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[Voxr]

March 15th, 1927. Somewhere in Europe.

MURDER has struck the Salander estate on this of all evenings. Six are suspect but who is the killer? And more importantly, why?

Mr. Salander was never truly a pleasant man. Even to those closest he was the cold and arrogant type. But of the many who despised him there were a few who could stand him. Or at the very least, his money. Yes Alfred Salander was immensely wealthy. Entrepreneur and women's lingerie tycoon, Salander has made his fair share of money over the years. And tonight as a celebration of sorts. Salander has invited some of his closest colleagues and contemporaries. To mark this night the eve in which Salander's lingerie company made their third billionth dollar. He has pulled out all the stops for a dinner even as small as this. Wanting to wow and surprise his guests. Something which is most certainly a rarity for Salander. But it seems this evening may hold more than just good company and good food....

So sit back and enjoy as our Suspects are introduced. And have a glass of wine why don't you? I hear the Chardonnay is just to die for...

Our Suspects. (AKA BSN people who are playing the characters)

Mrs. Penelope Peacock (Mousestalker)

Spoiler

Friend and business partner to Mr. Salander. Mrs. Peacock has made her small fortune from a number of profitable investments as well as being Salander's personal accountant. Having just returned from the Cayman Islands for business on behalf of Mr. Salander. Mrs. Peacock has been on edge around Salander. Though that isn't saying much considering the type of man Salander is. Ever since she's arrived however something between the two has been slightly off kilter....

Ms. Julia Scarlet (Corvus l)

Spoiler

Famed photographer and journalist. She's made quite the name for herself in the media. Known for her firecracker personality and adventurous spirit, she's been willing to go and see the places others can't or wont. She met Silvia Salander, Mr. Salander's "wife", five years ago while working on a story in Istanbul. They apparently were staying in same hotel, and after a few cocktails and exciting conversations they struck up a friendship....to say the least. After a while Scarlet started writing a few pieces for Salander to help raise some good PR for the lingerie business. But apparently after a few "creative direction" discrepancies the two have been at ends...

Dean Grant, P.I. (Mybudgee) [Deceased] 

Spoiler

Things were pretty rough on the force for Dean, and after cracking the case of The Swahili Strangler. Well....things just weren't the same for ol' Dean. Knowing he couldn't fully leave that life behind Dean decided to go into Private Investigations. Dean's known Mr. Salander for years now. After saving Salander's skin in a bar room brawl, during Salander's semester abroad. Both Dean and Salander remained somewhat close. And after Dean became a P.I. he's worked on a few case's for Salander regarding some internal scandals in the North American branch of the Salander lingerie dynasty. But after being gone for the last couple of months. And supposedly being spotted boarding a train in Cairo. Rumors are spreading he may now be associated with the notorious Mr. Notorious, a gun runner. Dean seemed rather frank with Salander after sending a telegram regarding the incident. So much distress between the two has this caused that Dean and Salander's friendship may hang in balance...

Luc Allard (Uccio)

Spoiler

Mystery, danger, and a few bottles of brandy surround this the most mysterious of guests. After earning medals of bravery and marksmanship during the Great War Luc took his leave of military life shortly after the end of the war. Though life was not easy for a time Luc managed to get back on his feet. After spending two years drifting abroad, Luc started to come into increasing amounts of money. Though how exactly he came into it he never says. A "Business Man", "Contractor", and "Liquidator" are a few of the "occupations" Allard has spoken of. For the few times he's ever spoken about what he does. How he and Salander met or are associated no one quite knows. But ever since Luc started "assisting" Salander with his business, Salander's competition has been slowly diminishing. And curious is it that George Jeundo, owner of Jeundo Lingerie and rival of Salander, had a terrible accident in the Swiss Alps not two days after Allard and Salander were first seen together.....

Professor Amanda T. Polly (Leighzard)

Spoiler

Educator, adventurer, explorer. Professor Polly has always been the inquisitive type. A graduate from the University of Chicago. She also studied two semesters at Oxford, before being expelled for "Disruption of lectures due to unwanted bandit chasing and hooliganism while attempting to escort a 3,000 year old Egyptian feline sarcophagus to a museum." Polly has been a trailblazer of sorts in the world of academia. Ever since her big break in 1915 when she finally found the lost city of Atlantis. Ever since then she's been getting quite a bit of funding from universities and academic organizations as she's preparing her expedition to find El Dorado. Cousin of Mr. Salander on her father's side, she had been receiving a large amount of money for her endeavors from Salander himself. Yet for whatever reason that has stopped. And now not only has she come to celebrate Mr. Salander's good fortune but to possibly get answers as to the sudden withdraw of coin...

Timothy Barnesworth (Voxr)

Spoiler

Faithful and loyal servant to the Salander estate for nearly fifteen years. Barnesworth has been the head butler of the Salander estate for the past seven. Though being a butler wasn't always the job Barnesworth wanted, it suited him. Tradition, ceremony, and impeccable appearances are Barnesworth's biggest concern now. But even having the prestigious job of being at service to one of the most wealthiest families in the world does take it's toll. Barnesworth never the less serves his house with dignity and class. Usually one of the more respected people in Salander's life, even if he is the butler, Barnesworth has been Salander's trusted confidant on many occasions. But neither Barnesworth nor Salander seem to be on terms anymore than what is the minimal of respectful. Why and how this came to be is a mystery even to Lady Salander herself, the only one as close to Salander as Barnesworth...

Secondary Players

Mrs. Silvia Salander

Spoiler

Once mistress now wife of Alfred Salander. Silvia is in every sense, a rich dame. Born to the wealthy and prestigious Madison Family, yes that Madison family, Silvia has always had everything taken care of for her. But this carefree and extravagant woman isn't a slouch either. No she's made a large fortune investing in her father's and brother's businesses. Meeting Salander in Paris while they were both on holiday. Silvia and Alfred apparently fell in love and two weeks after Mr. Salander got back from Paris he divorced his then wife, Mrs. Portia Beuls and married Silvia before the ink had even dried on the divorce papers. But that was almost eight years ago, and now the couple seem to only tolerate each other for the others money and status. All Silvia does now is participate in the Salander's parties and the local night life. They call her the Swing Queen down at the Domino Club, the most exclusive and eventful of night clubs in the world.

Francine "Fanny" McCleary

Spoiler

An up and coming "actress" and one of the most recent of Salander's "friends". After meeting in a New York nightclub She and Salander struck up a relationship. Now it seems Salander has taken a vested interest into the world of cinema and Fanny will be his star. Not much is known about her other than the amount of time her and Salander spend together. And of course her acting background. But let's leave the acting to those who can act.....

Tattooed Man

Spoiler

If he has a name we dare not utter it. What ever land this man came from surely is no place for civilized folk. Tall, imposing, and piercing eyes. The Tattooed Man is Salander's personal bodyguard. God have mercy on the fool who crosses paths with him.....

And there they are this evening's players. How these event's unfold and whom the killer is, is yet to be seen. But one thing is for sure lies, scandal, and murder all await us on this insidious journey....


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So welcome to the first (I think) official BSN Murder Mystery Dinner Theater. This will be an interactive forum, "play", if the above mentioned are willing to participate. Inspired and essentially brought over from posts in the Behind The Monitor thread. This will be a more "structured" and hopefully fun continuation of that. Right now there are only six main suspects, but depending on how event's turn out or if this goes well. I'll be willing to set up for more later on down the road or start another. This is basically a forum RP for those that are participating. There are not any set rules other than:

Keep it as consistent as possible. I'm meaning in terms of event's and character interactions.

No reveling who the killer is before all accusations have been made ( this will come later on, so for right now just don't worry about it)

And don't be afraid to get creative and fun.

We'll see how this turns out. Maybe something will come of it maybe it wont, we'll just have to see. Anyway I'll post the first part in the post below in a few moments and get this thing rolling.

[Voxr]

Provided by Corvus l

 

The Dining Room scene, take 1

Scarlet sat at the long table observing the many guests that surrounded. At the head was Mr Salander, he had made his fortune in women’s underwear and lost a great deal there too. To his right his long time university friend, Mr Dean Grant a mysterious man who claimed to be a ex-copper from the states, but rumors placed him in the Middle East and associated him with the notorious Mr Notorious, a gun runner.

Next to Grant was Fanny. She was a ‘want a be’ actress. Mr Salander invited her whenever he invited Scarlet as a mean of reminding all that he could make or break those he wanted. With lips like hers you just know it was not the occasional extra kiss he was going for.

Mrs Peacock was just settling in, her solicitor chambers specialized in accounting, a skill Mr Salander made a lot of use of. She was late getting to the dinner, having just returned from the Cayman Islands where she was doing some retained work for Salander. Barnesworth helped her move the chair to position. “Thank you dear boy. A small aperitif before we eat, please.”

Barnesworth, with a stiff upper lip, “Yes madam.”, as he turned and nodded toward Esmeralda, the serving maid.

At the foot of the table was Mrs Salander; Sally for her close friends and she has many. “Barnesworth, a gin as well.” She was still a bit tipsy for a couple of pre-dinner cocktails.

Scarlet sat to her right, still looking at the collection of guests. Her low cut blouse exposing some impressive measures, she turned and smiled at Sally, “What has he placed on the menu this evening?”

Sally glanced at Fanny and then smiled at Scarlet. “Mad cow, I am sure. Perhaps you can find your way to my room a little later my dear.”.

Professor Polly, an archeologist and renound bargain hunter at the village market, Wednesdays, touched Scarlet on the right arm. “Who is the Tattooed Man standing behind Mr Salander?”

The Tattooed Man was a new fixture to the party. Clearly a ruffian, it was supposed that he was Salander’s newest body guard. A man cannot have too much protection after all and the Tattooed Man, if not capable physically was astatically placed to scare the hell out of anyone that got to close.

There was one open placing next to Salander at his left hand. Perhaps a late arrival was expected. 

[Dark Helmet]

I promise I won't intrude again.

 

But it was Ramsay Bolton in the wilds with his Plot Armor.

[mybudgee]

[leighzard]

At the mention of the very large and well decorated man standing just over his shoulder Dean Grant bristled.  It hadn't been so long ago, that he had been looking out for Salander on the odd pub crawl.  He thought it strange that his long time friend should need such a display of force at a mere dinner party.  After all, who was the Tattooed Man protecting him from?  Certainly not from Grant himself.  It was he who was in need of protection these days.  Protection that Salander had refused to provide, sending him in search of less reputable means of defense.  But that wasn't what tonight was about, was it?

 

He took a deep breath and leaned over towards the actress, "Miss McCleary," he cleared his throat, "may I call you Fanny? Alfred tells me you have a most singular talent.  Do tell me more about your current projects."

 

Fanny sighed and blew an errant feather from her headband out of her eyes. 

 

The next seat over, Mrs. Peacock, ever the solicitor, was conducting an interview under the guise of small talk with Mrs. Salander. She rarely carried a briefcase with her, but she was always collecting information.  It was hard to know what information might be useful in arbitration, or the odd hostile takeover, at a later date, so she made note of it all.  Her practice may have been financial in name, but it was secrets she dealt in that made her valuable to Mr. Salander.

"Silvia," she began, "when will dinner service begin?  I'd hate to think that the professor will be without a dinner companion, but the invitation was very clear on the time of this event.  How long do we intend to wait for her beau?"

 

Professor Polly heard her title bandied about, and perked up as one often does when hearing her name across a busy room.  "I hate to disappoint, Penny, but I'm dining alone tonight.  I haven't the slightest idea who our final guest is.  I do hope my dear cousin has seated me next to someone slightly less dreadful than that judge from his last affair.  The man hadn't an original thought in his head, and I doubt he'd left the city in over a decade.  Terrifically boring, that one."  She turned to her cousin's wife.  "Tell me Sally, what do you know of our missing companion?  And have you seen Barnesworth about?  I am in dire need of a cocktail."

[mybudgee]

"I'll take a Sidecar, with a twist of lemon." stated Fanny impatiently.

"Very good, madam. And for you Mr. Allard?" asked Barnesworth.

"A Highball please." replied Luc, smoothing his slick, jet-black hair. The air here is so humid, I don't know how these four-flushers can stand it, he thought. 

Barnesworth turned abruptly to prepare the final course. He snuck an impressed glance down Fanny's gown as he passed. He nodded to Mr. Salander and noticed his wife was absent from her seat adjacent his. "Sir..." he began, but Alfred shooed him away. "My guests hunger!" boomed Salander.

 

Barnesworth quickly resumed his march to the kitchen.

 

Professor Polly nervously played with her napkin, and Ms. Scarlet noticed. "How many of us have had the pleasure of dining here at the Salander mansion? Am I the only one?" She feigned surprise.

 

"I have been to the estate many times," bellowed Mr. Grant from the rear of the dining room. "You are hardly a debutante, Miss Scarlet." 

 

"That's missus Scarlet to you." She retorted. 

 

Grant merely scoffed, and turned to Luc. "Mr. Allard, may I introduce myself? Dean Grant, Private Investigator. I don't believe we've met."

 

"A pleasure," replied Luc, extending a hand. He was met with a firm shake, and noticed Grant's bald head punctuated by a large scar from peak to left ear.

 

He pulled Grant in close, "Did Mr. Salander mention any possible enemies or dangerous individuals who may pose a threat to his fortune? I heard you were a cop, back in the states. Seems like you'd be the guy to go to for help with that sorta thing," Allard stared intently, stroking his oily mustache.

 

"I know no more than you." Even as the words left his lips, Grant felt the twinge of being observed. He knew Allard was probing for answers. "The fashion industry is not as glamorous as it seems. Many double-crosses and betrayals. To top it off, Salander makes women's... unmentionables. The underbelly of the criminal world knows no boundaries. However, I must say I believe justice will prevail." Grant asserted.

 

"A toast to justice!" exclaimed Allard, clumsily leaning over toward Grant. 

 

"Watch it buster!" yelled Fanny, as Allard spilled his drink into her lap. "I got giggle-water all over me!" She stood and huffed to the powder-room. As she hurried off, Grant's earlier suspicions were confirmed; it seemed Miss McCleary was making a clear effort to avoid him. 

 

His instincts were always correct, there are no coincidences. She was hiding something... 

 

Just moments later, there was a crash of thunder. As power went out in the mansion, and servants scrambled there seemed to be an odd stillness in the dining room. Shadows played against the lightning, but none of the guests seemed to make a sound. 

 

Grant stood motionless, observing... listening. 

 

Simultaneously, the lights came back on, and Barnesworth burst through the doors, "may I present the entree this evening: Peking Duck!" 

 

Once everyone had been served a slice of the duck and the plum sauce to accompany it, Salander announced: "I hope you all are enjoying yourselves, my friends. To your health." He raised his glass, as did his company. "I must say, I needed this. What a dreadful year it has been for me... and my beloved Sylvia." 

 

As Sylvia entered, she raised her glass of wine. "What a lovely year 1898 was my dear?" she forced a laugh. 

 

"Shall we?" pleaded Alfred. 

 

Everyone sat and had a bite of the succulent flesh. Washing it down with cocktails and pricey Merlot, almost no one heard the coughing coming from the head of the table. Soon choking turned to gagging, wretching and foaming. 

 

"Someone DO something!!" Screamed Mrs. Salander. She struggled to keep her husband upright. "My God! NO!" 

 

In shock, Sylvia dropped her husband's stiff body to the hardwood floor. His every orifice gushed with blood or saliva. 

 

There wasn't a sound. Barnseworth let out a sob, as Mrs. Salander began howling uncontrollably. 

 

Grant looked around. This was looking to be a very long night...

[Jehuty]

Well crap, they found out.

 

Well, gotta deal with you guys. Sorry. "Grabs AR-15" 

[Voxr]

"I'll call the doctor! Someone get some water or something! Oh my god, My god!" Barnesworth exclaimed trying to keep his cool but ultimately failing.

"Get a hold of yourself Barnes." Said Polly as she got up from her chair.

"Monsieur Grant, you have experience with life threatening situations. Surely there must be something you can do no?" Allard said in his calm and raspy voice. He slicked back his hair and adjusted his vest making sure to keep up his appearance in even a dire moment such as this. His gaze locked with Scarlet's, who had a surprised look on her face.

"Dammit Luc, I'm a cop not a doctor." Grant said as he leaned down to look at Salander. His stiff body was still leaking blood and fluid. He twitched and let a faint gurgle out.

"He's still alive!?" Yelped Silvia.

"No." Let out a deep and firm voice. Everyone looked up behind Salander's chair. No one spoke. Even Silvia had stopped sobbing for a moment. The Tattooed Man had spoken. He stood as still as a statue only his eyes moved from guest to guest. "Tha' Salander is dead. It is just the body beginning to decay." The Tattooed Man knelt down next to Salander's body, he looked at his mouth and face then stood up. He grabbed Salander's glass and examined it.

"Cyanide." He said in a yet another deep release. "Salander's been poisoned."

Silvia started to whimper again. She grabbed Scarlet's arm.

"This, this is....is too much. I'm calling the police!" Mrs. Peacock said in a unnerved tone.

"You dare not touch the phone woman!" Tattooed Man bellowed. "Salander has been poisoned and no one will do a thing until we find out who did it."

Everyone looked around the room. Darting their accusations with piercing gazes.

"In that case." Said Allard. "I need another drink."

"Pour me one." Said Barnesworth quietly. His gaze still unmoved from Salander....

[leighzard]

The professor paced the hardwood floor in front of the drink cart where Barnesworth was in progress of self medicating, her heels clicking with every step.  She stopped and turned to the group, staring down the Tattooed Man. 

 

"What did you mean when you said that no one will do anything until we find out who poisoned Salander?" She demanded.  "How do you propose we get to the bottom of this without assistance from the police?  The culprit could have poisoned Cousin Alfie's drink in the kitchen and quietly fled the scene with us none the wiser.  Or are you accusing one of us of the poisoning?"

 

"Yes," he replied bluntly.  "Mr. Salander's murderer is in this room."

 

"That is preposterous!" screeched Mrs. Salander.  "Who here would want my husband dead?"

 

From the side of the room where she was leaning against the wall, young Fanny McCleary snorted.  "You, for starters," she accused.  "It's not like it's a secret how you're carrying on with the reporter.  Everyone knows.  It was only a matter of time before he left you for me, taking his fortune with him."

 

"How dare you," Silvia shot back.  "You're nothing more than a moment's diversion for Alfred; a flighty actress, and a poor one at that.  You can be replaced in a heartbeat and would have been, as have countless of your dilettante predecessors. And if we're following the money trail, Amanda's the one who has the most to lose."  She turned and shot the professor a snide look.  "Isn't that right, dear cousin?  It's not like you visit often.  If you had your choice, you'd be in your office researching or packing equipment for your next expedition, which seems to get more expensive with every passing week.  The only reason you came tonight was to get more money from Alfred."

 

"Silvia, your husband has been one of my most ardent supporters, but I assure you I have enough money from my backers in the academic world and in university grants, that his withdrawal as an investor in the El Dorado endeavor hardly puts me in a tight spot.  But I do hate to think of the profits he'd be missing out on.  I just came to speak with him about recent developments and make sure he still had a chance to be included if he had a change of heart."  She glanced at Salander's body, stiffening on the floor. 

 

"It seems that more than one of us could have had a reason to wish Alfred harm.  After all, I'm not the one with the closest ties to his finances."  She paused and looked meaningfully in Ms. Peacock's direction.  "Perhaps the best course of action would be to determine who would have had the opportunity to act on any bad blood, someone who had access to cyanide.  To get a hold of a substance like that, one would certainly need to have notorious connections."
 

[Voxr]

Whenever you want just jump in. On a side not I really need to not type this stuff out when I'm watching a movie in the background. Too many misplaced and misused words.

[mybudgee]

[Kuybyshev, U.S.S.R., Crying Bear Hotel]

 

A man in a fur hat approached the table, dusting snow from his fur coat.

"Mr. N, sir. We just received notification about the 'Satin & Lace' situation." 

 

Notorious motions him closer. "Speak," he barked.

 

The man whispered, "there is room at the top..."

 

Mr. N nodded and turned to his platinum haired bodyguard. She had a strong jawline & a tattoo of a kitten on the inside of her wrist, as well as ivy along the nape of her neck. A tall, strong woman, she seemed to be aware of every person in the room. 

 

One of the boss' fingers imitated a telegraph. The snap of his fingers was so loud it made the bartender flinch. Varvara put on her jacket and stepped out into the icy wind. 

 

Mr. N smiled and sipped his flute of his own brand of Vodka. 

This will be over soon... He thought.

[leighzard]

[Meanwhile, back at the mansion...]

 

With an exaggerated sigh, Professor Polly, put her half empty drink down on the table rubbed her brow.  "Listen to me," she said, "throwing accusations around like those two." She gestured towards Salander's wife and mistress.  "He's got me wound tighter than a baptist minister's wife's girdle at an all-you-can-eat pancake breakfast."  The Tattooed Man grunted at her.  "My but you're a big fellow, though. Still, I think it's best if I take a walk to clear my head a bit."

 

She left the dining room and walked down the hallway to the study.  She remembered coming to visit when she was younger and thinking that there were more books in that room than any other place in the world.  The smell of the aging paper and leather still made her feel warm and safe inside.  She sat down at the old rolltop desk and pushed it open.  She was surprised to find a piece of paper with Alfred Salander's cramped script on it.  Usually the epitome of cleanliness and organization, it was unlike him to leave a half finished letter out.  He must have been interrupted in the middle of writing it.

 

Well, under the circumstances, I suppose there's no harm in having just a glance, the professor thought as she settled in to read her deceased cousin's correspondence.

[leighzard]

Dear Ms. Scarlet,

 

I hope this letter finds you well.  While I appreciate all that you have done for my company, and for me personally, I fear that...

 

A sudden creak of a floorboard in the hallway had Amanda Polly quickly folding the the letter and slipping it into her jacket to save it for later.  She started to close the desk, but she was caught off-guard by someone discretely coughing directly behind her.  She turned around quickly to find the imposing figure of the Tattooed Man. 

 

Damn, he moves quickly, she though, and quietly too.  Where would I be without that floorbaord?

 

"It seems a little premature for you to be pillaging the manor for your claim to his inheritance, Miss Polly," He said.

 

"I wasn't, and it's Doctor Polly" she protested.  "I just wanted to clear my head.  Like I said.  And I thought maybe I could find some clue as to who would do this," she said as she gestured toward the now empty desk.  "But, as you can see, there's nothing here."

 

"Excuse me, ma'am," he replied, bowing his head in apology, "I wasn't aware that you had completed your dissertation yet."

 

"Well," she cleared her throat nervously, "I haven't technically, but it'll be awarded in short order after this trip.  It's all but certain."  The professor's face reddened and she turned on her heels charging out of the study in something of a huff.

 

"Barnesworth!" She called ahead of herself, announcing her return.  "Have you seen my drink?"

[Voxr]

"Barnesworth! Have you seen my drink?"

Barnesworth looked up from the drink cabinet as he heard Polly's voice down the hall. "Right here Professor." He said with a slight slur. He'd lost count of his brandy's after four. She took it with an exasperated sigh. The Tattooed man followed close behind. He looked at Barnesworth. It sent a shiver down his spine. Barnesworth turned away and looked at Salander's body. His eyes still open but utterly lifeless. Barnes glanced around the room. Mrs. Salander and Fanny shot glances at each other from other ends of the table.

"I... I suppose we should cover Mr. Salander's body." Barnesworth said plainly. He went through the kitchen access down the hall to the linen closest. The kitchen staff stared at him as he walked through. He stopped and looked at them. "Well, you've all heard by now..... Right." He turned and promptly made his way to the linen closet. He pulled a sheet and made his way back to the dinning room. As he placed the sheet over Salander he noticed a slight glint coming from his jacket pocket. He looked around to make sure no one was watching. And grabbed whatever it was in his pocket. A red pin with a star on it. "It can't be." He said louder than he realized. "What can't be?" Said Mrs. Salander. Everyone was now looking in Barnesworth's direction.

"Nothing madam. Just thinking out loud. I should go check and see if dessert is ready."

"At a time like this!?" Mrs. Salander said.

"People may die madam, but standards will live on!" Barnesworth said in a fiery tone. The brandy was starting to set in now. He went back into the kitchen access and stopped. He pulled the pin out of his pocket and looked at it under the hall light.

"Now where did you come from........"

[Olivia Wilde]

Mr Salander was killed by a dangling plot thread

 

The case was solved my Nero Wolfe  who then went back to tending his orchids

 

Phooey! on all of you for not including me

[Voxr]

It's not too late if you are interested.

Voxr what visitors have not been introduced yet?

All of them that were brought over from BTM. I guess we can add some more if we want. Though how they'll fit in will need some figuring out but not impossible.

[mybudgee]

All of them that were brought over from BTM. I guess we can add some more if we want. Though how they'll fit in will need some figuring out but not impossible.

There are tons of options; servants of the Salander estate, cops/Interpol agents, Fanny's agent or manager, somebody who just shows up at the door in the rain...

 

[Voxr]

There are tons of options; servants of the Salander estate, cops/Interpol agents, Fanny's agent or manager, somebody who just shows up at the door in the rain...

 

Well whatever you guys wanna work out we can. 

[mybudgee]

I am pretty sure Olivia is a dude

[Olivia Wilde]

I will be happy to just observe