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Post by Lizica on Mar 30, 2014 23:51:13 GMT -5
Piper's first stop before the morgue was her shop. She really didn't like how this town was progressing. She really did not like how this town was progressing. She prepared herself by stashing a few more blank memory cards in her jacket pockets. She grabbed her marked up beach maps and her one map of Aifam Cove. They had killed the antique shop owner. And she'd heard her cries as the antique shop owner's ghost had chased after someone. ...Granted, it had been that reality show guy Travis, who doubtless could use the exercise, but still-- The ghosts were coming after the townspeople. And if they wanted to erase her photos of the magician's notes, or if they wanted to keep her from her Webster photo, they could potentially come after Piper. And how was she supposed to stop a ghost from forever destroying her film? She couldn't, that's what. Therefore, she had to be prepared for the worst. She had to be ready. And if she and the townspeople didn't stop the mafias soon, the ghosts would corrupt her Webster photos for all eternity. Piper grabbed an extra lens cleaning cloth. She cast her eyes around Prints in the Sand, just in case she saw something that--somehow, someway--would stop ghosts from showing up on film. But what was she supposed to do? Lace Snipe Hunt's lens with sea salt, little bells, and a bunch of silver trifeather 'Woo pendants? . . . Well--nothing ventured, nothing gained. Piper gathered up the wet papers she had collected at the beach and hurried off to her house for sea salt. Then, finally, she dashed to the morgue. This is ridiculous, she thought along the way. Luring ghost crabs--but trying to repel real ghosts?Once inside the morgue, she paused to catch her breath and found a large crowd of Aifam Covers huddled there together. She made her way over towards Professor Bardsley, Leopold, and some students and dutifully laid out the soggy notes on the floor for drying. As she held a blowdryer up to them, she gazed around the atrium. With most of the town here instead of at their respective shops, who would have access to little ghost-repelling widgets? "Anybody have any chiming bells or 'Woo pendants I could borrow for my camera?" she asked those near her. With the death of Anna, Piper realizes a new threat: ghosts actively trying to thwart her photography. She hurries to the morgue and begins blowdrying Aaron's papers. In an entirely sane manner, she asks some people if they have anything to repel ghosts. |
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Post by Draco on Mar 31, 2014 3:58:13 GMT -5
"I feel the hurt...time for a rampage!" Afe spins around before attacking Winston again. "Rampage and fill the red bar!" The bar begins to refill. "Rampage and heal, heal and rampage!" The bar continues to refill, the drop, refill, turns blue, drops twice as much, then returns to red. "GRIND! GRIND! GRIND!" The life bar shakes a little, slanting downward some, like a shelf that lost a nail. The lower side now hangs just above Winston's head. --- It's been a while, so let's check on the more normal half of the duo. Jack sits in a chair going over paperwork. "I would have suspected someone to come visit with information over the murders by now. How odd that they haven't." He looks up the Mayor, his cold emotionless eyes staring back. Afe continues the boss fight, rambling on about random things to the point the health bar seems to have broken in some way...
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Post by Liou on Mar 31, 2014 4:01:21 GMT -5
As he worked on the papers, gently moving his dryer at a safe distance from the ink, Leo did not whistle; he sang "I whistle while I work it!" which was technically a lie, as he was not whistling, you see. He was careful not to make blotches of ink by blowing too hard. After a while, he took a tiny soft-haired brush out of his supplies kit and gently started to clear the dried sand and dirt that had been sticking to the papers. He stacked the finished papers neatly in a pile. Clean first, read later. But so far, none of the writing he had seen made any sense. Aaron seemed to have been cautious in his notes, as they were rather cryptic. Leo did spot a few names of people who had died, but nothing new. He sighed. "I hope you make more sense of this than I do," he told Barsley. "As soon as they're in some kind of order, we should number them. It's not like they're evidence, but they're all we have." When Piper arrived, he was mostly done with his part of the papers, and getting a bit distracted. He had fiddled with his ponytail and turquoise-highlighted bangs, gone to the bathroom -and hogged it- to fix his guyliner, pulled a little music player out of his suitcase and started a Queen album, been to explore the tiny kitchen, decided that it would be nice to organise a pancake party soon, and now he was ogling Piper's hair, which he had never experimented with, except maybe one little trim long ago. He had started to sneak up behind her, already reaching for the combs in his pocket, his fingers itching, when she asked for something. He hurriedly put his hands down. "Bells? I have all sorts of little jinglies, look! Some of them are feathers." He pulled several pendants out of his collar, all laden with little shinies and lucky charms. There were more on his purse and around his wrist. He jingled them in front of her face. "Help yourself to anything! These jingly shinies were made to be gifted, after all. Then we can take pictures of the papers and all bring them to the town hall! We can do a flash mob dance at the same time!" As soon as they were finished and ready to go, Leo skipped to the town hall with the rest of the gang. Leo dries papers, nearly sneakattacks Piper's hair, and goes hyper. Also, Liou added an edit, so that if you guys want to head on to the town hall, you can drag him along.
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Post by Sporty on Mar 31, 2014 5:38:54 GMT -5
Melanie was snapped out of her thoughts by Evan standing and telling her that he felt confident about the health of the animals. Despite her newfound drive, she felt a little anxious at the thought of leaving them behind without checking them all first... but if Dr. Parker thought they were fine, then she knew she could trust them to be. "All right," she said. "Just be careful out there, okay?" As Evan left, Melanie watched the town begin making its way for the morgue in earnest. Those who had tossed the woman over the cliffs were among them... Melanie hadn't seen Damien in that mob, and she dearly hoped that he had been absent. She knew in her gut that no evidence of guilt had been found on that woman like had happened with Lindsey, not with the way they had been acting, and she didn't want to see him dragged down to that level of madness. After one last check to make sure the pets' enclosures were warm and secure, she locked the entrance to the store and joined the crowd. * * * * * The morgue was surprisingly lively. Melanie wove through the crowd, listening for tidbits of conversation that could catch her up on the details of the recent events.
"I hope you make more sense of this than I do. As soon as they're in some kind of order, we should number them. It's not like they're evidence, but they're all we have."
Something like evidence? Melanie turned to see Leo talking with a number of people as they used hair dryers to dry out some sort of waterlogged pages. She rushed over to join them, certain that this must have something to do with the Mafias. "I can take some of those, if you need help drying and sorting them," she said. Leopold seemed to be busy talking with Piper, who had just joined the group as well, so she directed her offer at one of the Prettyboy students. Melanie saw Evan off and then joined the group of people heading for the morgue.
At the morgue, she overheard part of the conversation regarding Aaron's notes and offered to help clean them up, in hopes of finding some clue regarding the Mafias. |
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Post by RielCZ on Mar 31, 2014 9:18:32 GMT -5
"You talked about moving to a warmer climate," she began, "Why don't we go now?"This was certainly not the response Rilen had expected. "Er..." he trailed. "We could take Barbra and just get out of here. We could find some place where we can live instead of just waiting around here to die." She leaned forward and dropped her voice so that it was barely audible. "I have money saved up. It's in my shop."The boarder smiled as comfortingly as he could and put a hand on the florist's shoulder. His voice also barely above a whisper, he replied, their heads not six inches apart, "As much as I would love to be able to do that..." He stared back down at the plant in his arms, before returning his gaze to Miko, "I do believe you might be acting a tad hysterically." His voice, too, was tremorous. "Especially after..." he glanced down the hall at the body ahead. Patting Barbra one last time, he offered her back to Miko. "Perhaps you should take her," he suggested. "As much as I adore her, I do believe you need her more than I do." He smiled, and attempted to look reassuring. "Everything will be alright... and my original offer still stands." Both stood awkwardly around the door, too afraid to venture further in. Rilen attempts to comfort Miko.
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Post by Kristykimmy on Mar 31, 2014 9:48:05 GMT -5
Anna looked over where Travis lay after Sister Lucille beat him up for harassing Kylie. “You nuns really do live to suck the joy out of everything,” Anna commented sourly. “I'm not sure how much I can interact with like this, and he probably won't be running now. I was expecting a good hour before he finally dropped from exhaustion.” She looked down at her translucent hands, wondering if she would pass through things like in the movies, or if she could actually hold things. If it wasn't for the transparent part, being a ghost might not be too different if she could hold things. Then again, those who could see her would freak out, and those who couldn't would probably try to loot her seemingly unguarded store. She probably couldn't go back to surfing either, they might disqualify on the grounds of being a ghost. Anna looked around, wondering if now that she was a ghost if she'd see the ghosts of the others too. There were no ghosts she could see so far. She wondered if Morty could see her. It might be fun to chase him off a cliff. "H-he didn't hurt me," Kylie said through a stifled sob. "I-I'm glad... And g-glad that you came... B-but my mom, she...Anna knew that Bea drank too much, it wasn't as much of a secret as they might think it was. Where she got all the booze was more of a mystery, but Anna wasn't about to pry. As much hate as she currently had for the townspeople, Kylie was still a kid her in mind. Sure, she was actually an adult now, but Anna still associated her more with the thirteen-year-old who loved horses who she had met when she stayed at the Stallion Inn while checking out the area when considering setting up her store in Aifam Cove all those years ago. It had certainly been a much more peaceful place back then. “Ms. Devon's tough, Kylie. She'll pull through this,” Anna said, feeling like she should try to offer some comfort no matter how hollow it might be. “Seriously, though, if the horses can be left, you might want to go down to the morgue. It seems to be where all the sane people are. If I'd had half a brain, I'd have gotten Dakota before offering to help with Aaron's body. Maybe they wouldn't have thrown me over the cliff. These people are going crazy, and you're all rather alone down here. Now, unless you guys need something, I'm going to go tell the vet I never found Aaron's rabbit. Hopefully he can see me. Then, I think I'll find someone to be unpleasant to.” Anna complains that Lucille has drained all the fun out a tormenting Travis, tries to offer some comfort to an obviously distressed Kylie, and then tells them that she's going to go find the vet unless they needed anything from her. Her bad attitude remains unabated. |
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Post by PFA on Mar 31, 2014 10:39:23 GMT -5
"I hope you make more sense of this than I do," Mr. Endicott said to him. "As soon as they're in some kind of order, we should number them. It's not like they're evidence, but they're all we have.""Yes, of course," Professor Bardsley replied, nodding. "Any possible clues are worth examining, after all." Meanwhile, Cassidy had been carefully examining the notes she was trying to dry. While she was right in that drying them didn't seem to help much, some of the words that remained legible stood out more than others. Mostly she saw names of people who had already died... including Anna Dywight. She bit her lip as she did her best to clean the page, hoping beyond hope that it would say that she was mafia. That the townspeople killing her was justified, because she deserved it. But it said no such thing. In fact, it seemed to be leaning more toward that she was... innocent. "No," she said, in little more than a whisper. " No." "What is it?" Professor Bardsley asked, looking over her shoulder to see what she was looking at. "Th-they killed her," was Cassidy's response. "They killed her for no good reason. Wh-why did— they can't—" Professor Bardsley blinked. "You mean... Ms. Dywight?" Cassidy didn't respond, dumbfounded with disbelief. She didn't want to believe that the townspeople would shed innocent blood, but... no. No, they couldn't do that. She didn't want to believe the town would descend to that. She didn't want to believe she would descend to that. "I can take some of those, if you need help drying and sorting them," came someone's voice. Cassidy was grateful for it, immediately handing the woman her hairdryer. "You can take over for me," she told her. "I... I need to go." "Cassidy?" called one of her friends as she walked away. But she wasn't listening. She just wandered off further into the morgue, looking for somewhere where no one else was. She avoided the bodies, of course, but she didn't care where she ended up. She just needed to be alone. As they're drying notes, Cassidy finds evidence that Anna was probably innocent. Distraught by this, she hands off her hairdryer to Melanie and goes off somewhere in the morgue to be alone.
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Post by Mostly Harmless (flufflepuff) on Mar 31, 2014 10:43:17 GMT -5
(This post is a collaboration between Rosalie Dylas (Maddy) and me, and may be edited. I'm posting it because time is currently more of an enemy than either mafia thanks for understanding </3) “I would appreciate your help. But please, you three – be careful. I don’t know if anything can harm a ghost,” Could you hurt a ghost? He wasn't afraid, not really. He'd rather the mafias take out their anger on him rather than Ris and Coena, or anyone for that matter. They could kill him over and over again if that would stop the murders. But Cheryl and Ris and Coena and him, they'd be able to stop the murders. Wouldn't they? It was a hopeless thought. He knew it was. But it was the only thing he could do. He glanced over to see... was that Miss Alma? The person looked like Miss Alma should look. "I'll be right back." he told Ris. He had a childish urge to talk to Miss Alma. His mother was dea- no far away in a big town. That other women could be dead for all he cared (please don't be dead please don't be dead). He walked (or floated more accurately) to her. "H-hello, Miss Alma?" he asked. He felt very, very silly. He wanted to just throw himself into her arms. He didn't feel like crying, which was good. He was far too much of a crybaby anyway. But he still wanted to feel safe. He wouldn't be able to feel her. He wanted to feel her arms around him but that was not something he could do anymore. Miss Alma? She turned around. No one had called her that since maidenhood. Mrs. Fitzgibbon saw the boy, timid, blinking, not miserable, no, but in desperate need of a hug. Or a distraction. "Christopher," she greeted, as she partitioned the last betta away from the rest of the group in the large freshwater tank. That was the last of them, she thought, nearly wiping her brow before realizing her arms were coated in fish water. Alma smiled at her pets, then at the boy. A tiny ray of joy flickered in her until she saw the gash across his throat. Her smile faded. "Are you hurt?" She asked quietly. Alma shook her head, mentally kicking herself for being so insensitive. Part of taking care of someone was comfort, yes, as she recalled so well, but, she remembered, another part was spending time with a person. Alma mentally stuffed her pain into a sack and smiled again, reaching for Christopher's shoulder. Her hand went through it, but again, it felt warm. "Come over here and take a look at the fish." As soon as she invited him over, her smile brightened on its own. He obeyed her, slowly and gracefully floating over the floor. "This one is Dorothy, whom I've had for two years," she began, pointing at a bright orange Common goldfish. "This breed is called Common, but they're really anything but. She's almost as fast as her cousin, Leslie." Alma pointed to a slightly smaller fish with its tail only slightly more pointed than Dorothy. "He's young yet, so honestly I'm not sure if he's a boy or a girl," she laughed sheepishly. "He's a Comet goldfish." Christopher looked at Alma questioningly. The Comet and Common looked just about the same. Alma shook her head. "Look closer," she said. "Leslie's a bit more streamlined, and his tail has more of a sharp cut in the middle. See, Dorothy's tail is curved...." At the morgue, Christopher and Alma enjoy a rare moment of peace just watching the fish and feel a special family kinship with each other. |
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Post by Avery on Mar 31, 2014 11:16:23 GMT -5
It was around noontime that a utility crew finally arrived to the scene of Aaron Greenhand’s fateful ‘accident’.They brought with them both good news and bad news—the good news being that the transformer had merely snapped off as a programmed trip-switch response to its metal housing being hit, and had suffered no fatal damage. It was, therefore, an easy fix that took the utility men all of twenty minutes before all across Aifam Cove, lights sputtered back on. Well, everywhere except all houses and businesses east of the Stalberry-Fork-Jade line. This, alas, was the bad news—all of these buildings would remain in the dark until the following morning, at least, as the power line was fixed.Until then, the townspeople were strongly cautioned to stay away from the cliffside and beach.**Siddhi Khaoti had slept through most of the morning—blankets dragged up to her chin, feather pillow beneath her head. She awoke only when the lights flicked back on and her heater loudly whirred back to life. Well, that and the sound of glass shattering.A window.Siddhi’s throat hitched. She glanced at the cell phone on her bedside table, which she used to text message, but knew that it would be of no use to her, since she wouldn’t be able to speak to any dispatcher on the other end. As footsteps reverberated from downstairs, Siddhi swallowed hard and hurried out of bed. She had to get out of this house.She went over to her bedroom window and swept aside the curtains. She was only on the second storey, but glancing down now, the drop seemed impossibly long. She glanced towards the door, as if to consider escaping that way, but then she heard the footsteps shift to the stairs. The window was her only option.Shaking, Siddhi wiggled it open. A blast of cold air greeted her. She wished she had time to prepare, to position herself so as to jump at the right angle—but she didn’t. By the time she’d swung her legs over the ledge, the doorknob to her bedroom began to rattle. It swung open.Siddhi took a deep, panicked breath, then let herself fall.She landed on her back on the snowpack below with a hard thwack. She gritted her teeth as a soundless scream escaped her lungs. Then she nearly started to cry when she noticed a face gazing down at her from the opened window above—a face that quickly vanished as the person rushed away to get at her outside.Siddhi knew she had to run, or that would be it for her. But this was easier said than done. The fall had both knocked the wind out of her and twisted her ankle. It took her several desperate moments to even stand, and once she did, she could not move quickly. She glanced frantically around the area, wishing for a neighbor, a deliveryman—anyone! But it was just her.“Where are you going?” The voice was like poison to Siddhi’s ears; she knew she couldn’t afford to turn towards it, so she kept on hobbling. Right up until a bullet sliced through her back and out her chest, sending her crumpling to the ground. It was a clean shot. Siddhi was dead even before the chain of snowflakes was dressed over the wound, soaking in that red-black blood.**She was discovered not long later by Aifam Cove’s mail carrier, Melissa Morgan, who was making her daily rounds. When Melissa first came across the scene, she thought her eyes were deceiving her: there couldn’t be a body sprawled on the sidewalk in between Siddhi Khaoti’s house and the house next door, could there? It was—it was—a joke, a prank…“Ms. Khaoti?” Melissa called out, though she knew the woman wouldn’t be able to give a response. “A-are you okay?”Then she grew close enough to see the paper snowflakes. Siddhi had not been able to scream, but the same didn’t apply for Melissa: her shriek rent the afternoon air, and she ran off to inform the town that there’d been another mafia murder. **As a crowd started to form around Siddhi Khaoti’s body, down on the beach, Aaron Greenhand’s mangled car still glinted in the afternoon sunlight, the twisted metal almost sparkling. The townspeople knew they’d have to remove it eventually, but presently it seemed to be the least of their worries, and so it had lingered.This was perfectly alright with Dr. Marie Robinson.It’s not that she had no respect for the dead—she found Aaron’s death most tragic and wished it hadn’t had to be. But since it had happened, well… no use letting these sparkling little metal scraps rust away in the salt and tide, right? Not when she could use them.She hummed as she rooted through the debris, grabbing the bits and pieces that caught her eye. She was so absorbed in collecting that she didn’t even notice when several other arrived onto the scene—at least, not until one called out to her.“Having fun there, Dr. Robinson?”Marie froze and turned towards the voice, still stooped over. “Oh, hello,” she said. “I—I know the utility men said to stay away, but they’re on their lunch break anyhow, and I… figured it wouldn’t hurt, you know?”“Oh, surely, surely,” agreed the voice.That was when Dr. Marie noticed the knife. Not in the hand of the speaker, but the person next to them. Her jaw fell. This—no. This couldn’t be what it looked like, could it?“W-what….” Her voice trailed off. She could hardly think of what to say to these people… though, finally to the knife-wielder, she murmured, “What happened to your face, Mr. Richem?”“Why would you care, Gemma?” whined Travis Richem, deluded star of Travis Richem IN YOUR FACE. “Clearly my emotions don’t matter to you, since you haven’t even returned one of my phone calls since our romantic night last autumn, when my thunder thighs and your sweetness made for love!”Marie blinked. “I—what?”“Don’t pretend you don’t love me, Gemma!” he sobbed, as the person standing next to him rolled their eyes.“Travis,” they chided, “do it already, before the utility men return from their lunch break.”“D-do what?” Marie stammered, refusing to believe that this was about to happen to her. Travis Richem did not reply. Instead, he strode confidently over to Marie, who was still kneeling in the sand. He crouched in front of her and arced his knife across her throat—But not cleanly. Unlike Chill of the Night and Siddhi Khaoti, this was not clean at all. He missed the jugular, and though blood spurted, it was not an instantly fatal wound. Marie used one hand to clutch over the gory injury.
With her other hand, she stabbed a long, jagged metal piece from Aaron Greenhand’s car into Travis Richem’s heart.He was dead before Marie was, only managing to sputter out a shocked “Gemma!” before he crumpled to the ground. Marie wheezed in bloody half-breaths and tried to stagger to her feet, as if to get away, but though Travis was dead, there remained his mafia counterparts, who were now gaping in complete disbelief at the brutal scene.Abominable Aifam liked knives, not guns, but they still kept a pistol on them just in case things went bad. And this was very, very bad. As Marie lurched towards them, one of the mafioso fumbled the gun out from their pocket.They fired at Marie. Bulls-eye. She toppled over, falling across Travis’s body. The mafioso who proceeded to tuck an Ace into her coat pocket was shaking like a leaf.“Are we just going to leave him here?” they asked about Travis.“Yes,” another agreed. “We have to. The utility people will be back soon. We can’t linger here.”Indeed, just minutes after the rest of Abominable Aifam—shocked and confused—departed the scene, the utility workers arrived back. At first, they could hardly reconcile what they saw below: two bodies, tangled with one another, each very dead.“Dear ‘Woo,” one murmured to his fellow workers. “What kind of town is this?”Siddhi Khaoti was an INNOCENT TOWNSPERSON.Dr. Marie Robinson was the BOMB.Travis Richem was a member of ABOMINABLE AIFAM.Travis Richem IN YOUR FACE was the first television show of its kind. It was a pioneer. And Travis was prepared to do whatever it took to keep it that way forever. No other show could possibly come close to the genius of his everyday life on screen twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. There were many people who tried to beat it, but that never worked out well for them.
His violent tendencies had started upon the arrival of Everington Cakes into his little Aifam Cove production set. Travis wasn't sure who gave the all clear for those new actors to enter the scene but he didn't like it. There was only room for one star in Aifam Cove, and it was most certainly him. Not that he'd ever admit to fearing being usurped by the youngest executive of their generation. He could have beat him fair-and-square if he'd wanted to.
But Travis wanted to devote more time to the show instead. The little executive worshipped him, but he had to go. And what better premise than sending him off on a cruise to start the new spin-off show Travis Richem's THE ISLAND? It certainly wasn't his fault that the boy was never heard from again, but the stories that surfaced about it did give him ideas for the future.
And then the trigger appeared.
Soon he started to see it everywhere. Extras clamouring to the library to find a copy. Children holding bow-and-arrows to play their favourite little reality television heroine. When he saw a poster outside the local cinema, he finally snapped.
Travis had to admit that it was a catchy premise, but he could do it on an even greater scale. And they were just extras – not anybody who would be missed. The audience were only interested in him anyway, and extras could always be replaced. He couldn't, though.
And he wouldn't. Travis Richem. Would. Not. Be. Replaced. Not by some second-rate reality show rip-off.
The Hunger Games.
Even the name sounded ridiculous. So he'd do one better. No, he'd do a hundred better. Aifam Cove would be a bloodbath that Katrina Neverbeen could only wish for. All he had to do was join the careers pack – they were obviously the heroes (he'd never actually seen the show, but banding together was always the best decision)!
It was so simple and so perfect. Travis Richem IN YOUR FACE would continue its supreme reign over the ratings of the world for many years to come, for who could possibly stop him?
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Post by Diana on Mar 31, 2014 13:07:31 GMT -5
Winston had been fully intent on figuring out a strategy to defeat the confusing boss. But when the ghost started breaking down – he may have been The Hero, but there were some forces above even him. Arbitrary, whimsical forces - forces of great creation and destruction. Godlike, but as far from gods as anything could be. Glitches. If he got caught in this… he might get stuck outside the map, or have his items duplicated, or get rained upon by watermelons, or reset back to level one – or the game could crash! So he’d fled the battle. Any bystanders claiming he did so while screaming like a little girl and begging the coding gods to spare his stat boosts were filthy liars. He didn’t want to continue the game with any part of its data corrupted, but he hadn’t figured out how to revert to a previous save yet. Aifam’s interface was so user-unfriendly! No wonder nobody bothered to rate it. He was halfway down Stalberry Road before he realized his mistake – he’d gone in the wrong direction! He hesitated, torn – his quest object was back in his room, but the way was effectively blocked. If he travelled back to the scene of the glitch, he could still get caught in it. He clutched his controller tighter. He spotted a cluster of NPCs down by the beach and headed towards them – maybe somebody here would have some quest-vital information he could use to proceed. What were they standing around? Oh. More dead bodies. And - was that the wheelchair guy? Winston could hardly keep the cast straight, with how boring it was. He wasn’t sure who he was even opposing at this point – cultists? Murderers? Glitches? Still, clearly the simple townsfolk were confused by what they were seeing, and needed a brave hero to break the grim news to them. “These dudes,” he proclaimed, “have most definitely been PKed.” Winston flees the boss battle when Afe starts glitching out. Cut off from his DS, he doesn't know how to proceed in the quest, and finds some NPCs in hope of quest-specific dialogue. Oh, and there's more dead people. |
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Post by Lizzie on Mar 31, 2014 14:14:29 GMT -5
Dakota looked up, startled, as the lights flickered back on across the street. They had been sitting in the morgue all day, watching the townspeople entertain themselves. Though the death of their friend Anna was heartbreaking, and they couldn't even look at her body, they cheered themself up by watching the inane fighting of the townspeople. "I thought you were going to walk Spot!" Jennifer screamed, her face turning pink with anger. "No, it was your turn!" her younger sister, Karina, yelled back, getting even redder. Their parents, as per usual, ignored them. Dakota watched, laughing, as the townsfolk around them made a loud shhhhh noise in unison. After a few hours of this, however, it got BORING. There was nothing to do, and Dakota didn't want to use their dying phone, for fear that the generator wouldn't be able to handle one more charger. So when the power flickered on, they were grateful. "The powers on!" the first person to notice, a 'Marco', said. The gathered townspeople, with a roar of delight, began to collect their things. The crowd slowly dispersed until... it was just Dakota left. They were relieved, of course, and turned on their phone with a sigh. The silence was relaxing until it was broken, their ringtone going off in a seemingly infinite loop. Texts. Susie had texted them several times, asking boring questions. They were finishing a reply to her when another text came in on their phone. ITS A PARTY IN THE USA!!!Ugh. Dakota reasoned they HAVE to change their ringtone. Like, now. The text talked of the triple murder, again down on the beach. With a sigh, Dakota got up, and began a long trek to the scene of the crime. When they finally got there, they saw a group of townsfolk, staring at the pile of bodies. There was one guy, though, that caught Dakota's eye. “These dudes have most definitely been PKed.”"P...Ked?" they muttered in confusion, shivering slightly at the cold wind, "PKed. Well alright then." They slowly approached the man, who they soon identified as the local video game nerd, Winston Teakes. Mulling over their small knowledge of gamer slang, they reached out to tap Winston on the shoulder. "Hey, Player," Dakota said quickly, "I have a sidequest for you." Dakota is blissfully unaware of the most recent 3 deaths until their phone goes off with the news, and they make their way down to the beach. There, they reach out to Winston, talking about a 'sidequest'. (To have him help them with the bodies). |
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Post by Ian Wolf-Park on Mar 31, 2014 15:06:49 GMT -5
Evan walked out of his office and locked the door, preparing to head out for his daily walk and to observe, but to interact with the townspeople as well. The first thing he notice was the crowd gathering over near the smashed guard rail. With a heavy heart, he knew what had happened, so he quickly came over. Most of the townspeople that gathered gave Evan a quick courtesy nod and allowed him through without Evan having to push and shove his way through, knowing that he was a gentleman at heart. As he leaned over the guard rail to observe, being mindful of the gap, he could see the two bodies lying near the wreckage of the car that still laid there, as if it was a shrine of some sort to the departed magician. He did not know the female that well as like Anna, his and Marie's path never crossed, but he was hearing whispers that she was killed by the Mafia, more specifically, Abominable, but no one had even bothered to confirm that information as no one was willing to head down there. When Evan saw the body of Travis Richem, the town's lunatic, he was able to put two and two together, based on the information that he had quickly gathered. He never liked Travis due to his delusion belief that he was on a reality show 24/7, 365 days/year, which grated Evan's nerves as Travis did not seem to have an 'off' button, so to speak, calling him Thomas (it's Evan, you nitwit!). It was such a shame that Evan did not have a chance to use Wolf Fang against Travis, but it did not surprise Evan that Travis was a mafia member. As soon as he was finished observing, he went down the rocky slope at a careful pace in order to confirm the identity of the dead woman. When he reached it, he took out a pair of latex gloves and slipped them on before feeling for Marie's wallet and/or who had killed her. He didn't find the wallet, but he did find a playing card. When he returned to the damaged guardrail, the townspeople began bombarding him with questions. It took Evan a few minutes to settle the crowd a bit before he could properly address them. "Whoever the woman is, whom for now I shall call her Jane Doe for now as her identity is currently unknown and out of respect, she was killed by the mafia," he told the crowd with a grim look as he showed them the playing card. He still hadn't gotten over the fact that this was the same crowd that had tossed Anna overboard just the previous day, but he did his best to hide the pain, both mentally and physically. Evan goes out for his daily walk and notices the crowd gathering. As soon as he arrives, he observes the scene, quickly putting together what had happened. He also confirmed Marie's death via the mafia to the townspeople. |
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Post by TJ Wagner on Mar 31, 2014 15:21:03 GMT -5
Miko still felt embarrassed despite the time that had passed, and she knew her normally pale face was flushed. When she had made the offer about getting out of here to Rilen, she hadn't been thinking things through. The truth was that she was scared and desperately trying to hold on to any sort of contact with another person. But she had scared him away. To make matters worse, she had mentioned the money. She used the local bank, just like everyone else, but not all of her money was stored safely. She had quite a bit hidden in this tiny shop of hers, but no one else knew that. At least, no one else had known that. She couldn't help but worry that she might have made herself a target. She still trusted Rilen well enough, but there was a chance that she had been overheard. Barbra was slumped in her pot. The little plant had seemed depressed and Miko only hoped that she didn't blame her for scaring away Rilen and leaving them alone again. Of course, things might not be as bad as they seem right now. After the awkward moment, she had told Rilen that he could join her here at the shop and he hadn't immediately declined. He hadn't said he would either, but there was still hope. Of course, that should have been the least of her worries. There had been more deaths and Aifam Cove itself was turning more into a graveyard. This should have scared her, but the sad truth was that she was more afraid to be alone. She certainly was going to do all she could to protect herself, but she oddly wasn't as afraid as perhaps she should have been. The heat in this shop was oppressive and stifling, and Miko placed her hand on the door prepared to go out. Yet, she paused as she considered the situation. When the townspeople came together, suspicions arose and there was death. When they were apart, they didn't have protection and there was death. There seemed to be no way out of this. There were those that were investigating, but she wasn't sure if she could do anything to help. Indecision ruled her just as it always had. She looked down at Barbra. Despite her recent experience with the bitter cold, the plant was looking lovely albeit a bit sad. "What do you think we should do?" she asked, deciding in her heart she would listen to whatever the plant had to say. Miko returns to her shop with Barbra as she debates her next move. She asks the plant what to do next. |
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Post by Liou on Mar 31, 2014 16:03:58 GMT -5
After the paperdrying party was over, Leo had happily started to push all the paper-carriers towards the town hall. They were so close! Maybe the nightmare was about to end, maybe the town would be saved! He gasped when he saw a few lights flicker back on inside homes and heard the familiar buzz of electric appliances that was always in the background. He hadn't realised the town was so silent without electricity. "Excuse me guys, I think I'll just run back to the salon to drop some stuff!" He had already placed all of his papers into Bardsley's stack. "You hold onto these, I'll be with you in a few minutes." He skipped down Main Street, rolling his two suitcases behind him, when a gun shot was heard. Then another. He jumped and immediately dashed towards the right side of the street, walking very close to the buildings. He had pulled his portable hair dryer halfway out of his coat. People were starting to gather near the crash site. He kept going cautiously, looking all around and ready to duck for cover. He relaxed a little when he crossed the road. Safety in numbers, right? Unless Gorty Munderson was around. He saw Evan showing the card. Mafia. Well, that was to be expected. He stepped a little closer to see if he could recognise Jane Doe. He vaguely recalled seeing her a few times. He had never really managed to talk to her. Shame. She seemed brilliant. There was someone else underneath her. His face was strangely peaceful. The angle of his limbs was odd. He didn't look like he could just be asleep. Leo's surroundings swam before his eyes. For a moment, he was transported back to another time, then shook it off. He looked around at the rest of the crowd. He wanted to burst through them to the center of the circle, to shake him awake. He couldn't move against the crowd. He hadn't been able to do anything the first time, either. He ran back up the street, stopping short when he saw Professor Bardsley. He was shivering, makeup already streaming down his face. Before he knew it, he had dived into the Professor's arms. "Don't go there," he sobbed, "another one... such... a waste! So... beautiful... I... I LOVED him!" After that one night. "I thought... I had finally found... the right one..." With that, he burst into loud crying and ran back to his salon. Once his electronics were back into order, he calmed down. He was in his safe place, after all. He stopped in front of a little dressing table on which lurked a tiny photo frame. The photograph showed the face of a man with a startling resemblance to Travis Richem. It was soothing to see that this was a different man. It was less soothing to know that he had been murdered for the second time. Leo lifted the frame with trembling hands. Pressed it against his chest. He dropped to the floor, curling up, and wept. Quietly, this time. He emerged a record half-hour later, his hair in a falsely-messy bun, his eyes lined with a lot of emo black. He was wearing a kind of hooded black cape, with a few sequins, by principle. He walked with a slouch, the velvet hood pulled up over his head. This time, he made his way through the crowd easily. "Let me seeee hiiiim... let me seeee hiiiim," he groaned in a zombie-like voice. As soon as he had reached the bodies, he fell to his knees and burst into messy sobs once again. "I WILL AVENGE YOOOOUUUU," he shouted at the sky. Liou forgets to add a summary and goes back days later to fix that.
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Post by Nova on Mar 31, 2014 16:09:59 GMT -5
It was impossible to sleep at night for Nathan Lukas. His mind was overrun by images. Images of corpses. His sister. The car wreckage. Everything was burned into his brain, and everytime he closed his eyes that was all he saw. He couldn't shake it out. Nevermind the fear of the looming mafia. They had to strike again soon, shouldn't they? What if they struck him next? He wasn't able to fall asleep until seven am, and was awoken by his lights coming back on a few hours later.
So much for that. He had to check on the teahouse. The fridges had to have gone down in the power outage, meaning he had to clean out the expired milk. When he left the house though, he had an urge to go back to Sirensong beach. Back to where Aaron had died. He didn't know but he had to. I was right, he thought when he saw a crowd on the beach. Something had happened! It wasn't anything like finding money on the ground or cake falling from the sky, no. Someone had died. But who?
When he made his way through the crowd, he saw two corpses. Two! He couldn't look, but he heard the gasps about Dr. Marie Robinson, and... Travis Richem? ...Dead? Well, things could've been worse. He was sad for Marie, but learning that Travis was a part of the mafia was rather surprising - how he kept that a secret is a wonder - but there were still plenty of mafia to be killed yet. But he wondered. Where was Beatrix? Two were killed, but there could've been a third out there. Where was she? Was she safe? "Bea...?" he asked, searching among the crowd. "Beatrix?! Kylie?" When the power comes on and wakes Nathan up, he goes to the beach, seeing the two fresh murders. He calls out for Beatrix, or Kylie to help find Bea |
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