~Wombats Murder Mystery Weekend~

Cool! I've driven by this place at least a dozen times, but didn't realize it was so big.

sounds fun cannot make it take lots of pix!

You are not welcome
This is my house
Beware! Someone will find death.
A Wombat? Perhaps only a mouse.

It is huge and a wonderful tour James.

Patti, it's so good to see you. Stop by the current thread and mingle.

I see Mrs. Winchester is in a fine mood today.

We won't wreck your house, I promise.

We're gonna have a good time!!!!!!!!

Since my wife and I were there many moons ago, and I can't make it next week, you'll just have to keep an eye out for my ethereal footprint.

It's an amazing place. Hope y'all have fun!

Wish I could make it, but I'm in Ohio. Have fun!

Will do Rand.

What there's no internet in Ohio?

mime (mm)
n.
1.
a. A form of ancient Greek and Roman theatrical entertainment in which familiar characters and situations were farcically portrayed on stage, often with coarse dialogue and ludicrous actions.
b. A performance of or dialogue for such an entertainment.
c. A performer in a mime.
2. A modern performer who specializes in comic mimicry.
3.
a. The art of portraying characters and acting out situations or a narrative by gestures and body movement without the use of words; pantomime.
b. A performance of pantomime.
c. An actor or actress skilled in pantomime.

I'm a'scared.

The place is HUGE! I am certain to get lost.

And if I end up lost in a locked closet with a ghost and a mime, I'll send you a bill for my psychiatric treatment.

This is just cruel.

A: I always wanted to do one of these.
B: I've always wanted to go to the Winchester home.
C: I live in WI without money to get to Cali to attend. *sob*

Those that are going have a blast for me, okay? :)

"All wombats and their Alters are welcome. Please RSVP"

*nod*

C'mon, guys and galguys, it's a virtual location. We can party from the comfort of our homes.

Don't make me sit next to the mime, okay?

I must have missed something. This is virtual?

Yes, it is completely virtual. I've got a virtual mansion for us to play in.. 62 articles worth of rooms links, circles and confusion all from the comfort of your favorite chair.

The video is only the beginning.

Yikes! I'm SO there, virtually speaking.

"Don't make me sit next to the mime, okay?"

*tear*

Mes Chers! I so rarely leave Derring Manor, but for an adventure such as this? Mais oui!! So many things which sparkle and shine. And the allure of so many secrets to discover! It is my practice never to resist temptation, especially in such a pretty, and dangerous, package! , I do hope to find persons of like mind for this grand entertainment! Merci, mes chers!

And perhaps you will share the name of the music in the oh so lovely invitation? I am quite intrigued! I know you told me once before, but what can I say? So many distractions at Derring Manor. Alas.

Un pantomime is not such a bad thing if it is male. So many opportunities to be found in silence. Unless one is doing that annoying box thing... then perhaps, the gun room is an option?

I will make an effort to attend, but im not sure what we are supposed to do.

I have company but will do my best to make an appearance. Have fun!

Lady Elena I'm so pleased and honored to have you come. I'll look up the name of the music and email it to you.

I'm not sure what we have to do either, Willy. But I figure it will be a fun-filled event for the whole family, assuming your family consists of ghosts, mimes, or zombies.

I'm planning to show up and go from there. A lot of people, though, create alters, meaning they create another Gather identity to attend incognito. I think that once we show up, we'll be pointed in the right direction, probably to some darkened mime-filled closet. What on Earth could go wrong there, I ask?

I'm so there in mind and spirit. Can we bring a pet? If so, are all species welcome?

If you were going to shoot a mime, would you use a silencer?
-- Steven Wright.

All species are welcome Chris.

I love Steven Wright... lol Jill.

Willy have no worries you'll be directed. It's hard to explain until the house articles are open.

Woohoo!!!!

Oooooh...very clever Jill. I like mimes. Creepy, but quiet.

They're like living clowns, extra creepy if you think of them that way.

Ooh. Sounds great. I'd love to come, as long as the ghosts in the machine don't keep me away.

I love the Winchester House - have been there two or three times over the years. It's not likely I'll be on the computer next weekend, as I'm committed to babysitting my granddaughter, but maybe...

It sounds like a lot of fun. As somebody up the line said, take lots of pix. :-)

Cathy

To the Mystery committee, no matter what guise I'm in that day, I'm going to do everything I can to be there!

If you were going to shoot a mime, would you use a silencer?
-- Steven Wright.
Jill Lynn A., Mar 7, 2009, 7:21am EST

*rolls eyes*

Shooting? I built onto my house for 38 years to confuse the spirits of those who were killed my husband's rifles. There will be no shooting in my house.. silenced or not!

Count me in. I might miss a bit though since it starts about the time I'm putting Gideon to bed, but I'll be there after. :)

I will probably have company but I will do my best to make an appearance!

Sarah, how you will make sure to ban the guns participants will be sure to be wearing? hmmm?

Pity the poor mime. ;o)

The night was hotter than a strippers G-string. The bulls were out in force looking for the tabloid-named “Erection Killer”. I opened my creaky office door looking only for some sympathy from my close friend, Jim Beam. The enlightening of the room held a different subject. Her name was Blanche.
Blanche Vulva.
I’ve been around a lot of dames. Seen my share of gazongas. Never did see no queen in her damn undies, though. But this broad, she had it all. Would embarrass an hourglass with that figure. Stems like the Venus Demilo and a pair of tomatoes that could suckle the baby Jesus.

“How you doing, Dick”. Her voice was silken gold as she breathed a plume of Lucky Strike through her nostrils. “Still keeping yourself ‘up’ at night, I see”. She purred. Her motor ran like a 1945 Duesenberg.

It was right about then that I realized I wasn’t going to be knocking back a few belts of the Beam and forgetting the strains of the day. Nope. When Blanche was visiting, rest was the last thing in the world you could look forward to.

Outside the rain had turned in to a biblical downpour.

I unsheathed my Rosco, took off my tie, poured myself a glass and after a long moments hesitation, turned around said, “Hey Doll. How the hell are you?”

I Accept your invitation madam.

Fans self, this certainly will not be a dull evening.

We can bring guests, can't we? I have a feeling a lot of alters are planning to sneak in.

Love the stained glass!

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Sorry to ask, but how do I attend? I can't find any instructions.

Look on the posts for the author of this one and welcome thread you will find.