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e_rpg2023-10-01 08:38 pm
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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;
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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.
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.
Ranpo Edogawa | Bungou Stray Dogs | attn: mod npc
[ It was one thing to be kidnapped and put in a stupidly decrepit house, but the expectation of what they expected him to wear was absolutely ridiculous. However, he refused to go out without anything on so he grabbed some things hastily to put on.
Only to realize that this particular one was a girl's outfit. He debated on changing into something else but knew wasting time was not something he wanted to do, so as he begins exploring around?
Just not seeming to care.
Ranpo made a beeline for the pantry after some exploring, only to make the most tragic discovery. ]
...They really have no sweets here. Ugh...
Mastermind
[ There's just a pause as he stares at the weird guy in the odd mask once he'd finished whatever he was doing. ]
...Huh. Were we supposed to be impressed by that or something??
[ He has no sympathy for someone who doesn't even keep a place stocked with sweet things. ]
Trial
[ For most of this, he's seemingly been half asleep at wherever they've been doing this trial. Half slumped over his podium and looking completely bored as he watches everyone argue amongst themselves and getting absolutely nowhere.
In circles, even.
Ranpo then groaned and stood up straight, adjusting his hat. His eyes open and he turns his gaze to the other's almost irritably. They all couldn't figure this out? Ugh. Well. Time to prove himself. ]
You're all looking in the wrong places. It was a clear misdirection by the culprit and you all fell for it.
[ His eyes fell to one of their number, then smiled knowingly. ]
The blood on their shirt cuff. An alibi with several holes in it... need I keep going or would our esteemed culprit like to come clean?
mastermind
[ Does the baby sound hesitant?! ]
no subject
[ Ranpo crossed his arms over his chest, totally looking unimpressed with the guy. ]
You're supposed to be our mastermind?
Trial
[Oliver folds his arms a little sulkily. Damn this kid always being a few steps ahead of him!]
As for the holes, they're big enough to drive a Hummer through. Everyone was at the bar at some point that night, coming and going. There's no way to prove that they really were there at the time of the murder.
no subject
That's where you're wrong. A very clear and obvious clue's right in front of you if you step back and look at the evidence.
[ Hopefully he didn't have to point out everything, right? The matching handwriting belonging to a certain person a little TOO closely, as if it'd been forged to try and make someone look guilty. Someone who'd been a little TOO calm about the trial proceedings until now.
He was giving Oliver an opening... and not something he did very often. ]
no subject
I'm not sure ...
[he feigned ignorance, turning to the suspect]
You're certain you don't have any idea who could have forged that note?
Trial
...
Nnnnnnope, Hermes is still lost.]
If you know who it is, then say it, cuz I don't see!
[Hermes doesn't wear shirts, plus the shoe check they had earlier cleared Hermes of suspicion. Please help the robot with an INT stat of 3 out...]
no subject
[ Ranpo exhaled a big, heavy sigh and shook his head. Why did he have to go and spell it out for everyone?? ]
The handwriting in that note. It looks a bit too perfectly written... like it was forged, in an attempt to frame Riku and let all the blame for the murder fall onto him.
no subject
[Hermes fidgets in place a little.]
no subject
Someone was trying a little too hard to frame him and thought their forgery of his handwriting would be enough to fool everyone.