Bittersweet Candy Bowl

Maybe… we should investigate that trapdoor now?

(@Alexander: You know. Fire axe. Flambé. ^_^)

I do not know. But I have one more question, one that is very important. I need someone to wake the dear Alexander from his sleep…

*Still sleeping*
Pinky toe, pinky toe, hot, hot pinky toe
(Couldn’t help it, my friend muttered that in his sleep once and it cracked everyone up)

I think we should, before it gets dark out again.

*smirks at alex*

(Let the trap door wait for a minute. Pretty please with sprinkles and strawberries? ^_^)

*looks to Sandrine, then to Alexander, face rather blank. She starts poking his shoulder every few moments trying to get a stir out of him*

(diabeetus!!!!@Sandrine)

(I rather agree. And Amanda, you are my favourite player right now. ^_^)

(Okay dokey then!) Dear Alexander you must wake up…

Huh Wuzza whazzapening?

I know. Whisper something about him and Susanne up in the trees to him… *trills flamboyantly*

Hang on I have an idea.
*Runs off*
Here we are.
*Returns with his golf-club and begins prodding Alexander*

Ah, Alexander. You have joined us yet again… I need to ask you one thing. Did you notice anything as you left Susanne to fix us lunsh?

*Gives Alexander one of her soft smiles once he awakens, guiding his gaze towards Sandrine with a wave of her hand… or.. when that fails because he’s far far too drunk to follow:sighing, and shifting it manually towards Sandrine with her paws, pointing after words*

is’ere something specific yur looking fur cause I don’t ‘member anything too odd

Actually, where has Susanne been all this time?

“I dont know.”

“She’s been dragged around quite a bit.”

Are you sure? Then we must investigate that tr…

*Susanne stirs, and opens her eyes, muttering something*

…Susanne? Susanne! You are awake! Ah, just the thing for you, dear Alexander. *trills*

(Gasp!) Is she okay?!

Susanne!
*Tries to stumble over but falls on his face*

Amanda glances to her left, Susanne having been recovering in the common room this entire time.. they hadn’t moved her once since..well yeah…She gives the two men an odd look for bringing it up, but decides to say nothing on the matter (hehe)

I’m guessing the captain’s stearing then? It’s a cruise liner though, there should be an autopilot or at least one wouldn’t have to stand there, since we’re in open water in the middle of nowhere. (Thinks: other than that other ship that is.) right, she was injured, sorry.

Given.. she’s right beside Alex the orange tabby is the first to move and help him up. having to strain a lot to do so given she’s pretty much the smallest feline here, flinching a bit as she forces the poor man back to his feet….. though curiously looking towards Sandrine, and Sue too… what might she be saying?

What is it dear? (To Susanne) Are you okay?

*helps amanda get him back on his feet*

*crawls over to susanne*
Are you alright?

Sue! Thank goodness you’re awake! (I don’t want to fall too far behind) Hey, Michelle, about that pistol… You have a spare?

*ends up just falling over and almost getting walked over as Alexander desperately crawls over to his lovers side, Amanda getting back up with a painful rub of her head, and a paw on her back as she tries to straighten her back Ow @_x/*

*after Susanne has regained complete consciousness*

Oh, dear Susanne. You were lushy to survive that axe. I am ever so happy to see you bash with us! *trills endearingly*

I do not want to exite you too mush, dear sister, but do you know who did this?

{Susanne’s reply}
Nnh… No. I can’t say; all I noticed was a shadow that… that limped into the room. From then… nothing… ungh. *falls back onto the pillow*

*Stands beside the group and stares down at Susanne*
Is she even consious?
Someone check her pulse.

Wait! Did she say, limp…Oh dear.

“lets not jump to conclusions here now.”

“Thats hardly enough information we need.”

*shifts to the edge of the couch poor Susanne is resting on, paws on the edge of it as she looks curiously over frowning a bit as Susanne falls back again. The Tabby looks back curiously again, eying the few empty bottles that remain in the room… a limping figure on this boat…? Hardly the case shattering clue…*

(Yes I know. We have someone with a permanent limp. But yeah… drunks tend to stumble too. heh XP)

A limp?
Well we all know theres only one person here with a Limp.
Also a short temper and is not very fond of the way the crew has already acted.
I think it would be a good idea to check the Captains Quarters soon.

(To Paul) fraid not, but nows not the time for that. Just use your skeet shotgun.

But we could be hostages for all we know!

A limp? th captan, I’ll kill tha bastrd fur hurtin her!

It might have been the captain who set off that signal last night as well.

“I doubt he’d do this.”

“besides,we don’t have enough infortmation.”

Right…..(thinks: still)

We shouldn’t jump to conclusions but we should start to search around the Captains room to see if there is any hard facts.
Anyone else willing to go there?

But he’s the one driving the ship! He could take us any where or he could kill us now and dump our bodies over and side and we would never be heard from again!!

“We need to ask her when she saw the shadow,before or after she was hit with the axe.”

“Don’t overreact.”

*Attempts to rush off, stumbling the whole time, clearly pissed*
(lol in two meanings of the word)

(My mind is filled with convoluted plans of framing and backstabbing (no pun intended, Sue)!) My shotgun seems to be frightening people, but ok. And I never drank! I contemplated it, but I figured it would be poisoned.

*looks at Diane blankly for a few moments before giving her a bap a top the head and folding her arms, someones getting too hysterical! She gives Abraham a smile and a wave next, the orange tabby seeming intent on coming*

The captain is not to be blamed for this. I know that we can all limp convincingly.

(Holds her head) Ow. Oh dear, thank you for that. I needed it, okay what’s the next plan of action again?

Since I seem to be the only one without an improvised weapon, I’ll come along for defensive reasons.