HALLOWEEN 2015- MURDER MYSTERY CYOA

[EchoLimaFoxtrot]

The Colonel's beady eyes continued To sparkle a bit more. What luck. He scanned the documents carefully and then added then with the photoes. He couldn't be too sure that he wouldn't miss something and so he kept it all for later. Not only that, he didn't want to share his prizes with anyone else. Each Phony for themself, he always believed... Unless they could help him too! Ha!

Dusting the rub remnants from his hooves, he stood up to his full lacking height and went towards the trophy room. First, he wanted to check to see if there were any shortcuts. It would be just like Moneybags to hide something along his precious victories and weapons...  

[Fea Line]

C: Search the... art gallery? Who has an art gallery in their home?

Del climbed the stairs noisily after Quarter, glancing around at the second story and all it had to offer. There was a reading room, a loung, art gallery, a bathroom and a locked room. Curious. Del went over towards the door, twisting the knob a few times as if that would make it give way or suddenly open it before deciding it was no use. A key was needed. But where could he search for a key?

"I think your on your own from here hunter." Del snorted, though Caramell passed a wink to her sister and a mouthed a silent 'Thank you!' for dragging her up here. She was going to investigate the bathroom first because well, the thought amused her when she took a double look at the art gallery.

Art. Gallery. Paintings, Statues, mosaics, abstract sculptures.... NICE!!!!!

Grinning with Excitement, Delamell changed her mind and made a dash for the art gallery, curious to all it held and any inspiration it might deliver. While Caramell was admiring the paintings and various sculptures, Delegator was looking for anything out of the ordinary or perhaps even a key. Maybe one was stashed behind a secret cut out behind a painting. Or maybe a safe. Or a what if one of the figures had a moving part you could twist or pull to open a secret door?

"What secrets did you hide from me in here you old b*****d." Del cursed to himself, starting first by tapping on the paintings or scooting them aside to peer behind.  

[zippedsiren]

D: Head through the sitting room to the library.

Torts had seen enough. Womb with a View eh? She didn't remember seeing that name on the invite-list, and decided that perhaps they have been part of a motive, this was not the killer's coat, and it thankfully didn't belong to any client of hers. Torts was fine to leave the coat where it was, but made a note that the lipstick also seemed to match up. Nope, not of any interest.

Decidedly, she figured she best be on her way to find that crawlspace to the east wing, if only she could get up there.

The other lawyer hurried through the sitting room, not bothering to stop there, and moved on to the library to beginning her investigation of that room. Focused solely on trying to find access, she began moving books and other objects on shelves about looking for secrets. Her mind drifted to tales of superheros who had secrets rooms or things pop up when moving candlesticks or such, maybe that was the case with something on shelf. She was careful to keep an eye out and not step on any poop, having noticed the poopy rug.  

[NymiiNym]

His eyes widened at the find of the drain cleaner. That could absolutely poison someone, yet if that much was used... wouldn't it be smelled? Shaking his head, he flicked his gaze over to the coats before glancing back to the door. He was sure they had found enough clues here, and most likely the only ones. If he kept wasting his time he'd soon fall behind. Humming thoughtfully, Bright Blessings considered his options. He could head to a new location, or return to an old one. He was sure the older rooms had been ransacked completely by now, and he didn't enjoy the idea of being the only one in this section of the house. Especially when a killer was rampant.

And so he headed through the service tunnel and into the library. He paused for a brief second, a scuff leaving their mouth. So the old man did have some interest in literature, it seemed. Huh. He wouldn't have pegged him down as the type. That, or collecting the books would eventually become profitable.

Stairs. There had to be stairs nearby. He doubted the library was contained to one floor... but where in tarnations were the blasted things, anyway?

D. Attempt to use the stairs (roll a d20 unless you know where they are)  

[Jun D]

E: Attempt to use the stairs (roll a d20 unless you know where they are)

Diamond was momentarily distracted by the excellent collection of books, but the sound of clanging stairs quickly returned Don Calimari to the investigation.

"Poor old Moneybags!" he said again for good measure, shaking his head at the pricely possessions he'd left behind.

Then he scooted off to the south wing where all the action was. Surely those stairs must be around somewhere...  

[StarieMichie]

zippedsiren

VerityHattress

Tristam Lockhart

Before leaving the room, TACO made a mental note of what everyone else had said. This room was filled with all sorts of suspicious stuff. "Yeah, I found a syringe. I left it in the wastebucket though. I didn't want to get hoof prints all over evidence."

He then added (not so) slyly, and loud enough for everyone around to hear, "Would be a shame if the Judge in charge of the murder case went off of all this tampered evidence. It wouldn't be hard to throw the book at someone who was clearly the murderer."

TACO turned to leave dramatically, and his Judge's cape billowed around him. No matter what he did, he was already stylish.

Next stop was the kitchen. There was his partner of a few hours ago, and a very angry Chop Chop. It felt like chaos. Then again, Chaos was his middle name -- Judge Chaos Fudge; probably not the best name choice for a judge that should really be lawful, but YOLO.

It is said that music soothes the savage beast, and so TACO sang a siren's song to Chop Chop to try to calm her down.  

[VerityHattress]

zippedsiren

With a roll of her eyes at the Judge's actions, Sea Major made note of the drain cleaner and decided to keep this room in mind. Something had happened here for sure, but what exactly? Not only that, it seemed the others had not been much help, leaving and not telling her if they had found any evidence. Due to this, Sea Major had made a quick decision to go to the same room as one of the other phonies, that being the one who made their way through the sitting room to the library. The Judge had a least spoken. The other phony hadn't though, and Sea was sure that she had seen them searching the coat more. Besides that reason for going, there had been a book in the Great Room earlier that Sea Major had gotten a quick glimpse of. Maybe she could find something related to that in the library?

Being careful while walking through the sitting room, Sea tried to make some conversation with the phony at which she was following. She didn't want to seem like she was stalking the other, because in honesty she didn't. All she wanted to know was if this phony did find anything ", Did you find anything else in the coat?"  

[elvyralani]

Satin tried to commit all she saw to memory from the restroom. She made her way to the secret tunnel and decided to check out the library.

D: Head through the sitting room to the library.  

[Magician Arcana]

[Explore the Trophy Room]

It was staged. Sticky Fingers puffed softly and trotted from the room. It made no sense to leave so much in tact. Only the monitor was destroyed and nothing else, other than the sofa, out of place. This had been a red herring.

Moving into the Trophy Room, Sticky looked around with wide, enthralled eyes. What was this place? It had so much... Just so much. Guns and other goods. Something had to be here.  

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C: Go back through the tunnel to the dining room.

Hex almost jumped 4 feet into the air when the little filly can up behind her. She hadn't expected anyone to take notice of her but, was glad for the company. Shaking her head she quickly went back into character. She gave a sigh and grumbled under her breathe upon seeing none other than Diamante. "Well...well if it isn't Diamante...didn't Moneybags ruin your reputation enough...? Oh well I'm sure you have your own reasons for being back here...part of me is happy he's gone y'know? I...wouldn't mind your company though...two is better than one after all!" She gave her partner a small smile before turning her attention back to the coats.

She almost broke character again practically jumping for joy upon finding her first clues. Quickly stuffing them in her bag after giving them a look over she turned back to the filly, "We should probably go see what one of the staff has to say about these...maybe Habeus Corpses? What do you think Diamante?"

purplerosesbeauty

They make quite the team!

 

[Tristam Lockhart]

StarieMichie

Ruriska

He frowned at the empty bottle of cleaner, snorting and shaking his head at the overpowering smell. "The butler or the maid needs to keep better inventory, this should had been switched out by now..." Actually, did mansions usually keep cleaning supplies under their sinks? Wouldn't they have a utility closet?

While being anywhere near the Judge gave Brass an eye twitch at the sheer perverseness that drip off the phony, it compare nothing to the sense of dread and suspicion that the phony's words filled him with. Fine, a syringe, and mare's coat and theater ticket. He tried his best to chalk the cleaner as bad house keeping. "I surely hope that she just suffers from diabetes." He muttered and watched the judge leave their presence.

D: Head through the sitting room to the library.


Brass quickly decided that it was best to take off in the opposite direction from the judge when he started hearing music filtering from the Kitchen. He gave the siting room just a quick glance before trotting into the library. His eyes roamed over the many books on the shelves. Most seemed to be a bit above his IQ to be honest. Ah, there was his fiance! She seemed to be pressuring a book. Ah, he landed a mare of many talents and blessings.

"Edelweiss! Darling! What are you doing?"  

[Atmadja]

Clementine narrowed her eyes at the bottle of drain cleaner and set it down. It wasn't until now that she noticed the smell. The place was always fastidiously clean, but was this more than usual? It was difficult to say. Turning, she began to search the other half of the room, now trying to see if she could see anything left over that hadn't been cleaned, something that had been left over.

Part of her felt ridiculous--she was suspicious about cheese, suspicious about drain cleaner, about the cleanliness of a bathroom. But something told her that there was something... not-so-good afoot here. Something that she needed to explore further.  

[thyPOPE]

Lemma's friend (or maybe just library companion; neither she nor Pennybags had any idea who they were) had fallen silent, but the library was far from it. She looked around, anxious - she wasn't really sure what she should be looking at, and was pretty disappointed to have found only mouse droppings. She could do better than this.

"S-see anything?" Pennybags called. All he'd seen was...uh, poop. Was Fussy's staff being negligent? Interesting, considering the relative cleanliness of the trophy room (but there was that gun...). But also...it might just be that they'd been distressed. He winced slightly and tried to go for the noise he'd heard. It was pretty loud, and he'd heard stairs - that meant there were stairs here?

More things he hadn't known about his own house. Fantastic. He stomped southward, careful to peer at the shelves as he looked. Had anything been recently disturbed?

Ruriska

 

[cursedandwandering]

B. Search the lounge


"No luck?" Paws mouthed as she watched her sister struggle with the closed door. "It sure is creepy up here... Especially since no one else is around." For a moment she stood and watched her sister head toward the art gallery with envy, but she knew it was best for them as a team if they split up to search. The mare giggled to herself. Separate or together, this was still a fun game!

"If i had known there was so much adventure to be found here maybe i wouldn't have traveled overseas." Quarter Mane laughed as he entered the first room that caught his eye. With a jump he hopped onto one of the couches. So comfy! He could use a short break. At the thought he gave a snort and a toss of his head. He needed to keep moving if he was to get Moneybags' fortune. With a grunt he began to lift up couch cushions and search under the furniture. "Wouldn't my parents have liked that..." He murmured to himself as he peeked under the coffee table. His flash light shown around the room, glinting off any shiny surfaces. "If i were a key, where would i hide?" The stallion pursed his lips, wishing that keys had a scent he could track or left footprints. Wouldn't that be convenient?