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poebodysnerfect · 3 years
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I did see you reading War of the Worlds the other day. What? No I wasn't. I haven't read his entire body of work in the time since his tragic demise. I— I don't know what you're talking about. This conversation was passing the Bechdel Test until now!
Edgar Allan Poe’s Murder Mystery Dinner Party Epilogue
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poebodysnerfect · 4 years
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You were all given a character card with a name and a brief biography. Please study it, for it is to be your identity for the duration of the evening. Mine's blank. Ah, yes. You have picked the rare blank character card. Good on you.
Edgar Allan Poe’s Murder Mystery Dinner Party Chapter 1: The Bells
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poebodysnerfect · 3 years
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I tried to stop him from escaping, but he said "I'll run away to a different country!" as he ran away forever, probably. Odd fellow. I am deeply saddened that he murdered my— Friends. Friends is the word you're looking for. That is quite a lot of blood. It could be anyone's. Any one of my many, many, many friends.
Edgar Allan Poe’s Murder Mystery Dinner Party Chapter 11: The Tell-Tale Heart
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poebodysnerfect · 4 years
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First it was my dear Eduardo Dantes, then Louisa May Alcott— Then Shelley, Dostoevsky, George Eliot, Agatha Christie— The fortune teller, HG Wells— And then, uh, oh— Mark Twain! No, no sorry um, it was, uh—Ralph Waldo Emerson. Ralph Waldo Emerson. Emily Dickinson! Emily Dickinson.
Edgar Allan Poe’s Murder Mystery Dinner Party Chapter 9: The Sleeper
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poebodysnerfect · 4 years
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What was your pen name? Currer Bell. Androgynous, no? I quite liked it. I'd certainly allow a Currer Bell to escort me to the Vivian Nightingale Memorial Ball, if you know what I mean. And what were your sisters' pen names? Anne was Acton Bell and Emily was Ellis.
Edgar Allan Poe’s Murder Mystery Dinner Party Chapter 10: Annabel Lee
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poebodysnerfect · 4 years
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Mr. Allan Poe— That's actually just Mr. Poe. Or Ed Poe. Actually, it's Edgar. Or Edgar Allan Poe. Just call me— just call me Mr. Edgar Allan Poe. Okay, Ed. Um, what's going on here tonight?
Edgar Allan Poe’s Murder Mystery Dinner Party Chapter 8: The Cask of Amontillado
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poebodysnerfect · 4 years
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Firstly, I suspect the soup. How dare you! He did taste it. Oh, how fun! That's a clue! The soup is a red herring! You would say that. No, like an actual red herring soup with a red pepper garlic sauce.
Edgar Allan Poe’s Murder Mystery Dinner Party Chapter 2: The Masque of the Red Death
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poebodysnerfect · 4 years
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We are being dispatched in ways that are relevant to our artistic output. Think about it: Miss Alcott with the scarlet fever; Miss Shelley with the electricity; Dostoevsky with the axe; Miss Christie with the Indian blade— Oh yeah, and George Eliot was killed by a portrait of Oscar Wilde, just like that famous poem she wrote!
Edgar Allan Poe’s Murder Mystery Dinner Party Chapter 7: Mesmeric Revelation
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poebodysnerfect · 4 years
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Guess Charlotte can't be the murderer. She was with us the whole time. Thank you. Her only crime was being totally basic.
Edgar Allan Poe’s Murder Mystery Dinner Party Chapter 5: The Oval Portrait
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poebodysnerfect · 4 years
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I've been thinking about Alcott's symptoms. I don't think she was poisoned in the dining room. What? How do you know? Her body exhibited signs of potassium cyanide exposure. Yes, it's— it's too fast acting. Her coughing fit earlier may have been unrelated. Weird. I thought it was because she wore that dress. Oh. Ha! A— a joke. Mm, I see. It was hideous.
Edgar Allan Poe’s Murder Mystery Dinner Party Chapter 4: A Descent Into the Maelström
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poebodysnerfect · 4 years
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Edward is most common long name for Eddie. No, there are many common long names for Eddie. Edwin, Ed-br... Ed-brm... Edberv... Edgrim. That's French. Ed-Eddle... Ed Eddle.
Edgar Allan Poe’s Murder Mystery Dinner Party Chapter 3: The Purloined Letter
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poebodysnerfect · 4 years
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Calm down, Edgar. This will all be sorted out soon. I just wanted to have a nice dinner. Gathering the most brilliant minds in literature? Hahaha! Something was bound to happen.
Edgar Allan Poe’s Murder Mystery Dinner Party Chapter 6: Spirits of the Dead
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