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

[inspectormacarena]

[As the head of the Special Investigations Unit, Cabanela's seen a few crazy things from time to time. Things that might be deemed impossible, yet occurred against all odds. This? This is worse than those things. The more he surveys, from the assortment of strangers to the horse, to the guy who's licking blood off the floor, he can surmise this is definitely worse.

So he leaves the crime scene of sorts and instead investigates the hall for a while. He examines the mirrors from all angles, takes a moment to snap his fingers to the beat of Roxanne, plays around with the curious cellphone and finally attempts to open every single door he encounters. ...Alas. This whole place is locked up tighter than a prison.

A good fifteen minutes will have passed before he returns to the (probably still crowded) dressing room. He comes prancing through the door on his tippy-toes, twirls around with a pirouette, almost kicks someone in the face as he stretches his right leg and finally ends it all with a hip thrust.]

Aaah, yes. The pungent smell of a myyystery waiting to be solved. Nothing like it, baby! [...That pungent smell is probably the horse.] Inspector Cabanela, Special Investigations. How about you all do me a favor and liiine up for questioning? No need to shove, you'll all get your turn.

[yeahscience]

[Wait. Wait. Jesse had mostly forgotten about the message in the wake of everything the fuck else that's been going on since, but he remembers it now. Cabanela: that was the name in the note.

Inspector Cabanela.

Special Investigations.

This is not good.]

Questioning about what?

[He has committed so many felonies. And probably whatever is a step above felony. He glances at the chalk outline, eyes widening.]

'Cause I didn't do that, yo. I don't even know why I'm here.

[inspectormacarena]

[Don't worry, Jesse, he's not here for you. He's not here for anyone in particular. In fact, he'd very much like to leave. He's got a very important night ahead of him. One he's been preparing for for five- no, ten years already.]

Settle dooown, baby. I'm not accusing anybody here. Just tryin' to clear things up. The sooner we get some answers, the sooner we can all go about our business. [He raises a hand to his head with an overdramatic flourish.] So, first things first. Naaame?

[yeahscience]

[Is this a test, or does the guy really not know? Jesse stares at him for a long moment, eyes narrowing again, going sharp and wary. Eventually, he smiles, or at least bares his teeth.]

Diesel.

[specialest_agent]

[Special Investigations? Hmm. CONGRATS, CABANELA, YOU GET THE HONOUR OF BEING THE FIRST PERSON WHOSE FACE YORK SHOVES HIS BADGE IN.]

I'm FBI Special Agent Francis York Morgan. Please call me York, that's what everyone calls me. Are you with the LAPD?

[inspectormacarena]

[FBI! Buddy, you are a sight for sore eyes. It's been a very long time since Cabanela had to flash his own badge at anyone, because he's the kind of guy whose reputation precedes him and he stopped doing field work five years ago. So hey, York gets a similar honor. The only difference is that Cabanela takes his badge out with a very nonchalant wave of the arm.]

A pleasure, Mr. FBI Agent, a pleeeasure. [Sorry, did you say to call him York? He's ignoring that. He's also conveniently not mentioning what city he's from, but it's on the ID with his badge, so make of that what you will.] Never set foot in LA, I'm afraid. In fact, I've got pressing business to attend to on my own turf, so let's round this situation up lickety split, shaaall we?

[specialest_agent]

[Yeah okay York's fine with that.]

I've been in LA once or twice. But I've never heard of the Sunshine Coliseum.

[notjustanytoon]

[ The inspector doesn't recognize him. That speaks to him either not being from the area or having been kidnapped as well. Both bode well for him. ]

What a relief it is to meet an individual here of useful profesion. I myself am a judge presiding over areas in close proximity to Los Angeles. Am I to presume that you have been kidnapped as well?

[inspectormacarena]

[A judge... That Judge Doom person, perhaps? Foreboding name, but Cabanela won't hold it against him. Not everyone can be blessed with such a thing.]

You got it, man. Embarrassing as it is to admit, I received a meeean blow to the noggin' and next thing I knew, I was waking up in here. I take it it's the same tale for you?

[notjustanytoon]

Indeed. We are dealing with something far out of everyones' scope here, Mr. Cabanela. We could be looking at an ordeal of extraordinary proportions - a series of simultanious kidnappings from across the globe. But for what purpose?

[trenchdoting]

['Inspector'? First a wolf man, now a disco man... Why are they always trying to mess with his investigations.]

Hey pal!! This is my turf! I got this covered, see? I'm Detective Dick Gumshoe, LA PD! I wanna do all the questioning here!

[inspectormacarena]

[That coat...! Give Cabanela a second, he's lost in nostalgia. Then he remembers this is all the more reason he needs to get the hell out of here. Important business to attend to tonight. He'll never forgive himself if he misses it.]

Ahh, detective, is it? Perfect timing. How about you tell me all you know about this place and the unfooortunate soul who supposedly met their end here? That's a good fellow. [You did just say this is your turf, Gumshoe. Cabanela fully expects you to know your stuff.]

[trenchdoting]

[Now he might look just a bit more deflated and nervous.]

Um... uh... sure thing! You see, ah... investigation! It's... ongoing. And... going on. You know? [SCRATCHES AT HEAD.]

As you can see the victim... bled. And left behind a chalk outline. ...There's a gun, too! We think that's a really big movement for the case, and uh... the perp'll be in the bag in no time!

[fencefatale]

I don't mind questioning, but what exactly do you want to know? [ It's not the first time she's been questioned by the authorities, after all. Though she does feel rather uncomfortable around all of these people. ]

[inspectormacarena]

Anything. Everything. Whatever can get us out of here faster.

[He ends up tapping his right foot on the floor in a rhythmic fashion. Better to narrow the need for information down, or they'll be here all day.]

Leeet's start with your name and profession, shall we?

[fencefatale]

Sure thing. [ It'll be faster to cooperate tha to argue, though she knows that not everyone would like that... ]

I'm Yuuki Asuna, and I'm a high school student.

[amygdalae]

[...Bruce, for one, is pointedly not going to comment on this man's, er, 'style'.

Authority and him has never mixed well, though, and Bruce can't help but be a little worried when this strange man asks them to line up for questioning. Obviously, Bruce knows that whatever's going on here, he himself isn't a part of it - but still the thought of having to face people with the whole authority thing going on is not something he's entirely fond of.

Not doing however probably won't end well, and so Bruce quietly lines himself up with the others who're doing it too. He watches each person that's questioned, noting each of them and making some mental note. It's a good way to occupy himself while he stays silent, at least until the man (Cabalana?) gets to him.]

[inspectormacarena]

[To be perfectly honest, Cabanela wasn't expecting people to actually form a line, but... Hey! Apparently there's some very obedient puppies in the room along with that horse. That's good. Makes the situation easier to handle.

Good day, sir, you are next.]

Sorry to keep you waiting, baby. Like I aaalways say, a good investigator takes his time. [He throws his head back, running a hand through his hair.] So, let's have it! Name?

[amygdalae]

[Well Bruce doesn't want to make himself suspicious or anything, and following orders, for a lack of a better term, seems like the sensible thing to do. Anything to not draw attention to himself.

...he's still not going to comment on the investigator's style.]

Bruce Banner. [He had debated on giving a fake name, but he heard the conversation between this law enforcer and that Jesse person, so Bruce knows better than to try.]

[bestworstdad]

Nagi Springfield, world's greatest mage. Ask me anything.

[Not lining up but, hey. Seems like a good enough way to start, yo.]

[inspectormacarena]

[.....

He opens his mouth, closes it again, rubs a hand past his mouth, then tries once more to put his thoughts into polite wording.]

Did you just say "mage"?

[notaccurate]

[Luca is already more than a little on-edge at the presence of both police and military figures (especially since several of them seem way too goddamn eccentric to be real officers), and finding that he has been trapped here doesn't help with that much. But he will cooperate, for now. Even if Calanela is weird.]

Ah? What sort of questions did you have?

[inspectormacarena]

[Hey now, eccentric nature and weirdness don't make a guy any less of a real officer. He knows what he's doing. ...No, really. Don't mind the way he's tapping his foot to a non-existent beat.]

Let's start with the basics, shaaall we? Name and occupation?

[thefaceofjustice]

Inspector?

[Special Investigations? This bears... investigating.]

I'm Detective Bobby Fulbright, LAPD. Are you in charge of this investigation?

[inspectormacarena]

[Ah look, another LAPD detective. Good. Nice to know the local boys are on top of this. And what a nice, impeccable white suit. Totally pristine, very good.]

In chaaarge? Afraid not, baby. You could call me another one of the unfortunate victims.