Topic: Murder Mystery Mansion (Game Thread) -- Niferbelle wins!

[Remiel]

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Current Guest Whereabouts:

Master Bedroom		Trophy Room		Library		Wine Cellar		Kitchen		Conservatory
MCsc Ryven		Josietta Foamweber		Kendra		Saffron Eden Leorobin Valerian		Beguile's Mistress		Niferbelle

[Remiel]

O

ur game begins upon the grisly discovery of the remains of Mr. Slate Grey and the announcement by the investigating officer, Sergeant Teal.  Any pretense of frivolity and festivity has vanished, as the guests are free to wander the mansion looking for clues and conspire and collaborate amongst themselves.  As always, remember to include Remiel on any PM about the game.

And remember that the murderer still walks among you, and will feel no compunction about doing whatever is necessary to ensure that no one discovers the terrible truth.

[Remiel]

Okay, Murder Mystery Mansion is now officially open for business!

Sometime between now and the end of Sunday, 4 December (approximately 11:59 pm, U.S. Pacific Standard Time) I will need from each of you a post in the Game Thread describing which Room your character is in and what he or she is doing.    Writing a novel-length post is not necessary; a few sentences is just fine. 

In order to facilitate the game, you are allowed and even encouraged to chat In Character with the other guests and even flirt with them if that is appropriate to your character.  Try to flesh out your character's backstory (who is he? What does she do for a living?  How did shi know Mr. Grey?).  You can speculate, if you wish, about your suspicions--either publicly or in PM--to the other players, but remember, there can only be one winner of Murder Mystery Mansion.   The winner is whoever is the first to make a correct Accusation.  If the Murderer manages to last ten rounds without any guests making a correct Accusation, then he, or she, or shi, wins the game.   Lying in an attempt to mislead other players is perfectly acceptable.

Sometime during the week, I will also need from you a Suspicion including a Weapon, the Room that you are currently in, and a Suspect.   You are free to change your mind, but the last Suspicion I get from you by the time the round is over is the one that will count.   Similarly, you are free to move from Room to Room before the week is over, but the last room that you have visited by the time the clock strikes will be the one that you are considered to be in.

Remember that the Murderer is hiding among you, and that he/she/shi may strike at any time.  However, you are safe as long as you haven't discovered any clues yet.  Once you have, your life will be in mortal peril. 

Also, as always, if you collude or conspire about the game with anyone in PM, please copy me (Remiel) on all correspondence.

Good luck!

[Remiel]

*BONG* The huge grandfather clock in the foyer rings out eight times, signalling that the time is now 8:00 P.M.

[That Girl Analise]

Madame Mocha starts first in the Kitchen. In this time of peril, this is one of the two places in the home that will bring her comfort. It was there that she decided to begin to search for any sign of who may be the killer.

[Josietta]

Miss Scarlett had been appalled that such a crime would be committed against such a dastardly handsome man. She had wanted her own attempt at strangling him for leaving her hanging on that last business deal they had made. She had to find those pictures before anyone else did and thus headed up to the Library to look through some drawers and such for any clue as to their location. Moving through the house she made her way through the Trophy Room and figured she might as well stop there and have a look around. The sudden sound of the old grandfather clock had startled her a bit along the way and she sighed deeply before tucking back her ebony locks behind one ear.Her deep brown eyes shifted over each corner of the room to see if anyone was about before she headed to the side tables and shelves to look around.

[Kendra]

Miss Plum entered the kitchen with a strong brew of coffee as her soul intent. She looked startled to see Madame Mocha within but rationalised that perhaps the woman like herself needed a good calming brew. It was ghastly what had occured, it was still extremely difficult to digest. Why would someone want to kill him? He was positively the sweetest person on the very planet and she had harboured a crush on him for as long as she could remember. She had genuinely hoped to make her feelings known at his party but that was sadly never meant to be now.
"Cup of coffee?" she asked politely as she turned the machine on.

[Geeklet]

Miss Rainbow stood and listened to Sergeant Teal's plea for help into tracking down the person responsible for the death of Mr. Grey. This certainly was not how shi wished to spend the evening. You see, Mr. Grey, unbeknownst to some, was in fact her uncle. The two weren't particularly close, but when shi got the invite, Miss Rainbow knew it would be a night to remember, albeit not for this reason. Her uncle did always throw the best parties, and the intent was to have a wild, fun night. Well, now it seems it was just wild. People had begun scrambling about into various rooms, anxious to find out who would do such an act, if only to help prove their own innocence.

"Ugh, this night just got about 20% weirder..." shi mumbled to herself as shi headed down into the wine cellar. With all the chaos, hopefully one of the bottles down there could help calm hir nerves.

[Niferbelle]

In a crisis it was only natural one would seek out an area of comfort and so did Miss Brown find herself drifting toward the library. Having supported herself through college by working as one of Mr. Grey's assistants, it was a room she knew well and had found solace in through many long and arduous days. She had been grateful for the work, of course, but Mr. Grey was an exacting and demanding employer and she'd earned every penny of her salary and certainly was worthy of the excellent reference he'd given her.  She stepped into the room and breathed in the scent of leather and old books and was immediately soothed.  But she didn't waste any time lingering when there was far more important matters at hand. She began to look about the room systematically for any sign of anything amiss or disturbed, any inkling of any of Mr. Grey's latest project which could lead to a motive, or even if something might have been stolen.

[Dim Hon]

The Master Bedroom was where Master Indigo could be found, opening the drawer and peeking under the bed. Originally, he had come to see if there was an obvious murder scene - and then lingered to see if there was any smaller hint of violence... but now he seemed utterly distracted from his important task, and was prying into the deceased's personal affects. "He has to have some porn," he muttered to himself, sounding half frustrated and half suspicious. "Might be in the cellar... hmmmmn..."

[Lord Mayerling]

All men deal with death differently. For der Rote Baron it meant a time of meditation and cogitation in the conservatory. When one man dies, it can help to surround oneself with life. Mr. Grey had a conservatory filled with roses and other plants. And it was here where the air still remained fresh while death hung in the air. As the clock struck 8, the Baron spoke words of silence, a eulogy to their host. A warrior is joining you around the fire tonight. Honor him as we have.

[That Girl Analise]

Current location: In the Kitchen with Miss Plum

Madame Mocha cast a small sad smile over to Miss Plum as she entered the kitchen. She wasn't at all sure where to start in her investigation, but at this time a cup of coffee sounded amazing. "Yes, please," she said, scanning the room for ideas of where she should begin.

[Ryven]

Chef Sage-green had been busying himself in the kitchen when he heard the news.  Dinner had gone delightfully well for him, so it was such a surprising turn of events to find that the host had been found dead.  The death weighed heavily upon him as he set about preparing something delightful to eat.  It would take his mind off who amongst the guests saw fit to go through with such an alarming deed, and while he did so, he could examine the kitchen a bit more closely while his delicious pastries baked.

[Beguile's Mistress]

Lady Lavender stood at the window of the conservatory peering out into garden beyond the glass walls.  The humidity to be found in this part of the house, the rich smell of fecund earth mixed with the perfume of the blooms on the many plants and the serene peacefulness soothed a spirit that was sorely bruised by the terrible news that had been delivered only a short time before.  In her hands she held a small nosegay of lavender she had gathered during her early morning walk out of doors and with a piece of pale grey satin ribbon she secured a gardenia of the most perfect waxen petals imaginable.

Her mind was as busy as her fingers and as she fashioned the small corsage and pinned it to the shoulder of her dress she ran a mental inventory of the rooms in the house and the guests trying to recall that one object that was out of place and that one person who was more suspicious than the others.  Her mind wandered for a moment but she was suddenly called back to her surroundings by the sound of a voice speaking almost in a whisper in another part of the plant filled room.  The pin of her corsage slipped into place suddenly and she let out a soft gasp of pain and sucked at the tip of her pricked finger.

[Valerian]

It was really most unfortunate, Professor Verde sighed to herself, that she had travelled 3700 miles only to find herself a murder suspect among a lot of other murder suspects.  This had been meant to be her first face to face meeting with Mr. Grey, the man who had been such a benefactor to the museum where she was assistant curator, and it had all turned into tragedy.  Everyone at the Museo del Oro back in Lima would be crushed at this news.  It would positively ruin the grand opening of the new exhibit that she had worked so hard on: the Naughty Pottery and Highly Suggestive Textile Crafts of the Peruvian Moche Culture.  Mr. Grey had been so looking forward to seeing the photos.

Now everything was in a shambles, including the party, and poor Mr. Grey was no more.  It was little wonder that she found herself retreating to the Library searching for peace, quiet, and perhaps a little inspiration, since the police seemed so anxious for their help.

[Saffron]

Doctor Emerald was found in the Library as well, curious to see if this could be the place where the incident had occured but also interested in the collection of books to be found here. She was a curious woman, one who always wanted to learn more and so the library was one of her most comfortable places in any building. Books could not kill. She had spent time in this library before when working on research, some of the oldest volumes contained in the shelves truly did belong in museums but they had been very useful in Doctor Emerald's research.

Things had been getting unpleasant in the house now that the dear Mr Grey had been discovered so horribly and the library was the obvious choice for solace. She encountered a couple of others in the room and simply nodded quietly to acknowledge their presence as she wandered the room in search of something of interest.

[Josietta]

Miss Scarlett continued to search through drawers and the like, searching for anything that would help her find what she sought. It had to be there somewhere, on file, in papers, or even on some sort of storage device. He wouldn't leave it laying about so carelessly though. Her eyes shifted to glance toward the doorway thinking she heard someone but didn't see anyone entering. Going back to her search she rifled through a few shelves and sighed heavily.

"Where could it be..."

She furrowed a shaped dark brow and pursed her scarlet red lips together. Hrmm... maybe the library. She started to head out of the TROPHY ROOM and glanced about the hallway toward the library. Noting someone else entering there she cursed her luck and bit at her lower lip. Of course the others would be searching the house for clues. She just hoped they didn't find out her secret.

[Kendra]

She smiled at the other woman before turning to pour out two mugs of coffee. They had not been told how he had died, that would have helped greatly of course, it only added to the puzzle that she would have to deduce the how and why as well as the where, all the while her heart breaking. Passing the mug to Madam Mocha she sipped at her own coffee when a noise startled her. She had not seen the chef there busy amongst his baking, had she been that distracted, she mused.
"Tragic" was all she could mutter, as she poured a third mug and moved to place it on the work top counter. The metal of pots, pans, knives and other culinary tools caught her eye and she felt a shiver course through her.
"Tragic" she repeated.

[Ryven]

He waved distraction from his head.  Thoughts of where, what, and who marched through his mind like some chaotic parade of ideas.  He'd not seen the cup slipped to him for a few moments, but when he finally did notice, the chef made sure to turn, give a warm smile, and thank Miss Plum for her thoughtful gesture.  He picked up the cup and brought it to his lips, the liquid nearly touching his mouth before one thought in particular crossed his mind.  Poison.  He set the cup down, leaving it unattended.  One can never be too cautious, but then again, she was drinking the same thing.  Was paranoia already getting to him?

[Zelric Miras]

Dr. Silver arrived at the Master Bedroom and found someone rumagging through the drawers. Taken aback he approached the individual cautiously and when he was close he rose his voice, although not enugh to be consiered a yell. "Did you lose something, sire? Maybe a weapon?" He looked with suspicion at the man, wondering why would he pillage the dead man's room.

[Niferbelle]

Miss Brown's heart just about leapt out of her chest as she heard others entering the library. There was a murderer about, after all, and nobody knew who it was, not even the authorities who were so lost they were asking for civilian help. She came out from the stacks to see who it was, and nodded a greeting to the ladies who'd joined her, and felt a little more at ease. Sociologically it was reverse sexism, of course, that she would feel it was less likely the killer was a woman but the easing of her tension could also be explained by there being multiple people in the room. With more than two present, she felt certain she was safe.

"Not the evening any of us had been expecting," she commented, being one of those unfortunates who suffered from what was called pressure of speech. "Does anyone else think it's strange the detective would ask us, the most likely suspects, to assist with the investigation? I mean, say one of us is the killer, wouldn't it give us ample time to do away with evidence and further conceal our actions? And it's not like I know anyone well enough to speculate on motive and the killer certainly wouldn't share any information that  might lead one of us to that conclusion. Though I suppose I should be grateful they're handling it this way and not dragging us down to the station. I've never been in a police station but I imagine it's much less comfortable than the mansion though knowing such a gruesome crime has occurred here certainly takes away from the charm."

It was fortunate for the others in the room that she seemed to run out of breath as she stopped in front of the fireplace, frowning as she noted the position of the accessories around it. Mr. Grey was always very precise, especially in the library. Mentally she began to run down the list of the other guests, trying to decide upon first impression who seemed most capable of such an act and also considered the rooms and which one would have been most expedient to committing a murder.

[Missy]

Major Mustard paced around the Trophy Room his mind flowing over the events of the evening and old Slate's death. For the moment he wasn't actually as worried about Slate dying as he was about himself being a potential suspect. He knew he hadn't done it, but someone had and that someone was probably going to want to frame someone else for the deed. The Major turned to stand directly in front of the Trophy Room's bust of ole' Slate's distant ancestor heavy he thought.

[Josietta]

Miss Scarlett nearly jumped as someone else entered the Trophy Room as she was exiting. She rose a brow and looked at him. She watched as he walked past her and headed straight over toward the bust of a Grey family member. Taking in each detail on the person she looked for any sign of distress in his clothing or mannerisms. Maybe he was the one who socked it to the bastard. She hoped he hadn't learned anything he wasn't supposed to. If so he may have to meet the same fate as Mr Grey. Her lips pursed a bit and wondered if the killer would indeed take out others for some secrets they might hold. Maybe everyone here had a secret as she did. Maybe everyone here was a target as well. Soon, Miss Scarlet became nervous and wondered just what could or would happen next. And thus, not wanting to be alone now, even if she had to find that envelope, she stayed in the room with Major Mustard and waited to see what he was doing.

[FoamWeber]

Professor Mauve wandered slowly around the house. So Mr. Grey was dead, was he? She was fairly certain that not many mourned his loss. Professor Mauve was at least mildly annoyed by the revelation of his death, more because of the inconvenient situation she was placed in than any actual feelings for the man. His death meant that her information was useless. All that work for nothing. She had been certain the man had been willing to pay up, too. Why else would he have invited her to the party? When she had recieved the invitation, Professor Mauve had been convinced that he had finally folded, had finally decided to give her her money using the party as a cover up. Even if that was the case, it was too late now. Any money of his she took would just make her look guilty. She continued wandering, and noticed a staircase leading downstairs. Intrigued, the professor took the staircase down into a vast wine cellar. She picked up a bottle and smiled. This collection was priceless. How beautiful.

[Geeklet]

By the time Professor Mauve had descended the staircase, Miss Rainbow was standing there, a bottle of something in hand, with the open end pressed to her lips while the base was upended. Shi nearly sputtered as the other woman came down, trying to swallow the last of what was in her mouth before speaking. "Oh, hey. Didn't think anyone else would be coming down here."