Part 11: Sins of the Fathers 11: Giggity, Giggity, Giggity!

Part 11: Giggity, Giggity, Giggity!
Ok, so when we left off last time, Sam was the biggest butthead, and was going to make us a copy of the old lady’s snake bracelet. So where do we go next? Why, the cemetery of course! Because why?


Because this game is about to get sexy.

“Malia!”
“Mr. Knight! What are you doing here?”
“Uh, my family’s tomb is here.”
“Mine too.”
“I noticed. Subtle.”
“Well, Mr. Knight, if there’s nothing else…”


(Little handsy, aren’t we there, Gabe?)
“Whatever for?”
“I can’t stop thinking about you. I’ve been in your thoughts, too. I can see it in your eyes.”
“Mr. Knight, you don’t know anything about me. I’m not in a position to get involved…”
“I’ve said that a million times myself, but this is different. I think we both know we can’t fight it. <groan> I can’t believe I’m saying this!”
“I have so many obligations. My family is very traditional. You wouldn’t understand.”
“Hey, I love tradition! I’ve seen Fiddler on the Roof a hundred times!”

( Smooooth, Gabriel; You’ve gone from sounding like a stalker to a complete cornball.)

“This isn’t a musical, Mr. Knight. We live in different worlds!”
“Look, I know you’ve got more money than God. Do you think I care? Do you think that’s why I’m saying this?”
“No. I don’t.”
“Why don’t you come SEE my world? I have a little book shop, St. George’s on Bourbon…”
“I know.”


( )
“I’m sorry, but there’s no place for someone like you in my life…Not now, not ever!”

With that, Malia runs off.

“DAMN it!”

Ok, Gabriel, I hate to break it to you, but, you have exactly zero game with the ladies. I think you had a better chance with Madame Cazanoux than you ever had of making it with-


Ok, I officially know fuck-all about women.


Yep, Gabriel gets lucky, and in the morning Grace does her best to ignore Gabriel….


Um. The fuck? Am I hallucinating or do you all see that too?

“You’re not speaking to me this morning?”
“Don’t be silly. I just have nothing to say.”
“Did you find out anything about that pattern I gave you?”
“Yeah. I did find something. I checked the micro-fiche at the public library. I found an article about a murder in 1810. The newspaper published part of a pattern found around the body. It looks damn close.”
“You’re incredible. All that work…”
“Forget it.”
“Have it your way.”

…And that guy hasn’t moved at all. Um. Okay.
“Have you noticed this guy outside the shop?”
“Yeah, he gives me the creeps. I wish he’d go away.”
I’m right there with you, Grace. So, uh, what’s in the paper today?


“I don’t believe this! They’ve closed the case!”
“What case?”
Oh, Lord. Gee, Grace, I don’t know, maybe the case that’s been absolutely DOMINATING EVERY FACET OF YOUR BOSS’S LIFE FOR THE PAST MONTH OR SO, THAT CASE?! To sum up the rest of their conversation, apparently the cops are saying that the murders were part of an underworld cartel war. Gabriel thinks it’s bullshit, and Grace advises him to talk to Mosely about it.



“Peachy!”
Gabriel, some days you can be extremely thick. Anyway, Grace has no messages for Gabriel today, so on to Mosely I guess. But first, I think Sam has something for us. (Naturally, Gabriel does nothing about the creepy guy.



Oh, and if you were wondering why Markus was so pissed off at Sam beating him at chess…



Yyyyeah, I can see being a little pissed about the situation. On to Mosely! Bottom line is that the department is convinced that the local gang was involved in a turfwar with the Chicago mob and used the Voodoo angle to cover it up, with unofficial department policy being “Let the Slime Kill Each Other”. Tee-riffic. Gabriel asks Mosely to get the case reopened, and Mosely responds with the following objectives:

“Prove that there’s a legitimate Voodoo cult in New Orleans, prove that they’re a threat, and get me a lead on the cult.”

With that, we’ll wrap it up tonight and NEXT TIME: Legitimate developments as the game heats up!