Hello my friends! Der Januar ist fast vorbei und ich habe seit Dezember nichts mehr geliefert. Schule ging wieder los, ich hatte nicht wirklich ne Idee, was ich machen könnte/Lust. Aber seitdem ich mit meinem Vater letzte Woche Edgar Allan Poe's Murder Mystery Invite Only Casual Dinner Party/Gala For Friends Potluck (ich kann den kompletten Namen einfach ohne überlegen sagen, I'm quite proud, auch wenn es in Wirklichkeit wahrscheinlich jeder kann und es nur für mich wie etwas nicht Selbstverständliches vorkommt) geguckt habe, habe ich es praktisch die ganze Zeit in meinen Gedanken. Ich habe wirklich Zitate als Ohrwurm. Besonders die, die in den Rückblicken vorkommen, aber auch andere. Vielleicht schreibe ich zur Poe Party auch demnächst mal einen Text, also so mit meinen Gedanken, aber heute kommt erstmal was anderes: Ich habe die Transkription der Untertitel des ersten Kapitels kopiert (und ein paar Sachen ergänzt, aber nur Sachen, die mit ** umgeben sind - ich kann mich nicht schön ausdrücken) und dann durch ein paar Sprachen gescheucht - wie immer, weil es Spaß macht. Und wie immer kommt erst der Orginaltext, dann die Sprachen und zum Schluss die übersetzte Version. Have fun!

(Ich schreibe meine Kommentare an die Seite, also in den Kommentarbereich, weil es erstens nicht viele sind und ich zweitens nicht den Textfluss stören möchte)

*grandfather clock ticking*

*Lenore looking bored at her fingernails*

*Lenore putting a shot into her wine and drinking*

*Edgar watching her confused*

*Lenore sighing*

"Are you sure you sent out all the invitations?"

"Yes."

"And the singing telegram to the beautiful Annabel Lee?"

"Yep."

"And the RSVP to her RSVP-"

"She said she'd be here."

*doorbell ringing*

"What is that rapping at my chamber door?"

"Okay first, not a rapping. That's a doorbell. Secondly, you invited these people here!"

"Welcome, friend, to Edgar Allan Poe's murder mystery invite only casual dinner party/gala for friends potluck. Lenore will take your dish and your coat."

*Hemingway tosses his coat to Lenore*

"Looks like you've got yourself a ghost infestation, friend. Lookee here. I brought a switchblade so we can skewer wild boar in the backyard. Then we can roast it over an open flame. Only an open flame."

*doorbell ringing*

"Louisa May Alcott! Happy to see the stink of Boston hasn't followed you. Now, what dish did you bring?"

"You'll find you can eat anything if you're hungry enough."

*doorbell ringing*

"Mary Shelley, as I live and breathe. Because of your-"

"Yes, I get it. I brought this loaf of bread. I forgot the yeast, so it hasn't risen. Because of my-"

"Oh, yes. Ha! Of course. I get it. I got it the first time."

*doorbell ringing*

"Ah, Charlotte Brontë. Here is your character card for the evening."

"Oh, she sounds poor. Did you write this? Is this going to take very long?"

*door knocking with a stick*

"Oscar! So glad you could come. You're looking very smart."

"You can never be overdressed or over-educated."

*Oscar laughing*

*doorbell ringing*

"Hello! HG Wells! H- for short? HG? What do we go by?"

*HG gives Edgar a burned bread (?)*

"I-I cooked it myself with my latest contraption. It's a- uh, enclosure that bombards the food with electromagnetic radiation such that the food molecules themselves actually-"

"Fine, wonderful. Just come in."

"It's in- it's incredibly efficient."

"It's not a real thing."

*door knocking*

*Edgar opens, looks outside, confused*

"Oh, I thought someone knocked."

"Oh, I did. I knocked."

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"Emily Dickinson. I stay in my room a lot. I write poems like you, though. We're actually a lot alike."

"I don't think so, but we may have an extra spot."

"You invited me."

"You know, you could be really pretty if you just did your hair differently, maybe wore a different outfit, and just kinda tried something else up here."

*Lenore pointing vaguely in the direction of Emily's face*

*doorbell ringing*

"Ah, Mary Ann! So-"

"The name's Eliot. George Eliot. Likes: beer, sporting, talking about sporting. Dislikes: peeing sitting down, tending to the home, not talking about sporting."

"Mary Ann, I'm not sure I understand."

"Seems you have me confused with some sort of damsel. I understand, I have very soft skin. But the name's George Eliot. It's two male names. Easy to remember. Now, show me to the billiard room. Or the voting booth!"

*doorbell ringing*

"Hello. I brought vodka."

"Ah! Fyodor. Welcome to-"

"Mine!"

*Lenore grabs the vodka*
"A spirit for a spirit. That's wonderful! Little girl!"

"Friends, thank you for being here. We are still waiting on a few guests who are definitely my friends. Agatha Christie said she would be running late. Also my dear, dear friend Annabel Lee, and her plus one. Also, Emily Dickinson. Now, tonight will be quite exciting. 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!"

"Uh, my card says I'm a duchess. Uh, seeing as how I have absolutely no insight into the mind of a woman, I was wondering if anyone would be willing to trade cards for a male character."

"Please, no trading. Now, Lenore will bring out the soup. Lenore!"

*Lenore snaps*

*Everyone gasps*

"Next, we will figure out who goes first."

"Edgar, I love my character, but I did make a few tweaks. Can I run these by you tomorrow?"

"Yes, sure. Now, we figure out who goes first based on... Whose birthday is most recent?"

"Mine's in three weeks! The party is tree themed, so everyone come dressed as your favorite tree. Mine's the tilia americana."

"Let's go shot for shot to see who goes first!"

"Who here is Detective Inspector Ignatius Crumblefeather? He needs to be sitting north. Wait, facing north, or sitting–"

"Oh, that is me. I spent time in jail with a very kind Ignatius once. We still write letters back and forth. To Ignatius."

"When will someone be murdered, hm?"

"I know who did it."

"Does anyone wanna trade?"

"Yeah, what do you got?"

"Greek Diplomat Winnifred Kostolopolos. It says I only speak Greek. I---I don't speak Greek!"

"Well, I speak three kinds of Greek. Now you're prominent abolitionist Flanders Winterbottom. Cheers."

"Please, no trading! They are all very good cards."

"Sorry we're late. Hi everyone! I'm Annabel. This is Eddie. He's a banker."

"Hi, Eddie Dantes. Sorry we're delayed. My volunteer shift at the old folk's home ran late and then on the way over we ran across a barbershop quartet and their bass was out with a sore throat so I had to *sings* fill in. You understand."

"He has perfect pitch!"

"And yet it's imperfection that makes people truly interesting. Please, come this way."

"Very well. After you, my dear."

"Hello."

"Hello."

"What is everyone's deal? I thought I was the dead one here."

"Parties aren't the place for jokes, Lenore. Now, time for everyone's favorite part, the rules. Once everybody is done with their soup, the lights will go out and someone will die. Our first victim is... *clears throat* Belladonna Spillingsworth, daughter of railroad magnate Barnabus Spillingsworth."

"That's me! She died on the very same railroad named after her by her father. The victim of a–"

"Look here, before this night goes on, I have something to say."

*gasps*

"Who touched my leg?"

"Oh, that was your leg. Oh."

"Oh! Right in the soup!"

Die Sprachen:
Englisch > Deutsch > Italienisch > Polnisch > Griechisch > Bengalisch > Serbisch > Luxemburgisch > Friesisch > Isländisch > Schwedisch > Deutsch > Englisch

*his grandfather's bell rings*

*Leno gets irritated by nails*

*Leno takes a glass of wine and drinks*

*Edgar looks at him confused*

*Lenora searches*

"Are you sure you sent all the invitations?"

"Yes."

- And this telegram about the beautiful Anabel Lee?

"Yes."

"And the answer to your question..."

- He said he'd be here.

*Calls*

"Did someone knock on my bedroom door?"

"Okay, I'm not surprised yet. it's an hour Second, you invited these guys over here!"

"Hello friend, in Edgar Allan Poe's crime novel, you are invited to an informal/celebratory dinner only for happy friends. Lenor takes the plates and the coat for you.

*Hemingway throws away Lenor's coat*

"You seem to have a terrible plague, my friend." Look at that. I brought a knife to eat the barges in the yard. Cook over high heat. Only on an open fire.

*Calls*

- Levi's May Alcott! I'm glad Boston didn't smell you. So what food did you take away?

"You'll find that if you're hungry enough, you can eat anything."

*Calls*

"Mary Shelley, How I Live and Breathe. To you ...

"Yes, I see. I brought this bread. I forgot the yeast so it wouldn't swell. From me..."

"Oh yeah. Oh! Naturally. I understand it. I got it for the first time."

*Calls*

Oh, Charlotte Brodeur. Here's your ID for the evening.

- Oh, he looks pathetic. Did you write that? Will it take long?

*knocks on the door*

- Wish! I'm glad you can come. you look very smart

"One can never be particularly dressed or particularly clean."

*wishes laughs*

*Calls*

"Hello! HG Wells! H card; HG; What are we going to do?"

*HG gives Edgar a bowl (?)*

"I bought it with my new machine. This one HM, a bowl that explodes food with electromagnetic radiation, actually produces the same food particles..."

"Well done, go in.

"Here it is - it's incredibly effective."

"It is not true."

*I knock on the door*

*Edgar opens and seems confused*

- Oh, I thought someone hit me.

- Oh, I did. I struck.

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

-Emily Dickinson. I spend a lot of time in my room. But I write poetry like you. In fact, we see pretty much the same thing.

I don't think so, but maybe we don't have time yet.

"You call me."

"You know, you can be very beautiful if you style your hair differently, maybe wear different clothes and try something different here.

Leno looks blankly in Emily's face *

*Calls*

- Oh, Mary-Ann! That's all.

"His name is Eliot. Giorgio Eli. He likes: talking about beer, sports, sports. I don't like: sitting and studying, doing homework, not talking about sports."

"Mary Ann, I'm not sure I understand.

"You seem to have misunderstood me as a bride. I understand that my skin is very thin. But my name is George Eliot. There are two male names.

*Calls*

"Hello. I have vodka."

"Ah! Fyodor. Welcome."

"My!"

*Lenore takes vodka*

"Soul for soul. That is beautiful! girls!"

"Friends, thank you for being here. We are still waiting for guests who are all my friends. Agatha Christie said it was too late. Also my dear friend Anabel Lee and her plus. Emily Dickinson too. Well, the evening is going to be very exciting, each has a character with a name and a short bio, learn it because this is an all night intro.

"Mine is empty."

"Oh yeah. You've chosen a rare blank card. Bravo!"

"Oh, my business card says I'm a Duchess."

Ah, no time. Now Leno comes with the soup. Lena!

*Leno's Festing*

*everyone shoots*

"Then we'll know who goes first."

"Edgar, I love my character, but I've changed something. Can I do that for you tomorrow?"

"Yes, of course. Now we know who's first... Who's last birthday?"

"I've had a party theme for three weeks! Let everyone dress up as your favorite tree. My name is Tilia American.

"Let's shoot and see who comes first!"

Who is Inspector Ignatius Crumblepheder? It should be on the north side. Wait, face north or sit down...

- Ah, it's me. I was once imprisoned in the very handsome Ignatius. We keep writing letters. Code Ignatius.

"When does someone get killed, right?"

- I know who did it.

"Anyone want to answer?"

"Yes, what do you have?"

"The Greek diplomat Vinifred Kostolopoulos. He says I only speak Greek. I - I don't speak Greek!"

"Well, I speak three kinds of Greek. You are now the main supporter of the abolition of the winter railway in Flanders. Applause."

"Like no time!" These are very good tickets.

"I'm sorry I'm late. Hi, everyone! i am anabel This is Eddie. He's a banker.

"Hi, Eddie Dantes. I'm sorry I'm late. My time in the nursing home was late and then we met a barbers choir cut their throats so I had to *sing* to the end do you know? "

"She heard perfectly!"

"But there are flaws that make people really attractive. Get out.

- Very well. To you my love

"Warm welcome."

"Warm welcome."

"What about it?" "I thought I was going to die here."

"The parties aren't fun, Leno. Now it's everyone's favorite job, the rule. When everyone finishes the soup, the lights go out and one dies. Our first victim is... *pure* Belladonna Spillingworth, daughter of Railway Manatee Barnabas Spillingworth.

"I! She died on the same train her father named her. The victim ..."

"Look, before tonight is over, I have something to say."

*Tank*

"Who touched my feet?"

- Oh, you had legs. 3

"Oops! Just in the soup!