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~MURDER MYSTERY MAFIA~ [GAME THREAD]
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CloseI'm standing in the corner, looking at the faces surrounding me. There's a fair few people in the room at the moment, all looking at me or each other. It's odd. I've never wanted power of any sort, always happy to follow the Inspectors' lead, but here I am, in charge of a murder case. Goddamnit. I never asked for this!
But no, the Inspector and the Rookie are playing undercover in order to root out the culprit and the members of the Cartel that they are sure are in the room, too. Well, the Inspector is sure, anyway - demanded that I treat both of them like any other suspect.
I'll do my job, though, so I guess I should pay attention. Let me see what I managed to jot down while my head was still spinning.
Mister Margraves
Missus Margraves
Ms Lee
Mister Harver
Lady Cinatti
Miss Jane
Miss Maria
Miss Sara
Mister Jives
Mister Simmons
Michael Simmons
Lord Essex, Esquire
Mister Fevell
A pretty decent list of names, some of them quite troublesome - I hate dealing with the Upper Class. The ones I've had the ... pleasure to meet, were all entitled pains in the arse, so full of themselves they were liable to burst at the slightest inclination of anything not up to their exacting standards.
I'm already getting a headache and the case has barely begun. I need something strong in my gut, but I'll be damned if I'll be allowed to drink before this is over with.
I may as well start with the body, then. An older gentleman, hit from behind in the Dining Room around 2:40 PM in the afternoon. The room had been closed at about 2PM, and emptied of staff by 2:30 so there wasn't much of a time gap between the death and the last staff member leaving. That's why the last two staff members to leave the room were rounded up. The rest of the group were found nearby at the time and have no real alibi.
I've no current name for the dead man, though I've requested the crew do a head-count. He was probably one of those hermit-types who stayed in his room the whole trip. He definitely looks the type.
The murder weapon was found next to the body, wiped clean of prints. It's a bust of the owner of the ship and was on display about two feet away from the body, or so I've been told. So this was probably not a pre-meditated murder. Damn, there's too few clues to go on. I guess I'll have to keep my eye out.
First things first, though. Alibis and interviews. This is gonna be one hell of a day, I just know it...
Introduce yourselves, all, and answer me these questions three~
Name, Occupation, Reason for being on the Garnet Tide.
Of course, you're not going to tell us everything now, are you? But do try to be nice~
Current Clues and Information
There are four 'groups' in this game: Mafia, Cartel, Independents and Town
There's an unknown dead man. He was hit on the head by a bust at 2:40PM.
When his body was taken away a note fell from it. The note described some sort of transaction that took place and mentions a receipt of some kind. Note was added to Evidence.
Map
The body was found at the left of the stage. The Bar is now a makeshift holding cell. Right side is the women's area. The left is the men's area.
Evidence
Crumpled Letter - slightly torn and crumpled as though either read a lot or crushed in a fist. Found on the deceased. Author currently unknown, but thought to be the deceased himself. Half of it is missing.
Blood-stained Bust - most likely the murder weapon. The bust depicts the visage of the owner of the Garnet Tide and is rather garish - more so with the blood that currently covers it. There are no finger prints.
Small Satchel of Oparium
Found in the bathroom after an attack (?), this small satchel carries residue of the hallucinogenic drug, Oparium, which is known to make users violent and dangerous when confronted. The drug is missing, possibly used by the attacker.Yes, the drug can be taken intravenously.
'Livestock' Receipt
The name has been removed due to being found in a highly influential persons' room. It was from the deceased, Mr Ryan Coldidge, and details the sale of two 'animals' - namely, slaves, according the the Acts and guidelines cited.
Needles
Quite a few needles were found in Mr Harvers room, some used, some not. He has yet to answer why there were there.
Deceased Information
An official piece of paper which has details on the Deceased.
Name: Ryan Coldidge
Age: 57
Gender: Male
Known Alias': Mister Col
Occupation: Unknown
Police Record: Handling stolen goods (dropped), Kidnapping (dropped), Racketeering (dropped), Smuggling (dropped), Smuggling (dropped), Theft (dropped), Theft (dropped), Fraud (dropped), Fraud (dropped), Theft (dropped)
Other information:
Rumour has it that Mr Coldidge has ties to a lot of underground businesses including slave-running, smuggling, insider-trading and racketeering.
He has been suspected of various small crimes, though he has never been charged with anything.
He has been accused of handling stolen goods and there was some nasty business with a kidnapped child, though he managed to get out of that one somehow, since all charges were dropped and it was revealed to be a family issue.
He's known to be a philanthropist and funds a soup kitchen and Women's shelter, so a lot of people consider him a kindly man who is just misunderstood and gives many second chances to those who probably don't deserve them.
No one can quite trace where his large fortune comes from but many believe it to be ill-gotten.
Note
A note found on Mr Simmons' body after his death. It has the East Province Cartel insignia stamped on it.
"Carve the sentence 'Seven shells to the forwind' into a bookshelf backstage to signal the next group of the pickup."
Blood-stained Knife
A bloody divers knife found in Mr Simmons' hand after his death, presumed to be the murder weapon of both he and Mr Fevell.
Blood stained Statuette
Used to kill Inspector Lee, it's the partner of the original murder weapon and covered in blood, though any finger prints have been wiped off.
Flavour
Introduction/Day 01
The Garnet Tide, an up-scale riverboat which travels the length of the Zangatti river. In this fine establishment men and women of all backgrounds mix freely, distracted by the gambling, music, dancing and other fine entertainments found aboard.
I like a bit of class and pomp, sure, but I've never been one for bright lights and music, though the card tables are right up my alley. I'm here because my boss needed an extra hand, and he's here because he's following a lead on some drug-running cartel who are supposedly aboard the boat. I can't say I don't appreciate the offer of a free ride on a riverboat of this calibre and it was awfully nice of the office to pay our way, but chances are our doughnut rations are going to be cut for the next month or two. And that's just one more reason to not want to be here.
Another is the screaming we just heard coming from the dining room. Looks like I won't be hitting the card table for a while yet. Damn duty and her impatient nature. The bitch has always had it out for me.
~~~
I'm standing in the corner, looking at the faces surrounding me. There's a fair few people in the room at the moment, all looking at me or each other. It's odd. I've never wanted power of any sort, always happy to follow the Inspectors' lead, but here I am, in charge of a murder case. Goddamnit. I never asked for this!
But no, the Inspector and the Rookie are playing undercover in order to root out the culprit and the members of the Cartel that they are sure are in the room, too. Well, the Inspector is sure, anyway - demanded that I treat both of them like any other suspect.
I'll do my job, though, so I guess I should pay attention. Let me see what I managed to jot down while my head was still spinning.
Mister Margraves
Missus Margraves
Ms Lee
Mister Harver
Lady Cinatti
Miss Jane
Miss Maria
Miss Sara
Mister Jives
Mister Simmons
Michael Simmons
Lord Essex
Mister Fevell
A pretty decent list of names, some of them quite troublesome - I hate dealing with the Upper Class. The ones I've had the ... pleasure to meet, were all entitled pains in the arse, so full of themselves they were liable to burst at the slightest inclination of anything not up to their exacting standards.
I'm already getting a headache and the case has barely begun. I need something strong in my gut, but I'll be damned if I'll be allowed to drink before this is over with.
I may as well start with the body, then. An older gentleman, hit from behind in the Dining Room around 2:40 PM in the afternoon. The room had been closed at about 2PM, and emptied of staff by 2:30 so there wasn't much of a time gap between the death and the last staff member leaving. That's why the last two staff members to leave the room were rounded up. The rest of the group were found nearby at the time and have no real alibi.
I've no current name for the dead man, though I've requested the crew do a head-count. He was probably one of those hermit-types who stayed in his room the whole trip. He definitely looks the type.
The murder weapon was found next to the body, wiped clean of prints. It's a bust of the owner of the ship and was on display about two feet away from the body, or so I've been told. So this was probably not a pre-meditated murder. Damn, there's too few clues to go on. I guess I'll have to keep my eye out.
First things first, though. Alibis and interviews. This is gonna be one hell of a day, I just know it...
~~~
I watch the group of those who have been interviewed as they interact. It's hard to get a read on them; harder to think that any one in this room could be a murderer. A lot of the suspects still have to be interviewed but a break might be a good idea.
At the door I summon one of the plain-clothed detectives, asking them to bring some food and drink. For one, that kid should be getting hungry about now. So am I, come to think of it. I haven't had a drop since breakfast and lunch is well-over. Dinner should be starting soon and I don't know where they're going to be having it tonight because this room is closed to all but myself, the officers guarding the doors and the suspects with-in.
I'd like to see the body moved or at least covered before dinner arrives, but I have to wait until the Medical Officer shows up and apparently he has a few patients to tend to first - the living before the dead, as my father always said.
At least someone is making an effort to keep the child entertained. That's good. Better for him to focus on something other than the grisly scene in the middle of the room. Better for us all, really.
I've ordered a few of my men to gather up some supplies for the night. We'll be sleeping in this room - all of us - until this murder is solved or we reach the nearest port. It's hard to say which will come first, but I'm determined not to mess this up. Now that I'm stuck with the damn job, I may as well do it right.
One of the officers sidles up to me and whispers something in my ear. Seems that the Medical Officer is finally on his way down. Good. I don't need to be told that the deceased died from blunt force trauma to the head, but following the protocols is a good thing, or so they tell me. Besides, at least the Cadaver will finally be removed and we can all settle down a bit before the night.
God, I'm hungry.
~~~
Just two more suspects to question, both girls have kept to themselves so far but they'll soon warm up, I'm sure. It can wait until after dinner is served, though.
I'm being signalled again by the officer at the door. The ships' Medical Officer has finally arrived - apparently he got distracted by someone on the way. Probably another 'richer than thou' snob who wanted something asinine of him and spent the rest of the time gossiping. You can't trust people to be on time any more. I just hope this doesn't count as my fault when this is all over and done with. The body should have been removed hours ago.
I let him in and watch carefully as he examines the body. The rest of the suspects have congregated into a group, with a few of them on the outskirts - obvious loners who will probably bear watching closely. All in all, they seem to be getting along well, despite the age and class differences. We'll see how long that lasts when they spend more time together. I'm expecting more than a couple of arguments and hell of a lot more posturing before this thing is through.
Finally the Medical Officer gives his opinion - blunt force trauma to the back of the head. Nothing I couldn't see with my own eyes, but I guess it's good to have confirmation at least. He'll be taking the body back to the Sick Bay to examine further and hopefully glean more information about the man there. Good riddance. Dead bodies creep me the hell out.
As he leaves with the body, one of the lads at the door lets me know that dinner is on it's way in a cart. Finally. If this lot aren't fed and watered soon, I don't think they'll take my after-dinner talk too well.
~~~
Dinner has come and gone without too much incident and the last of the suspects have been interviewed - two slave girls. Sisters. Young. It's a horrible tradition but one that is prevalent in many rich families still. And they wonder why I hate the bastards so much. The last thing I want to deal with right now is a fight between the pro- and negative-slavery movements. Especially during a murder case.
God, I hope Scarrow doesn't hear about this. It's the very last thing I need right now - an incident caused by an ex-slave trying to free current ones. It's a sad fate for the girls, but there's nothing I can lawfully do unless there's proof of neglect, abuse or injury. Unfortunately, both girls seem to be in good health, if a little worn-down by their work. Poor kids.
I stand up and try to catch the attention of the assorted group. I've suspicions about some of them but no proof; no evidence. I look at each of them in the eye, then say a fast prayer in my mind before telling them. Best get the good out of the way because they won't want to listen to it after I'm done with the rest of the news.
"I have here a map of the current room, kindly sketched up by Mister Fevell. The area near stage-left is currently out of bounds to all, so please, stay away unless you wish to be considered even more of a suspect than you already are."
It's not a bad map, either, even if it is pink. Hot pink at that. Is Mister Fevell a...? No, back on topic. Nice, safe, going-to-get-me-killed-or-fired-or-both topic. The Bad News.
"It seems that due to the lack of viable evidence all of us will be confined to this room until further notice."
I can already hear the robust voice of the Lady Cinatti and the grumbling of the younger man, Harver - both protesting, but I used to be a stage actor and boy, do I know how to throw my voice. I shout down their protests and wait for silence before I continue. Damn, wish it were the Inspector doing this - now there's someone who can silence a room! One look is all it takes and everyone - from the highest Nobles to the meekest bus-boy - is dead still. I'd kill for that skill. Or, well, at least maim, maybe.
"As I said, we will all be stuck in this room, together, until such time as the culprit is caught or we arrive at the nearest port." God, I hope I catch the person who did this first. Chances are that if the port authorities take over this case, anyone who is affluent or famous will be laughing their way out of the station, while the other poor shmucks become the main suspects.
I chance another glance around the room. Damn. They don't look impressed. Well, better get the worst out of the way.
"That said, alternate bedding will be provided by the staff - kit beds mostly, with plenty of bedding - and a section will be cordoned off for the ladies. Needless to say, anyone caught out of bed during the night hours will be locked in the side room and kept for extensive questioning."
The bar area will serve for a makeshift cell, I suppose. Thank God there are restrooms off the Dining room so I don't have to worry about them sneaking things in and out.
"Lastly, I ask that you bear with me, but...," Dammit, I just know there's going to be trouble when I say this. "Ahem! Lastly... alternate clothes and accessories will be provided for you for the night. Thank you and please have a good evening!"
I stride quickly to the door, seemingly intent on holding a conversation with the Officer there. It should put off anyone who wishes to voice their displeasure with the arrangements for a little while at least. Let them steam a bit.
Damn, I should have stayed at home.
~~~
"I apologise, men, but when I said we are all stuck in here, I meant all of us. You are as much as suspect as any other, Mister Jives. Sorry to say, but you will have to stay here. I'm sure the ship will run just fine without yourself and the waitress, Miss Jane.
As for the child? His father has asked that he be kept with him at all times. I am also not a fan of having a child in these conditions but it is protocol. I cannot allow any suspected of murder to have free roam of the ship, especially due to the chance for evidence to go missing. Keep this among yourself, gentlemen, as I'd rather not worry the ladies, but as we speak all your rooms are currently being searched."
I hate this, telling them stuff like this, but if it keeps them from rebelling and understanding the situation they are in, well, I'll do it. Protocols, protocols, protocols. God, I hate them but the only other alternative is to get a new job.
Maybe I should consider that...
~~~
I finally finish talking to the officer at the door and look out over the room. There's no more news just yet, but progress is being made on the search of everyone's quarters. That said, they're still only half done and will probably be searching late into the night.
At least the majority of the suspects have calmed down a bit. Some, I'm sure, are just biding their time, but others seem to have even forgotten about the body that lay next to the stage a scant hour or so ago.
In fact, someone has even gotten bold enough to scramble up on the small stage and mess around up there. I feel another headache coming on...
~~~
I watch in silence as the suspects toss theories and speculations back and forth between each other, late into the night. There's a lot of name-calling, insults and childish behaviour, but they behave pretty well besides. I've definitely been surprised with how co-operative they have all been about having to stay here the night.
It's nearing Midnight when I stand up and finally announce time for bed. It makes me feel like I'm their parent or something, especially when they all seem to comply.
I still don't have any idea as to who the murderer is. We'll see if the searching of the personal quarters turns up anything of interest tomorrow, and hopefully there will be some new clues to work off. I didn't really expect this to be wound up on the first day, but it would have been nice. Damn, and I've still to catch a clue about the Cartel, too.
Tomorrow will probably be a hectic day. I'd better get to bed.
Rules
Most typical rules of Mafia apply - that is,
- no quoting PMs
- no communication outside of the thread unless told you are allowed
- no cheating
- no posting when you're dead unless told to
- no editing your posts in this thread
There are also a few new rules:
- You MUST participate. At least ten posts per day phase, if you are able, or else you will be replaced/mod killed.
- You must make an effort to Role Play.
- I may PM you with some instructions. These are to be followed.
Information:
- Lynching will be done by majority votes: That is, if there are 11 alive, it will take 6 to lynch.
- Only roles (Mafia, Cartel, Town, Indy) will be revealed on death.
- You may submit a night action each night, if you have one.
- You will all receive flavour during the night. Sharing that will be up to you but no quoting.
Day Phase will be 72 hours, Night Phase will be 48 - unless stated otherwise for whatever reason. >.>
Current Living Player List
Mr Chearlie/Craig Harver Town Druggie
Zeuzio/David Simmons Cartel
Gourd_Clae/Maria Eddington
MirrorMasq/Mrs Margraves
Jeroen_Sol/Essex Independent Slaver
thatbennyguy/Jives Town
Yellow Magic/Ms Lee, Town Investigator
CAVE_DOG_IS_BACK/Cinatti Town
Dudesoft/Mr Margraves
chana/Michael Simmons Innocent
Adon237/Jane Starmoon
LittleWingGuy/Indrah/Sara Eddington
Nessiah/Fevell, Town
Any questions, PM me~
But no, the Inspector and the Rookie are playing undercover in order to root out the culprit and the members of the Cartel that they are sure are in the room, too. Well, the Inspector is sure, anyway - demanded that I treat both of them like any other suspect.
I'll do my job, though, so I guess I should pay attention. Let me see what I managed to jot down while my head was still spinning.
Mister Margraves
Missus Margraves
Mister Harver
Miss Jane
Miss Maria
Miss Sara
A pretty decent list of names, some of them quite troublesome - I hate dealing with the Upper Class. The ones I've had the ... pleasure to meet, were all entitled pains in the arse, so full of themselves they were liable to burst at the slightest inclination of anything not up to their exacting standards.
I'm already getting a headache and the case has barely begun. I need something strong in my gut, but I'll be damned if I'll be allowed to drink before this is over with.
I may as well start with the body, then. An older gentleman, hit from behind in the Dining Room around 2:40 PM in the afternoon. The room had been closed at about 2PM, and emptied of staff by 2:30 so there wasn't much of a time gap between the death and the last staff member leaving. That's why the last two staff members to leave the room were rounded up. The rest of the group were found nearby at the time and have no real alibi.
I've no current name for the dead man, though I've requested the crew do a head-count. He was probably one of those hermit-types who stayed in his room the whole trip. He definitely looks the type.
The murder weapon was found next to the body, wiped clean of prints. It's a bust of the owner of the ship and was on display about two feet away from the body, or so I've been told. So this was probably not a pre-meditated murder. Damn, there's too few clues to go on. I guess I'll have to keep my eye out.
First things first, though. Alibis and interviews. This is gonna be one hell of a day, I just know it...
Introduce yourselves, all, and answer me these questions three~
Name, Occupation, Reason for being on the Garnet Tide.
Of course, you're not going to tell us everything now, are you? But do try to be nice~
Current Clues and Information
There are four 'groups' in this game: Mafia, Cartel, Independents and Town
There's an unknown dead man. He was hit on the head by a bust at 2:40PM.
When his body was taken away a note fell from it. The note described some sort of transaction that took place and mentions a receipt of some kind. Note was added to Evidence.
Map
The body was found at the left of the stage. The Bar is now a makeshift holding cell. Right side is the women's area. The left is the men's area.
Evidence
Crumpled Letter - slightly torn and crumpled as though either read a lot or crushed in a fist. Found on the deceased. Author currently unknown, but thought to be the deceased himself. Half of it is missing.
"My Dear Friend,
I do hope this letter finds you well. I must say, it shall be wonderful to see you once more and I hope that the goods you promised to bring with you are in good shape. You do know how much I enjoy these things when they're brand new and I am very much looking forward to checking them out for myself.
After our transaction is completed, we should get together for a quiet game of Backgammon, share a bottle of Pimms finest and reminisce about the old times. Sounds a treat, doesn't it?
Oh, and don't forget to bring the receipt for the items. I almost got into trouble the last time when you forgot. Something about having little claim to them and ..."
I do hope this letter finds you well. I must say, it shall be wonderful to see you once more and I hope that the goods you promised to bring with you are in good shape. You do know how much I enjoy these things when they're brand new and I am very much looking forward to checking them out for myself.
After our transaction is completed, we should get together for a quiet game of Backgammon, share a bottle of Pimms finest and reminisce about the old times. Sounds a treat, doesn't it?
Oh, and don't forget to bring the receipt for the items. I almost got into trouble the last time when you forgot. Something about having little claim to them and ..."
Blood-stained Bust - most likely the murder weapon. The bust depicts the visage of the owner of the Garnet Tide and is rather garish - more so with the blood that currently covers it. There are no finger prints.
Small Satchel of Oparium
Found in the bathroom after an attack (?), this small satchel carries residue of the hallucinogenic drug, Oparium, which is known to make users violent and dangerous when confronted. The drug is missing, possibly used by the attacker.Yes, the drug can be taken intravenously.
'Livestock' Receipt
The name has been removed due to being found in a highly influential persons' room. It was from the deceased, Mr Ryan Coldidge, and details the sale of two 'animals' - namely, slaves, according the the Acts and guidelines cited.
"To: NAME REMOVED
This document is to prove the purchase of two (2) livestock under the Class Q-31 Act. Both animals are in sound health and mind. Both are registered and marked in the proper and usual manner. The cost of both is $2000 Pounds total, that is $1000 Pounds each. Payment has been received. The bearer of this document is considered the owner of said livestock and may sell or use them as S/He sees fit as long as they abide by the guidelines set down by the 1872 Provinces Convention.
Enjoy your purchases.
From: Ryan Coldidge.
PS: Hope you enjoy these two, old friend. I know you prefer them young and pretty!
"
This document is to prove the purchase of two (2) livestock under the Class Q-31 Act. Both animals are in sound health and mind. Both are registered and marked in the proper and usual manner. The cost of both is $2000 Pounds total, that is $1000 Pounds each. Payment has been received. The bearer of this document is considered the owner of said livestock and may sell or use them as S/He sees fit as long as they abide by the guidelines set down by the 1872 Provinces Convention.
Enjoy your purchases.
From: Ryan Coldidge.
PS: Hope you enjoy these two, old friend. I know you prefer them young and pretty!
"
Needles
Quite a few needles were found in Mr Harvers room, some used, some not. He has yet to answer why there were there.
Deceased Information
An official piece of paper which has details on the Deceased.
Name: Ryan Coldidge
Age: 57
Gender: Male
Known Alias': Mister Col
Occupation: Unknown
Police Record: Handling stolen goods (dropped), Kidnapping (dropped), Racketeering (dropped), Smuggling (dropped), Smuggling (dropped), Theft (dropped), Theft (dropped), Fraud (dropped), Fraud (dropped), Theft (dropped)
Other information:
Rumour has it that Mr Coldidge has ties to a lot of underground businesses including slave-running, smuggling, insider-trading and racketeering.
He has been suspected of various small crimes, though he has never been charged with anything.
He has been accused of handling stolen goods and there was some nasty business with a kidnapped child, though he managed to get out of that one somehow, since all charges were dropped and it was revealed to be a family issue.
He's known to be a philanthropist and funds a soup kitchen and Women's shelter, so a lot of people consider him a kindly man who is just misunderstood and gives many second chances to those who probably don't deserve them.
No one can quite trace where his large fortune comes from but many believe it to be ill-gotten.
Note
A note found on Mr Simmons' body after his death. It has the East Province Cartel insignia stamped on it.
"Carve the sentence 'Seven shells to the forwind' into a bookshelf backstage to signal the next group of the pickup."
Blood-stained Knife
A bloody divers knife found in Mr Simmons' hand after his death, presumed to be the murder weapon of both he and Mr Fevell.
Blood stained Statuette
Used to kill Inspector Lee, it's the partner of the original murder weapon and covered in blood, though any finger prints have been wiped off.
Flavour
Introduction/Day 01
The Garnet Tide, an up-scale riverboat which travels the length of the Zangatti river. In this fine establishment men and women of all backgrounds mix freely, distracted by the gambling, music, dancing and other fine entertainments found aboard.
I like a bit of class and pomp, sure, but I've never been one for bright lights and music, though the card tables are right up my alley. I'm here because my boss needed an extra hand, and he's here because he's following a lead on some drug-running cartel who are supposedly aboard the boat. I can't say I don't appreciate the offer of a free ride on a riverboat of this calibre and it was awfully nice of the office to pay our way, but chances are our doughnut rations are going to be cut for the next month or two. And that's just one more reason to not want to be here.
Another is the screaming we just heard coming from the dining room. Looks like I won't be hitting the card table for a while yet. Damn duty and her impatient nature. The bitch has always had it out for me.
~~~
I'm standing in the corner, looking at the faces surrounding me. There's a fair few people in the room at the moment, all looking at me or each other. It's odd. I've never wanted power of any sort, always happy to follow the Inspectors' lead, but here I am, in charge of a murder case. Goddamnit. I never asked for this!
But no, the Inspector and the Rookie are playing undercover in order to root out the culprit and the members of the Cartel that they are sure are in the room, too. Well, the Inspector is sure, anyway - demanded that I treat both of them like any other suspect.
I'll do my job, though, so I guess I should pay attention. Let me see what I managed to jot down while my head was still spinning.
Mister Margraves
Missus Margraves
Ms Lee
Mister Harver
Lady Cinatti
Miss Jane
Miss Maria
Miss Sara
Mister Jives
Mister Simmons
Michael Simmons
Lord Essex
Mister Fevell
A pretty decent list of names, some of them quite troublesome - I hate dealing with the Upper Class. The ones I've had the ... pleasure to meet, were all entitled pains in the arse, so full of themselves they were liable to burst at the slightest inclination of anything not up to their exacting standards.
I'm already getting a headache and the case has barely begun. I need something strong in my gut, but I'll be damned if I'll be allowed to drink before this is over with.
I may as well start with the body, then. An older gentleman, hit from behind in the Dining Room around 2:40 PM in the afternoon. The room had been closed at about 2PM, and emptied of staff by 2:30 so there wasn't much of a time gap between the death and the last staff member leaving. That's why the last two staff members to leave the room were rounded up. The rest of the group were found nearby at the time and have no real alibi.
I've no current name for the dead man, though I've requested the crew do a head-count. He was probably one of those hermit-types who stayed in his room the whole trip. He definitely looks the type.
The murder weapon was found next to the body, wiped clean of prints. It's a bust of the owner of the ship and was on display about two feet away from the body, or so I've been told. So this was probably not a pre-meditated murder. Damn, there's too few clues to go on. I guess I'll have to keep my eye out.
First things first, though. Alibis and interviews. This is gonna be one hell of a day, I just know it...
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I watch the group of those who have been interviewed as they interact. It's hard to get a read on them; harder to think that any one in this room could be a murderer. A lot of the suspects still have to be interviewed but a break might be a good idea.
At the door I summon one of the plain-clothed detectives, asking them to bring some food and drink. For one, that kid should be getting hungry about now. So am I, come to think of it. I haven't had a drop since breakfast and lunch is well-over. Dinner should be starting soon and I don't know where they're going to be having it tonight because this room is closed to all but myself, the officers guarding the doors and the suspects with-in.
I'd like to see the body moved or at least covered before dinner arrives, but I have to wait until the Medical Officer shows up and apparently he has a few patients to tend to first - the living before the dead, as my father always said.
At least someone is making an effort to keep the child entertained. That's good. Better for him to focus on something other than the grisly scene in the middle of the room. Better for us all, really.
I've ordered a few of my men to gather up some supplies for the night. We'll be sleeping in this room - all of us - until this murder is solved or we reach the nearest port. It's hard to say which will come first, but I'm determined not to mess this up. Now that I'm stuck with the damn job, I may as well do it right.
One of the officers sidles up to me and whispers something in my ear. Seems that the Medical Officer is finally on his way down. Good. I don't need to be told that the deceased died from blunt force trauma to the head, but following the protocols is a good thing, or so they tell me. Besides, at least the Cadaver will finally be removed and we can all settle down a bit before the night.
God, I'm hungry.
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Just two more suspects to question, both girls have kept to themselves so far but they'll soon warm up, I'm sure. It can wait until after dinner is served, though.
I'm being signalled again by the officer at the door. The ships' Medical Officer has finally arrived - apparently he got distracted by someone on the way. Probably another 'richer than thou' snob who wanted something asinine of him and spent the rest of the time gossiping. You can't trust people to be on time any more. I just hope this doesn't count as my fault when this is all over and done with. The body should have been removed hours ago.
I let him in and watch carefully as he examines the body. The rest of the suspects have congregated into a group, with a few of them on the outskirts - obvious loners who will probably bear watching closely. All in all, they seem to be getting along well, despite the age and class differences. We'll see how long that lasts when they spend more time together. I'm expecting more than a couple of arguments and hell of a lot more posturing before this thing is through.
Finally the Medical Officer gives his opinion - blunt force trauma to the back of the head. Nothing I couldn't see with my own eyes, but I guess it's good to have confirmation at least. He'll be taking the body back to the Sick Bay to examine further and hopefully glean more information about the man there. Good riddance. Dead bodies creep me the hell out.
As he leaves with the body, one of the lads at the door lets me know that dinner is on it's way in a cart. Finally. If this lot aren't fed and watered soon, I don't think they'll take my after-dinner talk too well.
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Dinner has come and gone without too much incident and the last of the suspects have been interviewed - two slave girls. Sisters. Young. It's a horrible tradition but one that is prevalent in many rich families still. And they wonder why I hate the bastards so much. The last thing I want to deal with right now is a fight between the pro- and negative-slavery movements. Especially during a murder case.
God, I hope Scarrow doesn't hear about this. It's the very last thing I need right now - an incident caused by an ex-slave trying to free current ones. It's a sad fate for the girls, but there's nothing I can lawfully do unless there's proof of neglect, abuse or injury. Unfortunately, both girls seem to be in good health, if a little worn-down by their work. Poor kids.
I stand up and try to catch the attention of the assorted group. I've suspicions about some of them but no proof; no evidence. I look at each of them in the eye, then say a fast prayer in my mind before telling them. Best get the good out of the way because they won't want to listen to it after I'm done with the rest of the news.
"I have here a map of the current room, kindly sketched up by Mister Fevell. The area near stage-left is currently out of bounds to all, so please, stay away unless you wish to be considered even more of a suspect than you already are."
It's not a bad map, either, even if it is pink. Hot pink at that. Is Mister Fevell a...? No, back on topic. Nice, safe, going-to-get-me-killed-or-fired-or-both topic. The Bad News.
"It seems that due to the lack of viable evidence all of us will be confined to this room until further notice."
I can already hear the robust voice of the Lady Cinatti and the grumbling of the younger man, Harver - both protesting, but I used to be a stage actor and boy, do I know how to throw my voice. I shout down their protests and wait for silence before I continue. Damn, wish it were the Inspector doing this - now there's someone who can silence a room! One look is all it takes and everyone - from the highest Nobles to the meekest bus-boy - is dead still. I'd kill for that skill. Or, well, at least maim, maybe.
"As I said, we will all be stuck in this room, together, until such time as the culprit is caught or we arrive at the nearest port." God, I hope I catch the person who did this first. Chances are that if the port authorities take over this case, anyone who is affluent or famous will be laughing their way out of the station, while the other poor shmucks become the main suspects.
I chance another glance around the room. Damn. They don't look impressed. Well, better get the worst out of the way.
"That said, alternate bedding will be provided by the staff - kit beds mostly, with plenty of bedding - and a section will be cordoned off for the ladies. Needless to say, anyone caught out of bed during the night hours will be locked in the side room and kept for extensive questioning."
The bar area will serve for a makeshift cell, I suppose. Thank God there are restrooms off the Dining room so I don't have to worry about them sneaking things in and out.
"Lastly, I ask that you bear with me, but...," Dammit, I just know there's going to be trouble when I say this. "Ahem! Lastly... alternate clothes and accessories will be provided for you for the night. Thank you and please have a good evening!"
I stride quickly to the door, seemingly intent on holding a conversation with the Officer there. It should put off anyone who wishes to voice their displeasure with the arrangements for a little while at least. Let them steam a bit.
Damn, I should have stayed at home.
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"I apologise, men, but when I said we are all stuck in here, I meant all of us. You are as much as suspect as any other, Mister Jives. Sorry to say, but you will have to stay here. I'm sure the ship will run just fine without yourself and the waitress, Miss Jane.
As for the child? His father has asked that he be kept with him at all times. I am also not a fan of having a child in these conditions but it is protocol. I cannot allow any suspected of murder to have free roam of the ship, especially due to the chance for evidence to go missing. Keep this among yourself, gentlemen, as I'd rather not worry the ladies, but as we speak all your rooms are currently being searched."
I hate this, telling them stuff like this, but if it keeps them from rebelling and understanding the situation they are in, well, I'll do it. Protocols, protocols, protocols. God, I hate them but the only other alternative is to get a new job.
Maybe I should consider that...
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I finally finish talking to the officer at the door and look out over the room. There's no more news just yet, but progress is being made on the search of everyone's quarters. That said, they're still only half done and will probably be searching late into the night.
At least the majority of the suspects have calmed down a bit. Some, I'm sure, are just biding their time, but others seem to have even forgotten about the body that lay next to the stage a scant hour or so ago.
In fact, someone has even gotten bold enough to scramble up on the small stage and mess around up there. I feel another headache coming on...
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I watch in silence as the suspects toss theories and speculations back and forth between each other, late into the night. There's a lot of name-calling, insults and childish behaviour, but they behave pretty well besides. I've definitely been surprised with how co-operative they have all been about having to stay here the night.
It's nearing Midnight when I stand up and finally announce time for bed. It makes me feel like I'm their parent or something, especially when they all seem to comply.
I still don't have any idea as to who the murderer is. We'll see if the searching of the personal quarters turns up anything of interest tomorrow, and hopefully there will be some new clues to work off. I didn't really expect this to be wound up on the first day, but it would have been nice. Damn, and I've still to catch a clue about the Cartel, too.
Tomorrow will probably be a hectic day. I'd better get to bed.
Rules
Most typical rules of Mafia apply - that is,
- no quoting PMs
- no communication outside of the thread unless told you are allowed
- no cheating
- no posting when you're dead unless told to
- no editing your posts in this thread
There are also a few new rules:
- You MUST participate. At least ten posts per day phase, if you are able, or else you will be replaced/mod killed.
- You must make an effort to Role Play.
- I may PM you with some instructions. These are to be followed.
Information:
- Lynching will be done by majority votes: That is, if there are 11 alive, it will take 6 to lynch.
- Only roles (Mafia, Cartel, Town, Indy) will be revealed on death.
- You may submit a night action each night, if you have one.
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Day Phase will be 72 hours, Night Phase will be 48 - unless stated otherwise for whatever reason. >.>
Current Living Player List
Gourd_Clae/Maria Eddington
MirrorMasq/Mrs Margraves
Dudesoft/Mr Margraves
Adon237/Jane Starmoon
LittleWingGuy/Indrah/Sara Eddington
Any questions, PM me~
Introduce yourselves, all, and answer me these questions three~
Name, Occupation, Reason for being on the Garnet Tide.
"I can't believe a murder happened..." I look around the crime scene with a mixture of fear and excitement. "Oh!" I jump in surprise as the Sergeant calls me, "Hello Mr. Sergeant, sir."
"I believe I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Lawrence Fevell, it's nice to meet you, sir." I give him a cheery smile, "My occupation? Hmm, I work as..." I just give him a grin and laugh a bit, "I don't know, may I ask for a lawyer? I'm afraid of the legal implications of my job. It's nothing "illegal" but I like to be cautious."
We look at each other for a moment in silence, "Awww, you can't take a joke, can you? I'm a gambler! I happened to get lucky at one night on the casino and won a sweet ticket to ride the Garnet Tide. Please don't look at me like that." I give him a laugh as I raise my hand for assurance. "I heard it's every gambler's dream to be in a place like this. So I'm just excited to be here." I look over the corpse with a somber tone, "Well, until this happened anyway. If I could I'd leave this room right now. I feel like throwing up."
Name, Occupation, Reason for being on the Garnet Tide.
"I can't believe a murder happened..." I look around the crime scene with a mixture of fear and excitement. "Oh!" I jump in surprise as the Sergeant calls me, "Hello Mr. Sergeant, sir."
"I believe I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Lawrence Fevell, it's nice to meet you, sir." I give him a cheery smile, "My occupation? Hmm, I work as..." I just give him a grin and laugh a bit, "I don't know, may I ask for a lawyer? I'm afraid of the legal implications of my job. It's nothing "illegal" but I like to be cautious."
We look at each other for a moment in silence, "Awww, you can't take a joke, can you? I'm a gambler! I happened to get lucky at one night on the casino and won a sweet ticket to ride the Garnet Tide. Please don't look at me like that." I give him a laugh as I raise my hand for assurance. "I heard it's every gambler's dream to be in a place like this. So I'm just excited to be here." I look over the corpse with a somber tone, "Well, until this happened anyway. If I could I'd leave this room right now. I feel like throwing up."
Jeroen_Sol
Nothing reveals Humanity so well as the games it plays. A game of betrayal, where the most suspicious person is brutally murdered? How savage.
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You wish to know the title of my personage? I shall answer these questions you ask, if you can ensure me you will catch the perpetrator who committed this foul act. I am Lord Ridgerow Essex II, Esquire. As a landowner, this thing you call an occupation holds little meaning to me, but I will grace you with the reason of my presence here. I had heard two friends of mine have boarded this vessel, and I decided it would be worthwile catching up with them. It appears I must have been mistaken, as I have not seen them as of now.
Jeroen_Sol
Nothing reveals Humanity so well as the games it plays. A game of betrayal, where the most suspicious person is brutally murdered? How savage.
3885
You are into gambling too, sir Fevell? Perhaps once this madness has been dealt with you could join me around the roulette table?
Zeuzio
3787
"Oh dear..." I mutter under my breath. "If there's a killer on the loose, then I want to get off this damn boat! ...Oh, my name? It's David Simmons." I look down at the little boy sitting in my lap. "An' this is my son. Go on, boy, tell this nice man yer name..."
"I-I erm..." I look at him wide eyed and scratch the back of my head, "Certainly sir, I can't promise about my skills though. If I may ask, you were looking for two friends of yours? If I could get a physical description, I might be able to tell if I saw them earlier."
Hi, I'm Michael, and I'm traveling with my daddy, wooow, this going to be fun! Oh, his name is Mr Simmons, I mean my daddy. I also brought my favorite cartoons, you want to know what they are? well, I'll tell you: Mighty, Magical D and Swordsmen from planet Z, yeeaaah! If you want I'll lend them to you, but NOT my Super Clone Fighter figure! I guess it's too bad that man died, but, well, I didn't know him, sooo...
"A kid in a place like this? Wouldn't it be safe if he's taken away from the crime scene during this investigation?"
Oh dear. So many new faces here. I believe I shall introduce myself as well. I am Missus Margraves. My fellow husband is somewhere near too. I hope he'll join us soon.
"I suppose." I nod in understanding, "Mr. Simmons, isn't it? I don't like the idea of children seeing anything... like this." I look at the corpse and back to the father, "Will it be alright if I play with him for a while? Don't worry, we won't be out of your sight. Just far enough that the body is hidden."
author=Zeuzio
"Oh dear..." I mutter under my breath. "If there's a killer on the loose, then I want to get off this damn boat! ...Oh, my name? It's David Simmons." I look down at the little boy sitting in my lap. "An' this is my son. Go on, boy, tell this nice man yer name..."
You scare as hell, and you then calm down to present your kid, the people on this boat sure is weird, so My name is Craig Harver, and I really don't want to talk about the other things. seems like the other weirdos haven't given their information so why would I.
"Oh, excuse me Sir Ridgerow. I apologize if I offended you by talking to another person all of a sudden. Children never fail to steal my attention whenever I see them on certain situations such as this."
Zeuzio
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"Eh...?" I say in surprise "Are you crazy? I can't just let my kid play with a random stranger! What if YOU are the killer?"
"I can't prove that I am not the killer. But if it makes you at ease, I too am also an entertainer. I can prove it if you would let me."
Gentlemen, please, no need in starting a fight. There's a lot of decent people, so we shouldn't throw accusations so easily.
"Thank you good sir." I wave my hand and smile in assurance, "Well then, Michael isn't it? How about a magic trick? I know a few and I might be able to surprise you."
