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Mar. 20th, 2009
Diamonds, Clubs, and Spades.
Mar. 20th, 2009 07:50 pmHere's the basic info sheet for the LARP.
DIAMONDS, CLUBS, AND SPADES
Evening, ladies and gents. Welcome to Chicago. My name’s Chuckles Cavanaugh, retired shyster and executor of Diamond Jim Colosimo’s estate. This club? I inherited it from Jim. My sizeable associate in the corner, with the prominently displayed blackjack? That’s Knuckles Davenport. He’ll be your waiter this evening.
I think we all know why we’re here. Jim’s dead. I saw a lot of you at his funeral. They still don’t have any leads on who killed him, but that’s beside the point – Hell, for all I know it was one of you. I’m more concerned with the fact that we still don’t know who broke into my office and mislabeled the shipment of his bequests – Diamond Jim’s diamonds. He wanted them sent out to everyone he’d done good business with. I guess that means some introductions are in order. Mister Hymie Weiss and his associates are here representing the North Side Mob; Mister Alphonse Capone and his associates will be representing the South Side Mob. The rest of you, I gather, were privy to another branch of Jim’s business interests – the antiquities trade, or something like it? Jim acquired a lot of unique merchandise. I understand that Mister Redford’s little club or secret society – the Incarnadine Order? – doesn’t tend to get along with you Family types, you Ritters and Tartinis and such – are you here as one group or several? – but in any case, we’re all civilized businesspeople here, aren’t we, able to co-operate in everybody’s best interests to get this mess all sorted out?
It’s business that brings us here. Now that Diamond Jim is dead and gone, who fills his shoes? Are we going to be going into the bootlegging dodge, or staying out of it like Jim wanted? Who’s going to sort out this mess with the diamonds? Who’s going to take over his rare items business as an impartial middleman? Are we going to hold onto old grudges, or let them go?
So come on in, have a drink, and see what kind of hand of cards this evening is going to deal you.
The diamonds are Jim’s legacy. The clubs are where the action’s at, these days. The spades, we need to hide the bodies.
What’s that you say? Hearts?
Go fish.
DIAMONDS, CLUBS, AND SPADES
Evening, ladies and gents. Welcome to Chicago. My name’s Chuckles Cavanaugh, retired shyster and executor of Diamond Jim Colosimo’s estate. This club? I inherited it from Jim. My sizeable associate in the corner, with the prominently displayed blackjack? That’s Knuckles Davenport. He’ll be your waiter this evening.
I think we all know why we’re here. Jim’s dead. I saw a lot of you at his funeral. They still don’t have any leads on who killed him, but that’s beside the point – Hell, for all I know it was one of you. I’m more concerned with the fact that we still don’t know who broke into my office and mislabeled the shipment of his bequests – Diamond Jim’s diamonds. He wanted them sent out to everyone he’d done good business with. I guess that means some introductions are in order. Mister Hymie Weiss and his associates are here representing the North Side Mob; Mister Alphonse Capone and his associates will be representing the South Side Mob. The rest of you, I gather, were privy to another branch of Jim’s business interests – the antiquities trade, or something like it? Jim acquired a lot of unique merchandise. I understand that Mister Redford’s little club or secret society – the Incarnadine Order? – doesn’t tend to get along with you Family types, you Ritters and Tartinis and such – are you here as one group or several? – but in any case, we’re all civilized businesspeople here, aren’t we, able to co-operate in everybody’s best interests to get this mess all sorted out?
It’s business that brings us here. Now that Diamond Jim is dead and gone, who fills his shoes? Are we going to be going into the bootlegging dodge, or staying out of it like Jim wanted? Who’s going to sort out this mess with the diamonds? Who’s going to take over his rare items business as an impartial middleman? Are we going to hold onto old grudges, or let them go?
So come on in, have a drink, and see what kind of hand of cards this evening is going to deal you.
The diamonds are Jim’s legacy. The clubs are where the action’s at, these days. The spades, we need to hide the bodies.
What’s that you say? Hearts?
Go fish.