GAME 3 - Day 4

[protoshepherd]

[ And the deaths continue. If you go to the study today, you'll find prosecutor Myriam Scuttlebutt on the ground with a broken neck, her body laying next to a stepladder. Did she fall, or was she pushed? Who knows... One thing you do know is this: there is a photo printed out next to her, one of someone with a pompadour's silhouette.

What you do know is you're not safe. You need to get rid of the guilty party. And Proto Badger will politely remind you of it, too. ]

Trial later. Prepare.

[ Also, hey. Where's Bobby Fulbright? ]

Comments

Whoops

[usefulanalysis]

Locked?!

[Well, Ema's not going to let that stop her.]

Hang on!

[She...throws her weight against the door? She weighs about as much as a sack of potatoes, and has her big heavy bag. Maybe that will help?]

[thefaceofjustice]

[Unfortunately, it's going to take more than that to bust it open.]

[And now it looks like there's a little bit of blood pooling out from under the door.]

[usefulanalysis]

Oh my god! Someone, help!

[And in a fit of panic Ema grabs up the nearest chair and starts hammering at the closet door in an adrenaline fueled rush!]

[arurests]

[ wolf boy does manage to hear the screaming, and he arrives on the scene just to say: ] I'll look for the key.

[ it should be in one of the bedrooms, anyway. dr black may even have a master key for all locks in this place. so he takes off for now. ]

[usefulanalysis]

Hurry!

[Wang, wang! She just keeps battering at the door with the chair!]

[arurests]

[ lang comes back minutes later with a bolt cutter. ]

Couldn't find any keys. Step aside.

[usefulanalysis]

[...stepping clear.]

Right...

[arurests]

[ this is easy shit. he does the thing, and bobby should be """free""" now. ]

[thefaceofjustice]

[Immediately falls out of the closet and onto Lang. HE'S A BIT HEAVY...]

[The blood seems to be coming from a pretty bad cut on his hand.]

[arurests]

[ he catches him and doesn't even flinch. ]

What happened to you, detective?

SWOONS IN LANG'S POWERFUL ARMS

[thefaceofjustice]

[He's in full-on shaking panic mode.]

My blood is...

[Suddenly it registers that he's being held by an Interpol agent, and he abruptly pushes himself away from Lang.]

[arurests]

[ wow rude??? ]

The hell's your problem?