~MURDER MYSTERY MAFIA~ [GAME THREAD]

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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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I start to walk after the Sergeant, but lose him out of my sight upon reaching the door, and walk back into the room, still fuming.
"It's no use Sir Essex. The Sergeant just left us here and dashed to the door." I say in disgust as I fold my arms. "Even if the murderer is with us, I don't think he, or she, whatever, would be stupid enough to kill someone on a crowded place."
"But using clothes that aren't mine..." I sigh. "I hope they get my size right."
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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-sigh- I shake my head in disbelief.

'I hope you are right, sir Fevell. Let us hope this investigation will prove to be more fruitful tomorrow.'

#nolynch
I nod and sigh, "I wonder...Why did they have to leave the kid here? I mean, I'm sure the father would rather have his kid away from here."

I eye at the exit doors suspiciously trying to find a reason. "They can't be suspecting the kid as a murderer, right?"
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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'Fancy a game of blackjack to pass the time, sir Fevell? It can take our minds off this ridiculous situation we're finding ourselves in.'
author=Archeia_Nessiah
I nod and sigh, "I wonder...Why did they have to leave the kid here? I mean, I'm sure the father would rather have his kid away from here."

I eye at the exit doors suspiciously trying to find a reason. "They can't be suspecting the kid as a murderer, right?"


Lyle Jives, Chief Steward
"That would be a horrible sensation, Sire," I dryly comment to Mr. Fevell. "There isn't much room for error, is there, though? I mean, technically, a boy could have wielded a small mace or candlestick... but to strike it with such strength would require much more force, more than that boy's got in his entire body. Poor child.

And on that note, I must fetch some supper for him. After that, I shall retire to my quarters and catch a nod or two before breakfast. 'Tis a shame that this has to be your trapped lodgings, sire, but I do hope our maids have secured the best lodgings for you all. Good night, magician."

#nolynch
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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'Wait, sir Jives! Are you saying you will be staying in your own quarters while we sleep here on the scene of a murder, possibly with a murderer among us?'
"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...
author=Jeroen_Sol
'Wait, sir Jives! Are you saying you will be staying in your own quarters while we sleep here on the scene of a murder, possibly with a murderer among us?'


Lyle Jives, Chief Steward
"Are we all sleeping here for the time being? Well then pardon me for thinking of retiring to my headquarters so comfortably. If we are to lie here, then lie here we must! Let it be! Live and let live! Command and conquer! Veni vidi vici! Mamma mia! Luigi!"

((OOC: You'll notice posts get crazier when for me when I'm posting at 3a.m. Good night all.))
"I guess there is no choice." I sigh. "As much as I'd love to play a game of Blackjack Sir Essex, I'm afraid I'm not on the right mindset to play a game right now. I would be a terrible player."

I look over the Sergeant, "If you don't mind Sergeant I'd like to change to my normal clothes I have here, you can check if you want. This suit is choking me and I'm not waiting for the rest of the day for the clothes."

#nolynch
Lyle Jives, Chief Steward
"That is a shame, Fevell, since I would have much liked to see you two play blackjack tonight. Say, what about a game of poker in the morning? I mean, no money involved of course. A sad day it would be for the Chief Steward to be found gambling on premises. With passengers, too! But I assume that regular chips will be more than fine."
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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Would you fancy agame of blackjack, then, sir Jives?
I go inside the bathroom to change clothes.
(I have to go for a bit guys ;_;)
(I don't think no lynch would do something)

Craig Harvest Moon
Slaves, A kid very calm when there was a deah body here, a death body, a murder, this needs to be a dream, my life is bad but it has never went through this kind of things. I go to the bathroom, and wash my head, then I hit my head but is useless, I want to get out of this, but it's seems that the only way to get out of this nightmare is by resolving this case, so I go back with the others

"Alright, let's said Lady Wack-a-Doodle is right, dudesoft has potential of being the murder, if he is not at least we get rid of the weak ones" what the hell I am saying

#Lynch Dudesoft

I wonder if I did the correct thing, but my mind is a mess, I tell myself to calm down and think right before my acts turn bad

I turn to Lady Cincinatti "Don't think I am putting my trust on you just because of this,so you better be right"
Adon237
if i had an allowance, i would give it to rmn
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Miss Jane Starmoon
I look around the room, with more people arriving, I begin to loathe my job. I walk onto the stage, and behind a curtain. I trip over a wooden object, and stand up and begin to assemble things for my upcoming Psychic Show.
chana
(Socrates would certainly not contadict me!)
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(I'm sound asleep, my Super Clone Fighter action figure cuddled in my arms, on two chairs put next to each other by my caring father, far away in the land of dreams and yet so close, dreams where men in triple tailed jackets are drinking rainbow color drinks, while cards are flying over their heads, as the queen of hearts hovers gently above me and smiles.)
Maria suddenly speaks up, "Is it really such a good idea to leave the deductions for tomorrow ladies and gentlemen? I don't think it's a good idea at all"
chana
(Socrates would certainly not contadict me!)
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(As the rainbow drinks turn to black, my dream turns to nightmare, the triple tailed jacketted men are trampling on a corpse, while the queen of hearts turns to spade and stares at me with an evil grin, and suddenly a man in red appears bowing repeatedly with an obsequous smile to all and everyone; in my anguish I mutter in my sleep : Lynch thatbennyguy"!!)
chana
(Socrates would certainly not contadict me!)
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oopsb : #Lynch thatbennyguy