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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 ;
Please put 'attn, mod npc' in your subject title if you need input from the mastermind.
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;
Please put 'attn, mod npc' in your subject title if you need input from a mastermind's assistant.
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.
Reserves!!!
Discord server
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 ;
Please put 'attn, mod npc' in your subject title if you need input from the mastermind.
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;
Please put 'attn, mod npc' in your subject title if you need input from a mastermind's assistant.
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.
ushiromiya battler | umineko
[A new game board, is that it? He yawns as he pushes himself out of bed, smirking slightly when he notices the lack of clothes.]
Heh... you could've just asked, you know. I might've even gone for the collar, ihihihi!
[Maybe he's supposed to stay like this, but the suitcase implies otherwise so he quickly puts on sexy detective short shorts. If this is what his wife wants... this is what she wants. It's not really her usual style, but everyone needs a change every once in a while.
He leaves the room and begins to casually wander about, seemingly unbothered by any of this. True, this could be one of Bern's games, but it doesn't feel like that either. If he sees anyone, he'll wave,]
Yo!
[Otherwise he can be seen examining all the entrances and exits. At some point, he starts leaving scraps of fabric between the openings of doors. As he does so, he says to himself]
Kinda a cheap trick, but it's not like I gotta hear her judging me for stealing it at least...
ii. murder
[While he's still shirtless and still in short shorts, Battler does at least have a more serious expression on his face now. He knew it was coming, but it's easier to deal with it all when he's the game master. Without knowing the specifics, he doesn't know how cruel this mystery is yet, and that's what worries him.
Seeing someone else looking to investigate, he tilts his head towards them.]
Come on, check something with me. I set up a few markers earlier, we should be able to at least make certain of whether this is a closed room or not.
iii. trial
[They've been arguing for hours, going in circles, evidence becoming relevant then irrelevant then relevant again. Battler holds his head in his hands, almost laughing to himself,]
It's useless... it's all useless.
[Unless...
And then he suddenly springs up, pointing across the room]
The body wasn't properly identified! Since their face was smashed beyond recognition, we assumed their identity based on their clothes! However, the culprit could have easily swapped those!
Murder
Closed room...? I mean I can check to see which doors are open or closed if you want.
no subject
[He probably looks insane right now, but he is talking to this thing so.]
A closed room is a type of trick in a detective novel. The culprit makes it seem as if the victim was murdered inside a closed room, where no one could logically get to them. It creates the illusion of an impossible crime, which makes solving it also seem impossible.
[Why is he mansplaining mysteries to a robot]
Just checking if the doors are open or not doesn't really help, heh...
no subject
Ooooh... That... ThatWouldActuallyBeClever ForTheKillerToDo! How do they usually do stuff like that? I know I'm the one usually giving tutorials, but I'm not Makima, sooooo... How do they do it?
no subject
[He's alright at setting up a closed room himself, but that's not something he wants to brag about now. Or give anyone, including AIs, any ideas.]
There's one story where the whole premise relies on you believing the characters are stuck on an island with no way to escape. Then it turns out the killer had a way off the whole time and created an entire alibi on the mainland by going back and forth.
[There are also plenty of actual locked room examples in that novel. However, this exact concept seems impossible to replicate here and so, harmless.]
trial
How do we know you didn't swap them?
no subject
[His arm is still pointing. That's a good point. Kinda. Battler laughs, a sheepish smile on his face as he drops his arm and scratches the back of his neck.]
You don't, but it'd be a bit ridiculous if I revealed my plan like that to everyone, right? And that's not really the point either...
Arrival
[Oliver is coming down the hallway from the opposite direction, one of the hotel notepads in hand]
Marking the places you've been, or trying to see who comes and goes?
i loooooove omitb!!
[Someone gets it!]
I don't want anyone to die, but it's better if we're prepared. This way we can maybe confirm everyone's locations without relying on their testimonies.
\o/ I'm only passing familiar with Battler from cross-canon cr but he's great
[he sighed]
I'd rather we had glitter on hand, that's a lot harder to just wash off, but ... one makes do, I suppose. ... Oliver Putnam. Nice to meet you.