Elementary! R1: TDM

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Arrival ;

You've woken up in a decrepit bedroom, with one suitcase nearby. You're naked, and the suitcase is your only clothing source. It contains several pieces of clothing, but none of them are yours - and they all happen to be sexy detective clothes. A good example. There are a mix of types for both genders. There's a stuffed animal on the bed, one that matches your inner heart's want for species.

You're free to explore this hotel. As you do, nobody greets you. But what you find is that no matter what you try, there's some sort of barrier keeping you from leaving. It's not that the windows or doors are barred off, excepting doors leading to unlocked places. It's that if you try, an invisible barrier stops you.

Mastermind ;

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A guy comes out in a baby mask, as many of you have gathered to figure out what's going on. You can see it in the icon. He's doing a little jig, a cute little dance. He's singing this song in acapella. Eventually, he trails off and stops, looking at the group silently.

And then he bows, but says nothing.

...

Well?

Assistant;

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So. That night, in the ballroom, a woman descends from the ceiling, her tentacles waving slowly. She has a smirk on her face as she comes down.

"So, all you little darlings must be wondering what's happening. After all, our leader isn't the best at speaking. As you must know, you're trapped here. We want you to play a little mystery game of murder."

Her tentacles undulating, she looks for reactions.

Motive
Behold the Jabberwocky, as he eats your kind. Snicker snacker as the blade becomes drawn, drip drip drip as the blood falls from your loved ones. Wish to save them? Kill someone else first.

Murder;

Someone's been murdered. The death is terrible but it's time to investigate. Maybe you'll use the corkboard, or maybe you'll follow the bloody trail of evidence first. Whatever you decide, it's time to get cracking.

Trial;

It's time to put someone on trial. Could it be you? Lay out the evidence and see who you think's at fault. You're all gathered in the ballroom to be the judge and jury.

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Oliver Putnam | Only Murders In The Building | ATTN MOD NPC

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Arrival
Oliver snorts in surprise at finding out he's woken up somewhere unfamiliar, in the nude... but the stuff in the suitcase is even more of a crime: tight pinstriped pants, and a dress shirt with no buttons to speak of. He'd love some accessories, but the only one in the suitcase is a magnifying glass, which he leaves on the bed next to the stuffed duck tolling retriever before getting dressed and heading out to see what's what.

As he's exploring, he notes what floor he's on, if there are any Do Not Disturb hangers on doors... If a door isn't marked as such, he's got no problem knocking on it, to try and see if anyone is there.

Mastermind
Once the song-and-dance is over, Oliver folds his arms and tilts his head at the mastermind, trying to guess some things by their voice: gender, age, that sort of thing. Is there a voice-changing device somewhere in that ridiculous mask?

"Alright, you're not half bad, but your pitch needs work. If this is your way of angling for an audition once I start casting in the spring, you're going about it entirely the wrong way, I must say."

Murder
Oliver is standing at the corkboard, rearranging things a bit so that it's tidier and leaves space for adding any new evidence that might get uncovered. He feels a bit odd doing it: running the murder board is usually Charles' thing. But Charles isn't here, and it helps him to move things and group them as he thinks.

"So these two had an alibi together ... and he was in the kitchen on the other side of the floor from the scene of the crime ..." He moves suspects around until there are only three left. "Which narrows it down considerably. And there was enough blood splatter at the scene that the killer would have either had to wear something protective, or wash their clothes. Has anyone checked the laundry room?"

Trial
Inevitably, the finger gets pointed at Oliver. "Listen, I didn't have any love lost for the victim - but I didn't want them dead. Besides, the body was clearly moved post-mortem, and I've got two fake knees! Do you really think I'm in any shape to move someone like that?"

Mastermind

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No voice changing device. His voice sounds like a college age boy.

"I don't need to audition! I don't want to be in your stupid play!"

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"But you clearly wanted our attention. Funny thing for a kid in a mask to be after," Oliver says. "What's with the sudden, unwanted Chippendale's convention, here?"

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"You wouldn't understand."

Is the Mastermind... sulking?

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"I dunno, try me," he says, picking up on that token teenage sullenness. "I may look old enough to be your father -" Grandfather, more like, but he's delusional - "but I can be a pretty understanding kinda guy."

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"They're expecting me to do everything! It's not right!"

A whine?

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Now, there's a relatable subject if he ever heard one. And also ... a clue. "Sounds awfully unfair, to me! Especially since there's just one you and ... however many of them, right?"

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"A whole group!"

The mastermind doesn't seem to notice he's giving clues?

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"Oh, now that's just insult to injury," Oliver gasped, putting a hand to his chest in sympathy that would have looked comically exaggerated on anyone else but him. "What are they, all super-rich snobs who think they're better than everyone? It'd figure."