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Post by downrightdude on Aug 4, 2013 20:11:31 GMT -5
Snaw throws up in the bathroom
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Post by Kristykimmy on Aug 4, 2013 20:15:06 GMT -5
“He..." Rochelle tried to stifle a sob. "Well, I'm a hostess for a restaurant. You might have heard of it; it's Garnish Gardens. And he was a... well, he was a wonderful customer...” Rochelle paused, trying to control her tears. "Well, not just that. He would come in on occasion, and he would be so kind, and had all the most wonderful things to say. And there was this noble air about him, so respectable and he just..." Rochelle stopped to wipe away more tears that appeared on her face. "He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve to..."
For a moment, Alexa was perplexed as to why someone who had only waited on Mr. Woo would be this broken up over this death. It dawned on her a moment later.
”Oh, so that’s how it is,” Alexa thought to herself. ”She was sweet on old Mr. Woo.”
Alexa briefly wondered if the Garnish Gardens was any good, she’d never heard of it. Then again, Alexa was more into trendy cafes, particularly on the riverfronts, places she felt inspired her muse with views of the ships and people. The only times she’d dined at five-star restaurants in the last year had been the times she had accompanied ‘dear family friends’ her mother insisted she could not snub while in the area. Her mother was the only kept calling after Alexa had ignored her last six calls. She wished her father would stop telling her mother the new number each time she changed it. Daddy was a dear, but he was so clueless.
Her musings were interrupted by the Major suggesting they search somewhere else. Alexa had not found anything suspect in the ballroom, except, perhaps, the level of cleaning done by the maids. There was definitely dust on the impressive statues in the corners of the room.
"Ladies first?" the Major said, gesturing to the door to the dining room.
“If you insist,” Alexa said, walking in.
She scanned the room. It looked like the table had been partially cleared; the maids had likely halted their cleaning upon the news of their master’s death.
“I don’t know what we would find in here,” Alexa said. “We all saw him leave the room alive, and most of his company remained in this room until the housekeeper rounded them up for the unveiling of the sculpture.”
Regardless, she started to look around.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2013 20:38:08 GMT -5
Erika watched the bespectacled, dark-haired man join them. His name was Dr. Maize.
"I'm Erika," she said. "Erika Kendall. Um...right, investigating. How about we go to the library? It's right by here."
She felt weird doing this. Even when she was young she had never pretended to be a spy or anything.
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Post by downrightdude on Aug 4, 2013 20:41:45 GMT -5
After relieving himself from his upset stomach, Snaw trudged his way into the library and scanned the room with his crime-scanner watch. Unfortunately before he could read his gadget's data, he heard footsteps coming out of the room.
A voice! Snaw thought in alarm.
Without thinking, Snaw used his bungee-belt to catapult himself to the ceiling. Then he used his just sticky enough gloves to stick to the ceiling to keep him from being discovered by any of the other guests. Now, he waited..........waiting for anybody to step inside and not notice him.....
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Post by ♥ Azzie on Aug 4, 2013 20:56:38 GMT -5
Minerva listened to Hanna and her alarm grew. She was not at all sure what to make of this.
"Minerva, dear, my name is Minerva. Surely not all the police are incompetent! I've seen some do good..." She processed Hanna's words, and for the first time it occurred to her that the woman walking with her might not be entirely sane. She was quite frightened; perhaps she was walking with a murderer. But she dared not let on that she suspected anything, and kept walking.
She brightened when someone else approached. "Pleased to meet you. Dr. Cross, my name is Minerva Spencer. Ah, we're searching the shed to see if there might be anything we could use to defend ourselves, in case of another attack. Would you like to join us?"
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Post by Draco on Aug 4, 2013 21:15:10 GMT -5
Mori darts through the library, screaming the whole time. He runs past shelves of books unsure where to go. That is until he finds a nice corner. Within moments he has a small fort made of books and his blanket made. He hides in it, a small sign rests outside it.
"STAY OUT"
He was also lucky to find Woo had a decent manga collection. Which he now horded inside his fort and started to read.
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Post by Pixie on Aug 4, 2013 21:20:45 GMT -5
As soon as Brenda entered the ballroom, she removed her shoes and kept them in her hand. They were being far to troublesome to deal with, especially with the current crisis. The rediscovered sense of balance was welcomed, and the shoes could be used as improvised weapons in case the murderer was among her. This, she learned from the socialite who had spilled champagne on her dress. She walked around in her white over-the-knee socks, not even noticing as the soles of them turned gray. At this point the Russian noticed her glanced and questioned her about it.
"No, sir. I didn't think you were the killer." She said, a half-lie. She considered him a suspect, but had no evidence to ground it. He began to rant about the effects of money on the human morality. Had Mr. Woo been offed because he was rich? Money valued more than a precious human life. The thought made her stomach twist and she was glad she did not eat much at the dinner party.
One of the other women, Rochelle, related that she was a waitress at a fine establishment and would often serve Mr.Woo. That was something shared between the two ladies- servitude and a fondness for the murdered man. She had to agree with the praise she had for her master. Brenda's love was like a father-daughter bond, but Rochelle's seemed to run a little deeper. The memory of him brought out a fresh set of tears. It had been a good three years- thousands and thousands of hours of her afternoons spent in his service.
"No, he did not deserve it! HE WAS A GOOD MAN AND NOW THE WORLD IS ROBBED OF HIM!" She cried out in between gasps, burying her face into her apron. After a spell she picked herself up and began searching the room for clues as advised. The murderer would be found and made to suffer.
After she found nothing she went into the diving room, also as advised by the Russian man who's name she hadn't asked.
She was good at following orders.
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Post by Ted (the zombie Dalek) on Aug 4, 2013 23:27:21 GMT -5
Ah, superseded once again by others more flamboyant in their tastes. No matter. He wasn't here to impress anyone. He was here to... oh dear, how he'd miss him! But it wouldn't do to focus on the loss. He could grieve later. For now, there was a murderer to catch, and it appeared he would miss the train if he didn't act soon. Besides, in a room full of paranoid people, it's best to try and avoid drawing any kind of suspicion.
Dr. Medlis had taken two steps toward the middle of the study before suddenly the desk flipped and a young man he did not recognise darted out of the room at a surprising pace, screaming his head off. Marvin couldn't help himself; personal tutor mode kicked in and he sprinted as fast as was reasonable after the young man.
"Leave this to me!" he shouted behind him to the others. He may not have been the most renowned lecturer in the University, but he seemed to have a talent for talking to troubled or otherwise reluctant students. When he arrived at the Library and saw the smashed glass of the grandfather clock, he wondered if his decision had been more risky than he anticipated. However, he decided to continue, walking at a slower pace so as not to disturb the young fellow further. Marvin ambled his way through the shelves and stacks of books, careful to keep a calm pace despite his rapid pulse.
Suddenly he came upon what could only be described as some sort of bivouac made of books and a blanket. A "KEEP OUT" sign stood outside, which made Marvin smile in sympathy. He could remember being young, finding safe spots to hide and read, while everything else carried on as usual. Picking up one of the few books remaining on this section of shelf - a work entitled A History of Eastern Culture and Cuisine- Volume XIV - and sat down close to the boy's temporary shelter.
Finally some peace and quiet! It would be good to take his mind off the grisly events of the night for a while he thought, flicking open the book's cover and beginning to read.
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Post by Lizica on Aug 4, 2013 23:30:27 GMT -5
"But... it talked!" Obi returned his gaze to the piano; this time, he wore a freakish grin. "...and it said it's made of rock!"
He retrieved his pickaxe from hammerspace, beginning to twitch and chuckle.
"Huh, now he's holding a pickaxe."
"Do you think we should be worried about that?"
"Only if that thing's sharper than his wits!"
"DOHOHOho--...actually, maybe we should try to make an exit."
"Well, I can't reach the pedals. How do you start this thing?"
"I believe the piano starts with treble and bass clef."
"You fool, if that was all it took, we'd have been out of here ages ago!"
"Why's that?"
"This mansion is swarming with trouble, and everyone in it is plenty base!"
"DOHOHOHOHOHOHO!"
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Post by Avery on Aug 5, 2013 14:46:24 GMT -5
As Hanna and the elderly woman, who introduced herself as Minerva, crept towards the shed, a new person joined them. It was... the doctor, the one who had first informed Hanna of the nefarious nature of the shrimp. Hanna brightened a bit at the woman's presence. Oh yes, this Doctor Cross clearly knew about the mansion's evil plans! She was a good ally to have.
"Hello there - I hear we're supposed to be pairing into groups of threes or some nonsense."
Hanna nodded vigorously. "Yes, groups of three are the best defense against evil mansions. Too many, and the mansion simply picks off the weakest-- but with three, that is such a nice number! Now, we must rush that shed once we reach it, so that the mansion does not grow wise. No dilly-dallying, you see, or it will fight back. You must follow my lead, as I am the most well versed in the possible ways the mansion might try and harm us. Are both of you good with that?"
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Post by Kozma on Aug 5, 2013 15:16:05 GMT -5
"It was suggested that each group takes a room to investigate," Dean stated. "but I don't know which ones are taken yet. Where do you think we should go?"
"I'm Erika," Erika Greeted. "Erika Kendall. Um...right, investigating. How about we go to the library? It's right by here."
"I wouldn't mind going down to the library to investigate," Richard answered. "but first I'd like to find a phone to make sure that the police are on their way. There are a lot of crazy things going on in this mansion and I would feel a lot more comfortable if the authorities were here to maintain order and conduct a proper investigation. This place is far too chaotic for my liking and I fear that a lot of evidence will be disrupted or destroyed if it is allowed to continue."
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Post by Celestial on Aug 5, 2013 18:14:33 GMT -5
Sergei turned as he heard Rochelle begin to cry again. He stopped hunting around for clues in the dining Room and listened to how she knew Mr. Woo. He suddenly understood why she was so distressed at his death but all he could do was offer her a sympathetic smile and put a comforting arm around her shoulders. While it was nice to hug a pretty girl like that, Sergei knew that the last thing she needed was his flirting so he kept it just that, comforting. He pondered whether he should refill his glass from Rochelle's wine bottle but then decided that she needed the alcohol more, as good as it was.
"Sorry, must be difficult for you. But somebody as lovely as you shouldn't cry. We'll find whoever killed Mr. Woo, for you, dorogaya1," he smiled and pushed the wine to her. "Now you drink up. It help ease your sorrows and keep you warm."
Alexa up until this point had been keeping calm but Brenda, the maid, in response to Rochelle, bega crying too but not before an explosive outburst. Sergei sighed. He had seen men begin to break down like this and it was never good. There was only one solution before things got out of hand.
"Damy, damy 2, calm. We find nothing if we are not calm. Now," he looked around and saw the entrance to the kitchen. Keeping a brisk pace, Sergei walked into it and looked around. Food and drink in large quantities when it is needed would be stored in the most convenient place and that was here. It only took him a few minutes to find what he was looking for: a bottle of wine (he did not bother with the vintage, alcohol was alcohol) and some glasses, enough for the four of them.
He brought it out and put it down onto the table. He picked up the wine bottle and was happy to find that it was a screw-top so he did not have to break his teeth on it. Shortly, Sergei had opened the wine and set it down onto the table.
"I understand that you suspect me so I not pour your drink. But we need to stay focused. This will help calm everyone down. Take a glass, pour yourself some," he picked up his own glass and poured some wine into his own before taking a big gulp, tasting the wonderful alcohol flavour of the wine. It took him a few moments to realise that the gesture might be interpreted as a way to assure them that it was not poisoned. "Then if you want, we can check kitchen. But I want all you lovely girls to not panic. We will find whoever killed Mr. Woo."
1 Dear 2 Ladies
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Post by Kristykimmy on Aug 5, 2013 19:06:07 GMT -5
Alexa frowned, both the other women were crying again. She supposed that they had the right to be sad, but she wished they would save the grieving for until after the murderer had been unmasked. The maid was obviously suspicious of the major, and he knew this and was trying his best to be diplomatic in spite of that.
He came back into the room with four wine glasses, pouring one for himself and drinking it as he said, "I understand that you suspect me so I not pour your drink. But we need to stay focused. This will help calm everyone down. Take a glass, pour yourself some. Then if you want, we can check kitchen. But I want all you lovely girls to not panic. We will find whoever killed Mr. Woo."
Alexa picked up the wine bottle, it was a honey wine, but she wasn't enough of an expert to know if was good year. She poured two glasses and handed them to the other two women before pouring her own.
"All right, let's clear the air, shall we?" Alexa said. She pointed at the maid. "You suspect him. I suspect everyone in this mansion. You should suspect me. But, unless you have some evidence that the Major killed Mr. Woo, I think you should start being a little more civil." She took a sip of her wine. "Now, back to business, I think we are currently wasting our time. We should go back and ask to look at the body. We don't know how he died before being put in the ice, so we don't know what we are looking for. I doubt the murderer just left a bloody knife or a noose lying around for us to find."
She finished her wine, hoping they could get their acts together. Her plan had a double purpose. She knew the other women might object to her plan for emotional reasons, but if the Major rejected the idea, it might mean that he had something to hide and was leading them on a wild goose chase with this search.
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Post by Coaster on Aug 5, 2013 20:38:14 GMT -5
Completely ignorant of his young charge, who was doubtless off having fun somewhere back in the Lounge, Rob rose from where the chute had deposited him and headed out the door towards the garden. With any luck, it was deserted and, thus, prime real estate for gathering clues. Plus, he wanted to see how the paving stones were holding up; Woo had maliciously outsourced another group of perfectly flat rock quarriers to make the paving stones sometime before his demise, and he intended to gloat over their shoddy handiwork.
So, as he exited, he kept a nose downward, following the path as it led closely around the shed's corner--out of sight until the bend--toward its front door. However, he made no attempt to disguise his grumbling at the cracks the paving stones had weathered in such a short time.
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Post by downrightdude on Aug 5, 2013 21:21:36 GMT -5
What is that person doing with my manga books!!! Snaw thought angrily. He knew very well that those manga books, as well as everything else in Woo's mansion, was rightfully his now that Woo was killed by who-knows-who. Once he noticed a second person entering the library, Snaw growled and began to angrily swing himself form the ceiling in order to free himself from the grasp of his just sticky enough gloves.
Once the gloves began to slip off the ground, Snaw landed towards the ground and quickly took all of the manga books from the library and stuffed them inside his jet-pack backpack. "How dare you steal from Miss Neopia!" Snaw exclaimed. "You know if I still had my Enchantix powers, I would immediately use my fairy dust to destroy you!"
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