Murder by Death, a cyclical RPG

Who: Brian Cassidy and residents of Harmony (open to anyone who feels like wandering in)
What: Food and news and gossip
When: July 5th, early afternoon
Where: Ocean View Cafe
Rating: PG as of posting

Brian had gotten a late start, after the day before's entertainment. There was nothing like patriotism, alcohol and explosions to have you feeling it the next day. Apparently he'd had a better night than some though. News got around quick about Chief Albert's untimely demise. He called a couple of his clients to make sure they hadn't been spooked by the news, but people seemed more intrigued than concerned per se. It could be that the late police chief was going to be mostly unlamented. Brian could only agree. The jackass had it coming.

By the time he got around to reading the details in the local paper he'd picked up, he was parked at a table in his preferred cafe, drinking black coffee and waiting for his food. It was only years of negotiations and practiced lying that kept him from grinning openly as he read the brief report. Unlamented or not, he doubted it would look so good to publicly rejoice over an article about a murder.

WHO: Jamison Hildred
WHEN: July 5th, around 10 AM.
WHERE: Landon Albert's house.
WHAT: Jamison goes on a little treasure hunt.
RATING: PG for language.

Jamison was never one to waste time. He heard about Chief Albert's incredibly convenient demise on the way back from his morning run, and by the time he got home, Jamison already knew what he had to do. After showering, changing, Jamison made sure he had his service pistol was tucked out of sight before heading for his truck.

( A quick drive past the bowling alley confirmed Jamison's suspicions. )

Who: Jamison and guests (basically anyone who wants to show up)!
When: July 4th, between 12pm and 8pm.
Where: The backyard at Jamison's place.
What: BBQ goodness and socializing.
Rating: PG (let me know if it needs to be changed.)

To say Jamison had been preparing for this barbecue for days wouldn't be an exaggeration. He had enough meat in enough varieties to feed a small army. Every bit of beef, chicken, and pork had been marinated, dry-rubbed, or slathered to perfection in the Hildred family's very own barbecue sauce. There were hot dogs and bratwursts aplenty, ready to go on the grill at a moment's notice, and Jamison had even requisitioned two kegs from Styx and Stones. They were set up by the patio door, next to the table where plates, cup, and all the necessaries were laid out. Decked out in his grilling gear and shades by noon, all this barbecue needed now was for his guests to arrive. Welcome or otherwise.

[OOC: A lot of folks seem to be coming to Jamison's BBQ, so I just thought it might be easier to have everyone socialize in one place/post. Before, y'know, all the death happens. I hope this is okay!]

WHO: Olli and ??
WHEN:Around 11 AM, Monday July 4th
WHERE: Main Street
WHAT: Olli's heading over to Jamison's place for his BBQ
RATING: PG-13 at best because Olli has a mouth like a sailor.

( Olli wasn't usually the sort to be get all patriotic, but it was the 4th of July and that meant a day off from work for almost everyone (short hours for her), as well as tons and tons of barbeque. )