Re: Murder on the Elliquiy Express: European Tours: Day 4

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Sasha

 Sasha had awaken after a great nights sleep ..the train had just lulled and rocked her like a baby ...okay so maybe the alcohol helped . Still , not being one to drink often she had a hangover and had moved out to have a fresh cup of coffee , nice and black and strong . Ummmmm the taste of it was priceless. As she squirmed in her chair ..drinking in the heavenly liquid to awaken her soul . Wearing a delightful hat that signified her mood , just waking up with a hint of promise of a good day ahead .

Then the beautiful Pixi spoke of the demise of the Train conductor ....what did she say ....oh my dead ?  The Train conductor , further talk lead her to understand that woman was killed in the very carriage she had slept in . Suddenly the coffee didn't taste so good . Looking to Quin the man with the mask ...and then to Beguile's in her sexy little lingerie. Such a tease she did seem , so interested in the bag of toys . Oh yes Beguile's had to of done it out of fit of jealousy cause that stammering man with a mask couldn't possibly had the balls , shit he could barely talk .

Looking at the two men leaving ..Ryven and Alxnjsh ...oh yea like one didn't know what those two were sneaking back to a carriage to do . Men all they think with is there ...with a heavy sigh . Though there was Barnbean ..the self proclaimed male nun ...that man avoided sex like the plague along with a few other things . Looking at me now with those accusing eyes the frigid bastard . Getting to feel a bit uncomfortable as Sasha stays silent and looks out the window a shiver running down her spine ..with a killer on the loose , oh my she could be next . Maybe this train wasn't such a good idea after all ..her mood changing she might need to go find a black hat with a veil . As the sadness spread through the woman moved to change ...no longer hungry for pastries . Giving a smile to Ariadne ..before leaving .

Kaizen

Kaizen joined Sir Wolfgang at his table for breakfast.  He choked when Pixilicious announced the news to the dining car.  His lips clamped shut trying to keep the milk from escaping.  The milk had decided to take the scenic route out of his nose.

Wiping his face with his napkin, he listened to the other housguests murmurings.  His mind was made up, he agreed with Sir Wolfgang and alxnjsh that Starlequin was the guilty one. 

"How can we trust someone that wears a mask?" he asked Sir Wolfgang.

Remiel

Remiel joined his fellow passengers from boxcar A -- Sir Wolfgang and Kaizen -- for breakfast.  Like them, his pockets were considerably emptier, the three of them having been cleaned out by Kyrsa in last night's poker game. 

"Good morning, friends...what happened?" he asked, noticing their drawn faces.  When he heard about the lovely Valerian's murder, he too looked startled and shaken.  "I see," he said slowly.  "She was in carriage B last night; that means that her murderer could only have been one of three suspects."

It was extremely difficult to speculate; after all, he knew absolutely nothing about Beguile's Mistress, Sasha, or Starlequin.  If he had his way, he would put them all off at the next stop, but that wasn't the rules of the train.

"I disagree," he said, after listening to Kaizen.  "A murderer wouldn't act that oddly.  He--or she--would try to act as normal as possible, to avert suspicion.  If I had to accuse anyone--and I really have nothing to go by at this point--I would start with Beguile's Mistress."

Sir Wolfgang

"My sentiments exactly," Wolfgang said, taking a bit of his bagel with cream cheese. "I simply got a bad vibe from him the moment I laid eyes on him. Although, given the way Kyrsa skunked us at poked last evening, I wouldn't put anything past her, either."

Kye

Kyrsa had heard the news as she wound her way through the dining cabin, spotting her cabin mates from the night before she took a seat with them, arching an eyebrow at Sir Wolfgang.  "Now now... I may have had good luck last night but that doesn't mean that I'm a bad person at all.  I promised you boys a round of drinks, and before the night is through all of that money will have been spent and we will all have a grand time... or at least attempt to..." she trailed off, her expression sobering considerably as her thoughts turned towards their deceased companion.

"I simply can't believe that any of them would be responsible for her death.  I suppose if I have to voice my opinion I would vote for Sasha... please forgive me if I am wrong," she turned back to her companions, sipping her coffee in silence.

Beguile's Mistress

Having slept in after nearly missing the departure the night before Beguile's Mistress stumbles sleepily into the lounge to hear about the murder and gasps in astonishment that someone would accuse her of committing it.

"Oh, for the love of Heaven!" she cried stomping her foot in frustration.  "I can't stand needles!  I faint at the sight of blood!  I needed a sedative just to get my vaccinations for this trip."  She stood looking around at the assembled passengers, both hands clasped to her stomach, her skin a pasty shade tinged with green.  "Just the thought of sticking a needle in someone's neck makes me nauseous." 

In desperation she cried out a name Starlequin, it being the last name she heard and fainted dead away.

Kaizen

Quote from: Kyrsa on July 29, 2010, 02:36:16 PM
"Now now... I may have had good luck last night but that doesn't mean that I'm a bad person at all.  I promised you boys a round of drinks, and before the night is through all of that money will have been spent and we will all have a grand time... or at least attempt to..."

"Drinks sound great, I'll definately take you up on that."  wanting to change the subject, "So, the Ural Mountains today, what are your plans for today's stop?" he asked those at the table.

"I think I want to try some snowboarding..."  he said just before Beguile's Mistress fainted.  "Oh dear!"

Kaizen rushed over to the unconscious woman and helped her to a chair, fanning her with one of the menus available.

Beguile's Mistress

Beguile revived enough to avoid being a dead weight when Kaizen helped her from the floor an into a chair.  She leaned back and let the draft from the fanning menu wash over her as the icy chills and sick-to-her-stomach feeling passed.  In a moment she was sitting up on her own and smiling nervously at those who were staring at her.

"I'm so sorry," she said, "I don't know what came over me!  I suppose the shock of a murder of one of our fellow passengers overcame me and to hear that some of you think I had a hand in it is just so distressing."  She put a hand to her forehead and pushed the heavy auburn waves back from her face.

"What can I do?  How can I convince you I had nothing to do with this?  I was so tired I took a sleeping pill so I could relax and didn't hear a thing all night.  I can't believe that poor woman was killed.  Oh, how horrible.  I don't feel the least bit safe now.  Oh..."

Her voice became high pitched and it looked as though she was in danger of becoming hysterical.

Starlequin

Starlequin had barely exited his carriage when the Concierge's voice had rung clearly through the cabins bearing the news of the Conductor's murder. His heart fell for a moment, mourning the poor woman and lamenting her lost opportunity to enjoy what should have been a marvelous trip. But as he cracked the door to the lounge, he heard something that stopped him in his tracks: his name, being bandied about as a suspect! He quickly hid for a few minutes with his back to the door, intent on gleaming as much from the varied conversational snippets as he could manage.

Hm, only three possible suspects, eh? Well, he knew perfectly well it wasn't him. He hadn't met the other one they were talking about, Beguile's Mistress, but that Sasha he'd spoken with had seemed perfectly pleasant. However, life had taught him that murderers could be the nicest folk you'd ever meet; it wouldn't stop them from slitting your throat. Oh, damn, it was just like that business in Chicago all over again!

He let out a weary sigh, straightened his shoulders and adjusted his mask. So, they didn't trust men in masks? Well, that was just their problem. It was true 'Quin was usually a quiet, soft-spoken sort of fellow, but he wasn't without a little fire in his gut no matter what anyone else believed. He turned on his heel and slammed the lounge door open, stormed in among his fellow passengers and squinted hard at his accusers (whichever ones were still present, anyway), hands clasped calmly behind his back. He cleared his throat and began to speak.

"Ladies and Gents, forgive me my tardiness in joining you this morning. I've just heard the dreadful news about Miss Valerian. Tragic, that. However, I've also heard far more sinister notions, and some of them need to be addressed post-haste. Firstly, my 'rap sheet', as I've heard it put, couldn't be more than a couple hundred feet at maximum, and honestly, who among us hasn't shoplifted a turtle or a scented candle here and there? Secondly, as to the matter of my mask, I simply find them terribly comfortable and think everyone will be wearing them in the future. So there. Thirdly, if anyone on this train is the most logical suspect in this heinous crime, it must be...Beguile's Mistress! Why, she's already admitted her proximity to needles before joining us aboard; how easily could she have snagged a syringe full of...of...of whatever it was while at her physician's office, thoughts of murder already stewing in her dark heart?" 'Quin pointed a finger at the swooning woman and took a moment to breathe; he always hated making dramatic speeches, they were more taxing than triatholons. He lowered his finger and continued.

"And last, but not least...are there any more of those bagels left?"
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Beguile's Mistress

"How cold blooded of you," Beguile cried pointing at 'Quin.  "You kill a woman in the night, blame an innocent passenger for the murder and eat a meal over the body of the dead!"  Beguile shuddered and looked away from him then squared her shoulders and turned back.

"Cold blooded, as in cold... blooded... murder..."  She enunciated each word with dramatic fervor and stared directly into 'Quin's eyes.

Starlequin

"Dut-dut-dut-dut-dut, whoa, whoa, whoa! Slow down, there, little miss...killer..person! I'm not blaming anyone innocent; I'm blamin' you. And I'm not gonna eat anything over the body of the dead; that'd be kinda gross. I was going to sit at one of those tables over there. The body of the dead is probably still back there in her cabin," 'Quin said, thumbing back over his shoulder. "And furthermore...everybody else is eating breakfast, how come I'm the only one you're accusing of being cold-blooded? Which isn't true, by the way. Why, I'm as warm-blooded and compassionate as a...as a...well, as a thing that has really warm blood and cares a lot about stuff!"

Starlequin was the first to admit his way with metaphors was sadly lacking, but in his defense it was always hard to be witty in the morning. Well, maybe not for everyone, but he'd certainly never managed it and he'd gotten on fairly well so far despite the handicap so he figured it was alright.
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HockeyGod

"Jeepers criminies Ryven." alxnjsh opened the door to the carriage, his face flush and brow creased. He licked his lips and cleared his throat. "I'm telling you I dominated!" It had been draining and alxnjsh barely had the strength to continue. Ryven was just taking to way too far...too damn far. He looked back into the room. "Oh don't whine - you know you liked it! As if a bishop could save you! Ha!"

Eyes once again turned to him.

"What? We were playing chess."

alxnjsh stepped back out in the main area just as Beguile's Mistress over dramatized her line. Starlequin then jumped into the fray. alxnjsh could only smile. Fuel to the fire, fuel to the fire. "Jeepers, BeMi, you better be careful. Starlequin might kill you next! He ain't looking too friendly like."

Ryven

He followed Alx from the compartment, a whine in his voice.  "I should have known you would have used that strategy to take advantage when my rear was vulnerable.  I'll make sure to take better precautions next time."

He eyed everyone else with a smile, nodding in agreement with Alx.  "Yes, chess."

Sasha

 Sasha returned ...wearing a black hat with a veil . there was a death to be a mourning anyways . God lets hope its not like that Green thingy movie where they make the woman into this little disks and feed her to the poor . Though changing into her short little black dress in the carriage she knew a murder had happened in was a bit much . Stepping around alxnjsh as he proclaimed he was just playing chess .

" Yea right Alxnjsh and we were all born yesterday . " as she waved a hand dismissing him . Who cares how those boys had their fun . finding a seat and trying to avoid the finger pointing drama of her other prior cabin mates. One thing was for sure one of them killed the poor woman as she moved to the bar ..." Kaluah and coffee please make it a double . " might as well try warming her depressed soul up ..force down some food it was going to be a long day . All the accusations floating around ..drama on the Elliquiy Express , sighs ...that rears its ugly head everywhere don't it .

She would order a western style omelet ..with some salsa and wheat bread ...all this was making her hungry . Maybe she could get Aiden to give her a back massage to help relax those muscles . Since she was so tense from the knife throwing going on around the place . Squirming in her chair some as the mind dwelt on the idea .


Barnbean

One little murder on one little train and everyone was acting like their worlds had come to an end. It wasn't like the train engineer was dead. It wasn't like someone had planted a bomb in the baggage car and they were racing at some random city while communist agents patrolled the halls and bashed people randomly in the head and ogled the ladies. This wasn't a Stephan Segal movie. They weren't all overweight actors with receding hairlines and the acting skills of a well used sock. They were regular people on a train. Someone had died. Clearly the killer was still at large. Possibly playing a silly game like hiding under  black hat and veil. As if they were in mourning. Or the grim reaper.

Ominous. But far more truthful than jumping around like in a movie, or playing Agatha Christie level detective and trying to deduce silly things. Barnbean just stayed off to the side, let all the silliness continue. And watched as real life unfolded like a cheap movie.
 

Marguerite

Marguerite left her box with smoke billowing from her mouth. It seemed someone had gotten out of hand last night and murdered a passenger. "Mmm, maybe they should have taken a bit of the hookah to keep this mayhem from happening. I must say Beguile is being looked at as a possible and while I was a bit relaxed last night, she might have had her own type of fun."
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Spell

Spell had been in his suite the entire time, for the first time appearing into the train. His hair looked rather messy, and it seemed like he had a very rought night. Actually the first passenger to board on the train, unsuspectingly, he directly asked for his suite key the day before, and before anyone had even seen him, he was already fast asleep.

He walked into to where the passengers were, only to find everyone pointing and accusing eachother. ''Uhm...good...morning?'' he said, groggily, sleepily, and tired. Only to find out a murder had been committed. ''Wha? Someone died? On the train? That's no good'' He said, rather casually, apparently the situation phazed him little, of he was still half asleep. Nevertheless, it was Sasha that caught his eye for some reason, thinking she had something to do with it.
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Gradually the train slowed down and before long the passengers were staring out the window at the small train station at the top of the picturesque mountainside of the Ural Mountains.   There was a small cottage a few miles down the slope, and other than that and the train station, there was no other signs of civilization for miles.  As soon as the main door opened, a gust of chilly air shot through the carriages, and Pixilicious had to draw her coat closer to her body.

With an apologetic look, she made a small gesture with her hand.  Within seconds, staff had appeared with Beguile Mistress's luggage and the poor lady was escorted off the train screaming of her innocence in the matter. 

"I am dreadfully sorry, Miss, but the Elliquiy Express will refund all money spent on this trip.  Please get in contact with our head office.  I am very apologetic, Miss Beguile’s but I do hope you travel with us again." Pixilicious’ tone was kind, yet left no room for protests. 

“To everyone else, we will depart shortly for our next destination…”  Pixilicious was about to say something else when one of the security guards motioned to her and took her aside, away from the crowd.  Her expression went from sullen to grim in a matter of seconds as she listened to what was being said.  With a nod a second later, the security left her and she turned back to face the passengers, as the train started to pull away from the station.

"It appears that there have been some new developments…In the murder case of Miss Valerian,” she murmured.  “Though no other evidence is being revealed at this time, it appears that the fingerprints found in Miss Valerian’s suite was not that of Beguile’s Mistress, which leads me to conclude that she was indeed a Passenger…”  She let her words hang in the air as she let settle the fact that the murderer that they were looking for was still amongst them.  "Come now, ladies and gentlemen.  Let us put this behind us and enjoy the trip.   In about 18 hours we move out of the vast cold and will be stopping at the Scandinavian Mountains.  I'm sure there will be many opportunities for photo and taking in the scenery there."
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Ryven

He cocked a surprised eyebrow at the news.  "Well, the murderer is still among us."  He eyed both Sasha and 'Quin.  "I can only hope I'm not in the same carriage as either of you."

Ryven looked to Alx.  "Care for another game of chess?"

HockeyGod

alxnjsh took a sip from his vodka rocks and wrinkled his nose at an olive that the barkeep put into it. Now the drink was just foul. Lemon? Just fine. Even a pickle would be okay. But an olive. That was just...just wrong. So martini and metropolitan - a bit fake.

He watched as BeMi was not so gently tossed from the train. He raised the glass as the doors shut. "I told you it wasn't her."

Quote from: Ryven on August 03, 2010, 02:09:18 PM
Ryven looked to Alx.  "Care for another game of chess?"

"Bring it on." alxnjsh set the glass down, hooked an arm in Ryven's and headed back to the compartments.

Ryven

Quote from: alxnjsh on August 03, 2010, 02:11:41 PM
"Bring it on." alxnjsh set the glass down, hooked an arm in Ryven's and headed back to the compartments.

He chuckled as they walked off to his compartment.  "Go easy on me this time?  I would hate to be left in a position like last time with my hands tied.  There was nothing I could do."

Sasha


It was a shame that Beguiles had been set off the train ...then as the lovely Pixi had explained that the fingerprints did not belong to her ..and they had just made an innocent passenger off . That was even more sad news , and a bit of guilt since Sasha had accused her as well .  A heavy sigh as the woman looked out the window . This was a most unfortunate event ..as now that left the wonderful stuttering mask man as the one who had killed the lovely woman. A shame as part of Sasha had so wanted to get to know him a bit more . Mean honestly I think it was every woman's dream to unveil a masked man to find the mystery underneath .

Though it was quite obvious that mystery was entwined with a murderous vengeance . Driving a needle into someone's neck was so distasteful . Thank-god in the heavens that the woman of many hats had taken the top bunk .  Sad this trip was already turning a bit sour ..new cabin arrangements would be made , but who would befriend her now as they would count her as the bloody murderer , point their nasty fingers ...whisper behind her back . A tear rolled down the poor Sasha's face as she so wanted to tour Europe ..but could only think her time was numbered and they would toss her from the train . OR worse ...she would be killed in her sleep .

Pushing the food back as she wiped her mouth ...what could one say really , Beguiles had screamed her innocence and look what happened to the lovely woman .  Moving to a corner in the social compartment ..she pulled out a good book . A romance novel , had been forever since she had took some time to read . With a heavy sigh she looked about again ...then moved to her book . Maybe Aiden might come and give a back rub to ease he seemingly out casted state of mind . Curling up ..and remaining silent . Let them accuse her as she sniffled with a heavy heart .

Starlequin

'Quin was seated at the bar sipping another glass of Scotch, watching from the window as Miss Beguile was less than politely ejected from the train. He imagined the others would no doubt suspect him of enjoying a sense of triumph, but circumstances were too depressing to provide much cause to celebrate. Upon the Concierge's announcement concerning the certainty of Beguile's Mistress's innocence, however, 'Quin's funk turned from gloomy to downright miserable. Already he could hear the other passengers whispering behind his back, and he hunched over the bar and poured himself into his glass.

'Damn, damn, double-damn! That means...ugh! Why, God? Why are the beautiful ones all homicidal maniacs? Is it just me? Huh? Is it me? Do I just have that kind of luck, or did I burn the Vatican in a past life?' A small whimper escaped him, and he pressed the ice-cold glass against his forehead. 'Ah, I should'a known that Sasha was a cold-blooded murderer. The fact she flirted with me should have tipped me off; I haven't been able to attract a normal woman since Lisa Miskowski told everyone that the voices in her head told her to marry me back in the third grade. Hm, wonder if she ever made parole? Do they even give you parole in a mental institution?' 'Quin sighed again and slumped on his stool, motioning for the bartender to pour him another.

He was about to lose himself in his new glass when he heard a strange sniffling sound behind him, coming from one of the corner windows. Starlequin turned just enough to glance at Sasha, sitting alone in the corner with a paperback novel in her hands, and--what was that? Was that...oh, empty night, it was.

A tear, glistening on her pale, lovely cheek.

'Quin spun back around to the bar, hoping she hadn't noticed him looking, and stared morosely into his scotch, his entire body rigid with tension. 'Whatwhatwhat is she crying about, she's a murderer! A killer! A psychopath!' He shrugged to himself as a counter argument formed in his mind. 'So? What, killers can't have feelings?' 'But she murdered a woman! In cold blood! And then blamed an innocent woman for it!' 'Well, to be honest we don't know it was actually in cold blood. And besides, now that BeMi is gone, she's probably the only other person on board this train that knows how it feels to be wrongly accused of a crime.' 'She wasn't wrongly accused! She was rightly accused! Rightly!' 'Well I know that, and she knows that, but everyone else is just guessing, aren't they? You know, I really think we should go over there and talk to her. It might cheer her up. And maybe if she's cheered up, she won't kill us if we wind up in the same car again.' 'That is the stupidest plan I've ever heard and why am I talking to myself like this anyway people will think I'm crazy!' 'One, it's not stupid, it's brilliant, two, it's because I'm a sparkling conversationalist and you enjoy my company, and three, nobody's gonna know you talk to yourself now shut up and get over there!'

Starlequin shook his head and grabbed his drink, spun from the bar and edged close to Sasha in the corner. Gingerly he took a seat nearby and cradled his glass in his hands, speaking quietly, his head slightly hung. "Um...so. I-interesting morning, huh?" He said, ready to jump up and run at her slightest motion and wailing silently to himself.

'Aw, hell, I'm gonna die...'
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Pixilicious

In the middle of the ongoing conversations, the intercom system throughout the train crackled to life, static being heard very loudly throughout the carriages.

"Attention passengers," the Concierge's voice said, over the speakers.  "The time has come and gone for carriage assignments to be turned in.  I am graciously extending this time for a few more hours...Anyone that hasn't sent me a carriage assignment at the end of this time, will be randomly placed.  Thank you."

With that, the static crackled once more, and the speakers were put back in place, silence filling the carriage once more.
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Pixilicious

As night fell the weather grew colder, the familiar chill filling the air.  Pixilicious once more appeared in the doorway to the lounge carriage flanked by her opulently dressed staff.  Saying nothing, she merely smiled and indulged in a flourished bow as she looked at her guests.  As she backed away from the entrance, she allowed her staff to seemingly float into the carriage and place a string drawn velvet pouch in front of each passenger.  A quick glance showed that each had the passenger's was embroidered on the front in fine gold and silver threading. 

When opened, a small key could be seen together with a generous piece of expensive European chocolate, wrapped in gold tulle.

When the passengers looked back up, Pixilicious and her staff had seemingly disappeared from the carriage.

Carriage A~          Carriage B~      Carriage C~           Carriage D~
Ryven                    Spell                Alxnjsh                 Starlequin
Kaizen                   Imogen            Barnbean               Remiel
Kyrsa                    Sir Wolfgang   Ariadne                 Marguerite
                                                    Random Civilian      Sasha
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