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~MURDER MYSTERY MAFIA~ [GAME THREAD]
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Close"But Ms. Sara, if I remember correctly, you can't go anywhere. We're all required to stay in this room until the Sergeant says so."
thatbennyguy
1612
I look at my guest list and see that everyone is present and accounted for. I make mental notes as to their roles and names, along with their temperaments, but I choose to scribble them down in a moment of haste. I then realize that this guest list will have to be for my own personal use, for I did not recognize a single name by face.
Steward's Guest List:
Steward's Guest List:
"Am I the only one who finds it wrong that they even have slaves on this ship?" I look around at everyone ignoring their argument.
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
'Slavery? How abhorrid! How could one ever commit an act as foul as selling a person's freedom? Someone please get these poor girls some proper clothing and beverages.
"Like it seems that someone here is aware that there are slaves running about." I try to remember who asked the girls if they have a master.
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
What if the transaction between the killer and victim wasn't in goods whatsoever? Could it be a transaction... in people?
"That...is interesting." I ponder for a bit, "Sir Essex, you don't happen to know this person, do you? He seems to have a friend that he hasn't seen for a while as well. I mean it could be definitely a coincidence."
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
It is possible, I guess. Neither of my friends were the type to deal in slaves, neither did they seem to be the type to commit murder, but a lot can change in 10 years, I suppose... I mean, just look at my belly. It wasn't as... grand as it is now 10 years ago! HAWRHAWRHAWR!
thatbennyguy
1612
Lyle Jives, Chief Steward
"Muffin?" I offer Lawrence and Lord Ridgerow. "If you're looking for information about the slave girls, I spoke to the shorter one earlier -- you see she seemed in quite a hurry to escape the lobby, in a poor, dreadful state too. Didn't even manage to fetch her a coat, she could have caught the pneumonia!"
"Muffin?" I offer Lawrence and Lord Ridgerow. "If you're looking for information about the slave girls, I spoke to the shorter one earlier -- you see she seemed in quite a hurry to escape the lobby, in a poor, dreadful state too. Didn't even manage to fetch her a coat, she could have caught the pneumonia!"
Just as I'm about to reply to the dear Lady's scathing tone, I catch sight of the diminutive slave girls. "Slaves? On this very boat? This is outrageous! Where on Earth is their 'master'? I MUST have a word with him!
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
'Why thank you, sir Jives. Don't you think someone should chase after her? We want to keep everyone in this room, don't we?'
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
'Please settle down, lady Mittanon. If the 'master' of these two young girls in indeed present here, I am sure they will show up soon. There's no need to become agitated.'
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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MAP added to the Information!
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Current Vote Count
Dudesoft: 1 (CAVE_DOG_IS_BACK)
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.
~~~
MAP added to the Information!
~~~
Current Vote Count
Dudesoft: 1 (CAVE_DOG_IS_BACK)
"We'll be staying here the entire night? Is that even alright? I mean, this is a crime scene isn't it?" I look at the Sergeant surprised.
But the Sergeant leaves before I can protest. I curse under my breath
"I'm going to sleep on a place where a murder happened. Fantastic."
(I forgot he left <_<; )
"I'm going to sleep on a place where a murder happened. Fantastic."
(I forgot he left <_<; )
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
'What is this madness? Can't we just retire to our own cabins? If the murderer is among us, won´t that put all of us at risk? How can you even propose such an idea, sir?'
