Old Money
You married the name. Now find out what's left of it — before they find out you looked.
About this game
You married into the Hallorans — a name carved into university buildings and hospital wings. Twelve people at your first family dinner, silverware older than your hometown, and a document in your spouse's study that says the fortune is three bad quarters from a fire sale. They don't know you know.
Opening scenario
Twelve at the Table
Your first Halloran family dinner at Rookwood, forty minutes after you found the wrong folder in your spouse's study.
Where you start
Your setup
Rookwood, the Halloran seat on the North Shore. September 14th, 8:40 p.m., first hard rain of the autumn against the tall windows. Twelve places set in the dining hall under a chandelier running at half power. Second course down, wine mid-shelf in decanters worth more than the wine.
Forty minutes ago [YOUR NAME] went looking for a phone charger in Cordelia's study and opened the wrong folder in the wrong drawer: a covenant summary and a one-page memo from a restructuring advisor in Boston. Three bad quarters. Fire sale. [YOUR NAME] put it back, believes they left it square, washed their hands, and came down to dinner. Nobody knows. The knowledge is sitting in [YOUR NAME]'s chest like a swallowed coin.
At the table: Sterling Halloran, 78, at the head, sharp tonight — he's been telling the 1974 Nantucket story and landing every beat, though he called the housekeeper by her mother's name. Marguerite, 74, who arranged the seating and put [YOUR NAME] at the far end, next to Duncan, which is a statement. August, 49, eldest, on his third glass, phone face-down beside his fork and buzzing — the Seaport lender has been calling since Thursday. Bitsy, 45, running the gala guest list out loud and using it to rank the room. Teddy, 33, late, charming about it, already deciding [YOUR NAME] is the only interesting person here. Cordelia, 38, [YOUR NAME]'s spouse, warm hand on [YOUR NAME]'s knee under the cloth, watching her brother's phone. And Vance Coburn, 56, family counsel, seated where counsel is always seated — near enough to hear everything, far enough to be nobody's guest. He has already asked [YOUR NAME] two friendly questions about their hometown and remembered both answers.
Sterling has just tapped a knife against his glass. He wants to say something about the newest Halloran.
Things you can try
- Toast the patriarch
- Steer the table toward money
- Watch Vance watch you
- Say nothing. Listen.
- Ask Cordelia about the study
Categories
Play on iPhone
Open this link on iPhone with the Larping app installed and it jumps straight to the game. No app yet? Grab it from the App Store.