Bittersweet Candy Bowl

Yashy Yamabushi, I keep this place from turning into a pigsty. And believe me, that’s a hell of a lot harder than it sounds with people like you constantly messing up the place! And your husband! Dear god, how do you put up with that slob?!?

(Abraham isn’t that messy, Yashy’s just a neat freak.)

(Smiles politely) Insult me one more time and you’ll regret it.

*Wakes up*
Is anyone dead yet today?
(I backread so I know what’s been going on)

Oh, I do not hope so! That would be tragic. *trills*

I’ve seen things tougher than you in a cracker-jacks box! You don’t scare me you…(Insert action Yashy is going to regret here)

(Stands up, walks up to Yashy and pull her knife out all with a smile) I have had to deal with enough crap this week with out you. Horny guest, crazy lady killers, and insane crew just to start. So if you really wanna mess with me go ahead. (leans close and whispers) I can take it. (Stands back up) And now I’m gonna have some coffee.

Oh yeah I didn’t have the chance to tell you guys, but my gun got stolen last night.

YEAH FUCKING RIGHT!!!!!!!!

*Yashy throws her coffee, which is still hot, on Diane’s face and then launches herself at the Lady. Using her small size to her advantage, Yashy knocks the knife away from Lady Diane and attempts to throttle her, only to be grabbed by the seriously pissed Lady and thrown clear across the kitchen and into a pile of dishes. She lands with a resounding crash.*

…ooooowwwww….

Well.. that was unexpected

Don’t. Mess. With. Me. (Gets mug, pours coffee, and heads back to commons room)

*Yashy climbs out of the wreckage and makes her way back to the commons, noticeably more subdued.*

(Smiles happily at everyone) What was that about a gun Alexander?

I dropped mine when I went to pull August, the idiot working on machinery with loose sleeves, from getting sucked into the engine, when I went back the gun was gone. The killer could have shot me and Zacharias, and we could have done nothing about it, August would have been sucked in and killed. But he didn’t

*Sullen* He’s obviously toying with us. The murderer isn’t doing this only because he wants us dead, he’s doing this because he enjoys it. This the way things always go in the movies. Picking us off, one by one, until there is no one left but him. He wants us disarmed so we’re no threat to him, but he doesn’t want us dead, not yet.

Oh, what an imagination you have, dear Yashy. *giggles*

The only reason that would be true is if the killer psychologically unstable, and feels obsessed about killing us a certain way. I think more likely he had something against the women on this ship, and as long as the men are armed we can protect them.

HEY! Why are you always laughing! No matter what happens, you are always laughing! BUT THERE’S NOTHING FUNNY ABOUT IT!!!!!!!!!!

Hell, you even laughed last time too! I don’t know how I’ve survived working for you…

(Returns to the room carrying a covered body with Plato.)…..There’s been another murder….(Describes details to others, then proceeds to sit down, lost in thought.)

And another girl killed, I hate to see my precious tiramisu used in such a horrible fashion. The trap set for the captain was likely in hopes of killing the only man here with millitary training, and the only man who would never be seperated from his gun. the one most likely to protect everyone, including the women.

Theresa! Dear Theresa! This is terrible… I knew something was wrong.

(Yashy: Sandrine is bipolar. Explanation enough? ^_^)

Why does your timing have to be some gruesomely terrible, you flea-bitten hack?

(Notices he’s been adressed.)….The body required an hour to be unstrung, so that it could be brought back, you awful little green abomination.

/Stirring at the commotion, apparently caused by another death and a small green screaming thing, Susanne sits up. She has rested for quite a long time, but she feels revitalised. Wincing at the stab of pain in her back, Susanne Siegler lies back and decides to stay put for a little while longer./

*Notices Her movements and runs to her side*
Susanne! you’re awake! Are you feeling alright?

AN HOUR???? Didn’t you ever learn to tie knots? No, of course not, you’re a useless fleabag masquerading as an artist, and for that matter your “art” looks like a baby puked on your canvas!

*notices Alexander’s jolt, and moves slowly after him towards Susanne*

…Susanne? Are you awake?

Coming from the lizard that believes wearing a cardboard box and a frying pan on it’s head will stop bullets. I don’t have time for this. If you want to be of use, help me make some breakfast for the others.

*Notices people clustering around the injured Susanne. Immediately shuts up and comes to check on her with a worried expression on her face.*

…W-will she be alright?

(Noticing Susanne’s stirring, also goes over to check on her condition.) Madame, are you with us?

*Whispers to Michelle*

The frying pan DID stop bullets last time, and the box was a disguise. If it works for snakes, it should work for lizards too.

*Goes back to worrying about Susanne*

*simply glares at the downsized Yoshi* (Thinks: whatever makes her feel better.)

(Raise your hand if you got the metal gear reference.)

(Works for snakes too me a second to figure out but Horrible pun is horrible!)

/Noticing her suitor and her sister approaching, Susanne opens her eyes. “Alexander… it is good to see you,” she says in a feeble voice. “How are you, dear?” Sandrine asks her, while the cook holds her hand. She replies: “I’m fine, but my back hurts…”
More guests, though obviously still shaken by the recent murder, appear around the sickbed. Some are smiling, some look annoyed…
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Sandrine jumps at her sister’s query, but rallies magnificently. “You should lay completely still, dear.” Suddenly having a recollection, she picks a torn piece of paper out from her purse. “But perhaps you can try to decipher this shrap? You know so much, and it may help us find the one who attacked you…”
Alexander, still bowing down by Susanne’s side, is shocked at the request. But he decides against a retort. “We need all the help we can get if Susanne is to get out of here alive,” he thinks, eyes fixed on his love.
“I can try,” Susan replies eventually. Asking for a light and help to reach a chair, she attempts to gather some sense from the readable text: “O…e….m..e…..5..9”…/

(Raises hand)

*raises hand* (pokes Sue.) Hello?….You awake?

(Lower your hand you fool! ** denote in game action () denote out of game action)

*Quietly* Don’t poke her you moron! She’s nearly been killed and the first thing you want to do when she wakes up is annoy her!?! Just buzz off until she feels better why don’t you!

*Attempts to push Michelle away from Susanne while still being quiet.*

(So I have to go pack a couple thousand pounds of paint. I’ll be back on a little later, for now the character is left in auto mode, but with Sandrine and the others in the common room.) Take care then.

(So who does that leave still here besides me?)

(Me and sandrine I believe)
(To Susanne) Don’t strain yourself too hard if you don’t know dear.

((Raises hand, lol)) Everyone shush and stop fighting! if we’re gonna make it out of here alive we have to start working together!

(I am here, but Sandrine remains somewhat in the background.)

((I’m baby sitting so I might fade in and out until later.))

*Throws Diane another nasty look* Fine…*whispers*…as long we get to leave you…

(Set Yashy to auto-insult and feel free to kick her around a bit, but just a bit. I’ve got a few loose ends to attend to.)

(Glares at Yashy and lifts mug) Don’t test me Dear.

*Looks back at them*
My dear Susanne has finally awaken must you be fighting like this now?

Oh… but poor Theresa. August, please put her down with the other three.

*Finally coming around, Paul notices Roger and shudders, not for the first time, at the memory*

(I take it back, it’s more like the barking dog paranoia)

Wh-what’s going on? Sandrine, what were you able to make of that note?

How is Susanne?

Sue’s awake?

Susanne is all right, or at least conscious… She is trying to decipher your note, Paul.