by Talapus on Wed Jun 22, 2011 1:08 am
As the day wore on, the guests at the mansion had many interesting conversations and discussions as to who had been behind the recent string on murders in the house. Everyone was very talkative that day, and most of them felt as though they truly had a grasp on the current situations. From excited talks of the hidden war bonds, to clues found throughout the night, and to conversations or secret messages passed along through the corridors-there just was no end to the possibilities for discussion. Unfortunately though, one guest wanted to top and dominate the discussion for the day and this need caused him to go from talkative to paranoid in a matter of hours. So much so, it became a problem for the other guests in the house.
Earlier in the day, Monsieur Brunette had let slip to the other guests that he had a late night visitation from The Chief. Curious as to the occasion for such a secret rendezvous, guests continued to push Monsieur Brunette for more details. Ever hesitant though, the more he was pushed, the less his story was adding up.
Tired and afraid for his own safety, and concerned that he would be seen as unbalanced amongst the other guests, he decided to clear the air once and for all.
“Wadsworth?” said Monsieur Brunette. “Will you please gather all the guests into the study for me? I should like to clear this matter up so that we may find the real killers in this house.”
Agreeing to do this, Wadsworth began to walk the hallways ringing the service bell and all the guests made their way to the Study.
“As many of you know,” began Monsieur Brunette. “I am absolutely convinced that the guest amongst us known as, The Chief, is scum. He met with me late last night and began preaching this fire and brimstone rhetoric. So I think it is safe to assume he means us harm.”
“PROVE IT!” shouted Mrs. Silver.
“Yes, how do we know you aren’t trying to point the finger of blame away from yourself?” asked Colonel Mustard.
Monsieur Brunette poured himself a large sifter of brandy, took a few long swallows, and contemplated how best to explain to everyone what he knew.
“You see, I have in my possession, a le......cough, cough.....gasp....a letterrrrrrrr.”
At that moment Monsieur Brunette collapsed to the floor, started frothing at the mouth and twitching violently. Before anyone was able to do anything for him, he had died.
Got Tonkaed- Monsieur Brunette- Mafia has died.
Stunned, Prof. Plum approached the lifeless corpse and sniffed the sifter which moments ago held the brandy.
“POISON!” He shouted.
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”cried Miss Peacock.
*SLAP*
“Get a hold of yourself, you’re hysterical.” shouted Prof. Plum
And at that very moment the doorbell rang.
Praying whoever it was would just go away while they sorted out this mess, the guests all stood there staring at one another. But then, the doorbell rang again. Reluctantly, Wadsworth went to answer.
Still surprised as to Monsieur Brunette’s passing, the guests stood around unsure what to do when Wadsworth returned to them, with a police officer in tow!
“Good evening folks, I noticed what looked like a couple abandoned vehicles down the road there and just wanted to drop by and see if anyone needed a lift to town. Good thing I stopped by too because the butler informs me someone was poisoned. What’s going on here?”
All at once everyone began to talk and point fingers at one another.
“Folks, FOLKS! It’s alright,” said the officer.” I have enough room in my squad car to take the killer with me and you all can go about your evening. So, who’s responsible and why?”
At this question though, the guests were stumped. No one had seen who had poisoned the brandy and everyone had access to it. Also with no real proof from Monsieur Brunette before he died, the motive was unclear as well.
“Honestly officer we aren’t too sure ourselves,” chimed in Miss Peach. “We can’t even prove the accusations made against The Chief over there. For all we know Monsieur Brunette was just unfortunate enough to have some brandy that any of us could have picked up.”
“Mr. Chief, is it?” said the officer. “What is it you do for a living if I may ask? The butler said something about a possible sermon.”
“Oh, we aren’t supposed to get into that officer,” said The Chief. “You see, we were all invited here under fake names with little to no facts about who any of us really are. So that doesn’t matter. It helps add a little mystery in these dark and troubling times. And sometimes even a little enjoyment as we discover and meet these new children of God.”
“Oh shut up you pious old coot,” said Mrs. Silver. “Seriously officer, what do we DO? Is that really important right now, I don’t DO anything, I’m a lady.”
“Ya, a lady of the night!”
“Home wrecker!”
“I am semi retired with the money my parents left me”.
“Throw a twenty at her and she’ll do a trick,” shouted another.
“I’m a cook,” yelled two people.
“I’m a professor in the psychiatric field,” said one.
“YA, WHO SLEEPS WITH HIS PATIENTS!”
And at that the room burst into laughter.
“Oh please, this is getting us nowhere!” Mrs. Silver proclaimed. “Look officer, we don’t know what most anyone here does and it doesn’t matter. Someone here is a killer and I demand you take them with you!”
“Absolutely!”
“Ya”
“About time!”
“Ok, point them out and I’ll take them.”
But with this, the guests were at a loss again. They weren’t sure who to suspect the most at the moment.
“I’ll tell you what,” began the officer. “I will let everyone speak their mind and then I’ll make the final choice. You each come forward and tell me who you think is guilty and why and I’ll decide from there our best option on who to take to the station for questioning. Sound good?”
And with that, a murmur of agreement went up throughout the room.
Ok, with the mod kill we are going to do things a little differently before night gets here all. As of right now, votes won’t count for the rest of the night. You simply come forward, state who you think is most guilty and why, and the person with the most (LEGIT AKA reasons that are backed by a decent argument) suspicions will be taken down to the precinct for further questioning and taken out of the game (for one game day). Vio and I will not confirm or deny any roles in this game from today’s mishap. Questions PM’d to us will be answered, but don’t go fishing for information.
DO NOT QUOTE YOUR PM’S!
It’s clue people!!! Lots of guess work. Quoting like what happened earlier takes a lot out of the game and makes several players PM spam our boxes looking for answers. We apologize for the game halt and stopping it like we did. However, Vio was online at the time and I wasn’t so she wanted to confer with me and discuss before any more decisions were made and we moved forward. We are just going to keep right on going as if nothing happened, just your discussions now instead of votes is all that’s a little different. After we get a consensus as to who the guiltiest party is then night will begin. No deadline as of right now, but make your case on which one goes. Obviously you had one or two players with several votes close to a lynch, so tell us who you don’t like.
DoomYoshi wrote:
vote talapus
You lying sack of cunt!