This is for "Live" RP that happens outside of letters written. Currently it is limited to characters in Alycone or Tarn.
This message was last updated by the GM at 00:13, Wed 20 May 2020.

The door man nods to you and opens the door to the lobby of Hôtel de Goût Exquis. Inside it is the peak of modern Alycone opulence with floor to ceiling white marble, golden column pillars, crystal chandeliers and velvet upholstered divans. A handful of well dressed patrons sip coffee or wine, conversing quietly.

When you approach the concierge desk he stands up and bows. "Inspector Troisseau? We have been given instructions from Madamoiselle Penelope to escort you to her suite." He rings a bell on his desk and porter approaches. "Phillip will show you to the Temple Royal suite."

You follow the young man to the elevator, and he presses the button for the top floor. When the lift arrives and opens, the hallway stretches to both directions. There appears to only be two doors on this floor. Phillip turns to the left and escorts you to a large pair of double doors that read "Temple Royal." The porter steps to the side to allow you to pass. "Temple Royal, Inspector..."
This message was last edited by the GM at 16:21, Mon 08 June 2020.

In reply to GM Slogworx (msg # 2):

🕵️‍♂️ Tips the doorman and walks in to the suite

You barely hear the porter thank you for your generosity before a throaty, feminine "Entrer!" seizes your attention. You reach out for the doors, but they swing open before you touch them:

The suite is themed to look very much like an ancient temple made of rough stone, lit with fiery sconces. A woman stands near what appears to be an altar, but it has been used as a standing table and is covered with plates that have not yet been cleared from breakfast. Her back is to you, but she is fully nude. Her long, curly auburn hair drapes elegantly around her shoulders. She seems to pull a black silk robe from the shadows and throw it around her bare shoulders. She closes and ties off the belt, and turns to you. Her piercing green eyes lock with yours.

"Inspector Troisseau!" She glides towards the inspector, her ample cleavage adorned with a familiar-looking lioness emblem. She smells like a fresh rain and fully bloomed roses with a hint of sandalwood.

In your peripheral vision you see something in the shadows stir and approach. A lioness appears, looks to you, stretches and audibly yawns before joining the woman's side.

You can only assume this woman is Pandrosus Penelope. She presses her damp, painted lips against each of Troisseau's cheeks in greeting and whispers: "So wonderful to finally meet you, my love!" She slides her hands down his arms, searching for his hands to hold each of them in her own. "Terzo has told me so much about you! I'm excited to work with you!"
This message was last edited by the player at 17:21, Thu 11 June 2020.

In reply to Pandrosus Penelope (msg # 4):

A beat after the doors swing open grandly, 🕵️‍♂️ takes a few steps in.  The bellman enters behind him pulling a luggage cart for the inspector.
🕵️‍♂️ hands him a heavy silver coin and sends him away. He is dressed in red patent boots, light trousers, a white button down shirt with a burgundy vest and burgundy fedora adorned with feathers. He does not look out of place in such a grand establishment. A study of his physical and facial features are very precise to suggesting a person from Alcyone. His manner of dress and physical affections however, are more befitting to an eccentric artist than a detective.

🕵️‍♂️ makes sure to show no sign of being surprised or caught off guard by Pandrosus’s state of undress, as she clearly bade him entrar. He doesn’t meet her eye however. His eye does take notice of the panther emblem. He takes in her green eyes but does not linger. His periphery has caught his attention and he is unable to continue the steely nonchalance at the sight of such a large cat so close to him- this momentary off guard feeling has shown across the face of the inspector as though he has just been flattered. As the lioness  joins by his mistresses side, Troisseau looks at her with a great deal of sadness and grief.Troisseau participates in Pandrosus’s familiarity with the grace of a dance partner. He feels her warmth from her chest and smiles brightly Mademoiselle Pandora! You’re timing is as inspired as your gifts! If you would like, I can give you a briefing while you get ready. I am here to bring you and Terzo up to speed with our crisis, and learn how I can assist my Masterful heroic guests from Tarn!

"Certainly. I have many questions," she says, stepping back and releasing his hands. "Terzo will be with us shortly." She gestures towards the altar with her hand. "Please, help yourself to brunch and tell me how you have been these past few days. You look as if you are not taking care of yourself, my love." She clucks with disapproval, and moves back to the altar to fill a chalice with orange juice and Champaign before handing it to Troisseau.

The lioness sniffs the air. Seeing he does not pose a threat to her mistress, she stretches out on the floor and rests her head on her paws, watching with passing interest.

"Terzo, of course, believes that I demand all of this..." She gestures to the extravagant suite around them. "...For the sake of my own vanity. But when the body is free of all need, that is when the mind is most free to do it's work. Don't you think that makes sense?"
This message was last edited by the player at 17:30, Wed 10 June 2020.

Troisseau winces at the flute of liquid- neither the citrus nor the champagne seem bodily sound as what he would drink were he to be taking care of himself. He pulls from his vest a green juice. "Oh Madame Penelope; if I take care of one thing; it is my digestive system. This is a recipe that Ive discovered from the good wisdom of my dear friend Terzo. I'm admittedly in one of the most perilous moments of my entire life, but my gut is one place I am not in anguish. Smiles and chugs at something that looks appallingly unlike anything JKT would imbibe and endorse. He spoons together a plate of fruits and melons, some croissants. Grabs, 4 small containers of a rum-liquiere sauce, two containers of butter and drenches and dresses his petit dejuener to his desired richeness. He nibbles and presents with an urbane presence. He will be finished soon and then transition instantly into the somber Chief Inspector. For now, he eats buttery bread and fruits drenched in sweet sauce. He has one more playful pass to make at his new associate. "Mon grand ingenue jolie! It is as if you have take one look at my face and decided then that I am unwell and perhaps not sound in mind. Why, as I recall, I wrote to you by my own hand before you'd ever laid eyes on me admitting as such. You cluck cluck as though Ive taken to a vice such as gambling. I ran without reservation directly onto the back of an eikon, and I believed I was inspired in doing so! Is this the sort of defect you tsk tsk because I am seriously concerned that I may not survive the coming weeks!" His hands cover his eyes and he is clearly crying. "I am not taking care of myself at all, Pandrosus. I'm surviving with the favor of my 3 tipped lord, (looks child-like and tender into her eyes) and dear friends who have come to me in a moment I have called out." JKT regains his composure and lectures himself on how delightfully charming and playful that came out.

 Mme. Pandrosus. I have briefs for you to review. Here is a cursory overview of Alycone culture and social norms. We love a heroine I assure you, and welcome outsiders of great merit. It will help you greatly to be mindful of her people's favor when speaking in public. A little sip of this will go far I assure you. You will find a description of a junior agent that I have assigned as your valet la main. Your hand, if you will. Her name is Agatha D'Pleine. She's bright, energetic, will assist you navigating the city and culture, and will gladly assist you as you need. I selected her because I sensed yours is a joye de vivre that cannot be contained. You're tongue is as free as your heart and no imposition or ambition can counter this. Agatha is one whom is excelled in her ability to silently navigate and manipulate a room while always appearing the most inoffensive and sparsely memorable personalities. Terzo has been assigned an Aide de Main that I selected to suit his needs and personal traits. I trust she will be a valuable assistance to your work in Alycone, Mme. This page is a memo the movement and activities of the Eikon over the past 72 hours. From here, we will meet at the DDOS headquarters. I will be able to provide the two of you with more specificity and candor as to what we are dealing with. I will also be briefing the team as to those parties who lent their magics to this creation. There is a highly sensitive dossier there which Agatha will hold with her always should you need to review. The destruction of the Eikons is seen and felt by all, but the mess and discord that has been wrought invisibly here is equally concerning I believe."

Troisseau exhales. He grabs one more croissant, butters it and stuffs it into his mouth. He looks over at Sage and bows his head, concentrating his mind with his admiration for her power and grace. "Now mon femme inspiree, regarding your opulent surroundings. They rather appear a fitting setting for which someone such as you can feel most natural. Myself, I run the requisite of being able to work competently in just about any possible setting I find myself in- but do I appear a man who can draw inspiration crammed into a barracks? Spending days staring ahead inside a charrabanc carriage? Were Terzo in possession of the magical abilities, I'm sure he'd transform himself into a tortoise and spend his life in a tranquil garden. Such a lovely man, I would visit this little turtle- and return to the crown jewel of Alycone luxury, this very suite you have commandeered. I believe I was a guest here eleven years ago. It has been renovated drastically, but let Terzo discover the private herbal/menthyl steam showers and baths offered only in your suite. If he does not emerge just glowing and traipsing about as a young maiden struck with amour, then I will buy you a mink stole that sweeps the ground." He smiles and stares ahead; clearly unfocused on the turmoil he was just moments ago gripped with. "Mme I believe Terzo has discovered the ornate sculpture gardens on site. There is no other rationale for him not having joined us by now. I would like to greet my friend, would you join me, or shall you join us later?"

Pandrosus parted her lips as if to interrupt the inspector snapping back at her, but seemed to forget what she wished to say at his sudden outburst of emotion and torment. She simply stood there, her expression nonplussed, holding the mimosa in her hand with eyes fixed on the man.
This message was last edited by the player at 13:24, Thu 11 June 2020.