Bittersweet Candy Bowl

Right….(repeats innapropriate grave digging and returns to the others.)

Ten people left and several of those are missing… Where is everyone?

(Augh, I’m posting with this name now so that I won’t forget changing it when I do have something to say. I apologise. ^_^)

“When will it end?” Abraham’s mind is clouded with the stress of continuous murders. “This is impossible, we have to all settle down and ALL work as a group!”

“….Tackleford…?” Is all the poor maid can say at first looking over the still form of the pianist both hands near her mouth… before suddenly catapulting over to him hands feverishly checking for any signs of life as they go over his neck, ears to the chest for a heart beat not wanting to believe what she’s looking at.

Zere is only nine of us left… Who is it zat murders people like zis?

(embraces Sue) I’m sorry Sue…..he’s gone.

Only nine? Sue (reaches down and pulls the poor girl off McCain) Stop dear, there’s no hope- (A slight cough is heard from McCain)

*notices Sue, goes to comfort her*

I am sorry, mademoiselle. He was a good man, but let us not look at ‘him. It is not dignified.

Stares in disbelief for a few moments quickly shifting into a blank state of mind as the others try to comfort her until her ears give a twitch “… no.. no he isn’t.. I heard him cough!” Moves over to him again in an instant taking off his lovely shades “Come on come on… open your eyes… Someone get bandages! Anything! Now!”

What? He is alive? Monsieur Tackleford!

(Granted host might still make him dead and Sue is going CRAZY but Luciferd did make him cough haha. Also no one calls him by his first name but Sue. IT IS THE LAW OF THE UNIVERSE)

(Rips dress and begins wrapping the wound) Damn it McCain this is no the time to shut up!

“Is he really alive!?” Abraham’s eyes widen. “Perhaps he has a clue to le culprit!”

(he can survuve but i doubt he will say much)

(Of course I made him come alive! Who doesn’t love McCainxSue? Who I ask, WHO???)

(Amaya x Sue Fans I’d imagine)

Okay then, no one remove the fish. Abbey call that helicopter back here, we need to get him to a hospital quick! No one move him, and someone watch out for other traps!!

(Pulls out medical bag from my hat) Just like old times, eh Lucy.

(@Sue: What? I adress all men thus, except when I am mad at them. ^_^)

Messeieurs Michael and Abraham, would you please try to get monsieur Tackleford down from ze swordfish?

((Shut Sue, even they have to admit McCain is just to cool for words. Now do you want me to save him or not, Hmm?)

Don’t do that Rachel, it’s the only thing keeping him alive. Quiet Mike, I notice I’m doing all the work, again.

But we cannot let ‘im ‘ang zere!

(Note: I am aware that those who are harmed normally shouldn’t be moved, but hanging by the chest from a swordfish? ^_^)

(Can we please pretend that Helicopter never existed? Other wise we’d have a way OUT OF this hellhole and a giant plot hole to go with it. Might need to wait on the hosts postings now before rambling more&hellip

Sue of course is still frantically trying to get McCain to say something hand on his cheek looking into his closed eyes “…Tackleford Please…”

Then take the Fish off the wall! This is getting hairy ladies and gents…

(the helicoper was hijacked by Cuban nationalists but you didnt know this when you sent off the crossbow to forensics they AINT COMIN BACK)

Fine..(pulls out hacksaw and cuts swordfish head off so we can take him down.)

What Abraham? Your cell phone broke during the commotion? Okay then there goes that plan! (There, happy?)

Listens to god……(looks at Lucy.) do you mind if I blow up the east wing now?

(stop blowing things up that destroys evidence)

(The helicopter is the only means of forensic evidence, but if you with, replace it with some other mode of transportation that can only hold evidence, not a large group of people.)

“He needs smelling salts to wake! Someone join me while I make a quick stop to le medicinal supply room.”

Listen to the voice Mike. Alright, we need some answers and we need them now! Who is killing all the people?!

I will come, monsieur Abraham.

(considers warning Abraham, but is too disheartened over the non-destruction of the East wing. Injects McCain with morphine.

Mike, we need a stretcher to move McCain to a more comfortable place. (Leans close to him so only he hears) We both know he isn’t going to last for long in this state.

(God, this game is so random, I’d bet there isn’t even a clear killer in the host’s mind yet.)

“Very well, let us move. It will only take a few minutes,” Abraham reassures the others before heading downstairs.

(No, he knows Abby and I have a few ideas my self but I’m not saying just yet.) Some one get a curtain or bed sheet!

*talking while on the move*

Monsieur Abraham, did you notice ze paper? What do you think zat it could be?

(nods to Lucy. Injects McCain with adrenaline instead.) at least we can keep him alive a few more minutes.

(Notices curtain and liberates it from the pole) Help me get him on this.

(i decided on the killer after the first murder actually, evidence points to him or her as well as away from him or her, its in there dont worry, Sue and Lucy there already have some iseas i can tell)

“I have no clue!” He snaps before shaking his frustration away. “Look, all that moi cares about is that less people die than that is necessary. We can have our little guessing game later. For now, we must try to save Monsieur McCain.”

((Triplesexy? Paulo asked to be killed earlier, not sure if you saw that. He’s just floating around right now so…yeah))

(I’m pretty sure I know who it is, by the way. I’d guess, but I’m not telling either ^_^)

*Of course helps however she can in pulling the poor man down from the door and onto liberated curtain still trying to get the pianist to talk, barely seeming to notice half the rambling going on around her*

Perdon, monsieur. I did not mean to plague you. Oui, let us ‘aste to save ze man.

Okay Mike, you ready? Lift on 3, 1. 2. 3! (Strains to get McCain on curtain and succeeds) Woo, okay, now let’s gently carry him to the study.

(i’ll decide who lives and dies for i am all powerfull, nah if i killed him now youd know what would happen)

(tending to McCain……..)(He couldn’t have known……looks at paper…….)

(True but I hate floating bodies. And I was just bringing it to your attention, that’s all. lul)