Bittersweet Candy Bowl

Hello again. The previous thread became a dinosaur, so I am posting a new one for our murder mystery game. Another murder is imminent - who will be killed? What clues will be unravelled? Where is the axe? Why do people drink Mountain Dew?

Let’s find out together…

(For the record, I’m particularly proud of my nervous breakdown earlier ‘cause it sorta mirrors the chapter in the original comic where Paulo softens up at the movie theater.)

(And I’m proud of sleeping through all the fun parts and waking up only to help Paul find his gun, but already getting side-tracked by notes and closets. Wait…
No I’m not )

(Waiting for murder, otherwise I need to sleep)

Where’s the party people?

/The Duke, reappearing in the common room with Mr. Hamilton after an unsuccessful attempt at opening the blood-stained closet, sits down on the couch with a sigh. Madame Siegler, noticing the man, comes over.
“I hear you have found some shraps of paper? May I have a look?” Stark hands the one he could not read to the lady, deciding to hang on to his own letter for the time being.
Sandrine, sitting down beside him, notices that the lower part has been stabbed repeatedly with a screwdriver… perhaps the killer did steal August’s bag of tools? Either way, it is unreadable - all that can be discerned are the letters O…e….m..e.. and the numbers 5 and 9. Turning her attention to the top of the scrap, she notices the headline: “The KENNING Family Tree”.
Slowly standing up, the Indian says: “Mr. Stark… I fear that miss Kenning has been murdered.”/

[THE THIRD MURDER]

/Making their way onto the deck for some fresh morning air, the team of Sir Plato and monseigneur Michelle argue over the better way to hold a gun. Throwing his eyes towards the front of the ship, Plato suddenly stops dead in his tracks. Michelle, realising that something is wrong, looks in the same direction. There, bound to the flag mast, is Theresa Kenning.
Gingerly approaching the woman, they discover that she has been strangled in a most peculiar way: First her mouth was stuffed with food. Then, her mouth was taped shut, before a thin wire was tied as to close her digestive tract. Recoiling as he realises this fact, the actor notices small scraps of paper left on the deck.
“Look!” he says to Mr. Sandeur, “There are some paper shreds down here!” Mr. Sandeur himself, apparently petrified at the sight, stands stone still for a few seconds before reaching out. He rips off a shred of the packing tape, and crumbs of cake fall out. “Tiramisu again…” he whispers…
l’Aristotle, picking up some of the shreds, mutters: “The killer must have hoped that the bits would be blown off to sea… Huh?” he asks. Michelle, retreating his hand from Plato’s shoulders, proposes telling the others as soon as possible. The Greek knight agrees, the mangled bits of the ship’s schematics tucked into his pockets./

(I dislike how the forum won’t accept my paragraph separation methods… ^_^)

(dun dun duuuuuun… Nice use of material!)

(sorry, good thing it was ooc!

Good night! My nightmares await!)

(Good night. Try not to dream about cleavers. ^_^)

(Jesus so much has happened I’ve had to start writing down everything down.
But I love this game sooo much ^-^)

*on the ground, August comes to*
… *August glances around the room, noticing the missing people and his missing sleeve*
That’s right… I almost died… *slowly gets up*
I wonder where they ran off to?

(I was originally going to fit this into the ensuing conversation, but it… didn’t ensue. ^_^)

/Back in the common room, Sandrine is talking to Roger, the captain. No one, apart from the two eccentric artists, know of the murder yet… and it might take a while before they are able to reach the others. So Sandrine Siegler is whispering a conversation with her captain…
“Someone had broken into the gun cupboard? And a gun had been stolen, you say? Oh, I do hope no one else gets hurt,” the madame says. “But that is not all,” whispers the captain, “the heavy-duty ropes were also taken. I keep them in the same cupboard as the pistols, you know, and when I was down there only a few stubs were left.” Gasping, miss Siegler puts a hand to her mouth. “Oh, dear… I really fear for poor Theresa’s life. I have not even seen her this morning… Please, captain, I want you to form a searsh party and look for her. Oh, dear, oh dear…”/

(Sorry, I forgot to change my name back…

August, are you in the generator room or in the common room? I’m a bit hazy on that point… ^_^)

(I’m awaking in the common room)

(Okay, that’s… good. ^_^

Everyone else is there too, though - only the victims, plus Michelle and Plato, are not inside the common room.)

*He turns from Siegler to Stark* How much do you trust that man Ms.Siegler? I had my gun trained on him a damn long time last night, something I haven’t done to a person since my service.

I would trust him with my life, Roger. He may be somewhat… wild and thoughtless, but he would not murder people. I would think the shotgun trap was another attempt at framing someone else…

And, you forget, he is not smart enough to set up sush a trap. He would shoot his own ears off. *trills*

*August goes to the door*
My gun is back under my vest, but where’s Zach’s gun?
*August peeks out to the hallway*

(Michelle and Plato may come in and announce the murders any time they are able to. I will let the scenes inside the common room continue until then; except that the search party may start looking through the cabins.)

I hope you’re right I really do. *She sighs and turns back to the sleeping people* So who ran off after I feel asleep and hasn’t come back, Theresa and anyone else?

*sigh*
Guess I’ll wait.
Roger probably has his gun.
*looks out the window to the sunrise*
…

Oh, sir Plato and dear Mishelle just went out for some fresh air. I think they will be bash soon.

Well I and Mr. Stark had left earlier to…
On a private matter but we have returned now.

*Notices August is awakes* August, you really pulled through for us last night! *He walks over to him with his first smile of the trip* You got the generator back on and had your whole team get back more or less in one piece.

*hears Roger’s comment*
Oh, thank you captain.
Aye, had a small incident, but nothing we couldn’t handle…

It’s good to know that if all else fails there’s one other person here that can hold their own and get the job done.

*sits on a nearby chair*
Well, if you’re busy I don’t mind watching over the remaining passengers.
I have a feeling that something happened…
(leaving for school, bye)

I’ll go find Plato and Michelle, and hopefully Theresa I need to get some fresh air myself. I think I’ll be safe on my on my own on the clear sunny deck. *He groans and stretches* That chair wasn’t the most ideal place to sleep.

(Putting in some more snippets of conversation; again, these are not bound to any time frame and so may have happened almost anytime. ^_^)

…Oh, you’re still afraid of doshtors, Zasharias? Ahaha, don’t jump like that…

…August, you silly boy. Eyeing Lady Diane? No, dear, I know so well *trills*… You aren’t into women, I know. Oh, come now, stop blushing. Ahahaha! I will not tell anyone…

…Ah, look at the poor dear… Fallen asleep again. I expect she is tired, our poor Amanda. Yes, dear Mishelle, it is only natural. Oh? You need some fresh air? But you must not go alone! I will send sir Plato along with you. Have a nice stroll, monseigneur! *giggles*…

…Davido! Stop playing with those bottles, you silly boy. Ahaha! Stop it, I said! Oh, you were always so entertaining, even then… *trills yet again* I have not forgotten…

…No, Roger, I have not seen any white whales. *giggles*…

*Walks close up to Roger and whispers*
Paul and myself had found something on our little escapade earlier and we think you should see first.
There is a closet in one of the Cabins with a smashed lock and blood on the handle but it had been jammed shut and we couldn’t open it. It must be checked soon though.
I would prefer this be done in quiet though I don’t want to bring more stress on everyone.

You better take me to it Mr.Hamilton. I’ll check this out myself before I go out onto the deck.

*Heads off into the direction of the Cabin*
It’s right here.
*Points to the Closet.*
I beleive a man of your build would be able to open it.

*He takes a good look at the bloodied handle* The locking mechanisms on this ship were built to last, I don’t know how this happened. *He gives the closet a strong pull* It’s….it’s not budging. I’ll need a crowbar to get it open, see if August still has his, or if the killer took it from his tool bag.

*Returns to the common room*
Mt. McIntyre please tell me you were able to do something productive for once and made sure noone took your tool kit.
Mr. Rehab will be needing it for a short time.

(nyagh typo. Now Augustus is a mountain ;__

*still blushing from Sandrine’s comment*
Huh? oh!
My bag is in the cornor.
I’m missing a few tools, but I believe there was a crowbar in there.

*takes out crowbar*
Thank you. Oh and Augustus.
I hope Ms. Siegler is right about you. I don’t exactly agree well with straight men leering a my wife.
*Returns to the Cabin and gives Roger the crowbar*
Now we finally get to see whats inside.

(For you guys at least T-T. I’m in auo now so don’t have too much fun while I’m gone )

*waits for Hamilton to leave*
…least it’s daylight.
Thinking: If he keeps leaving like that, who’d keep his wife safe…?
Guess I’ll rest a bit more…

(Wakes up and stretches) I wonder where everyone is this morning. Excuse me. August? Where has everyone run off to?

*YAWN* …mmmm… coffee….

*Yashy wanders over to the coffee-maker, oblivious of the others and starts to make herself a cup.*

((Ya, I’m on auto-play till I get back from classes in the afternoon))

Ah, Lady Diane! I hope I find you well this morning? Let’s let dear August sleep for a bit, he did so mush last night.

But to my knowledge, only five people are missing: Sir Plato and the monseigneur have gone out for a bit of fresh air, while Roger and your husband only just left. I told Roger to go look for Theresa, who is also absent… Oh, I do hope she is all right.

Morning Dear. (Sniffs the air) Do I smell coffee? (Jumps up) That’s what I need right now. (Heads to kitchen)

(I’m here most of the time I’m not asleep, to keep a watchful eye - but I do not always show it. ^_^)

*jumps slightly*
Oh, Lady Diane.
I started to doze off a bit.
Your husband left to help Captain Roger.
I believe the others are wandering around the deck.
*lays down for a bit*
You’re welcome to leave, seeing as it’s daylight.
I’ll just rest a bit longer…

(alright, my next class begins soon. Auto play time: assume August rests a bit and will stay in the common room unless otherwise stated)

*Yashy is in the kitchen calmly drinking her cup of coffee. When Diane comes in, she shoots her a nasty glare and says:*

Back off, whore! This pot is mine! You can make your own when I’m done!

Oh! Well alright then. (Calmly sits down at counter) And you are you again dear? I think I missed your name last night.