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~MURDER MYSTERY MAFIA~ [GAME THREAD]
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Lady Cinatti
"I am afraid I was unfamiliar with the gentleman. My line of business is not conducted on boats."
"I am afraid I was unfamiliar with the gentleman. My line of business is not conducted on boats."
Michael
I also thought this man had a weird coat!.. And he did want to meet his friends, maybe he wanted to buy something from them?
author=Jeroen_Sol
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.
I also thought this man had a weird coat!.. And he did want to meet his friends, maybe he wanted to buy something from them?
Craig Harver
I turn to Lady Pavoratti with a what the fuck face. "Do this have a point at all, you go for lynching someone withouth giving reasons, then you call me clown and now this. God forgive me for not making my bed every morning but this is enough don't you think. If you have something important to said me do it, if you are just gonna throw me your rubbish, the only thing I won't take seriously is you, this girls this days are more annoying than before, as for the letter, I don't have too much to say"
(going to sleep)
author=CAVE_DOG_IS_BACK
Lady CinattiI turn to Craig Harver and give him an icy stare. "Sir, not a few moments ago you were complaining about these passengers not taking this seriously. And now you seek to chastise me? My my, what happened to the days when people recognized and deferred to their betters?"
I turn to Lady Pavoratti with a what the fuck face. "Do this have a point at all, you go for lynching someone withouth giving reasons, then you call me clown and now this. God forgive me for not making my bed every morning but this is enough don't you think. If you have something important to said me do it, if you are just gonna throw me your rubbish, the only thing I won't take seriously is you, this girls this days are more annoying than before, as for the letter, I don't have too much to say"
(going to sleep)
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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Ridgerow
I look at the cards on the table, and my face turns a little red. "Best two out of three it is." I say, as the cards once again fall in Margraves' favour. Afer a few losing hands my face turns even more red, and I start to go on a giant tirade, sweeping the cards off the table. Then I realize Michael is talking about me.
"Young boy, are you saying you think I may be the murderer? Preposterous!" My face turns even redder. "This coat... it is a form of art! And I assure you, I haven't had the pleasure of talking to any of my old friends yet, let me tell you! It is an impossibility that I have killed this man! I would never consort to such low means. I am a man of honour!"
I walk back to the couch, sit down, and pour myself another martini. The cold ice finally makes me calm down.
"Sorry about that, boy, I didn't mean to lose my temper like that. It appears losing baccarat got to me."
I look at the cards on the table, and my face turns a little red. "Best two out of three it is." I say, as the cards once again fall in Margraves' favour. Afer a few losing hands my face turns even more red, and I start to go on a giant tirade, sweeping the cards off the table. Then I realize Michael is talking about me.
author=chana
MichaelI also thought this man had a weird coat!.. And he did want to meet his friends, maybe he wanted to buy something from them?
"Young boy, are you saying you think I may be the murderer? Preposterous!" My face turns even redder. "This coat... it is a form of art! And I assure you, I haven't had the pleasure of talking to any of my old friends yet, let me tell you! It is an impossibility that I have killed this man! I would never consort to such low means. I am a man of honour!"
I walk back to the couch, sit down, and pour myself another martini. The cold ice finally makes me calm down.
"Sorry about that, boy, I didn't mean to lose my temper like that. It appears losing baccarat got to me."
Ms. Lee
"I beg your pardon, my Lady," I sneer, "But if you had bothered to listen to Mr. Harver reading the letter you would have heard the line, 'Oh, and don't forget to bring the receipt for the items.' which means that the business deal went ahead and all that was left was the delivery of the goods." And with regards to the receipt, on a boat such as this it would not be impossible for someone to notice any sort of burning or discarding.
author=CAVE_DOG_IS_BACK
I shake my head and sigh. "Fool. This was clearly a business deal gone awry. If the murderer was in possession of such a receipt, then they would also have the merchandise, no? But if that were the case, there would be no reason to not simply conduct the trade. Especially considering the fact that the victim and the perpetrator had a pre-existing relationship. Even if such a receipt existed, do you truly believe that the killer would not simply burn it or throw it overboard? Honestly, if you can't even figure out that, then perhaps you should keep your mouth shut from now on, as to not dilute intelligent conversation amongst the adults."
"I beg your pardon, my Lady," I sneer, "But if you had bothered to listen to Mr. Harver reading the letter you would have heard the line, 'Oh, and don't forget to bring the receipt for the items.' which means that the business deal went ahead and all that was left was the delivery of the goods." And with regards to the receipt, on a boat such as this it would not be impossible for someone to notice any sort of burning or discarding.
thatbennyguy
1612
author=Yellow Magic
I beg your pardon, Mister - I don't believe I caught your name - but I was under the impression that it was the good Sergeant's job to perform the interrogations...not yours. Perhaps you should stick to your stewarding duties and assist in the preparation of our meal? Heaven knows little Michael must be absolutely famished by now.
"Yes sir, I was just heading off to the kitchen now. I just wanted to be absolutely sure of your -obvious- innocence, sire. Since I did see a mysterious figure pop by round about 2:00PM from the kitchen. Seemed to be cloaked expensively, sir. I *just* wanted to make sure that it wasn't you I was seeing. Then again, I might be seeing things! The sea does that to you, you know! One moment, sir, the meal will be ready to you in a moment, tender and juicy for your eloquent taste buds!"
I scurry off to the kitchen.
I then stop and think for a moment. "Although there is something peculiar about letter, which includes the line 'After our transaction is completed'. Perhaps the receipt was for a deal made earlier..."
author=thatbennyguy
"Yes sir, I was just heading off to the kitchen now. I just wanted to be absolutely sure of your -obvious- innocence, sire. Since I did see a mysterious figure pop by round about 2:00PM from the kitchen. Seemed to be cloaked expensively, sir. I *just* wanted to make sure that it wasn't you I was seeing. Then again, I might be seeing things! The sea does that to you, you know! One moment, sir, the meal will be ready to you in a moment, tender and juicy for your eloquent taste buds!"
I scurry off to the kitchen.
"'SIR'? What are you implying, steward?", I yell as the man walks out. "Can you not see that I am a woman? As for the cloaked figure, there are many among us who have been blessed with great fortune. I would be cautious of the Lady, myself, but at this stage I shall behave with dignity and refrain from such accusations."
thatbennyguy
1612
I wheeled around and apologized to the madame.
"I beg your pardon, Miss Lee. Er, -Ms.- Lee. I'm sorry, I did not mean to offend you in any way or fashion by calling you Sire, if anything it does not imply masculinity, and well yes your coat was very fashionably large, so it seemed to cover your hair and face, and well, I was unsure if you were female or dressing as such, depending on your... eh, alignment."
I stood in silence, before realizing that I had said enough to dig a hole for myself through to China. I stormed out of the room, face to the ground, milling in my own self-pity.
"I beg your pardon, Miss Lee. Er, -Ms.- Lee. I'm sorry, I did not mean to offend you in any way or fashion by calling you Sire, if anything it does not imply masculinity, and well yes your coat was very fashionably large, so it seemed to cover your hair and face, and well, I was unsure if you were female or dressing as such, depending on your... eh, alignment."
I stood in silence, before realizing that I had said enough to dig a hole for myself through to China. I stormed out of the room, face to the ground, milling in my own self-pity.
Lady Whatever my name is
Ugh. The ignorance of the masses..
"Quelle idée! The murder weapon was a statue that was located very close to the victim. This indicates that the the crime was probably not premeditated. A likely scenario is that some aspect of the deal turned sour at the last minute, resulting in a...layoff. I must say, if this is what transpired, I approve of the murderer's business accumen.
But if that is the case, where are the goods? Why haven't they been found? If they existed and I was searching for them, they would have been found within minutes, I tell you. I suspect that the victim was supposed to bring something and did not, resulting in the killer's wrath. It would not make any sense for the murderer to kill him and take his merchandise. It would eventually be found and used to convict him.
Perhaps the murder was premeditated and the killer simply found a more suitable weapon that could not be traced back to him. In either case, it is frankly ludicrious that you would put forth the assertion that someone could not burn something on this ship or simply throw it off the ship. Cigars are a common vice, and as for disposing of unwanted objects, it's really a quite simple affair in all areas of life. Perhaps you could be shown later.
Regardless of whatever you would like to incorrectly believe, there are a few more matters that must be addressed.
Firstly, why does this note exist at all? The killer was careful to leave no other trace of his presence at the crime scene. Why the note, something that could potentially incriminate him? Even with the offending piece of paper ripped in half, it still could be used as a nail in a crucifix. I would assume, from this, that there are two possibilities. Either the killer, in his haste to make his leave, did not search the victim, or the note itself is a forgery.
Secondly, the merchandise mentioned in the note appears to be a perishable of some sort. This certainly does not narrow down the list by much, but it does, at the very least, serve as a testament to the fact that this transaction had nothing to do with my particular business.
"Oh? And only forty minutes before the murder occured, you say?" I smirk slightly. "Please sir, could you tell us what happened any earlier? Yesterday? Last week, perhaps?
"I beg your pardon, my Lady," I sneer, "But if you had bothered to listen to Mr. Harver reading the letter you would have heard the line, 'Oh, and don't forget to bring the receipt for the items.' which means that the business deal went ahead and all that was left was the delivery of the goods." And with regards to the receipt, on a boat such as this it would not be impossible for someone to notice any sort of burning or discarding.
Ugh. The ignorance of the masses..
"Quelle idée! The murder weapon was a statue that was located very close to the victim. This indicates that the the crime was probably not premeditated. A likely scenario is that some aspect of the deal turned sour at the last minute, resulting in a...layoff. I must say, if this is what transpired, I approve of the murderer's business accumen.
But if that is the case, where are the goods? Why haven't they been found? If they existed and I was searching for them, they would have been found within minutes, I tell you. I suspect that the victim was supposed to bring something and did not, resulting in the killer's wrath. It would not make any sense for the murderer to kill him and take his merchandise. It would eventually be found and used to convict him.
Perhaps the murder was premeditated and the killer simply found a more suitable weapon that could not be traced back to him. In either case, it is frankly ludicrious that you would put forth the assertion that someone could not burn something on this ship or simply throw it off the ship. Cigars are a common vice, and as for disposing of unwanted objects, it's really a quite simple affair in all areas of life. Perhaps you could be shown later.
Regardless of whatever you would like to incorrectly believe, there are a few more matters that must be addressed.
Firstly, why does this note exist at all? The killer was careful to leave no other trace of his presence at the crime scene. Why the note, something that could potentially incriminate him? Even with the offending piece of paper ripped in half, it still could be used as a nail in a crucifix. I would assume, from this, that there are two possibilities. Either the killer, in his haste to make his leave, did not search the victim, or the note itself is a forgery.
Secondly, the merchandise mentioned in the note appears to be a perishable of some sort. This certainly does not narrow down the list by much, but it does, at the very least, serve as a testament to the fact that this transaction had nothing to do with my particular business.
"Yes sir, I was just heading off to the kitchen now. I just wanted to be absolutely sure of your -obvious- innocence, sire. Since I did see a mysterious figure pop by round about 2:00PM from the kitchen. Seemed to be cloaked expensively, sir. I *just* wanted to make sure that it wasn't you I was seeing. Then again, I might be seeing things! The sea does that to you, you know! One moment, sir, the meal will be ready to you in a moment, tender and juicy for your eloquent taste buds!"
I scurry off to the kitchen.
"Oh? And only forty minutes before the murder occured, you say?" I smirk slightly. "Please sir, could you tell us what happened any earlier? Yesterday? Last week, perhaps?
A young slave girl bursts into the room. "S-sorry! I was helping our master!" Though, she was not truly sure of what she had been doing as all that running to get here in time truly winded her enough that she didn't care if she was telling the truth right now. She could tell them later.
"I hope my older sister gets here soon. I'm Maria by the way, nice to meet you all!"
"I hope my older sister gets here soon. I'm Maria by the way, nice to meet you all!"
“I must say, you have all been talking very loudly. Not one has given me a chance to speak! My name is Sara Eddington. I am but a simple slave. Many years ago, I used to go by the stage name Little Wing Guy, and let me tell you, my wings were the only thing little about me *wink*. But I digress, that was before I embraced my true self as a beautiful woman *twirls*.
I think I over hear someone say something about a murder! How dreadful! I sure hope it wasn’t that lovely older gentleman, he was divine, rich and didn‘t yet write me in his will, oh well *sigh*. Well it couldn’t have been me that murdered him, I wouldn’t have anything to gain, plus I was doing chores all night long, and if you have a look everything is sparkly clean!”
I think I over hear someone say something about a murder! How dreadful! I sure hope it wasn’t that lovely older gentleman, he was divine, rich and didn‘t yet write me in his will, oh well *sigh*. Well it couldn’t have been me that murdered him, I wouldn’t have anything to gain, plus I was doing chores all night long, and if you have a look everything is sparkly clean!”
thatbennyguy
1612
I bring out a plate of crackers and cheese, with a tomato relish side.
"Excuse me, kindly," I say, shuffling my way through the crowd to see the Lady speak. I turn to a slave girl, who is dressed in very drab and dirty clothing. "Do you need a new coat? You look cold as anything in those garments. I could get you a coat from the lost property, or something more fitting. Please tell me you're having a good time aboard the ship. By any chance would you mind telling me the name of your master? I would like to have a chat with him about the contentious issue of harbouring slaves on a ship like this. Oh look, you're all wet! Have you been scrubbing? We need to get something warm for you right away!"
"Excuse me, kindly," I say, shuffling my way through the crowd to see the Lady speak. I turn to a slave girl, who is dressed in very drab and dirty clothing. "Do you need a new coat? You look cold as anything in those garments. I could get you a coat from the lost property, or something more fitting. Please tell me you're having a good time aboard the ship. By any chance would you mind telling me the name of your master? I would like to have a chat with him about the contentious issue of harbouring slaves on a ship like this. Oh look, you're all wet! Have you been scrubbing? We need to get something warm for you right away!"
I return my attention to the scene as I finish scribbling on my notebook. A bunch of unfamiliar faces hit me. "Since when did we become this crowded?" I take a moment to listen to everyone and try to get back to reality.
“Are you talking to me? Oh how sweet of you, I’ve never had anyone bring me a plate of cheese and crackers. *Gasp*…and is that tomato relish on the side? Oh my, you know how to treat a lady!
My Master you say? *I mumble with a full mouth* Well if you’re going to get my master in trouble, I can’t tell you a word! I’m a slave girl don‘t forget, he treats me ever so cruelly if I step out of line, I do not wish for myself to also end up murdered on this ship! Oh yes I have been scrubbing, all night long without much of a breal. I am quite wet indeed, but that’s only been since you’ve started talking to me, teehee, I kid, I kid.”
My Master you say? *I mumble with a full mouth* Well if you’re going to get my master in trouble, I can’t tell you a word! I’m a slave girl don‘t forget, he treats me ever so cruelly if I step out of line, I do not wish for myself to also end up murdered on this ship! Oh yes I have been scrubbing, all night long without much of a breal. I am quite wet indeed, but that’s only been since you’ve started talking to me, teehee, I kid, I kid.”
"Oh my god!" I scream dramatically. "I've just remembered I have to go back to work, and it'll be exactly five hours before I can talk to you all again and answer any more of your questions, it's a tough life being a slave!"
