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Post by icon on Aug 10, 2013 1:17:30 GMT -5
Monty rolled through the library with all the subtle elegance and grace of a six-hundred pound mass of metal and wood. While he couldn't see anywhere he was going, he was still somewhat able to detect the direction he was travelling. It must come with being part of the property.
It was at this point that he realized it a mite surprising that a sentient piano and two talking busts were able to move so freely around the mansion. Surely someone would have found that a bit pear-shaped? Oh well, chalk it up to another case of obscure supernatural entities at work.
Ooh, Monty thought as he traversed one of the library's far aisles, hadn't recalled this door being open before. He rumbled halfway through the entrance, noting a sudden draft and faint humming noises. This must lead to the basement, then. There might be some clues here, if only we could get down...
"Hey, Standoof, Wallnerd, how do you lot feel about stairs?"
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Post by Coaster on Aug 10, 2013 1:26:59 GMT -5
Of course. Obi had knocked loose a sprocket at the sight of perfectly good stone, and now he had to go and get repaired.
Preferably quickly, or the cackle track would continue to play incessantly as it already was. Thankfully, most of the guests were conspicuously non-crowded by now, and he didn't have many run-ins along the way.
Rob sought out the nearest hired help, clutching this pile of cackling metal under his armpit. One was nearby: a maid--Brenda, if he remembered correctly--and so he inquired as to the whereabouts of the nearest repair station. And whether there was indeed a talking piano and bust set in the mansion--Mr. Woo admittedly did have very peculiar tastes, in an entirely insulting way.
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Post by Draco on Aug 10, 2013 17:22:05 GMT -5
Mori, still not sure why he must be in a GROUP of all things. Lays on the ground, wishing for this day to just end. Or at least get somewhere less crowded.
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Post by ♥ Azzie on Aug 10, 2013 17:44:41 GMT -5
Minerva looked around, rather confused. Her groupmates had remained largely quiet, and she looked uneasily toward the housekeeper.
"Well, I think I'll go look for clues about this murder. Would anyone like to help?"
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Post by Draco on Aug 10, 2013 18:01:36 GMT -5
Mori only mumbles un-audible words to himself in response. He begins to rock back and forth on the floor.
He tries to remember the time him and his friend went to a amusement park back in high school. They were having fun. They even stopped a bunch of punks hitting on some girls... Of course the only true part of the story was Mori going to high school. The friend part was even fake. Sort of.
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Post by Terra on Aug 10, 2013 20:56:55 GMT -5
She was paired with a guy who looked a lot like Hanna and apparently also had not eaten any of the contaminated shellfish. She didn't know about the other woman. "Yes, let's investigate," she said to Geoffrey. "I can't believe it hasn't occurred to me until now, but we ought to check the kitchen. Lots of dangerous things - and foods - in that kitchen."
“I do not look like Hanna,” Geoffrey blurted out.
Then he froze. She hadn’t said that, had she. It had been the narrator, hadn’t it.
She was totally going to think he was crazy now, wasn’t she.
“Uh I mean the kitchen, yes, very dangerous, we must investigate, look at all the very dangerous implements in that kitchen, yes, let’s go do that, see what we find, yes, yes, yes...”
He looked at Rochelle frantically, hoping she would say something.
“Come on!” he said. “Let’s hurry up already! For your one true love or something, right -”
He stopped. Was he supposed to know that?
Oh, God - “LET’S JUST GO, OKAY,” he shouted, grabbing both Cross and Rochelle by their hands to drag them toward the kitchen (or, at least the direction he hoped was toward the kitchen).
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Post by Avery on Aug 10, 2013 21:04:15 GMT -5
When Alexa tossed Hanna's drill into the passage next to the evil mansion bear, it took all of Hanna's willpower to keep from decking the woman. She took a deep breath instead and counted to three, as Grunkle had taught her to do in therapy when things angered her (one of the few useful things Grunkle had ever told Hanna). That did not, however, stop Hanna's cheeks from blazing red as hot coals as Prince Stal babbled to Alexa (who had apologized in a very insincere sort of way) about what they ought to do next.
"...Hanna, are you doing okay?" "
She turned to the prince. "No. I am not doing ok. That redhead just threw my drill next to that vicious spawn of Satan. Bears are not sweet. Especially not ones in mansions. They are necessarily evil." Glowering, Hanna dug out one of the screwdrivers she'd pocketed and leveled it at Prince Stal. "Either you dispatch the beast, or I will. I AM NOT KIDDING. I DO NOT WANT TO EXPLORE. THIS MANSION IS TRYING TO KILL US AND. I. WANT. OUT. RIGHT NO--"
"HANNA ROBERT LEEANN DELANEY!" a slurred voice squealed from the doorway of the shed.
Hanna whirled in fright and found... an extremely drunk Grunkle, accompanied by two household staffers (her assigned group). The therapist had a bottle of wine clutched in one hand and was missing a shoe. Her brown hair had fallen out of its normally severe bun and hung in frenetic curls at her shoulders.
"Dr. Grunkle," Hanna muttered back.
"W-what are you--" hic "-- doing? Rambling about the mansion? I-I thought you... knew that uh, mansions aren't-- aren't--" Drunkle giggled, then looked at Stal and his mansion beast. "A p-puppy!" Drunkle squeaked, tottering towards it. "I l-love puppies!"
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Post by Kristykimmy on Aug 10, 2013 22:16:09 GMT -5
"...Hanna, are you doing okay?" Prince Stal asked.
"No. I am not doing ok. That redhead just threw my drill next to that vicious spawn of Satan. Bears are not sweet. Especially not ones in mansions. They are necessarily evil." Hanna spewed as she dug out one of the screwdrivers she'd pocketed and leveled it at Prince Stal.
Alexa cautiously began to reach for the hedge clippers as Hanna continued. "Either you dispatch the beast, or I will. I AM NOT KIDDING. I DO NOT WANT TO EXPLORE. THIS MANSION IS TRYING TO KILL US AND. I. WANT. OUT. RIGHT NO--"
However, before it go violent they were interrupted by a voice from the doorway shouting Hanna's name in a very slurred manner. Alexa looked over and realized it was Hanna's doctor. The woman was clearly drunk, her hair now loose and missing a shoe. Her appearance seemed to calm Hanna a little.
"W-what are you--" hic "-- doing? Rambling about the mansion? I-I thought you... knew that uh, mansions aren't-- aren't--" the woman giggled, and then looked at Stal and the Err Bear. "A p-puppy! I l-love puppies!"
Alexa had had enough, dignity and decorum be darned. She stepped up next to Stal and grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down so she could whisper in his ear.
"Look, I will do whatever groveling or throwing myself at you I have to to appease your vanity, just get me away from these lunatics," she hissed. "That girl is going to kill one or both of us, or the bear, and I'd really rather not get murdered or get blood on my dress. I've bloody well had enough of this. Please, I'm appealing to your princely sense of honor, I'm a damsel in distress here."
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Post by Avery on Aug 11, 2013 0:14:47 GMT -5
(( Narrator Note: Please check the 'leader board' post for a new feature. ))
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Post by Stal on Aug 11, 2013 2:15:47 GMT -5
"Look, I will do whatever groveling or throwing myself at you I have to to appease your vanity, just get me away from these lunatics," she hissed. "That girl is going to kill one or both of us, or the bear, and I'd really rather not get murdered or get blood on my dress. I've bloody well had enough of this. Please, I'm appealing to your princely sense of honor, I'm a damsel in distress here."
Prince Stal surveyed the scene, and looked down at Barry the Err Bear. "Yes, my dear, we are inclined to agree with you. Please, step back into the passage." Prince Stal and the err bear slowly backed into it themselves, waiting for Alyssa to move forward into the passage with him and then triggered the door closing behind them.
"I think that girl has some issues she needs to work out."
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Post by Kristykimmy on Aug 11, 2013 12:19:40 GMT -5
"Yes, my dear, we are inclined to agree with you. Please, step back into the passage." Prince Stal said as he and the bear backed into the passage. Alexa hurried in and he closed the trap down behind them. "I think that girl has some issues she needs to work out," Prince commented.
"That is the understatement on the century," Alexa replied.
She put her hand against the wall, it was dark in the passage so she figured she would need to feel her way down.
"We should probably move along. I wouldn't put it past Hanna to decide we're agents of the evil mansion and pursue us with a vengeance and sharp garden implements."
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Post by Avery on Aug 11, 2013 14:23:12 GMT -5
No one was cooperating.
No one was cooperating!
Miss Macy stalked angrily through the mansion, scurrying from team to team, and hoping to find that they were all working splendidly together to solve the death of her boss, Woo. But they were not! Instead, a quarter of them were drunk and useless, a solid half were silent as mice, and the other quarter-- instead of cooperating-- were arguing and stabbing buildings. She'd hoped that the tantalizing offer of Woo's estate would lead to progress-- to kumbaya and bliss!-- but no, it had not.
Time for plan B!
"Back to the hall, back to the hall!" she barked at all the groups, collecting them from their various places. "You are all terrible investigators, you know!"
Once she'd collected the entirety of the party, she glared at them silently for quite some time, trying to make them squirm. Oh, they deserved to squirm! How dare they squabble and drink whilst her boss was entombed in the sculpture of a water fowl! So she glared, glared, glared, until everyone was sweating and nervous. And only then did she address them:
"Well, apparently no one really wants Woo's estate. Cavorting with his sweet err bear! Stabbing the shed! Rambling about NARRATORS! So, we shall have to change tactics here."
"What about the police?" suggested Richard Maize. "I still could go and drive off and call the poli--"
"NO POLICE!" shrieked Macy. "No. Instead, we will all go down to the basement. ALL OF US. Because it is large enough for the lot of us, you see. And then I will have my head of housekeeping staff lock the door from the outside. And then no one leaves until the murder is solved! Yes! This is perfect!" She clapped wildly. "Oh yes, with everyone together, and no booze, it will go so splendidly! The murderer will become nervous, and confess, or someone can beat the confession out of them, or-- or-- oh yes! We will have MANDATORY TALKING! No more staying silent in hopes that it casts suspicion off you! Now, down to the basement! OOOH! And in the basement, we shall have... a trial! Everyone must explain why it could not be them! And accusations can fly! AND WE WILL FIND WOO'S KILLER!"
"I'm not going into any basement," grumbled one of the party-goers.
"Anyone who refuses," Macy said, "is clearly guilty, and shall be SHOT."
"You can't shoot us!"
"Shooting a murderer is perfectly acceptable!" shrilled Macy. "And do you really want to TEST ME, hmmmm?"
No one did want to test her, on account of the fact that she was flipping crazy. So down to the basement the party-goers went. All of them, save for one, hoped that indeed Woo's killer would be found very, very soon.M'kay. I've decided to incentivize posting in this following manner: now that we have our winner, you can begin trading RP posts for cards in your quest for second place, or third place, or just-- the solution. Clearly, this not an open invitation to spam. There is a cap: for this first day (August 11th), you may receive 2 cards, of different types (e.g., not two rooms, two weapons, etc.). After today, you can receive up to one card per day. Once you have made a well-thought out, productive, in-context post, PM me with what type of card you would like. I will then randomly select a card from the category that you, personally, do not have in your hand, and issue it to you. I trust people not to just post one-liners for their card; and if I don't think a post is really doing anything (e.g., just an out-of-context two-liner) I won't give out a card. I don't anticipate having to do this... as long as your post is on topic and adequately long (e.g, a paragraph or two minimum), everything should be fine. Obviously, this offer is for new posts only (made AFTER this post). So get posting! Lob accusations! Explain why CLEARLY you did not murder Woo-- but that guy did!
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Post by Kristykimmy on Aug 11, 2013 14:39:09 GMT -5
Alexa was scared half to death by a servant coming up the tunnel and insisting that she and Stal return to the Hall. She did as ordered, glad for more company and a safe place after the insanity that had just gone on in the shed.
However, when they got there, she found that Hanna and company were already in the hall. She looked around at the crush of people, wondering what Miss Macy had in mind this time.
Someone suggested trying to get the police, and that pushed Miss Macy over the edge.
"NO POLICE!" shrieked Macy. "No. Instead, we will all go down to the basement. ALL OF US. Because it is large enough for the lot of us, you see. And then I will have my head of housekeeping staff lock the door from the outside. And then no one leaves until the murder is solved! Yes! This is perfect!" She clapped wildly. "Oh yes, with everyone together, and no booze, it will go so splendidly! The murderer will become nervous, and confess, or someone can beat the confession out of them, or-- or-- oh yes! We will have MANDATORY TALKING! No more staying silent in hopes that it casts suspicion off you! Now, down to the basement! OOOH! And in the basement, we shall have... a trial! Everyone must explain why it could not be them! And accusations can fly! AND WE WILL FIND WOO'S KILLER!"
"We can't go down to the basement. If we trap the murderer in a situation like that, they might start killing at random!" Alexa protested, though only one of many in the noise of voices.
"Anyone who refuses," Macy said, "is clearly guilty, and shall be SHOT."
"You can't shoot us!"
"Shooting a murderer is perfectly acceptable!" shrilled Macy. "And do you really want to TEST ME, hmmmm?"
"She's insane. Everyone in this bloody mansion is insane!" Alexa gasped.
The mansion staff started herding them to the basement. Alexa grabbed Stal's arm, determined to stay with someone who seemed reasonably stable. She knew it was entirely possible he was the murderer, but she was willing to take that chance.
Alexa gathered her dignity enough not to start crying. All she had wanted was to get out of the party as soon as possible so she could work on the paintings she had left in her hotel room, and now she was wondering if any of them were going to get out of there alive.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 11, 2013 14:42:29 GMT -5
((OOC: Um, do I still have to guess if someone already won?))
Erika reluctantly went down into the basement. She was certain that it wasn't legal to threaten to kill someone unless they agreed to be imprisoned, but she wasn't arguing with that crazy maid.
She would have to say something as to why she was innocent if she wanted to escape. She thought Snaw Van Peacock had acted pretty suspicious, but he had seen a fingerprint that was not his own. She did not know at all who out of these people would want to murder W. E. Woo. The prince was already rich; she doubted it was him.
Then something hit her. Yes, that was it. The girl who acted scared of the mansion - it was a perfect diversionary tactic! Erika didn't know if she was right, but she, like everyone else, wanted to get out of here.
"Um...listen," she said in a tone that wasn't really commanding at all. "I think it was that girl who's acting scared of this mansion. It seems to me that a murderer would want to put up that kind of pretense to pull suspicion away from themselves!"
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Post by Avery on Aug 11, 2013 14:43:49 GMT -5
(( You do not HAVE to guess. But if you were to get it today, you would tie for first. Otherwise, we're still playing for 2nd place, 3rd place, etc. ))
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