Miss Silveroak
You are a maid (1 of 2) at the Eaton Hotel. While it isn't glamorous, it certainly has its perks. You literally get the dirt on most guests, you get paid well, and you get to take advantage of the great night life provided there. This event has you at odds - you want to have a fun time, but you also don't want to endanger your job especially with the owner and manager there.
You are the only child of the owners of the hotel. You didn’t think you’d have to work since they’re so wealthy, but your mother thought you should see the “real world”. So now you’re a maid.
The manager, Mr. Merlot, runs the show here for your father. It seems that your folks aren’t aware that there’s a speakeasy that’s run here each night. All the other staff know it and that’s the place where you get to really experience your “real world”. Fun!
You work the speakeasy there on a nightly basis. You see a lot of the same folks week to week. Though Mr. Merlot is always extra nice to the rich philanthropist, Mr. Galliano.
Mrs. Silveroak (your mother) seems to be content with her bookmobile work.
Porter Port (the bell-hop)
Miss Sauvignion (the other maid) – you get along, but would rather have her do most of the cleaning. Who wants to clean, anyway?
Mr. Adams provides the drinks for everyone including the “juice cocktails” he makes for your father (who seems a little slow at times – oh well, as long as he keeps giving you what you want, right Daddy?!).
Last Tuesday a large fire destroyed the neighboring Getto Building resulting in several dead (and they seem to be finding more bodies there each day since then). A portion of the hotel was also damaged by fire the same night. Mr. Silveroak has already made a public announcement of getting it fixed (costing $50K!) and bricklayers are already here to replace some of the damaged walls.
Thursday Detective Pinot-Noir checked in so your guard has been up as you’d hate to have your family’s wealth disappear with the closing of your favorite night fun spot.
Advice
Probably makes sense to meet with everyone you should already know.
You recognize several of the “nightlife” folks – best to reacquaint yourself though you have to walk the line of being a staff-person and that of a flapper (even more tough around your favorite boxer, Champ Agne).
You’re still not sure what happened, but you imagine your fellow staff should know.