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e_rpg2023-10-01 08:38 pm
murderstars) wrote in e_rpg2023-10-01 08:38 pm
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.
Motive (CW: suicidal ideation)
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.