For ages now, you've been subjected to the preposterous poetic stylings of Jeff Diewald. It isn't that he's completely lacking in ability; it's just that his enthusiasm has a tendency to get quite a ways ahead of that ability. With ditties like "Ode to a Dead Cow" and "Jolly Nosferatu", he's been slowly driving you and a bunch of other folks a bit crazy. If only you'd known quite how crazy...
Last month, you all decided that you had had it -- it was time to send a message that the ghastly poems had to stop, or at least slow down a bit. You got together and chose a suitable name for putting a scare into him: Psychopathic Poets Preventing Poor Poetry (aka simply P-5). The objective was to put a scare into Jeff indirectly, by convincing him that someone was out to get poets. In theory, this might convince him to knock it off, without actually having to tell him to his face. It seemed like such a good idea at the time.
It was actually kind of fun, putting together those posters and slogans; it got pretty lighthearted, and even a little silly. You were a band out to do good in the world. You finally made your first "strike" an hour or two ago, scattering flyers all over the Con.
Oh, hell -- the flyers!!! They're all over the place! If anyone sees them, and connects it back to you...
Of course, that might be fair. It seems like someone in the group went around the bend, and took it all a little too seriously. You didn't want to kill Jeff, you just... well, you just wanted to pretend you were going to. The question is, who got reality mixed up with fantasy?
The group was small enough that you know all of them. It consisted of: Cameron Betts; Keri Reuss; Tara Halwes; Seann Ives; Bruce Cox; Corrie Bergren; Terilee Edwards-Hewitt; Matt Ender; Mike Danehy; Jon Balboni; Gail Peck; Dig Freedman; Charlie McCutcheon; Katherine Journeay; and Richard Crouse. You're not sure whether all of them are here this weekend, but anyone who is is a potential suspect. You need to figure out who did it, and then decide what to do about it. What with P-5 a bit public at just the wrong time, you might find yourself a suspect at any moment, so your best defense is to figure out the real killer.
One possible tack to divert suspicion might be to publically honor Jeff -- the most appropriate time is probably during Any Port in a Storm. Much though it galls you, a public reading of some of his poetry would go a long ways towards convincing people that you didn't really hate him. And truth to tell, you're feeling a little petty right now. The poems may have occasionally been a little dumb, but they were heartfelt, and now you find that you're already sort of missing Jeff reading the bloody things...