GAME 2 - DAY 1

[protoshepherd]

[ You stir awake on the cold floor, and find yourself in a REALLY CROWDED dressing room with some other people. They may be strangers, they may be people you know, but then you wonder, where are you?

Then it hits you. The last thing that happened before waking up was that you found a message in a bottle. You read the note, blinked once, and someone behind you hit you in the head. You fell to the floor, but that was it. That was all you remember. You must have passed out, and now you're here. Wherever here is.

The room is what it is. It seems to have been a murder scene. Who was murdered, no one knows. Try not to destroy the crime scene, would you? There's only a couple of drops of blood by the outline - and that's a really huge outline, the guy must be at least 6 feet tall. A tile from the floor is missing. Well, whatever. Is that really important? (No, it's not! Not at the moment, anyway…) What may be of importance (?!?!?!?!) is the note written in lipstick on the mirror. It reads: MAKE FRIENDS.

If you exit the dressing room, you'll find yourself in a hallway. There's another room next to the one you came from, but it's locked. There's some noise coming from inside, though… If you put your ear to the door, you may hear a possibly familiar song. But you might even check that out later, because right on the wall in front of you hang twelve square mirrors - about twelve inches in length, and eight in width. Each mirror will reflect only one specific person, no matter how many people are standing in front of it. (Eg. if Person A stands in front of Mirror A, he'll see himself. If he stands in front of Mirror B, he won't see any reflection at all.)

Upon looking at your mirror, you'll find someone behind you. Before you could even react, you hear the words "find wolves, keep secrets" whispered in your ear like an itchy and spine tingling thing. If you look back, the beautiful creature is gone. Its reflection is gone, too.

And when the badger disappears, you'll feel something heavy in your pocket. Pull it out, and you get a Nokia 3210. It's a pretty bulky and heavy device, but hey. It's a cellphone. Although… there are only four features to the phone: Rules, Vote, Calculator, and Snake.

If you check out the vote feature, you'll find a list of names. It seems you can only choose just one pair of names. Once someone votes on it, the bar right below their name grows longer, and you can see how many people voted on it. Everyone should know who their partner is from this list alone.

Welcome to (one part of) the Sunshine Coliseum! The broom closet is locked, and so is the room with the red light. Don't go there, Roxanne. If you head to the stage, you can play with the instruments. Feel free to chill out in the audience area. The chairs are very comfortable to sit on. There isn't much to do, but one should be crafty enough to find means of entertainment. This is game, after all.

Lastly, YOU HAVE NO MONEY TO BUY ANYTHING IN THE VENDING MACHINE. (It has soda and potato chips, by the way. Please don't steal anything...! Or you can. You know. Whatever. It's not like there are cops around!) ]

(SUSPICION POLL)

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CLUE
* only one member of each team may vote, so please coordinate with your partners!

Schedule:
[ 00 EST 18 April: Clue/Activity!!

00 EST 19 April: Suspicion poll comes to an end and Ousting poll gets put up.

00 EST 20 April: Ousting poll draws to a close. A new day begins, with two teams out of the game. ]

For any team posts or if your character(s) will be talking to another team in private, please remember to filter the post and add protoshepherd to it! Characters will have whatever they had on them, or if they have any pets, then they can have those, too.

Regarding pets/items: SURE GO AHEAD AND HAVE YOUR CHARACTER BRING THEM. If it's a magical item, then it will NOT work.

Hurting other characters is fine, but please ping @sytry on plurk if and when your character tries to kill somebody, or beat them up senseless. There will be an IC punishment for something like this, and they also can't kill anybody, so!!!

Comments

[notjustanytoon]

Given his choice of social partners, this man might not be feeling well.

[ Gumshoe reminds him of Eddie Valiant in a way. Mostly in the sense of clunky trenchcoats and possible alcoholism. ]

[trenchdoting]

Social partners... Hey pal, you leave Little Maggey out of this!

[notjustanytoon]

You have given it a name.

[trenchdoting]

I gave her a name! She's got a soul as beautiful as any of ours, pal!

[He's no Bob Hoskins.]

[notjustanytoon]

Has yet it occurred to you that in lieu of investigating our precarious situation, you have chosen to befriend a mindless animal?

[ AND HE'S THANKFUL FOR THAT. ]

[trenchdoting]

H-hey! Little Maggey's got... got... a mind as beautiful as any of ours, pal!!

[Then he deflates a little and scratches at his head.]

But, uh, the investigation is still underway, sir. I was just listening to the mirror first! Now that I made a friend, I'm ready to investigate all over ths place! I'm all fired up!!

[notjustanytoon]

Then why is it not speaking to us? [ THE HORSE IS AN IT, GUMSHOE. Doom doesn't care about the horse. ] Certainly it would have its own thoughts about being kidnapped.

Hop to it, then.

[trenchdoting]

I bet she has plenty of thoughts, pal! But she has a right to not say anything she doesn't wanna!

...On the double! [He turns towards the horse.] Come on, Little Maggey, let's investigate.

[curedham]

[EXCUSE YOU, NO ONE IS LEADING HER HORSE ON INVESTIGATIONS GOOD SIR

Now that she's all awake and collected, L'Arachel hustles on over to retrieve her companion, barreling right through anyone who doesn't get out of her way.] Pardon, pardon—some space so I may attend to my mount, if you would...

[trenchdoting]

[Green hair? Is this one of those punk kids he always hears about? ...No, not enough earrings...}

What's the problem, Miss? [He huffs up, standing between her and the horse.] If you got something to attend to, you just let me and Little Maggey take care of it! We're on the case!!

[notjustanytoon]

[ Now this is interesting. Ever the omnipresent judge, Doom is quick to rise to the occasion. ]

Were you attempting to steal this young woman's horse, sir?

[trenchdoting]

Wh-what? I'm not stealing anything... Little Maggey's here of her own free will!

[This guy's really starting to get on his nerves! He really wishes that Mr. Edgeworth were here to rub some kind of contradiction in his face!]

[curedham]

Little— [All right, that one actually makes her pause? Good job, Gumshoe; L'Arachel has somehow been startled enough to not just shoulder right past him like she was planning.] The only thing I have to attend to at this moment is my horse. Steal! [The very suggestion of the idea makes her bristle.] Are you in the habit of attempting to stake claim on every creature whose owner is indisposed and unable to immediately say otherwise? No, I'll have none of it! I would ask for some distance between the two of you. Step aside. Little Maggey, heavens above...

[trenchdoting]

Y-your horse...? [He gasps and looks downtrodden.]

I'm not staking claim to anything... I'm just making friends, pal! A-and what do you mean, distance? Little Maggey and me are like peas and pod, it's too cruel to separate us!

[curedham]

How presumptuous, to think it your right to give any creature you find a name simply because you stumbled upon it! I would prefer that the same was not done to me, for I am certainly not "pal"!

[And now she's going to try butting right past him! Though she's kind of tall for a lady, heels and all, she's...not really that physically imposing overall, but she is awfully determined if nothing else. Also she's got that staff she's waving around; that maybe helps a little?] Back! I have no qualms in separating a would-be thief from what is mine!

[fencefatale]

You mean he might be-? [ She swallows her words down, not wanting to say 'mentally ill' in front of the poor detective. It might make him feel bad, and Asuna's not a complete jerk. Besides, she just met the guy! ]

[notjustanytoon]

[ He's at least decent at reading between the lines. ] Given his conversational partner, I would not be surprised.

[fencefatale]

...

[ She doesn't say anything at first, instead, her expression seems to drop to something more neutral; maybe even a bit pitiful. ]

I feel sorry for him, if that's the case.

[notjustanytoon]

[ Doom's expression doesn't change. It never does, really. ]

I suppose one would. I don't harbor especially strong feelings towards men with coat hangers stuck in their trenchcoats.

[fencefatale]

He's probably just not the sharpest tool in the shed. [ At least, that's what it looks like to her. Though there's something unnerving about Doom's unchanging expression, somehow.

It's not important now. ]

[notjustanytoon]

Perhaps such insipidness is an attempt to conceal actual intelligence?

[ Always unnerving. Always. ]

[fencefatale]

For what reason? That would just make him more suspicious.

[notjustanytoon]

Perhaps. But the pretense of us being brought here leaves nobody free from such suspicion.

[fencefatale]

Well, I can't disagree that everyone is equally suspicious. [ It makes sense, anyway. ]

[notjustanytoon]

Indeed. At this point, I almost suspect that one could benefit from trying to act as inconspicuous as possible.