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]

[ 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?

[inspectormacarena]

A game, or so we are led to believe. Implausible, though not impossible. Some people have straaange hobbies. [He pauses for a moment, running a hand through his hair to brush it backwards.]

That said, I'm inclined to believe there's more to it, baby. Not eeeverything can be taken at face value.

[notjustanytoon]

I am aware of some very sick individuals in that area. Ones that fall under my jurisdiction. [ No, Doom. This is not the work of Yosemite Sam. ] It might be of best interest to find a culprit if we are to deny participation in this charade.

Do you truly believe that this is anything more than the work of some deranged individual?

[inspectormacarena]

Look around you, Mr. Judge. What do you seee? [He waves a hand at their quaint little fellowship.]

I'll tell you what I see. I see the head of Special Investigations, a judge, several detectives of assorted law enforcement communities and other possibly influential figures. [Going by their outfits, anyway. Especially that Hans guy.] As you said, this lies far outside our scope. An ordeal of extraooordinary proportions, baby. Can't say I like it one bit.

[notjustanytoon]

[ Both hands grasp the top of his cane. Hm. This was intriguing. ]

That does not explain some of the other individuals here. While quite a number of us are men of position, some would fall more under the classification of riffraff.

[inspectormacarena]

Riffraff or important individuals posing as riffraff. It's hard to say for certain, wouldn't you agreee? It may not even matter at all.

[That's the trick of investigations like this one; discerning vital clues from red herrings.]

[notjustanytoon]

The possibility exists that these individuals are important to their own agendas. But at the moment there is no discernible pattern for our being horded together into one place.

[inspectormacarena]

Quite right. Nothing else for it but to do a bit more investigating. The truth is a prize waiting to be won, baby.

[notjustanytoon]

One I look forward to gaining.

[inspectormacarena]

As do we all, Mr. Judge. I trust you will step forward the very moooment you uncover more information?

[notjustanytoon]

I am a judge, Mr. Cabanela, not a detective. I can guarentee that I shall provide a thorough investigation, but I cannot promise the best results.

[inspectormacarena]

Now now, anyone can find leads, so long as they know where to look. Please try not to sell yourself short, maaan.

[notjustanytoon]

I do not sell myself short.

[inspectormacarena]

[He'd argue that that's exactly what the honorable judge just did, but he doesn't want to turn this into a huge discussion. It's not the sort of thing they should be focusing on right now.]

Hah, well then. Good luck to you, Mr. Juuudge. [Have a respectful, flourishing bow.]