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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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Arrival

Tch...

[After reluctantly (and very slowly) getting into the tacky attire, he stands there with flattened ears and a swishing lion tail. Well... at least the stupid clothes accommodate his tail. Not as though he'd be bothered enough to complain to the open air, when he's still got a kidnapper to figure out, but it's sometimes the little things that help most.

While the stuffed lion is given a lengthy stare, he doesn't so much as touch it for now. Because now is when he starts walking, looking, observing... And, man, this place is giving Ruggie's family's house a run for its (lack of) money. And it makes Ramshackle Dorm look like a luxury retreat.

Eventually, he'll encounter someone else. That someone else gets a lengthy stare, but odds are highest that he'll decide they aren't worth his time—as in, he'll just continue walking unless there's something very strange. Or... they try to stop him? That could work, too.]

Mastermind

[The singing man doesn't get much of a reaction beyond an exaggerated yawn; he's heard better singing from his nephew (read: this is an insult). If anyone starts trying to get answers out of said man, Leona just rolls his eyes and mutters.]

Yeah, 'cause that'll get you somewhere...

[Frankly, this screams "act for the sake of an act", and he's not biting. Mostly.]

If you're the kidnapper, I can see why you're quittin' your day job.

[LEONA...]

Motive

[Have you been getting along at all with Leona? Have you been fighting with him, left and right? Well, as it turns out, none of this matters. And neither does how he's been acting prior to the motive going up. Without warning, he's cornered someone in a random room, and he's going right for the throat - literally. With a knife- where the fuck did that even come from?

>Struggle
>Yell for help
>???
>Profit]

Trial

Ugh, this is so stupid... It's already obvious who did it.

[Note: Leona has not said a single word during this ENTIRE trial, up to this point; he's been napping.

Regardless, now he's looking right at someone: either someone who fits the bill as the culprit, or someone totally innocent (spoiler: it's him, he's the culprit). Has anyone noticed the way his tail has a hint of clumped, darker-than-usual fur at the tip? Or maybe the thin scratch inside his ear will be what catches the eye first...]

[And Leona's looking directly at... HERMES.]

Wh- me!? ...What about my alibi?

You're a machine. No real soul, so probably no real conscience. I bet you could kill everyone in this room right now and not feel a single shred of regret.

[That's just rude... but it's intentionally rude, so.]

[blink.]

I mean. I like Alastor. And Rosa. And even Robert.

But how can I be in two places at once when I can't even rip holes in space anymore? I was in the office with Alastor, remember? Not the pantry.

[ The guy in the baby mask slowly turns to Leona, then stalks much closer, grabbing for his collar. From this distance, it's obvious he's shaking... from fear? ]

[Ugh, curse not having any of his heightened senses or magic...

Leona, however, doesn't show an ounce of fear despite that. He just stands up straighter, eyebrows lifted as he... waits, ears perked a little forward.]

What? [and with the tiniest smirk:] Cat got your tongue?

[It's a stupid joke, it's one he'd find especially stupid coming from other people, but he's in a bad mood.]

Shut up! You don't understand what you're messing with!

[ Babyface grips the collar tighter. ]

We kidnapped you and we can put an end to you!

[Alastor is used to getting stares, though usually only from people with four limbs. His own tail swishes, and the fingers of his wings flex.]

Take a picture, it'll last longer.

[ Sora stares back at him, blinking when the other just continues walking on. ]

Uh, okay? You seem pretty chill about all this.

[ Don't mind him, he's just going to follow after Leona. ]

[Ahah. His kindred soul.

Leona and Tsukishima had spent some time together during the whole thing. Snarking together, mostly. Griping about how stupid and exhausting everything was.

They kind of just... got each other on an unspoken level.

Which is why it's no coincidence that now Leona is trying to kill him.

He'd put up a fight. They struggled. But pound for pound, Leona still easily trumped Kei in muscle mass. He was still the better fighter, even as Tsukishima had tried to outwit him. Even though he managed to pull one or two over on Leona, the end result was the same.

They probably both expected that.

With him pinned against the wall and a knife pressed against his throat, already starting to cut into it.

And, selfishly... Tsukishima was tired. It was not just a small part of him that felt relieved for it all to be over.

At least... for a little bit, maybe.

...

Eyes narrowed as his chest heaves, he manages between gasps of air:]

Not... like you... to hesitate, Kingscholar.

Mm-hm. It really is quite obvious, huh?

[ Ranpo leaned forwards on his podium, a smile curling his lips in a way that almost makes it hard to read what he's thinking. He's been quiet during the trial but in a way that was different from how Leona had been not taking things seriously at all. ]

Please enlighten us, Leona. Who's the one who did it?

[ His green eyes are a bit sharper now, though his smile hasn't disappeared at all. ]

Elementary! R1: TDM

Leona Kingscholar | Twisted Wonderland | ATTN MOD NPC

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Arrival

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Motive (CW: suicidal ideation)

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