Re: The Murderer and the Psychic
Posted: Mon Nov 05, 2012 2:31 am
The votes have been tallied, all 3 of them. ¬¬ I decided not to play tiebreaker this time, so nobody gets kicked out this round.
Players:
Snickie 0
Ally 1
Freiana 0
Vega /
Mathilde 1
Joo 0
Bmot 0
Rugila 0
Estaar 1
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"ALRIGHT. WHO IMPLEMENTED GUNS IN CANTR?" shouted Rugila, breaking the stunned silence and causing everyone else to jump.
"I can't believe the GAB approved a total insta-kill weapon," Bmot chimed in.
A series of heated arguments about guns and insta-kill in Cantr ensued for several minutes between Rugila, Bmot, Freiana, and Estaar, all the while Vega's blood continued to pool in the sink. Finally, joo commented in the first moment of silence that was longer than a quarter of a second.
"Am I the only person who noticed that there are two bullets in Vega's neck, and that we never heard any gunshots?"
"Maybe the bathrooms are soundproofed," Freiana pointed out.
"Maybe so, but that doesn't explain why we heard her scream," Snickie replied.
"And since when has soundproofing existed in Cantr?" asked Bmot.
"Ever since windows were implemented," stated Rugila.
"But we could never hear anything but knocking before windows anyway. Wouldn't that be considered soundproofing too?" inquired Estaar.
"Maybe, since this is supposedly futuristic Cantr anyway, ProgD figured out a way to implement selective soundproofing," Freiana offered. There was a quiet murmur of consideration from the others inside.
Mathilde, who had been quietly walking around the bathroom this entire time, finally spoke. "Did anybody notice this ceiling tile's different from all of the other ones?"
Nobody had really thought to take in the detail of the ceiling tiles in the bathroom. They were a light cream-color with painted stripes of other warm neutral colors, and the panes on which they sat were stained dark mahogany. The tile Mathilde was pointing at, however, sat slightly off-balanced in its pane, and its stripes were oriented in a different direction from the rest of the bathroom. Joo went over to poke it.
"Don't touch it!" Estaar suddenly cried just as joo's finger made contact with the glossy paint. "It might be a trap."
"Relax," said joo. "If it's a trap, it probably already detonated on Vega." He pushed up the tile, rotated it, tilted it, and carefully lowered it so that everyone could see. Fixed to the top of the tile was some kind of sniper gun. A quick inspection showed that there were no bullets loaded. They also found a small antenna.
"Someone must have fired this from afar," Snickie finally said.
"Does that mean remote controls have been implemented, too?" asked Bmot. "Man, I hate the people who took over GAB and ProgD now."
"There's another possibility, you know," Estaar pointed out. "This might not be Cantr."
"Nonsense, of course it's Cantr," said Snickie. "How do you explain the town names?"
"Who cares where we are, at this point? There's obviously an evil murderer here, on this train, and it's probably one of us. And we need to figure out who it is," declared joo.
A tense silence fell as joo finally spoke the words that had been in everybody's minds but that nobody else had wanted to say. Nobody felt any better now that they were out; perhaps they were all holding on to some small thread of hope that Vega's death was a complete freak accident. Nobody offered any feedback, criticism, or suggestions. Joo sighed.
"Looks like I'm going to have to take charge of this investigation myself. Snickie, since you and Ally are so close, you two pair up. Bmot and Freiana, Estaar and Rugila, and I'll go with Mathilde since she found the tile. Split up and search for clues!"
A reluctant murmur of general agreement rose as the named pairs paired up and left the bathroom and split up. Vega's body, meanwhile, just sat there where it was found; nobody knew what to do with it anyway.
-=-=-=-=-
"Why do people always assume that just because you and I are related and live in the same house that we always know what the other one is up to?" Snickie muttered agitatedly.
"Maybe because we live in the same house and are related, they expect that we actually talk to each other about Cantr a lot," Ally replied.
The duo stopped in the room they'd originally found themselves in. It looked just as it had when they'd first arrived, only now the curtains had been drawn over the windows, assuming it was nighttime outside. Snickie checked one of the iPads screens on the back of one of the chairs as Ally went to investigate the chandelier and the paintings. The time read 7-15. Snickie tapped a map icon in the bottom right-hand corner, and a map of the general area, with a zoom function, showed a very Cantr-esque map. The land formations were spot-on with what she had seen on maps when playing Cantr before. Other parts of the iPad contained various movies and games.
Snickie sighed. "Everything looks ordinary here."
"Here too," Ally murmured. "But what are iPads doing in Cantr?"
"Beats me," replied Snickie. "Hey, Ally? If you were the murderer, you wouldn't kill me, right? Would I be your trusty sidekick or something?"
"That's up for you to find out," he murmured as the duo moved on to the next car.
-=-=-=-=-
"So why'd you kill Vega?"
"What?"
"Come on, you were the only person not at the table when she was murdered."
"And that automatically means I'm the murderer?" asked Bmot.
"It means you're a pretty strong suspect," said Freiana.
"And what about you? You're making all of these accusations."
"I'm just trying to get down to the bottom of this. Plus, now you're being defensive."
"Wouldn't you be defensive too if there was a murderer on the loose and you were being accused of being said murderer?"
"That's true. Alright, let's split up and look for clues," said freiana. They were now in a narrow hallway on one side of a car closer to the caboose of the train. Several small closed-off rooms took up the rest of the car: sleeping compartments. Nobody had been in any of these rooms yet, although everyones' belongings were in their respective cars.
"Something tells me this isn't Cantr."
-=-=-=-=-
Mathilde and joo had gone into the dining car. Of course, that was the natural place for everyone to search since that's where mostly everyone had been at the time of the crime, and, though they didn't want to admit it, everyone was still hungry. It was where everyone had gone first, but since joo and Mathilde had gotten there first and called dibs, everyone else had to go somewhere else.
"The food seems pretty normal," Mathilde commented as she took some grapes, chicken breast, and carrots and popped them all into her mouth simultaneously.
"You sure it isn't poisoned? I could very well be the murderer and poison is my next tactic to get rid of you," joo pointed out.
"You remind me of a British version of Atlas," Mathilde replied between bites of grapes and chicken. "Besides, poison doesn't taste this good." She finished off the grapes and began searching under the table.
"Be careful, dammit!" he growled. She ignored him. Sighing, he began searching the shelves and food left on the table that she hadn't already touched. The search continued quietly, with occasional mutters of complaint at finding no evidence.
"Hey, joo! Look what I—OW!"
-=-=-=-=-
Estaar and Rugila had gone to the very front of the train. After all, when trying to run an investigation, it's always best to start at the beginning.
"Bizarre. There's nobody manning the engine," Rugila noticed.
"Just this big pile of coal, a furnace, and some papers talking about how to run the train," Estaar nodded, picking up a stack of papers on the floor.
"You'd think for a Cantr train that they'd use propane or petrol or something besides coal."
"Don't forget Cantr is semi-medieval."
"Yes, semi. We also have vans that use petrol and biodiesel and have radios with two-hundred different frequencies, and they're just as wanted as crossbows and battle axes and crowbars," Rugila pointed out.
"Don't forget the gun." Estaar shuffled through some of the papers. "I think some of these are worth looking at. They're not all engine blueprints, you know."
Rugila came over to Estaar to have a closer look at some of the papers. Some had essays and others had numbers.
"SAT scores!"
"But what are SAT scores doing on a train in Cantr?" asked Rugila. "Isn't that breaking CR?"
Before Estaar could reply, another scream tore through the air. She cursed at being interrupted for a second time, and the duo dashed through the corridors towards the source of the sound.
The dining car.
They arrived just after everyone else had to discover the scene that lay before them. Joo was standing over something by the table. No, someone.
It was Mathilde, half of her still underneath the table she'd been searching under. Deep nail marks scored her neck, and had dug through flesh deep enough that they had apparently cut into the jugular, and a rapidly-expanding pool of blood was forming around her. Her face was already deathly pale, her eyes were dilated and fixed, and her last breaths were ragged as her body seized and convulsed. Finally, she gurgled, and stopped moving altogether.
In her left hand was a small remote control.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
I swear that was supposed to be shorter. Yeesh, four pages on MS Word! Anyway, votes are due on Wednesday 7 November 2012 at 20:00 EST (GMT -5). Let's get this ebil murdurur!
Players:
Snickie 0
Ally 1
Freiana 0
Vega /
Mathilde 1
Joo 0
Bmot 0
Rugila 0
Estaar 1
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"ALRIGHT. WHO IMPLEMENTED GUNS IN CANTR?" shouted Rugila, breaking the stunned silence and causing everyone else to jump.
"I can't believe the GAB approved a total insta-kill weapon," Bmot chimed in.
A series of heated arguments about guns and insta-kill in Cantr ensued for several minutes between Rugila, Bmot, Freiana, and Estaar, all the while Vega's blood continued to pool in the sink. Finally, joo commented in the first moment of silence that was longer than a quarter of a second.
"Am I the only person who noticed that there are two bullets in Vega's neck, and that we never heard any gunshots?"
"Maybe the bathrooms are soundproofed," Freiana pointed out.
"Maybe so, but that doesn't explain why we heard her scream," Snickie replied.
"And since when has soundproofing existed in Cantr?" asked Bmot.
"Ever since windows were implemented," stated Rugila.
"But we could never hear anything but knocking before windows anyway. Wouldn't that be considered soundproofing too?" inquired Estaar.
"Maybe, since this is supposedly futuristic Cantr anyway, ProgD figured out a way to implement selective soundproofing," Freiana offered. There was a quiet murmur of consideration from the others inside.
Mathilde, who had been quietly walking around the bathroom this entire time, finally spoke. "Did anybody notice this ceiling tile's different from all of the other ones?"
Nobody had really thought to take in the detail of the ceiling tiles in the bathroom. They were a light cream-color with painted stripes of other warm neutral colors, and the panes on which they sat were stained dark mahogany. The tile Mathilde was pointing at, however, sat slightly off-balanced in its pane, and its stripes were oriented in a different direction from the rest of the bathroom. Joo went over to poke it.
"Don't touch it!" Estaar suddenly cried just as joo's finger made contact with the glossy paint. "It might be a trap."
"Relax," said joo. "If it's a trap, it probably already detonated on Vega." He pushed up the tile, rotated it, tilted it, and carefully lowered it so that everyone could see. Fixed to the top of the tile was some kind of sniper gun. A quick inspection showed that there were no bullets loaded. They also found a small antenna.
"Someone must have fired this from afar," Snickie finally said.
"Does that mean remote controls have been implemented, too?" asked Bmot. "Man, I hate the people who took over GAB and ProgD now."
"There's another possibility, you know," Estaar pointed out. "This might not be Cantr."
"Nonsense, of course it's Cantr," said Snickie. "How do you explain the town names?"
"Who cares where we are, at this point? There's obviously an evil murderer here, on this train, and it's probably one of us. And we need to figure out who it is," declared joo.
A tense silence fell as joo finally spoke the words that had been in everybody's minds but that nobody else had wanted to say. Nobody felt any better now that they were out; perhaps they were all holding on to some small thread of hope that Vega's death was a complete freak accident. Nobody offered any feedback, criticism, or suggestions. Joo sighed.
"Looks like I'm going to have to take charge of this investigation myself. Snickie, since you and Ally are so close, you two pair up. Bmot and Freiana, Estaar and Rugila, and I'll go with Mathilde since she found the tile. Split up and search for clues!"
A reluctant murmur of general agreement rose as the named pairs paired up and left the bathroom and split up. Vega's body, meanwhile, just sat there where it was found; nobody knew what to do with it anyway.
-=-=-=-=-
"Why do people always assume that just because you and I are related and live in the same house that we always know what the other one is up to?" Snickie muttered agitatedly.
"Maybe because we live in the same house and are related, they expect that we actually talk to each other about Cantr a lot," Ally replied.
The duo stopped in the room they'd originally found themselves in. It looked just as it had when they'd first arrived, only now the curtains had been drawn over the windows, assuming it was nighttime outside. Snickie checked one of the iPads screens on the back of one of the chairs as Ally went to investigate the chandelier and the paintings. The time read 7-15. Snickie tapped a map icon in the bottom right-hand corner, and a map of the general area, with a zoom function, showed a very Cantr-esque map. The land formations were spot-on with what she had seen on maps when playing Cantr before. Other parts of the iPad contained various movies and games.
Snickie sighed. "Everything looks ordinary here."
"Here too," Ally murmured. "But what are iPads doing in Cantr?"
"Beats me," replied Snickie. "Hey, Ally? If you were the murderer, you wouldn't kill me, right? Would I be your trusty sidekick or something?"
"That's up for you to find out," he murmured as the duo moved on to the next car.
-=-=-=-=-
"So why'd you kill Vega?"
"What?"
"Come on, you were the only person not at the table when she was murdered."
"And that automatically means I'm the murderer?" asked Bmot.
"It means you're a pretty strong suspect," said Freiana.
"And what about you? You're making all of these accusations."
"I'm just trying to get down to the bottom of this. Plus, now you're being defensive."
"Wouldn't you be defensive too if there was a murderer on the loose and you were being accused of being said murderer?"
"That's true. Alright, let's split up and look for clues," said freiana. They were now in a narrow hallway on one side of a car closer to the caboose of the train. Several small closed-off rooms took up the rest of the car: sleeping compartments. Nobody had been in any of these rooms yet, although everyones' belongings were in their respective cars.
"Something tells me this isn't Cantr."
-=-=-=-=-
Mathilde and joo had gone into the dining car. Of course, that was the natural place for everyone to search since that's where mostly everyone had been at the time of the crime, and, though they didn't want to admit it, everyone was still hungry. It was where everyone had gone first, but since joo and Mathilde had gotten there first and called dibs, everyone else had to go somewhere else.
"The food seems pretty normal," Mathilde commented as she took some grapes, chicken breast, and carrots and popped them all into her mouth simultaneously.
"You sure it isn't poisoned? I could very well be the murderer and poison is my next tactic to get rid of you," joo pointed out.
"You remind me of a British version of Atlas," Mathilde replied between bites of grapes and chicken. "Besides, poison doesn't taste this good." She finished off the grapes and began searching under the table.
"Be careful, dammit!" he growled. She ignored him. Sighing, he began searching the shelves and food left on the table that she hadn't already touched. The search continued quietly, with occasional mutters of complaint at finding no evidence.
"Hey, joo! Look what I—OW!"
-=-=-=-=-
Estaar and Rugila had gone to the very front of the train. After all, when trying to run an investigation, it's always best to start at the beginning.
"Bizarre. There's nobody manning the engine," Rugila noticed.
"Just this big pile of coal, a furnace, and some papers talking about how to run the train," Estaar nodded, picking up a stack of papers on the floor.
"You'd think for a Cantr train that they'd use propane or petrol or something besides coal."
"Don't forget Cantr is semi-medieval."
"Yes, semi. We also have vans that use petrol and biodiesel and have radios with two-hundred different frequencies, and they're just as wanted as crossbows and battle axes and crowbars," Rugila pointed out.
"Don't forget the gun." Estaar shuffled through some of the papers. "I think some of these are worth looking at. They're not all engine blueprints, you know."
Rugila came over to Estaar to have a closer look at some of the papers. Some had essays and others had numbers.
"SAT scores!"
"But what are SAT scores doing on a train in Cantr?" asked Rugila. "Isn't that breaking CR?"
Before Estaar could reply, another scream tore through the air. She cursed at being interrupted for a second time, and the duo dashed through the corridors towards the source of the sound.
The dining car.
They arrived just after everyone else had to discover the scene that lay before them. Joo was standing over something by the table. No, someone.
It was Mathilde, half of her still underneath the table she'd been searching under. Deep nail marks scored her neck, and had dug through flesh deep enough that they had apparently cut into the jugular, and a rapidly-expanding pool of blood was forming around her. Her face was already deathly pale, her eyes were dilated and fixed, and her last breaths were ragged as her body seized and convulsed. Finally, she gurgled, and stopped moving altogether.
In her left hand was a small remote control.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
I swear that was supposed to be shorter. Yeesh, four pages on MS Word! Anyway, votes are due on Wednesday 7 November 2012 at 20:00 EST (GMT -5). Let's get this ebil murdurur!
And remember that the murderer votes too. You know the murderer isn't going to vote for him or herself.