HALLOWEEN 2015- MURDER MYSTERY CYOA

[elvyralani]

Marvel, er Satin Doll (she needed to stop referring to herself as her real name) didn't notice anything too odd about the kitchen. The massive amounts of take out seemed quite normal to her because seriously who has time to cook.
She did swear that this place had to have a secret, what kind of murder mystery would this be if there wasn't any sort of secret passage or something. She started to look around.

C: Search for another way out (Roll a d20) - from the kitchen  

[Tristam Lockhart]

B: Talk to an NPC - RaF

That was curious, why would anyphony with access to a fully stock kitchen and a serving staff eat so much take out? Fine, Wine wasn't the owner, but that many take out receipts seemed a bit excessive.

Brass Tacks hummed, thinking of speaking with Wine, but quickly making his way FAR FAR AWAY from the wine cave the moment when he spotted TAC- errr Judge Fudge speaking to Wine. Erm, the butler would do. since the cook seemed kind of...intimidating.

He walked up to the butler, trying to not let his eyes roam over the many chracacters running around. "This maybe a strange question, but did the chef only cooked for Moneybags, and not the rest of the household? Were the rest of the servants meant to make their meals?"

Barley thought of her own kitchen, and she rather cook then let anyone(her brother) touch any of her utensils or ingredients. Speaking of feeding, she mildly wonder where Brass' fiance was right now, she probably should track her down soon.  

[~Twilight...Angel~]

Talk to Rank and File again

This was all such interesting information for her character and Twilight decided it would be best to try and get more... More information was always a good thing after all! And then maybe she would move on to go and explore. Especially some of the East Wing if she could.

"That sounds interesting indeed!" Saddlebags' eyes went wide with wonder and expectation. She loved things to do with ghosts. Things to do with the supernatural. Who knew her cousin was so interesting in the end!

"Now... What have you seen or heard from the East Wing? Have you ever had anything strange happen yourself?" She nodded at Rank and File rather vigorously. "And did you have any idea WHY Moneybags would have wanted to open it back up? Since, as you say, he seemed rather unsettled by his passed wife still inhabiting the area." She nodded some more, though more to herself this time. Forming the questions in her mind was hard. Almost too much information to store, but she was determined to figure out exactly who was behind it all!
 

[LOLLI qAq]

The doe playing Penny Earned spoke up and shooed La Llorona's hooves away from the vases, but not before she'd gotten a good look at was inside. Slipping easily into character, the water witch didn't need props or costumes, Moneypenny looked dolefully at his Aunt.

"Ah, I'm sorry. I was just looking for any clues to Grandfather's m-mmm ... death." Moneypenny was decidedly not the type to be okay with murder. "Maybe we can work together? As family, you see, to find out what happened."

With that statement made La Llorona Moneypenny began to walk calmly back to the dining room. With or without his Aunt.

Astraea Pandora

 

[Ruriska]

D: SPRINT BLINDLY OUT OF THERE.

Shrill X didn't give two shits about spiders. Yes, okay, they were kind of creepy with their spindly eight legs and too many eyes and there was that weird fact somebody had told her one night when they were both tripping out about how many spiders you ate while you were sleeping.

But she figured Edelweiss was a sweet and kinda useless mare who wouldn't know how to face the arachnid menance, but there was also no way she was going to scream for help and attract everyone's attention. She wouldn't want to bother her fiancee by being unladylike. No, she'd be more proactive and just run out of the room.

So Edelweiss rolled right off the couch and sprinted out, nearly knocking over the Penny-something-lady who'd been giving her those 'I'm jealous of your bigass ring' looks.  

[thyPOPE]

Lemma still didn't really know anyone here. She coughed lightly, uninterested in the sheet music. Was Pennybags interested? No, she decided after a bit - although he took down the title of the song regardless. She couldn't really imagine how it could be relevant, but. Well. She left the song there, nodding at the other players who came up to her.

Right. In character. Where would Pennybags go? He wanted to know where the murder had occurred...ah, if it'd been a murder. Well. Lemma knew it was a murder, but she guessed Pennybags didn't know for sure? This was all just so confusing! She'd have meandered toward the office but it looked, honestly, like it was growing a little crowded. Pennybags would be responsible and efficient. Sure, some might call him boring, but that just meant he was willing to do the tedious work when no one else was. There was a place here that looked undisturbed - whether by guests or his father's servants, he couldn't be sure. And while it was tempting to head to his father's palm court, it wasn't really the time for relaxation, in his opinion. Also...well, the trophy room was likely to be slightly more personal. He might figure something out about the motive, presuming there'd truly been a murder - who knew?

...well, one other person was here. An angry-looking b - uh, doe, but she was playing a buck - was already stuffing around the trophy room. Did he...ah, it was Delegator. Reluctantly Pennybags pulled his flashlight out of his saddlebags. "I'll take this side if you take that one? We can discuss afterwards." he called to his father's, ah, favorite yes-phony. They had a limited amount of time to spend, after all. More important than getting the money was identifying the murderer correctly, in Pennybags' opinion. He should've consulted his son - ugh. At least they'd have done good work together.

Well, it was of no great import. He searched over the trophy room's floor with care. Were there perhaps tracks in here? That'd be unlikely. Then he shone the flashlight on the trophies, looking perhaps for anything dropped, or for...hoofprints? On the trophies?

Yeah, okay, Lemma had no idea what was going on.

****Fea Line

hi i hope you don't mind ahh q__q <3

 

[o1234566789]

A: Talk to [NPC] [Fuchsia Fussbudget]

Bitter Pill nodded as she listened to Habeus Corpses. So no one had any idea of how the letter got here. It seemed Moneybags was still just as mysterious and secretive in death as he had been in life.

Looking around the unicorn spotted Fuchsia, who she had just overheard talking about Moneybags' death. So he died in bed huh, or rather that's where he was found. She sighed and made her way over to her. It was best to talk to the Phonies who knew a little bit about what happened before exploring the house. Speaking up in a monotone voice she said, "Excuse me miss but, I couldn't help but, overhear you talking and I got to wondering was there any signs of a struggle at the crime scene? Did it look like ol' Moneybags passed away in his sleep or were there wounds?"

 

[Byagane319]

D: Move into the Great Room

Honey thought over everything the lawyer had said about all the different demands made of his lawyers. So many different places to either leave his money or invest. Some things sounded like an investment while others were charity. Something to make the old phony look good despite known facts. So the old phony really was losing it or perhaps trying to throw people off his track. If his "con man senses" were correct he would have some papers stashed away. He wondered if there would be anything found in the office.

He left the lawyer and his young nephew...niece...he left for the great room wishing to explore a bit more and maybe find some hints to the mystery or at least where the money was really hidden. Perhaps the name was with the money.  

[Maxx D]

D: Use hidden corridor to access the Sitting Room BECAUSE I'M VIGORISH

Both the news of the sitting room that he'd overheard and the notes that he found highly pleased him - he would have snorted, but as Fireflight didn't feel that would be suave enough, he merely let out a disdainful, but amused, "huh." With a ruffian's smile, Vigorish examined the information carefully, and proceeded towards the indicated hutch. Vig did like secrets. He glanced over his shoulder, hoping that no one would notice, before pushing the panel with a hoof: ah, there it was. Once it slid open, Vigorish was in like a shot, steadily making his way through the shadows where he felt most at home.

A few turns and he arrived in the sitting room with the presents laid out, just as Fuchsia said. Another Phony may have found it morbid to look through the last things that a dead Phony had touched before his demise, but the bookie was not at all perturbed. He reasoned that if he was not to find the murderer, the least he could do was pawn some of this stuff for the 'bills.' And if one of these killed him, well - he thought as he rifled through the gifts - at least he stayed alive long enough to die in bed.  

[Luafien]

C: Search for another way out

Well, that was successful! Lucky Clover didn’t know how successful, but she had wine now, so that had to be some sort of level up. Or whatever. Booze makes everything better, yippie-ki-yay and all that noise. If there is one thing that Lucky Clover is best at, then it is drunken adventures, which has composed most of her party experiences, so why break the trend now?
Lucky’s got a quest to find a book, a belly full of booze, and a head full of air.

Time to get to Scooby-Doing!  

[Jun D]

B: Talk to an NPC [Fuchsia Fussbudget]

Don Calimari nodded thoughtfully as he strolled (flapped) back towards the rest (then flapped faster as he heard something about making funky Sangria behind him). A missing wine inventory...was it really as simple as Wine About It suspected? Or was the murderer strangely invested in wines from 1918-1920? Smiling benignly, he made his way over to Fuchsia Fussbudget.

"Fuchsia, my good lady," he started warmly, "might you have seen a little notebook about in your dusting? Leather-bound - black?"

He ambiguously patted a suit pocket as he nodded.  

[frozen_flames06]

Booksmart though it would best to see if there was a clue in the trophy room. Entering the room, he took a gulp at the amount of..... dead things in this room.

".....this is eerily creepy, but there must be a clue to a library of a sorts in here."

B: Search the trophy room.  

[NymiiNym]

Bright Blessings nodded solemnly before deciding it might be best to begin checking other rooms now. He'd return if he needed more answers, and he couldn't afford to just sit there while everyone else meandered about, probably finding clues to the fortune he rightfully deserved. His mind reeled, considering the most obvious places a killer might hide something. The Kitchen, maybe? Giving a polite nod to the staff, he headed to the Kitchen in search of more clues.

A. Search the Dining Room  

[Fea Line]

Caramell's ears flicked towards a sound of someone else entering the room and she had to keep reminding herself to stay in character!

"Hmmm?" he croaked, eyeing the pony. Was that... Pennybags right? Moneybag's son, of course of course. "Ah, yes.." he said, raising a hoof to squint at the light before turning back to the trophies. "Tragic.. isn't it." he snorted, passing his beam over a few more trophies, all that seemed relatively normal. He was now starting to wonder if they'd even find a clue in here. Gah.

And what of Moneybag's kids.... what if this tyke inherited everything. What would happen to His job then?! Right hand Stallion of Pennybags??! Pfffft. He might have talent but the old man....! The old man....
Snorting, Del stomped his hoof again. "Darn fool getting himself killed!!" All these thoughts only seemed to make Del grow more and more frustrated as he continued to mumble to himself while looking through, around, under and inside trophies.

Caramell paused to stop and wink at the kid, flashing him a beaming grin to show all her fake anger was exactly that. Fake. It felt hard being an angry temperamental hothead sometimes but man she had to admit this was kind of fun! She was starting to really get why Paws was so into this! Oh the inspiration she was gathering for her arting!

thyPOPE

I don't mind ^^ <3