spelled f-a-o... Oh, I messed it up already!

* **Raph:** Ah, Miss Sedania. I imagine your parents will be with you this evening.
* **Sedania:** Monsieur, why would you imagine that?
* **Raph:** I... don't know. Have you met my friend Marcel?
* **Marcel:** Ah, on these occasions, it's important to be polite. You should be curtsying.
* **Sedania:** I... What?

* **Adelaide:** Sounds like I arrived just in time.
* **Sedania:** Five minutes earlier would have been better.
* **Adelaide:** My apologies for my tardiness.

**Isabel:** Please don't be shy! You know this one is called A QUEEN’S Ruby!

**Isabel:** Inspector, is this your ESCORT service?! Ahoo hoo hoo hoo!

* **Catherine:** What way does your path take you tonight?
* **Blanchette:** I'll attend a new gala.
* **Catherine:** What role do you play tonight?
* **Blanchette:** I play no role. I am no musician. I am here to learn.

**Isabel:** You are one of the brightest stars in Dementlieu. You know I've read that stars are just little balls of fire in the sky!

**Laurent:** Well, I'm sure you could make a splendid star with that jewelry, dancing to and fro.

**Isabel:** I suppose they're going to pitch me a new play of Scallywags and Scoundrels. It is with my money that abundance is created.

* **Blanchette:** I don't think I'm fit to hobnob with the likes of you all. But I'll do my best not to let down my gracious guests. Humility is quite appreciated by our Duchess. And so I remain a humble servant willing to learn and to serve.
* **Catherine:** What manner of work are you in?
* **Blanchette:** I am in the business of composition.

* **Laurent:** I am not here as a professor, and you are not here as my student.
* **Sedania:** Professor, are you in on this? This isn't a thing with mom?
* **Laurent:** No. I have no idea why we are here. But there is a lot of magic here. I'm going to play this drink up just a bit...

* **Raph:** Lady Ferra? But I heard you don't go to these things.
* **Catherine:** That is the general rumor.
* **Raph:** Well, it is lovely to see you! Wonderful!
* **Catherine:** I couldn't help but come to this one.
* **Raph:** There is something fascinating about this one, isn't that right, Marcel?
* **Marcel:** You know, discussing finch breeding habits isn't everyone's idea of appropriate party talk.
* **Raph:** I wonder how this home measures up against that grand estate you find yourself in?

**Raph:** You are not the original owners of that estate, isn't that true?

**Gamsey:** I know why this chicken crossed the road! It's because it's not bloody cooked!

**Gamsey:** I see that Mary has a little lamb. It's this one! Because it's still bloody alive!

**Laurent:** Bijoux, I need you to find a name and address, anything on this place. I have no idea where I am!

**Bijoux:** Already on it. I've been up and down the street. Even in the garbage. There's nothing in the garbage... I think this is a pop-up shop.

**Robots:** We trust that you have enjoyed the festivities so far. We invite you all to a masked ballroom dance.

* **Marcel:** I just walked right in. It's part of my charade.
* **Raph:** God dammit, Marcel!
* **Marcel:** That's what I WANT you to think.

* **Raph:** Truly a remarkable performance.
* **Adelaide:** Yes, very entertaining. I do hope we figure out why we all have been gathered here...
* **Raph:** You were invited, madame?
* **Adelaide:** Oh, yes. I would show it to you, but I gave it to the man at the door.

**Raph:** You are not a person of interest, but not that I am not admiring you.

**Raph:** It is better to insert yourself into mysteries before they become crime scenes.

**Raph:** I find when individuals present have much to hide, I often find my services are needed... later on.

* **Raph:** There was a man, I’m told. He found himself in an argument with the host. A rather embarrassing situation. The man disappeared. His family has taken on new identities. No one knows who they are or where they are. I'm curious about what happened to the man.
* **Adelaide:** Yes, I remember that story. What a ghastly affair. I heard that man was not himself... Although it did make for an entertaining party.
* **Raph:** I doubt the family found it entertaining. I heard they lost their homes and many of their belongings. It was a tragedy for them.
* **Adelaide:** ...I do hope that someone came to their aid.

* **Adelaide**: ...If only I had been here before the crime scene had occurred. Perhaps the man would not be missing if I was here.
* **Raph:** Yes, lovely to meet you, AdaI mean Ana.

**Gamsey:** Salt, acid, fat, and heat, yeah?

**Gamsey:** Yes, I do keep the dishes all up to par. I do miss him so.

**Catherine:** I'm sure he's here with me.

**Gamsey:** I was not invited here to cook. It's my passion. But I know this meal was not what it was supposed to be. Can always do better.

**Lazlo**: So, I suppose you're wondering why I gathered you all here tonight!? I hope the accommodations have been suitable, my darlings?!

**Marce**l: Right... we should be surreptitious in our approach.

**Lazlo**: You know they say birds of a feather flock together, I’m afraid I left mine at home. Charmed.

* **Lazlo:** I know what it's like to lose a loved one. And there are no words that I can say that can take away the sting of his absence. My condolences.
* **Catherine:** Yes, it's been a great loss. I thank you for your kind words.
* **Lazlo:** Words are just vibrations. Sounds. I hope to prove my care for your loss with my actions.

**Copper Heart**: My lady.

* **Catherine:** Apologies. I was just looking for my mask.
* **Copper Heart:** It is yours to retrieve.
* Catherine: You’re fascinating. Where did you come from?
* **Copper Heart:** We live to serve and we were created to ensure tonight’s festivities go off as planned. With that, my lady, our guest of honor has arrived.

* **Lazlo:** Splendid! Activities! A game of luck? A game of wits perhaps?
* **Robots:** We have a game to play Elegant charades.

* **Raph:** Stay close. Not that close. Not ON top of me. Like a foot and a half.
* **Marcel:** Who’s foot? I have large feet for a man my height.

* **Marcel:** In my travels, I have witnessed things that would daunt the unexamined mind, in fact just last week...
* **Raph**: OMG...

* **Lazlo: Y**our form is amazing! I always say that a bit of beer and bloodshed make for a great party!
* **Adelaide:** Well perhaps I can show you a step or two.
* **Lazlo:** How about later tonight?
* **Adelaide:** Sounds perfect!
* **Lazlo:** Let me check my schedule!

**Lazlo:** Which one is it? Who’s doing this? Is it you?

**Robots:** Now we would like to participate in the charades.

* **Raph:** It's the spectral gala!
* **Lazlo:** Quite right my well-shaven friend! It is indeed the spectral gala! Ah!

* **Marcel:** I’m like a fishing net, but one with no holes so the fish can’t get out. I have your answer. Apparently that’s what tonight’s about.
* **Laurent:** Discovering?
* **Marcel**: Huh, looks like I’m on that case.

* **Adelaide:** In a sense.
* **Lazlo:** What sense? Sight? Touch?
* **Adelaide:** Neither.

* **Adelaide:** The thing I seek, it's not material. It's more something that can be granted with societal influence.
* **Lazlo:** I think I am an influential man about town. What do you want?
* **Adelaide:** Maybe more influence, higher regard, a seat at the table.
* **Lazlo:** Ah, I thought it was going to be more challenging. As soon as I have this chest, hand over heart: you’ll have my ear.

* **Catherine:** Are you still trying to read the heavens? Picked up any new revelations having your head up in the clouds?
* **Prof. Laurent:** Nothing worth sharing.
* **Catherine:** As the gears in the sky continue to turn with the constellations.

* **Catherine:** My dear inspector? Enjoying yourself?
* **Raph:** It’s hard to say at this point.

**Raph:** Who doesn’t know the infamous Lazlo Devtona? Well-known cad and ladies' man. Man about town? He slunk off with that young lady with the fan not too long ago. Happen to see where they went?

**Raph:** He’s a ne'er-do-well with too much time on his hands and other anatomical parts...

* **Raph**: Recently I’ve been dealing with these hag-like fairy godmother creatures that make deals and...
* **Laurent:** Oh, how GRAND! What a mystery for you to tell!
* **Catherine:** Stories to tell children by candlelight.
* **Raph:** I’m not sure if the story of the three odd gables is appropriate to put children to sleep. Unless you plan to scare them to death.

* **Marcel:** So, how often do you clip your toenails?
* **Prof. Laurent:** Monsieur!
* **Marcel:** No, it’s a metaphor.
* **Prof. Laurent:** Monsieur?
* **Marcel:** Yeah, like a word game.

**Robots:** A game to challenge your memories. When you smell it, can you name it? Both the scent and the memory. Allonsey!

* **Sedania:** I can’t remember. And neither can he…
* **Sedania's Father:** Have you discovered the star? The dragon constellation?
* **Sedania:** Yes, I have, father.
* **Sedania's Father:** Good! Good! It will keep your mind sharp.

**Lady Isabella:** It’s like a first kiss…

**Rordan:** It’s not strong enough. Problem with a lot of these is they have no taste, no zest!

**Blanchette:** Scent of the sparkling flower, is it not? (I fit in!)

**Lazlo:** This is a mystical seduction! A blend of black pepper and a hint of jasmine! I know this anywhere!e

* **Raph:** Here I thought we’d have a night off.
* **Marcel**: Is the game afoot?
* **Raph:** Not NOW, Marcel!
* **Catherine:** This is not a GAME!

**Raph**: You do not move! You stay right where you are or you will be destroyed!

**Adelaide**: Did anyone see that?

* **Robots**: This place shall become your possession. Hunt down Lazlo Davtona.
* **Adelaide:** What the hell kind of game is this?

* **Adelaide:** Where is he? We need to find Lazlo!
* **Catherine:** Rest, child. We'll find him, but you need to recover.

**Butlers:** We offer our deepest apologies for the pain we have inflicted upon you.

**Butlers:** Each of you stands within these walls by virtue of a calculated invitation. Your influence has drawn you here. That which was lost can be restored. In the reincarnation, there will be reclamation.

* **Raph:** No one is leaving this place, as each and every one of you is suspect in what has occurred here.
* **Adelaide:** Who are you to keep us here? I’m not going to play this little game.

**Marcel:** Hoisted by your own petard.

**Marcel:** Alright, everyone, you heard the man. We’re all gonna stay here until the premises are secured!

**Laurent:** I don’t think we’re getting any help.

**Marcel:** I was set upon by a legion of scallywags.

* **Raph**: So what's the difference between your broom and your arcane companion?
* **Laurent:** The broom is for travel. The companion is for… having a good pet?

**Adelaide:** Let’s play their game, but our way. Let's hunt Lazlo for ourselves. He’s the only one who can shed any light on any of this.

**Marcel**: If I go to the precinct, wouldn’t that mean that you-know-who would get involved?

**Laurent:** Pardon, doorman. Can you speak?

**Laurent:** Who is our host? Can you write it down?

**Laurent:** Thank you, monsieur doorman.

* **Catherine:** Monsieur Blanchet?
* **Blanchet:** You know me?
* **Catherine**: I’ve heard murmurs of you….
* **Blanchet:** I take the hint that you do not wish to be escorted…

* **Raph:** I don’t think that color suits you the way that violet would.
* **Lady DuFresne:** I beg your pardon!
* **Marcel**: Very smooth.
* **Raph:** Yeah, shut up, Marcel.

* **Raph:** I’m here as an observer. Observation, as you know, is quite valuable.
* **Laurent**: Then, Inspector, I would like to submit to you some evidence of a crime that has not yet happened.

* **Raph**: Marcel! Come smell this poison…
* **Marcel:** This what?
* **Raph**: …smell this perfume…
* **Marcel:** Sure! On it! Easy task!

**DuFresne:** Annie! What a positively quaint and rural name… I once knew an Annie who cleaned my chamber pot, but not you. Darling, would you like some wine?

**Marcel: Y**ou know I’ve got the nose of a Doberman.

**Laurent:** I am not one for prophecy, but the stars are good at predicting.

**Laurent:** Part of me does not want to think about it because... myeeeh.

**Raph:** Do you…. Do you have a broom?

**Raph:** This must be the work of those hags that grant wishes! Those strange dream beings!

* **Adelaide:** We need to find Lazlo!
* **Lady Ferra:** He hasn’t made his entrance yet.
* **Adelaide:** We need to ambush him as he enters, or maybe stop him from entering.
* **Lady Ferra: H**e doesn’t come for a while, right?
* **Adelaide: I** will wait as long as it takes.

* **Raph as "Lazlo":** Well, I say, gents, what is the issue here? Let's all put away our knife hands and call it a night, eh?
* **Marcel:** Holy cow. Lazlo Davton?
* R**aph as "Lazlo":** That's right, dear boy.

**Marcel:** There are strange magics at work (cough, cough, cough).

**Robots:** There has been an error. This is not the time.

**Laurent**: Lazlo! You are in danger from being here!

**Raph:** It's ME... the inspector!

**Catherine**: It's chess, always think three steps ahead.

**Catherine** (on Rordan Gamsey): He's known for popping out of the most peculiar of places.

* **Raph:** Most of you do look quite delicious.
* **Dufresne:** Monisur Davtona you CAD!

**Raph**: Is this really all who's here? Where's that little short fellow? Gamsey?

**Dufresne** (what the Duchess said before disintegrating someone at her gala): I condemn you.

* **Raph to Dufresne: I** told you you looked like crap.
* **Laurent:** Marcel, arrest that woman.
* **Marcel:** You're coming with me!
* **Blanchet:** A tremendous faux pas to attempt to kill someone in the middle of a gala!
* **Dufresne:** But! But it was Monsieur Lazlo! Not a moment ago! There's been a terrible mistake!
* **Laurent:** I know Monsieur Lazlo is a little rough around the edges, but seriously, madame!

* **Sedania:** Rordan's not going to come back... he did what they asked. And I think they gave him what he wanted.
* **Raph**: I see. We shall deal with him in good time.

* **Doorman:** \*Bows\*
* **Lady Ferra:** She needs a little air is all.
* **Adelaide:** Lady Catherine, you fuss too much.

* **Adelaide to Lazlo:** My head is swimming now, from the alcohol and from your presence.
* **Lazlo:** Always room for one more.
* **Adelaide:** That is what I always say.
* **Lady Ferra:** Yes... quite.

**Carriage driver (Mr. Beurarre?):** I am sixty-five!

* **Lazlo**: I knew your late husband. Have you remarried?
* **Adelaide:** [She has not].
* **Lady Ferra:** That question was for me, darling.

**Lazlo:** I'm sorry things had to go that way. It seems to be a dreadful domain!

**Lady Ferra**: So, to catch you up to speed, dear. This gala was some sort of ruse to catch you in the highest form of games: a murder mystery, if you will. Except you are the one to be targeted.

* **Lazlo (Detect Thoughts):** I deserve it, I use people all the time.
* **Adelaide**: I know.
* **Lazlo**: What?

* **Lazlo:** I would not enter into a contract without knowing the terms of the agreement.
* **Lazlo (Detect Thoughts):** We're in the wrong dimension for that.

* **Adelaide**: I also want the truth. About my father. You knew him. What happened to him?
* **Lazlo:** Who's your father?
* **Adelaide:** My last name is Bordeaux...
* **Lazlo:** Very well.

* **Raph:** We're going to find the truth, even if we're going to have to BREAK you to do it!
* **Dufresne**: You'll never break me!
* **Raph:** Oh, darn it, I forgot to... I always do this. Listen, all of you. What do you think will happen if you manage to kill Mr. Davtona?
* **Sedania:** We didn't believe it at first. At least I didn't. But the robot butlers told us that they have the ability to help us change the past. Take something that went wrong and fix it. So I asked if only one person gets what they want? And they said no. Each of us can get to kill him... as many times as we want, and we'll get something different every time. I have a blessed life. I have wealth and status. I have tolerable professors. But there is something our money can't fix, and that's my father's health.
* **Raph:** Sounds like the only thing possible for you to glean is more time with your father. While that is precious, those who linger in the past are never able to fully be in the future.
* **Blanchet:** My wish is to reclaim my old life, what I love. Be who I was. And also thank the figure that helped me start it.
* **Raph:** Lady Defresne?
* **Dufresne:** I'll never talk!
* **Raph:** Oh, yeah, I forgot.

**Raph**: I have 4 more blood!

* **Raph:** Who is this? What's this name? Does anyone know?
* **Dufresne**: That's MY name! You just took the contents out of my purse!
* **Raph:** You said you would never talk, please stop talking.
* **Marcel:** You want me to do violence on her?

* **Dufresne**: You cannot keep a lady of my status, favored by the duchess herself, found and on the floor like a common street rat!
* **Laurent:** Inspector, she used a scroll to do her magic.
* **Raph:** You attempted to duplicate the duchess' magic with a scroll? How do you think she would take this weak imitation of her abilities?

* **Robots:** Guest of honor! You are expected! You must play a game of perfume!
* **Raph:** Perfume! Sounds delightful (to Dufresne). It's me! Again. And you still look like crap. Perfumes! Haven't we scheduled charades!
* **Robots:** Protocol is... changing... first you... first you must play a game of elegant charades!
* **Laurent:** Well, if my appearance requires perfumes, then perfumes it is!
* **Robots:** You will play a game of elegant perfumes!
* **Laurent:** I suspect there is little to be gained from a game of perfume charades when the perfumes are not in their... Expected location?

**Dufresne:** You miserable miscreants! This is clearly someone promised by the duchess for those who are loyal to her! This will surely result in your demises! Slow and painful!

* **Lazlo:** I will explain as precisely as I can, as I am a murder victim. Your late husband, Lady Ferra, I know him well. He was a prodigy. ... A great eye for cross-cultural understandings. You're aware of Chateaufaux?
* **Lady Ferra:** I may have heard of it.
* **Lazlo:** Every noble knows of Chateaufaux. Every noble pretends to be as they are not. But your husband did not pretend well. ... I come from lands beyond the mist. I know there are some misunderstandings of what we do.

**Lazlo:** If there is one thing you all do exceptionally well, it is lie. It is excellent practice for my day job.

**Lazlo:** Your husband loved you dearly. It may not be germane to the conversation, but I am quite jealous.

**Lazlo:** Your husband created this device, a blueprint. It never quite worked. I helped him get connected to more funding, more connections, get him to new places. ... He gave me one piece of the device [takes out the key]. He said that if I were to connect this to the rest of the device, we would be able to use it.... and finish it, he did. One night, he let me know he was mere hours away from completing the device. And that night is when I heard of the accident with the device. ... Until I received a letter, inviting me to the gala and telling me I could have the device. And to bring the key.

**Lady Catherine:** May... may I read the letter?

* **Lady Catherine:** I never found him. I never found him. I never found a body. I buried an empty box!
* **Lazlo:** He wanted to use that device to give you all of that time he couldn't give you when he was too busy working.

**Sedania**: Huh... I remember some of these. My good friend, a former babysitter, owned some of these. A great faux pas was committed, and all of that was auctioned away. These look like perfect replicas of that art.

**Laurent:** Could these be not forgeries... but the real paintings?

**Raph:** Why are there so many goddamn Lillians in this town?

* **Raph**: Are… are you all here?
* **Marcel:** Yes. Pardon, monsieur.
* **Sedania:** I shouldn’t be here… I should go.
* **Raph**: Where will you go?
* **Sadonia**: I dunno.
* **Laurent:** Will you come back? Should we tell them you're out of the game?
* **Sedania**: I’m sorry, professor, I need to see my dad, I think.
* **Laurent:** Go, and be quick.

* **Laurent:** Madam Dufresne. Your purse?
* **Dufresne:** Yes, my darling?
* **Laurent:** Hand it over.

* **Laurent:** Bijou, how are you feeling?
* **Bijou**: I’m fine? Are you doing okay?
* **Laurent**: Do you remember anything of the past hour?
* **Bijou:** Yes, you told me to be outside and now I am inside.
* **Laurent:** Alright. This is not the case. Everyone inside has been stuck traveling through the same thing again and again.

* **Bijou:** Now there's a splinter in my paw! Somebody broke a crate at the bottom of the stairs!
* **Laurent**: Oh, I’m sorry! I’ll be there soon.
* **Bijou:** It really hurts! Every time I walk it goes deeper!
* **Laurent:** Well then stop walking! Hold your horses!

* **Raph:** Marcel, you have this room covered?
* **Marcel: I**t’s caught underneath the stare of my vice-like grip.

* **Lazlo:** Your father was a man of discerning taste.
* **Adelaide:** This is very true.
* **Lazlo:** He had a real eye for art. Art and artifacts. Some things from places beyond. Not regularly distributed through this city.
* **Adelaide:** Where did he acquire these? Why are you collecting them? Who would be the wrong hands?
* **Lazlo:** All of these items are quite useful to those affiliated in my organization. As I say, I am not from here. I just set up shop here.
* **Adelaide:** Why is it that you might not be the one with the wrong hands? Are you so good that you can not misuse these artifacts?
* **Lazlo**: No one man can hold onto these items, any more than a single feather could keep a raven aloft.

* **Lazlo:** The perfect sanctuary so that none could look upon his collection. None but him and his family.
* **Adelaide:** That’s why he built the vault.

* **Lazlo:** Your mother had different things to say on the subject.
* **Adelaide:** What did she say?
* **Lazlo:** If he wouldn’t part with it, maybe she would.
* **Adelaide:** So, you secretly met with my mother to relieve my father of his artifacts?
* **Lazlo:** That’s right.
* **Adelaide:** Did you meet with her often or just the one time?
* **Lazlo:** Often, this was a powerful collection. If there was just a single piece, maybe I could make a deal. Your mother wanted to curry more than just gold.

**Adelaide:** He thought something nefarious was happening and it was, but not what he thought it was.

* **Lazlo:** Did I put the drink in his hand? Did I challenge him to a duel? Did I force him to commit a faux pas?
* **Adelaide:** If you know what happened to him, please tell me.
* **Lazlo:** I wish I did. He disappeared not long after that incident.

**Adelaide:** He wouldn’t just leave. He wouldn’t just leave because of a failed duel. There must be something else going…

* **Raph:** I wonder if they pulled the proper permits for this party. It’s a major offense if not.
* **Laurent:** They must! They have Madame Dufresne here!

* **Bijou:** Hmm, that’s better. I didn’t wanna go pussyfooting around.
* **Laurent:** Now's not the time for puns Bijou.
* **Bijou**: It’s effortless.

* **Laurent:** In Dementlieu we have photographs, but I have never seen one of this quality. These appear to be depictions of a masked figure. Do you know this one?
* **Raph**: ….I can’t say that I have. Strange. Why would someone have photographs of this figure?
* **Laurent:** Could they be one of us? The host? Some fascination of our host?
* **Raph**: All I know is if anyone were to be here who was the subject of these photographs, I would consider them dangerous.

**Laurent:** Good work inspector. Keep it up.

* **Laurent**: Inspector, I must come clean. This date coincides with the happenings of this photograph.
* **Raph:** I see?
* **Laurent**: I do not know its meaning, but I do suspect this is why I was invited to this event.
* **Raph:** What happened on this day?
* **Laurent:** I offered the man his life back for his gold tooth. Dementlieu is a hard world to live in.
* **Raph:** Who was this man?
* **Laurent:** Another professor from the university who gave a scathing review to one of his students. ‘Whatever is happening is either an act of revenge or a test of will. Perhaps it is both.

**Laurent:** This is not good blackmail material on me as it does not show ME. or it is no blackmail and it is something else…

**Raph:** Right there! Aim right there!

**Laurent:** Inspector watch out! Get away from him you automaton!

**Copperheart**: Intruder intruder! Error! Error!

* **Copperheart:** Require assistance. Malfunction imminent, imminent, imminent.
* **Laurent:** You are already malfunctioning, butler!

* **Sedania:** Look at that…
* **Adelaide:** Look at what?
* **Iain:** You look up and, as you do, just like Muriel Dimonte. There is a flicker at that constellation. When the Professor looked up, she wasn’t able to see anything. … The circle is an eye and it is looking down at you and you are looking up at it. Beautiful star…
* **Iain:** … Lazlo doesn’t matter. That thing up there, the more of it is up there, the better it is. And the good thing is that you have more of it.

* **Adelaide:** …the journal…
* **Inspector:** I cannot see anything, come on lady.

**Laurent:** \*Inspector, now may not be the time for humor, but would you like to do something funny with me?\* \*turns into Lazlo too after Raph does the same\*

* **Raph:** OutSTANDing!
* **Laurent:** Yes eet iz!
* **Raph**: It’s more like this “We’re in a hidden BASEMENT!”
* **Laurent**: Let me try! “We arg een a ‘idden Bazmont!”.... I need to lose the accent…

* **Raph:** Lazlo had a key when he came in, right?
* **Laurent:** Yes. well we don't have that, but we have this! \*Pulls out scroll of disintegrate\*
* **Raph:** Huh…well that’s one way I suppose…

* **Laurent**: Inspector, are you there?
* **Raph:** Yes…yes…this thing has to be destroyed.
* **Laurent:** WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THE INSPECTOR?! WHERE IS HIS SOUL?!
* **Raph:** I’m here! I told you!

**Laurent:** But there is nothing in your head!

**Laurent:** We don’t have time for the Lazlo shot! Let’s get out of here!

**Lady Ferra:** If the device is still in the house, is that the way forward? Is that the way to get back Tobias? Is that the way to turn back time… or bring him out of time itself?

* **Lady Ferra:** To be honest, Adelaide, I haven’t taken much stock in the heavens for a long time. The whole ‘it is written in the stars’ is not my vibe.
* **Adelaide:** I think we need to go back and find it. Maybe find it before Lazlo does…
* **Lady Ferra:** …Time may be on our side in this?
* **Adelaide:** I don’t know, things are different this time. We’ve already gone through this once and things have changed.

* **Adelaide:** I know it isn’t my house anymore but, is there anything in the vault still? What’s in there now?
* **Lady Ferra:** …The vault, it reminds me too much of Tobias. There could be things in there left over, but -to be honest- I don’t think there is anything left…

* **Lady Ferra:** I don’t hold it against you for your trickery into getting into this gala. A young girl has gotta do what she needs to.
* **Adelaide:** Thank you, that is a relief. I was just hoping to find someone to help me schmooze and make my way back up to the top.… Now status is the furthest thing from my mind.
* **Lady Ferra:** Contrary to popular belief, I was young once. It is good to have adventures and stories to tell.

   **Raph:** I don’t think this is a fight we can win! I say we get out of here and burn this place to the ground!

* **Raph:** Up the stairs! Watch for the trap, yeah?
* **Lauren**t: Oui.

   **Laurent:** SHIT!!!

   **Raph:** Bad boy! Stay!

* **Adelaide:** Lady Catherine, do you know this doorman?
* **Lady Ferra:** I believe I do [tearing up].
* **Lady Ferra’s Thoughts:** You’re alive. I found you. We can piece it together. I’ve changed, you’ve changed. We can make it better.
* **Adelaide:** I think this is your husband, am I right?
* **Lady Ferra**: I do believe so.

**Adelaide:** He says that only “she can help.” I assume that means you.

**Lady Ferra**: Then there isn’t a moment to lose. Forgive me. [rubs tears from face].

**Lady Ferra:** Tobias, stay here. We’ll get things sorted out inside. And then maybe we can be together again. At your post then.

* **Raph:** fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckFUUUCK!    …There’s a dragon downstairs made up of the robots, time to go! Oh! I should change out of this [removes Lazlo disguise].
* **Adelaide:** Raph? I was about to slap you!

**Catherine:** This is a large problem. We may need to reduce this down to size.

**Marcel:** It’s you and me!

* **Raph (as Lazlo): I**f this doesn’t work, we may need to kill you to reset the time loop… [turns back into Lazlo].
* **Lazlo:** This is a lot for me to take in right now.

**Adelaide:** Over here, Dragon! Lazlo’s over here!

**Catherine**: Where’s the device?

**Raph:** The basement! Is in the Basement!

* **Lazlo:** Are you my savior in these troubled times?
* **Raph** (as Lazlo): My dear boy, I AM you.
* **Lazlo:** Quite a handsome man.
* **Raph (as Lazlo):** I say so. This would be quite a menagerie if we didn’t have such troubled times!
* **Lazlo:** Do I really sound like that?
* **Raph (as Lazlo):** Of course you do! I’ve studied you for years!

**Adelaide:** LAZLO, STOP TRYING TO KILL LAZLO! Um… Hey, Perfumes! We have to play Elegant perfumes!

**Lady Catherine:** I’ll see you in the next loop.