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Post by Stal on Aug 3, 2013 21:40:30 GMT -5
((OOC: Carrie, I might not have been very clear but my character did interact with yours)) ((She was already out in the garden, she ran out there before we moved into the Study))
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Post by Kristykimmy on Aug 3, 2013 22:12:53 GMT -5
Rochelle seemed to be working hard to pull herself together.
"My name is Rochelle. Rochelle LeMarque. Who are you two?" she asked.
"I am the daughter of Barton Oswald, the oil baron. I am an artist," Alexa replied. "How do you know Mr. Woo? You seem like you must have been close. I'm terribly sorry about his death, he was a," she tried not to cringe as she used her mother's favorite phrase, "a dear family friend."
She looked around the room, noticing that the batty Delaney girl was gone, but that her brother remained. She found it hard to suspect the Delaney girl, but the brother might be a good candidate. Crazy, but able to control it somewhat in public. What about the strange men who had been under the table, the pale one was missing. He could have killed Mr. Woo and then fled without anyone really noticing.
"I don't suppose either of you have an idea why Woo would be murdered?" Alexa asked her companions. "Or by whom?"
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Post by Draco on Aug 3, 2013 22:53:16 GMT -5
Mori becomes quiet when he hears the door of the study open. He pushes him as far as he could under the desk, and makes sure he's covered well. Why did they have to come in this room? There were plenty of other rooms to go to. Why here? Why now? He knew he should have hid inside that shed...
"Be quiet, they'll find us!"
Silence.
"I mean it, I don't want to be found!"
Silence..
"This is not the time to bring up that time at the amusement park!"
Silence...
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Post by Ginz ❤ on Aug 4, 2013 3:03:23 GMT -5
Dean made his way back to the hall with a few minutes to spare before the grand unveiling, and then he waited.
The sculpture was wheeled out right on time, but Mr. Woo was nowhere to be seen. Then came the reveal of the magnificent ice swan, complete with the body of Mr. Woo trapped inside, murdered.
Dean was completely shocked. He had just talked about his interest for mystery movies to Dr. Maize, and being honest, he had always wondered what it’d be like to be in one of them. He thought it would be pretty cool and exciting. He was starting to understand what people meant when they said to be careful what you wish for.
"Chain shut the front door. No one leaves this house, not with a murderer among us! We cannot remove Woo from the statue, so we shall have to solve his grisly death another way!"
“What?” He said out loud, but no one was paying attention to him. If he had learned anything from the movies he liked so much was that locking everyone in was a terrible idea. It was true that it prevented the murderer from escaping, but it also left everyone trapped with them. What if the murdered decided killing Mr. Woo wasn’t enough? Apparently he hasn’t the only one who thought of that.
"WE. ARE. ALL. GOING. TO. DIE. WOO WAS JUST THE FIRST!"
The girl who shouted that promply made her way outside, into the garden, with an elderly lady.
There was a lot going on. Someone even fainted. Dean was feeling kind of numb about it all, like he was both there and wasn’t at the same time. A lot of things were said by different people, but he hardly caught any of it.
A lot of the party guests were moving into the study, and Dean decided to follow them. He wanted to avoid being alone at all costs. He knew being alone could make him a pretty good target. He walked in as Prince Stal started talking.
"That is exactly what we are going to do." Prince Stal surveyed the anxious crowd and tried to command their attention. "Look here everyone! There is a murderer in our midsts! I would tell you all to pair up with someone, but you might be pairing with a murderer. So, get in groups of three, everyone should take a different room. Start looking for evidence. Things that may have been the murder weapon! Or clues as to why Woo was encased in his sculpture..."
That… was actually a good idea. Groups were already starting to form. Dean looked around nervously for others to join. He wondered if Dr. Maize was around, since he was the only one who had been nice to him so far, but maybe he should be meeting other people too. He knew he probably looked like a deer caught in the headlights, but how else was he supposed to look after a murder had just taken place?
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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2013 11:40:32 GMT -5
Having been unable to find the scared girl, Erika then wandered towards a young, brown-haired man in a blue shirt with glasses. He looked very shocked.
"Excuse me," she asked, "but might I join you?"
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Post by Celestial on Aug 4, 2013 14:12:52 GMT -5
The young woman (all women were young when you reached Sergei's age) who had needed the wine seemed to have calmed down and followed him into the ballroom. He took the bottle from her and took a drink before giving it back, smiling kindly at her.
"Major Sergei Belkov but you may just call me Sergei," he said and kissed her hand before leading them all into the ballroom. As they did, he noticed the maid, Brenda, watching him carefully. Of course, it made sense for her not to trust the strange man and from the side, his drinking might not be taken so well. He turned to the maid and smiled up at her.
"What is bothering you, madam? You may tell me if you wish," he stroked his moustache, thinking briefly. "If you think I'm killer of Mr. Woo, I will not confirm or deny that. Denial makes people suspicious. Trust me."
"Mr. Woo...he never seemed like a man to make enemies but money causes people to do awful things. Mr. Woo had money," Sergei shrugged and spread out to look around the ballroom. There was very little there, considering it was mostly a space for dancing. As much as Sergei would have liked to dance, and he was good at it, there was no time for it. He did not need to give his lovely companions any more reason to suspect him, now that he knew Brenda already did.
"It is unlikely Mr. Woo was alive when in ice. Look for evidence of weapon, weapon essential when it comes to killer," he said and took another sip of his drink to steady his nerves. For all his cheeriness and smiles, he knew he was only that way because he was used to death. He was an old Russian warhorse after all. "Nothing here. Pojdem1?" he said and gestured towards the door to the dining room. "Ladies first?"
1 Let's go.
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Post by Coaster on Aug 4, 2013 14:19:37 GMT -5
Rob continued into the dining room, which had apparently been emptied of its glorious invertebrate goodness.
Drat. Either the 'Doctor' finally took her wild theories to the logical conclusion, or those servers were too adept at their job for whatever Mr. Woo used to pay them.
In any case, he proceeded to check the kitchen, which was similarly devoid of leftovers.
Drat again, with a side of prawns.
There must have been a cold storage somewhere--probably hidden behind one of those carelessly hung tapestries. He returned to the dining room to investigate, pushing against each of the tapestries to find one of the fake doors every mansion inevitably has.
Eventually, in the corner, he found his mark and tumbled into what seemed to be some combination of abnormally spacious sewer, tunnel through the catacombs, and gravity-defying laundry chute, which deposited him in the far corner of the bedroom, at the opposite end of the house.
He proceeded to try to make sense of how that was physically possible.
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Post by ♥ Azzie on Aug 4, 2013 14:22:30 GMT -5
"Ma'am," she said to the elderly woman. "That shed looks like it might have tools with which we can defend ourselves. Come with me and get some?"
Minerva looked quite horrified. "Do you really think... Yes, all right." She looked warily at Hanna, but the girl seemed quite frightened herself, so she decided to trust her. "But wait. Shouldn't someone call the police?"
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Post by Stal on Aug 4, 2013 14:23:38 GMT -5
"I mean it, I don't want to be found!"
Silence..
"This is not the time to bring up that time at the amusement park!"
"EVERYONE! Be quiet! I just heard a voice in this room... hiding. Saying he didn't want to be found. That's the kind of thing A MURDERER WOULD SAY! Quickly! Look under every table, chair, or anything that could conceal our killer!"
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Post by Kozma on Aug 4, 2013 15:14:48 GMT -5
Richard always enjoyed a good mystery novel; however, he wasn't sure he enjoyed being in an actual mystery. This whole ordeal was far more exciting and chaotic than it should have been. No one could touch the swan ice sculpture to find how Mr. Woo died, everyone was locked inside the mansion and it seemed to one bothered to call the police. Instead of having trained detectives look into this murder, guests were racing all around the mansion trying to solve it themselves.
Richard sighed in disbelief. There was so much activity going on and he could not keep track of everything and everyone inside the mansion.
As he entered the study he heard Prince Stal make an announcement:
"Look here everyone! There is a murderer in our midsts! I would tell you all to pair up with someone, but you might be pairing with a murderer. So, get in groups of three, everyone should take a different room. Start looking for evidence. Things that may have been the murder weapon! Or clues as to why Woo was encased in his sculpture..."
While he did not approve of not having the police around to sustain an orderly investigation, Richard thought that it would be a good idea for everyone to get together in groups of three.
"It will be easier to keep track of everyone that way," he said to himself.
Looking around, he saw many of the guests form groups; except for two. One was Dean, the young man he met in the library earlier. He seemed to be petrified with either shock or fear. The other guest was a young brown-haired woman with deep blue eyes. He watched as the she walked over to Dean. It looked as if they would form a group.
"I might as well try and join their group," Richard stated. "Dean seems to be a very nice fellow and that young miss looks as if she wouldn't hurt a fly."
Richard started to walk over to them hoping that the excitement would soon die down and that someone would soon call the police.
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Post by Avery on Aug 4, 2013 16:09:21 GMT -5
"But wait. Shouldn't someone call the police?"
"Oh, no!" Hanna gasped, mortified by the idea. "You see, I have past experience with this sort of thing, and the police are fools, you see, under the spell of evil mansions. You tell them someone was murdered by the mansion and they'll just laugh! They won't be of any help! No, madam, we must do this ourselves! Now come, ah-- what was your name again?"
As she waited for the elderly woman's reply, Hanna began to creep towards the tool shed. Slowly, so that the mansion might not notice (it was very observant, you know). The closer the drew to the spooky space, the more she wished her group consisted of more than just herself and the old woman. Two people were better than one, but still, that number might pale against the might of the mansion, should it fight back as Hanna and the woman tried to arm themselves. What good fortune would it be, if someone else came out to the garden now and joined them? Oh, Hanna hoped...
Vaguely, as she awaited the woman's response, she wondered why Grunkle hadn't yet surged out after her, but then decided the therapist was probably occupied with Geoffrey. That, or all the wine she'd been guzzling at the dinner table had impeded her spidey senses-- er, over-controlling personality. Whatever the reason, Hanna was glad for the shrink's absence. Though she continued to hope that someone new would join she and the elderly woman soon.
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Post by Draco on Aug 4, 2013 16:33:08 GMT -5
"EVERYONE! Be quiet! I just heard a voice in this room... hiding. Saying he didn't want to be found. That's the kind of thing A MURDERER WOULD SAY! Quickly! Look under every table, chair, or anything that could conceal our killer!"
Great, he was found out. Mori remained perfectly calm however. He shut his mouth. He reached into his blanket and pulled out a piece of paper and sharpie. He writes a note onto it with large letters, then tapes it to the part of the desk above him. Of course, on normal cases, no one would ever find this note without looking. He put his stuff away. Then....
He flips the desk over, hopefully not on someone, and runs screaming towards the library. He's almost out the door when he stops screaming, and takes a few steps back inside. He eyes a grandfather clock next to the door. His eyes narrow. He picks up a old cane nearby, and smashes the clock. Mori, in the Study, with the Cane. RIP Grandfather clock. He tosses the cane and begins to scream and run out of the room again.
When the note is inspected;
"I'M INNOCENT YOU BUNCH OF CRAZIES!!!"
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Post by Gelquie on Aug 4, 2013 16:49:50 GMT -5
Rochelle smiled as politely as she could to the introductions, although it wasn't very happy considering the frown and the sheer number of tears on her face. It wasn't long before the smile crumbled and she put a hand back to her face to try to control another stream of tears. However, she still heard the others talk.
"How do you know Mr. Woo? You seem like you must have been close. I'm terribly sorry about his death, he was a... a dear family friend."
"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..."
A wonderful customer. Rochelle internally berated herself. This was no way to describe a man like Woo. "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..."
Rochelle forced herself to stop. This was only making her cry harder. She couldn't be professional, not like this. If Woo were here... No, he wasn't. The murderer was still among them. She had to stop. For Woo.
All the while, she thought about the question of who might have done it. She hoped that they weren't among them, for they had helped her so much, with Alexa keeping her company, and Sergei's utter kindness towards her in her time of need. ...But she couldn't discount it. And if it was... If they had...
Rochelle shook her head. No, she couldn't jump to conclusions. Whether or not they could be the killer, Sergei was right; they had to look for clues. And it was only one of them, so she still had friends with her. Still, she sincerely hoped they were really her friends.
Despite her emotional state, she still took time to look around the ballroom, looking closer at things and examining closely any objects she found before she agreed that there was likely nothing there. Or at least, nothing she could see. She looked to Sergei as he made his suggestion and she nodded before taking another gulp of wine. At least the alcohol was doing what it could to make the situation a little bit brighter for her.
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Post by Tiger on Aug 4, 2013 17:03:48 GMT -5
The guests started pairing off into groups, and to Cross's astonishment, nobody seemed to be gravitating toward her. Her analysis of their intelligence was lowering every minute - first there was the business with the shrimp, now they actively spurned the company of a doctor. If her outlandish murderer theory was correct, or worse, if the shrimp toxins started acting up, what were these people going to do without a trained physician?
Well, if they didn't want her help, far be it from Cross to foist herself upon them. Tucking her iMod under her arm, the doctor headed for the garden - there would be peace and quiet there, at least.
Unfortunately, she was wrong about that - two people were heading for the tool shed. Cross tilted her head - yes, she recognized one of them as the woman who had apparently not eaten the shrimp. She ought to check on her, especially since the symptoms of something had been very strong. And besides, this woman actually listened to Cross - she might not be a lost cause.
Striding through the garden, Cross called out, "Hello there - I hear we're supposed to be pairing into groups of threes or some nonsense. I'm told you didn't eat the shrimp, but a doctor's company is never a bad thing, eh?"
Reaching them, she stuck out her hand for curt handshakes. "I'm Doctor Cross. Scarlett Cross. You may have heard of me." She frowned at the tool shed. "What are you looking for, exactly?"
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Post by Ginz ❤ on Aug 4, 2013 18:17:42 GMT -5
"Excuse me," someone asked, "but might I join you?"
The one asking was a young woman with brown hair and blue eyes. She looked like a nice person, and quite pretty, he had to admit. Dean was definitely relieved not to be alone anymore. He exhaled. He had been inadvertently holding his breath all this time.
"Sure, of course," he replied. "My name is Dean, how about you? Maybe we should look for a third person to join us."
As soon as he said that, he spotted Dr. Maize walking towards them. It was nice seeing a familiar face.
"Dr. Maize, it's nice to see you again," he called. Then, addressing both of them, he said "It was suggested that each group takes a room to investigate, but I don't know which ones are taken yet. Where do you think we should go?"
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