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Post by Draco on Aug 5, 2013 21:50:51 GMT -5
Mori was content with his manga. He was calm in his little fort. He could stay here forever this way. However something else had to happen to him. Mori's books have disappeared before his eyes. His fort destroyed. Two people stood in front of him, one saying insane things. In a panic Mori grabbed his blanket and ran, right at the one talking, running him over as he ran away screaming.
Mori runs down the stairs into the basement and hides himself in a corner.
"Why does there need to be so many weirdos in this house? WHY?"
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Post by downrightdude on Aug 5, 2013 22:05:08 GMT -5
Snaw shrieked as he got up. "MY FACE! MY PERFECTLY PERFECT FACE HAS BEEN SOILED BY THE FOOTPRINTS OF EVIL!!!"
Without thinking, Snaw began to apply various layers of makeup into his partly-bruised face. Just the nerve of that.......that thief made Snaw furious!! Why had he trampled him with his ugly unfashionable boots? Hadn't the stranger know that it was strictly illegal to deface the beautiful Snaw?
After his make-up was done and various skin moisturizers were also applied, Snaw ran out of the library and towards the bathroom, where he threw up again in the toilet. Why was Snaw suddenly feeling so sick? Was it because of his face injuries? Suddenly Snaw remembered the sugar cookies he had eaten: somebody had tainted them! But why? Who would want to taint Miss Neopia with poison?
Perhaps the person had wanted to poison Woo! Snaw realized at once. But why would a murderer want to kill Woo and give me all of his stuff?
Not wanting to stay in the tiny bathroom any long, Snaw left the bathroom and scanned the area for the creep that ruined his face. Surely he would pay in a WOOHP cell once he has been caught......
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Post by Draco on Aug 5, 2013 22:10:33 GMT -5
((jokes on you, Mori wears no shoes!))
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Post by Terra on Aug 5, 2013 22:17:13 GMT -5
Geoffrey was not all that enthusiastic about the idea of joining a group to investigate. With everyone splitting up, the narrator would have more to narrate than ever, and he was probably going to get a headache from listening to all that. He was extremely tempted to go and hide in the bathroom or something, somewhere that he could just curl up cover his ears and pretend he couldn’t hear any voice inside his head -
“Why, Geoffrey! What are you doing just standing there? You ought to socialize!”
Dr. Grunkle had sidled up to Geoffrey, a glass of red wine in hand and a strained smile on her face.
“Oh, hello, Dr. Grunkle,” Geoffrey mumbled. He’d almost forgotten she was there - amazing, really.
“Yes, yes, why don’t we join that wonderfully handsome prince over there?” said Dr. Grunkle, as if she hadn’t even noticed Geoffrey speak. “Or we could talk to that lovely Russian man! He seems exceptionally charming, don’t you think?”
Geoffrey stared at her, nonplussed.
Dr. Grunkle stiffened slightly as she realized how unprofessional that comment had been.
“Ah, ahem, yes,” said Dr. Grunkle. “You ought to go and talk to them, or with anyone else, really...though you might want to avoid that comics geek who was hiding under the table. Really, I thought Superman and all that had gone out of style...”
Geoffrey didn’t have the heart to tell her that whatever Mori was reading was certainly not Superman.
“Come on!” said Dr. Grunkle, shaking his arm; Geoffrey’s hand flapped around limply. “Don’t just stand there silently, go and talk to someone! Preferably someone respectable!”
“Uh, uh, okay,” said Geoffrey. He looked around frantically for someone he might be able to get up the nerve to talk to. Certainly not either of the people Grunkle had mentioned, or that Alexa girl; the group with the singer and the archaeologist and the former personal assistant seemed the most tolerable, probably. But would they be okay with anyone else joining them...?
But when he looked around, he honestly couldn’t think of anyone else he didn’t find entirely intimidating.
He cautiously approached them and stood behind them for a solid fifteen seconds before waving timidly and saying, “Uh, hey. Can - can I join you? Maybe?”
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Post by downrightdude on Aug 5, 2013 22:33:02 GMT -5
((jokes on you, Mori wears no shoes!)) ----------- (( You still damaged my face!))
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2013 7:38:23 GMT -5
"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."
"I don't even want to be here anymore," Erika admitted. "But that prince insisted I stay." She sighed.
She didn't know where to find a phone.
"Maybe there's a phone here? It is the study, after all."
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Post by Avery on Aug 6, 2013 14:09:23 GMT -5
While some party-goers investigated the death as per instructed by the household staff, others decided they wanted to take a more pragmatic approach-- that is to say, phone the dang police. The leader of this camp seemed to be one Dr. Richard Maize, who tried to rally support with limited success; frustrated, he finally stalked off in search of a phone to call the police himself.
But the first phone he found-- on the wall in the hall-- had a dead dial tone. Huh, that was strange. Perhaps it was disconnected? He then proceeded to the lounge, whereupon he discovered another phone: an old rotary style, on a side table. He picked it up and placed the receiver to his ear. Nothing.
He returned to his previous whereabouts and announced to those around him, "Everyone, look for phones. See if any of them work. Let's reconvene here in ten minutes."
But upon regathering ten minutes later, at which point the guests had tested every phone in the house, it became clear that none of them worked.
"But that makes no sense!" said Miss Macy. "Woo always pays his phone bill on time."
"The killer must have the cut the phone line," murmured one of the guests. "They knew we'd try to call-- so they cut the line!"
"It must be," sighed Miss Macy.
"We could just use cell phones," suggested Maize. "Surely someone here has a phone."
"Oh, no, that'll never work," Miss Macy said dismissively. "This manor is up too high on a hill-- too rural-- there is no cell service here."
"Well then," Maize said, "I suppose one of us will simply have to leave and phone the police from elsewhere."
"NO!" Macy rejoindered. "No one leaves this mansion: I was clear on that part before. Everyone must stay here! The killer is is still in this house somewhere, and if we were to simply let people go? Why, they'd escape!" She shook her head vigorously. "No. The phone lines may be dead, but between us all, I believe we can solve this death. But let's perhaps be a little more organized now than before. Here, I shall send the staff out to collect everyone from the various places they've ended up. Then... then... oh, I know!" She smiled far too brightly. "For safety purposes-- so that no one is alone, lest the killer decide he or she wishes to murder again-- I will divvy you all up into groups of three. Buddies, you see! And then each group can put their heads together and investigate as a unit! Why, with so many teams, the murder will be solved in the blink of an eye! It will almost be like a contest!" She clapped her hands joyfully. "Oh, yes, a contest! And the winners will-- will-- get Mister Woo's fortune! I'm the executor of his estate, you see. Oh, I know Snaw claimed to 'find' a will, but that was phony! No, it is I who is in charge, and in my opinion, whomever solves the death deserves the estate! The mansion, it will all be yours. Oh, yes, this is so exciting!"
If anyone was put off by Macy's exuberance, they didn't say anything-- because clearly the head of household was not quite all there, and had perhaps gone a bit manic with the death of her employer. Therefore, arguing with her, the guests decided, would lead to... nowhere. And she did have a point, sort of: there was safety in numbers. Not to mention, the idea of inheriting Woo's fortune was sort of awesome.
So no one protested too much as Macy led them all back to the hall as the rest of the staff rounded up stragglers. Once everyone was gathered, Macy feverishly paired people off, organizing them into trios. And then the race to find the killer, and weapon, and guilty room, kicked into high gear!M'kay, scenario time. If you played Mafia, think of this like-- being up in the attic, or the run-in with Aaron Bear and Monica. If you didn't play Mafia, it's simple: scenarios are a way to sort of structure the RP, and stop the plot from falling apart. In this case, the 'scenario' is, well, as outlined by Macy. It's not a super strict thing, just a general 'plot' to go off. It will last probably about 3-5 days, at which point another Narrator post will again provide a 'cut scene', etc. All official players are being sorted into teams. If you're an NPC, feel free to 'create' your own team. ;D The teams are, as determined by random number picker, as follows: 1. Prince Stal, Alexa Marie Oswald, Hanna Delaney, 2. Rochelle LeMarque, Geoffrey Delaney, Scarlett Cross 3. Erika Aradia Kendall, Snaw Van Peacock, Manuel Adventure 4. Dr. Marvin Medilis, Lavendar Fairweather, Y.T. Cado 5. Minerva Spencer, Vincent Gladstone, Mori Hikiko 6. Sergei Belkov, Dean Williams, Dr. Richard Maize
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Post by ♥ Azzie on Aug 6, 2013 14:40:56 GMT -5
Minerva looked around with alarm. She was, admittedly, glad to be away from the strange girl of dubious mental state, but she was now surrounded by people she didn't know. Still, she thought, it was best to be polite.
"Hello, gentlemen. It's very nice to meet you." She held out her hand to shake.
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Post by Kristykimmy on Aug 6, 2013 15:06:10 GMT -5
Alexa hardly had time to finish her wine, and there was no time for anyone to respond to her before a servant showed up in the dining room and insisted they come back to the hall. Miss Macy was sorting people into teams of three to hunt down clues about the murder. She was also offering Mr. Woo's estate to whomever figured it out. Alexa wouldn't mind inheriting the estate, she decided. Daddy would help her invest the money properly, and then she wouldn't have to listen to her younger brother complain about her dependency on their father. Like he was putting himself through med school on his own dime.
She was led to her team by Miss Macy. Along the way, Miss Macy grabbed Hanna Delaney and led them to Prince Stal. She left them together, and Alexa felt like she had died a little inside. She really had to be paired with these two? The batty girl and the arrogant prince? She was glad that her skirt was much too tight to be expected to curtsy. Did they still expect curtsies, she wondered.
"Well, this is unexpected," Alexa said. "We should get the introductions out of the way before anything else, I suppose. I am Alexa Marie Oswald, daughter of Barton Oswald, the oil baron. I know you are Prince Stal of some country that has ponies, or something to that effect." She turned to Hanna. "And you are one of the Delaneys. We have many mutual acquaintances. I'm afraid I never caught your first name."
Alexa tried to smile something that looked genuine. She might now be in the company of her peers again, but she was certain she would wind up missing the hysterics of the hostess and maid and the levelheadedness of the major before long. The girl had a wild look in her eyes.
"Please let the crazy girl keep her talk of haunted houses to a minimum. I can take the arrogance for so long, but I don't know about the crazy. I am never 'representing the family' ever again. Mother better be grateful," Alexa thought.
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Post by Kozma on Aug 6, 2013 15:32:31 GMT -5
One one hand, Richard was not too happy that the phone line was cut, making it impossible to call the police. On the other hand, he was glad that Miss Macy started getting this chaotic investigation under control. While he would have preferred to have the police do all the work, he decided that having the guests try to solve the murder might be the best approach given the current situation. Hopefully the killer would be properly identified and subdued, then Miss Macy would let someone leave the mansion to notify the police. Richard also hoped that no critical evidence would be destroyed from all these untrained detectives.
What really got Richard's attention was the reward. He didn't particularly care for the mansion itself, but Mr. Woo's fortune would most certainly help fund a lot of the archeological digs Richard wanted to do. Even more important were all the books in the library. Mr Woo had a vast collection of historical tomes that Richard would have liked to get his hands on; including those that he was eager to read all evening.
As Miss Macy groups all the guests into trios, Richard found himself grouped with a familiar friend; Dean. They were also grouped with Major Sergei Belkov.
"Hello, Major Belkov," Richard greeted. "It's nice to have you in our group."
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Post by Avery on Aug 6, 2013 15:58:22 GMT -5
Hanna, Minerva, and Cross were just steps away from entering the shed when, out of nowhere, one of the house staff appeared and insisted the lot of them come to the hall. Hanna's first instinct was to ignore this request and charge on! After all, she needed to arm herself, darnit. Then, however, Minerva and Cross willingly began off with the staffer, and Hanna realised that if she didn't come, too, she would be left all alone. Alone! That was the worst possible state to be in! Alone, the mansion would murder her in seconds.
So Hanna grudgingly accompanied Cross, Spencer, and the staffer back into the hall-- where she found the entirety of the party-goers gathered, and Macy deliriously announcing a contest to find the killer. Before she knew it, Hanna had been paired off with the nasty Alexa Oswald, whom she knew of but did not actually know, and the sensitive, clever, wall-mannered, considerate, passionate, charming, kind as he was handsome, heir to the throne, Stal. She was thrilled with neither partner, although she was immensely grateful that she did not get stuck with Geoffrey or Grunkle. Speaking of Grunkle, the woman was now tottering about very unsteadily and babbling at light speed about... boats? Drunk as a skunk. On the one hand, this pleased Hanna, because once she told Papa after the party-- assuming she survived the party, which was iffy-- he would fire the old lout. Being drunk on the job, after all, was unacceptable. On the other hand, while she disliked Grunkle the Drunkle, the woman's inebriated state left her vulnerable to the nefarious mansion and its plans. And Hanna didn't want the therapist dead. Oh well, she decided. Grunkle was not her problem anymore, given that the therapist had been hastily drafted to form a team with one of the maids and a kitchen staffer.
"And you are one of the Delaneys. We have many mutual acquaintances. I'm afraid I never caught your first name."
Alexa's statement snapped Hanna from her brooding. She turned to the redhead.
"I'm Hanna," she muttered. "And this is all very stupid, as it's obvious who did it: the mansion, using the mansion, in the mansion! I mean, if Macy just let us melt that statue, it would all become very obvious, you know."
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Post by Draco on Aug 6, 2013 16:40:15 GMT -5
Mori was hiding in the basement, behind some boxes, talking to his friend when staffers appeared out of nowhere (from the shadows? Pretty sure one came out of a box), and dragged him back upstairs kicking and screaming. Soon he was back with the "party" and hiding behind several of them with his blanket covering his head. To make things worse, now they were being grouped together? He looked at his two "partners" a little displeased. One, a older woman, seemed pretty normal, but being part of this group meant she was a weirdo like the rest. The other he looked at and had a moment of wondering... " Will my hair be like that when I'm older? Nah, I'll die before then..." Listening to the conversation he heard about how the cell phones wouldn't work. However, he remembers using his without any issues. He checks his limited edition phone (only 12 were made) that was based on a anime series he enjoyed. Yep, still had full bars on everything. He decided to keep it a secret... He remained silent peering out from under his blanket.
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Post by Celestial on Aug 6, 2013 17:13:41 GMT -5
Sergei sipped the wine (it was probably the best of the wine he had so far. Good on Mr. Woo to save the best until last) as he listened to Alexa's plan. The girl had a good head on her shoulders, he admitted that quite readily. The only thing he was worried about was how the other women would react. Teo were already crying quite steadily and both clearly had strong emotional attachments to Mr. Woo. Those were dangerous.
"I agree, we should search," he said and turned to Brenda and Rochelle, giving them a kind smile, "But you shouldn't go if you no want to face the body. I do not want you to cry more."
He poured himself some more wine, wanting to save the women from being too tipsy since the last thing he needed was to have them stumbling about drunkenly while there was a murderer present. So he did the most noble thing he could and that was to drink most of it himself, leaving half the bottle for the others, just enough to let them relax. He wiped his moustache with a hankerchief, careful to keep it luxurious and polished. He needed it with all these lovely ladies around.
Just then, however, somebody decided to do the sensible thing and call the police. Sergei never had much faith in the police so he simply waited as everyone else scrambled around him. However, they had no luck. The phone lines were all dead. So Miss Macy did the sensible, logical thing and that was to offer Mr. Woo's fortune to the person who found the killer.
Sergei's reaction to this was detached disinterest. He really could not care less about Mr. Woo's fortune or mansion, he wouldn't be able to keep it anyway when he went home. Besides, he was perfectly happy as he was. However, the prospect of getting into other groups excited him. Yes, he had grown attached to all of the lovely girls in his group but it was time to meet a few more. So he straightened up his uniform and moustache, making himself look good. When Miss Macy came over to him and dragged him by the arm, he did not resist.
But to his even greater dismay, there were no women in his group. Instead there was the doctor (not even the medival kind) and the personal assistant. Yet Sergei was never one to complain or waste an opportunity. He'd gotten used to spending time with large groups of men, this would be no different. And they needed a strong leader.
"Dr. Maize," he saluted the man and turned to the assistant. "And you are...Tovarish Williams?" he spread his arms. "We must not waste time then! The killer is still here and we must look around! So, what you find during your search?"
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Post by icon on Aug 6, 2013 18:37:59 GMT -5
"Alright, which of you wise guys moved the piano out of the hall? Seriously, folks, that thing is incredibly pricey, don't just drag it wherever you please!"
Blast! Monty could have sworn as he was wheeled back into the hall by several staff members and rotated into position. Would it have killed them to give him a bit more time to find someone with some bloody knowledge of the occult around here? Just a smidge more time would have been sufficient, too...
His mental tirade was cut short by the words of Miss Macy- whoever found out the details of W.E. Woo's death would inherit his fortune... surely with that much money, Monty would be able to find a way to return to his corporeal state!
He opened and shut his piano lid a few times, then twiddled a few of his keys to get the attention of the two statues on top of his case. "Psst, Standoly, Wattlorf, whatever your names are. You two by chance interested in that prize?"
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2013 18:45:29 GMT -5
"Hey! Wait!"
Erika did not want to be cut into a trio. She was quite suspicious of this Macy character one she'd divided everyone up.
"I'm Erika Kendall," she sighed. She kept switching groups and thus had to repeat these words for the umpteenth time.
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