CHARP LOGS The Lies That Bind (Charp Series Logs)

Zarko Straadi

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Posting Speed
  1. 1-3 posts per day
Writing Levels
  1. Adaptable
Preferred Character Gender
  1. Female
Genres
Sci-fi, fantasy, magical, modern, Steampunk

  • @Diana:
    WELCOME TO THE LIES THAT BIND!


    Today at 10:31 AM


  • @Diana:



    [H3] OFFICIAL EVENT - CHARP! The Lies That Bind - September Thursday 9th @ 12 Noon to 3PM Central [/H3]

    THE LIES THAT BIND THURSDAY SEPTEMBER 9TH @ 12PM - 3PM CENTRAL TIME Emerson, Pennsylvania is a fast growing city; home to several wealthy families, established businesses and of course the occasional nutcase. It's a city like any other, but when skeletons come out - everyone has their story...


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    Today at 10:31 AM


  • @Diana:
    This is a modern "soap opera" style setting. We begin at the end of the funeral of a man all characters are connected to in some way. What secrets will we find out? What drama might happen?


    Today at 10:32 AM


  • @Diana:
    TYPE FAST AND KEEP IT BRIEF! We're paying in real time, so if you take too long you might miss out on the action. If you write too much, people miss details! Stick to 10 sentences or less.


    Today at 10:33 AM


  • @Diana:
    Put your character's name in the first sentence of each post so we know who is playing who. You can also make use of color bbcode to help differentiate your posts from others!


    Today at 10:33 AM


  • @Diana:
    Game Master posts appear in this bright bold yellow, so pay attention to those! They're giving you hints and directions for what to do next.


    Today at 10:34 AM


  • @Diana:
    My roleplays are always NEWBIE FRIENDLY! Don't worry about making mistakes or getting confused -- I am always in the main chat room to help answer questions or turn you in the right direction.


    Today at 10:34 AM


  • @Diana:
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    Today at 10:34 AM

  • @Diana:
    The weather was a grim fog of grey; a suitable atmosphere for the funeral of Jeremiah Douglas. There wasn't a person in town that didn't know the man in one fashion or another. His reputation had been churning in the rumor mills for decades. The man's death had come as a huge shock to everyone -- and the circumstances were still under investigation. Once the speeches wrapped up and the casket lowered, people started making their way out of the cemetery back towards their parked cars. Few remained to pay their last respects as rain threatened to start pouring at any moment.


    Today at 10:52 AM

  • @Zarko Straadi:
    Sofia turned the Starship around, careful to avoid wrecking the grass, and started to wheel toward Father's limousine, lost in thought. Death. Mr. Douglas had visited the Family house on several occasions, but Sofia couldn't say she knew him well. A week and a half ago, she'd seen him, a living, animated, conscious being. Now...his physicality at least, was reduced to an inanimate thing being lowered into the ground never to be seen again, except perhaps by archaeologists someday. Everyone else, it seemed, did know him well. During the sermon, she'd looked around a bit, noticing subtexts and nuances of expression and interaction among the others that were like a foreign language. "Sofia!" Olivia hissed under her breath, "Don't be in such a hurry!" Pulled from her thoughts, she noticed that the others seemed inclined to mingle, despite the looming threat of rain.


    Today at 11:10 AM

  • @Diana:
    As soon as Sofia was alone (in at least that her family was consumed with interacting with other mourners) a tall figure in a hoodie, smelling heavily of cigarette smoke knelt down to her wheelchair. "I need you to give a message to Danae," he grumbled out as softly as he could. With the hood over his head, it was clear that he didn't want anyone to recognize who he was.


    Today at 11:17 AM

  • @Zarko Straadi:
    Danae rolled her eyes at her sister's usual cluelessness, but kept her mouth shut. Connor tugged at her hand, which held his, hoping to pull free so he could round up some of the other kids close to his age and get some play going now that the boring grownup stuff was over. "Stay with mommy, dear," she said. "Who's that?" Danae asked, noticing the hooded figure crouched next to Sofia's wheelchair. Quinn and Olivia glanced over, noting the suspicious individual, but could not recognize him with his face shrouded. "Who wears a hoodie to a funeral?" Danae said with a hint of sneer in her voice.


    Today at 11:20 AM

  • @Zarko Straadi:
    Sofia coughed softly in reaction to the unexpected smell. "Sorry," she said. "Deliver a message? Like a spy?" she said. Out of curiosity, she tried to lower her head to see under his hood.


    Today at 11:24 AM

  • @Diana:
    All Sofia could really see was the shadow a scruffy face and a bit of a frown before he turned his head. "Yeah, sure. Like a spy. Tell he knows what she did. She'll know what that means."


    Today at 11:27 AM

  • @Zarko Straadi:
    "Do you...want something from her?" Sofia asked. The message sounded ominous. "Oh--and, who's 'he?' If I say 'He knows what you did' she might think 'he' is you, which would be inaccurate unless 'he' is you. And what do I do if she doesn't know what you mean?"


    58 minutes ago

  • @Diana:
    He certainly wasn't prepared for this sort of questioning because he'd forgotten he was trying to keep a low profile and had turned to give her an incredulous stare. Now Sofia could see he was a young man, probably about the same age as Danae, but really didn't seem like the type that'd be her friend or run around in her usual social circles. He wasn't particularly handsome either, and his nose looked like it had been broken once or twice. "Just give her the message, alright? Spies don't need details."


    54 minutes ago

  • @Zarko Straadi:
    Sofia gave him a quizzical look. "I am not able to generate a plausible mental model for the context of this situation. ...If she did something to hurt you, I'm sorry. I'll deliver your message," she said, then started to turn away. "Oh, uh--if you knew Mr. Douglas well, my condolences," she said, then rolled over to rejoin her family. "What was that about?" Danae asked. "Got a boyfriend?" "Wha? No. He wanted me to tell you, 'He knows what you did.'"


    40 minutes ago

  • @Zarko Straadi:
    Danae's eyes flashed angrily at her sister. Did you have to say that right in front of Mom and Dad?! "Someone you know?" Quinn asked. Danae huffed. "No, just some creeper weirdo trying to start sh--stuff at a funeral, maybe he wants to film our reactions and put it on TikTok or something, I dunno," she said, casting a glance toward where she'd last seen Hoodie Man.


    37 minutes ago

  • @Diana:
    Hoodie man hadn't left yet. In fact as predicted he was close enough nearby to get a good look at Danae's response. He himself lifted a hand and flipped her the middle finger. Something was definitely up with that!


    34 minutes ago

  • @Diana:
    "I can't believe the man is dead," exclaimed a woman nearby. She was in one of Quinn's social clubs, but not a friend of the family. "I didn't even know he was a therapist. Imagine all the secrets he's died with." commented the lady she was speaking to. They both softly laughed - but discreetly. It was a funeral after all. "The police are still investigating. You know that means they suspect murder? Half of the people here must be his clients, do you think?"


    30 minutes ago

  • @Zarko Straadi:
    Danae hiked her chin and turned away, signaling that she had far too much class to flip someone the bird in public, and at a funeral no less! "Dear, is this something we ought to have the police look into?" Quinn said. Danae shook her head. "He's probably just some loser I wouldn't go out with," she said. "Hmm. Well, if he becomes a problem," Quinn said, "let me know and I'll have him dealt with. One can never be too careful." He turned to look the young man over.


    23 minutes ago

  • @Zarko Straadi:
    Murder? Sofia thought. And he was a therapist? Was Mother planning on having him...for me? she wondered. There had been talk between Mother and Father about having her see a therapist on account of...well, Sofia wasn't precisely sure, but probably something to do with the fact that she wasn't good at people. But Mother had leaned against the idea, concerned that if word got out it would...cause people-problems of some sort or other that Sofia couldn't suss out from half-overheard conversations. Sofia had been relieved at the time, but if Mother had been consulting with Mr. Douglas about therapy, it meant she was still at risk of facing assessment for failure to be normal. A mix of relief and guilt hit her. She wouldn't be having her mind dissected by Mr. Douglas either, not now.

  • TO BE CONTINUED....


  • Diana:
    WELCOME TO THE LIES THAT BIND!


    Today at 12:34 PM



  • Diana:
    This is a modern "soap opera" style setting. We begin at the wake after a funeral of a man all characters are connected to in some way. What secrets will we find out? What drama might happen?


    Today at 12:34 PM


  • Diana:
    TYPE FAST AND KEEP IT BRIEF! We're paying in real time, so if you take too long you might miss out on the action. If you write too much, people miss details! Stick to 10 sentences or less.


    Today at 12:35 PM


  • Diana:
    Put your character's name in the first sentence of each post so we know who is playing who. You can also make use of color bbcode to help differentiate your posts from others!


    Today at 12:35 PM


  • Diana:
    Game Master posts appear in this bright bold yellow, so pay attention to those! They're giving you hints and directions for what to do next.


    Today at 12:35 PM


  • Diana:
    My roleplays are always NEWBIE FRIENDLY! Don't worry about making mistakes or getting confused -- I am always in the main chat room to help answer questions or turn you in the right direction.


    Today at 12:35 PM


  • Diana:
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    Today at 12:36 PM

  • Diana:
    Jeremiah's funeral went without incident, though there were so many strange faces there. Who knew the man knew so many people! Now all of the guests were at the wake - situated at Jeremiah's townhouse home in the city. There was a buffet with food and drinks. People mingled wearing their finest black attire to share there bereavement and passing of the man... Strange though that an investigative office also seemed to be mingling at the event.


    Today at 12:56 PM

  • Zarko Straadi:
    Olivia and Quinn made the rounds among the important guests, Olivia exuding the air of a gracious, consoling friend while Quinn remained stoic, the pillar of strength. Danae had her hands full trying to keep a rein on Connor (who just wanted to be free from all the boring grownup stuff so he could go play), while subtly jockeying for position with the few other college-age people there, and keeping a wary eye out just in case that loser in the hoodie should happen to turn up. Sofia moved to the edge of the crowd. She didn't really know any of the adults, and the younger people--especially the ones her own age whom she did know--were best avoided. She wrestled with temptation to get out her tablet and read an e-book or maybe tinker with some of her designs in progress. But...this was a wake, and there were probably people here who cared for Mr. Douglas, so it would be rude to be fiddling with a device, even if there were a few other people with phones out. So when her mind wasn't wandering through various daydreams, she tried to unravel the mystery of Hoodie Guy, or the other potential mystery suggested by some of the snippets of conversation she'd heard that raised the possibility that Mr. Douglas had been murdered.


    Today at 1:26 PM

  • Diana:
    "Psssst." came a strange whisper from underneath a coffee table Sofia sat near. There was a rustling of the tablecloth, but otherwise no one else seemed to be around. "Psst, psst. Can you hear me?" It asked again, sounding like a young woman close to Sofia's age or younger. ...or hopefully. Who would even want to be under a table?


    Today at 1:30 PM

  • Zarko Straadi:
    Sofia looked around for the source of the voice. No one nearby who seemed a likely candidate, but she saw a hint of movement from the tablecloth. I am noticing confusion. More Spy vs. Spy stuff? she thought, starting to roll over closer to the table. Or could it be someone who wants to pull a prank on me? she thought, stopping in her tracks. Prior probabilities? After a moment of consideration... My background knowledge contains insufficient data to estimate the statistical likelihood of pranks at wakes. If this was Winslow Prep, my prior would be over 80 percent. It is more probable that the girl under the table would be someone I knew there than a stranger. Prior probability of, maybe 60 percent? Multiply that by the approximate 80 percent prior for a prank...for a 48 percent prior probability that she wants to prank me. So: data. She has given herself an advantage of stealth, so if she wanted to do something like...pour whiskey on me to make me out to be a drunk? Or...I dunno...but if I lifted the tablecloth and made a noise to draw attention, she'd be caught, so should that count as evidence for ~h? Her mental gears seized up, as often happened in cases like this. It was hard to assess numbers for Bayes' Theorem when it came to people, especially mean people, who seemed to be quite inventive when it came to finding ways to hurt and humiliate her.


    Today at 1:56 PM

  • Zarko Straadi:
    But she could also just be...maybe Hoodie Guy's sister, wanting me to pass on another message? Curiosity! Trepidation! FIGHT! As was usually the case for Sofia, Curiosity won, so she cautiously rolled up the rest of the way to the table. Maybe it's not even me she wants to talk to? I should test that hypothesis... "Yes, I can hear you," she whispered.


    Today at 1:58 PM

  • Diana:
    The voice seemed to get frustrated in waiting for a reply. Up went the tablecloth to reveal a girl, dressed in black - though certainly not a formal funeral style - with brown hair and clipped in braids in rainbow colors. She looked relieved when Sofia did finally reply, but she had to drop the table cloth before anyone else did. "Okay cool! Um, you seemed kind of safe to talk to. I have been under here spying forever and I'm starving! Are there any shrimp puffs left?"


    Today at 2:01 PM

  • Zarko Straadi:
    Catching a glimpse of the girl, Sofia felt relief: 1) She didn't know the girl. 2) Her rainbow braids--which Sofie found to be adorable--were not the sort of thing any Winslow Prep girl would be caught dead in. 3) Her clothes did not look ridiculously expensive. Or at least they weren't formal, though that didn't rule out the possibility that they were ridiculously expensive. So all of that had to count as evidence for ~h, the counter-hypothesis to h--that she was there to do something mean. And I've already had one encounter with a 'covert operative' today, so... "I can go see," she whispered. "Is there anything else you'd like? And...maybe I could help you spy...depending on who you're spying on and why?"


    Today at 2:12 PM

  • Diana:
    The girl peeped out from under the clothe again, looking more than excited to reply. "Oh I am spying on everyone." she confessed. "Did you know him? The man that died? He gave a bunch of people at my school tutoring lessons, and they think he was murdered. ...is it true? Do you know?"


    Today at 2:18 PM

  • Zarko Straadi:
    "So...he was also a tutor?" Sofia replied, keeping her voice low. The other girl's spycraft was...maybe not the best? But why not play along? It beat the heck out of being bored to death. "I didn't know him very well. I thought he was just a therapist. I don't have enough data to assess the probability of a murder hypothesis. I don't even know the cause of death. Were you one of his students? Oh--I'm Sofia."


    Today at 2:24 PM

  • Diana:
    "I'm Violet! Oop," she vanished back under the table when someone approached too close. Her voice went back down to a conspiratorial whisper. "I wasn't myself, but I know a bunch of kids that did. Good kids, y'know? After though, they were just kind of... weird. Not right. But no one wants to talk about it. There's totally something super weird about it, and I have to find out what it is. Like one of those active investigative reporters, you know? I have a blog!"


    Today at 2:28 PM

  • Zarko Straadi:
    "Violet Oop?" That seemed to be an unusual name, but then 'Sofia Sevin' was in the same category, if she was to be fair. "I did overhear one of the women at the funeral propose the hypothesis that he could have been murdered, and she asserted that approximately fifty percent of the people at the funeral would have been his clients. She said the police were still investigating, and took that as evidence that they suspected murder. But I don't know her, or what sources she was getting her information from, so I can't offer any assessments of evidentiary validity that would be useful in Bayesian terms. Do you think...he did something to the students? What's your blog called?" she said, turning around to reach into the satchel mounted on the back of the Starship to retrieve her tablet.


    Today at 2:41 PM

  • Diana:
    "Oh wow, you are like super indepth with details aren't you," she remarked with some surprise. Once she was certain no one was looking their way anymore, she peered out again. "My blog is called Emerson Underground and I like to write about real stuff happening here in town. Interesting real stuff. I'm not sure what's going on yet, but I definitely want to find out. Do you like mysteries too?"


    Today at 2:45 PM

  • Zarko Straadi:
    "That's a great name," Sofia said as she woke her tablet and entered it into Google. "I do like mysteries--but I'm better suited to the scientific and mystical sort. Maths and empirical data don't lie and they're never cruel, and while direct inner experience has its epistemic limits, it's not deliberately deceptive unless experiences of potentially conscious entities are involved. But...I still think I relate better to Machine Elves than people, especially the sort of people who might kill somebody...so...I don't evaluate myself as especially good at the sort of mystery that involves detectives and suspects."


    Today at 3:00 PM

  • Diana:
    "Oh you would be so surprised at how important math and science and statistics are in a good investigation!" she exclaimed with excitement, seeming to forget she was supposed to be out of sight. "You've heard about forensic science, right? And accounting science! If you want a good investigation you have to have a whole team of people with different skills to really get to the absolute truly." Violet nodded seriously.


    Today at 3:04 PM

  • Zarko Straadi:
    "Who are you talking to?" Danae said. Connor had pulled her over, and was now trying to reach for the tablecloth and pull it up. "If it's that freak in the hoodie, I swear to God..."


    54 minutes ago

  • Zarko Straadi:
    "It's not," Sofia said. "Her name is..." Sofia scrambled for an alias, until Ada Lovelace, the world's first computer programmer (she developed programs for Charles Babbage's early mechanical computer) came to mind. "...Ada, and she...lost an earring under the table?"


    51 minutes ago

  • Diana:
    "oop..." Violet backed out from under the table and stayed crouched behind it, at least until Sofia offered the perfect excuse. Violet popped up to her feet, holding one of her dangling Dorito earrings. Again not quite funeral approved attired... but she was a teen, what could anyone expect? "I - yeah. I found it it! Thanks Sofia." Now that she was out from under the table, though... Violet squinted at Danae. "...you look familiar."


    49 minutes ago

  • Zarko Straadi:
    Danae gave her a cross look; Sofia was complete rubbish at lying. "Listen, you creep," she said to the table, "you had your fun flipping me off at the funeral, so why don't you just fuck--oh my God," she said as the girl emerged with the earring. "You don't know me, because I don't hang out with circus people. Come on, Connor," she said, starting to pull her son away as he giggled at the girl with the rainbow braids. "You too, Sofie."


    44 minutes ago

  • Zarko Straadi:
    "Wait--you're in a circus?" Sofia said to Violet. That had to be low-probability, didn't it? And Danae claiming not to know her, but somehow knowing her profession--ooooooohhh. "It's alright, Danae. As long as you're not seen with us, you'll be fine," she said, making no move to follow.


    42 minutes ago

  • Diana:
    Violet wrinkled up her nose at Danae, but didn't bother to respond to the insult. "I hope we can talk again, Sofia! You know where to find me now. I'd love to hear from you and talk about stuff." She waved quickly, making her exit across the room before Danae got any ideas to drag Sofia away or spit out more insults.


    40 minutes ago

  • Diana:
    Strange then that when Violet weaved her way across the room without worry of who saw her anymore, the one she did stop by had a very familiar face to Sofia. Though now he was dressed in appropriate attire for a wake in a black vest over a white shirt and slacks, his dark hair and his eyes were that of the hoodie guy she'd spoken to earlier. Whether Danae would recognize him was another thing altogether.


    38 minutes ago

  • Zarko Straadi:
    "Oh--wait--" Sofia said, but if the girl wanted to get away from her, she didn't want to chase her down. Except, she said she wanted to talk some more...but did she really? There were the mean people, but then there were the people who tried to be nice about not wanting to be seen with her. In a way, they were almost worse than the mean ones, because more often than not Sofia would fail to get the hint until after their friends savaged them and forced them to be more blunt about it, leaving Sofia feeling guilty about causing their humiliation. "I'll just...stay here," she said, following neither Danae nor Violet. She turned her attention to the tablet to have a look at Emerson Underground, so as not to draw Danae's eyes toward Hoodie Guy and cause a scene.


    29 minutes ago

  • Diana:
    As Violet browsed the site she got a quick overview of the types of stories featured on the blog. Most seemed to be adjacent to one of the public High Schools, though there were a few interesting stories about the downtown business, and even some gossip column styled pieces. In most cases, they all seemed to be timed to crime in the area. On the About page Sofia found Violet's picture and a small bio. Her name was Violet Stilwell, 16, and she loved murder mysterious and cats. Even more shocking was the bio next to hers. Duncan Stilwell, 24, editor and graphics designer. Addicted to podcasts.


    24 minutes ago

  • Zarko Straadi:
    She's his sister? Sofia thought. If he hates Danae, does that mean she hates me? Or that she's trying to use me somehow on his behalf? Sofia thought, feeling disappointment wash over her. While she could have enjoyed joining Violet in a quest to solve the 'murder mystery,' the gossip angle of Emerson Underground gave her pause. Being attacked on social media was the worst. Danae gave a huff, following the departure of Weirdo Girl with her eyes--then her expression turned cold. She turned back and tugged Connor over to Sofia. "You realize those two aren't your friends, and don't want to be, right?" "What is it with you and that guy?" Sofia asked. "It's nothing. Just stay away from them, alright? They just want to use you."


    7 minutes ago

  • Diana:
    What is hoodie guy's - Duncan Stilwell's - connection to Danae? Is Violet a new friend or a conniving foe? What does all of this have to do with Jeremiah Douglas? FIND OUT NEXT TIME AS THE SANDS WEAVE THROUGH THE HOUR GLASS IN.... THE LIES THAT BIND.
 
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