GAME 3 - Day 1

[protoshepherd]

[ Rise and shine, sleepy campers! You've managed to survive the night in a haunted (???) mansion where a murder just occurred. Are you sure you got some sleep? Probably not. Oh well! Who cares about sleep when



there's been another murder in the kitchen: Winston Payne. Stabbed in the gut with a kitchen knife. Ow... that must have been painful. . . If investigated, one will find that Pearl Fey's name written in the guy's blood on the nice clean kitchen tiles, with the man's right hand.

What's more, when you look up from the body, a Proto Badger will be looking straight at you. ]

Trial happen soon. Prepare.

[ And with a blink of an eye, he disappears. Though you can still see the badger in any reflective surfaces, looking at you. You're free to talk to him if you want to! ]

(( The shooped thing was just something for fun - please don't take it seriously and go all "THE NAME IS BADLY WRITTEN" etc."

For any questions, ping @sytry or @misailury in any of the crybadger plurks. ))

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[thedivineroar]

[First thing on Apollo's mind after discovering another victim, find Clay. Thankfully he wouldn't have to go too far to find him. Despite being out of his costume now, he still had bandages wrapped around his right eye.

He settled himself beside his best friend with a frown.]

It's not easy, I had a tough time the first time I had to examine a body. But then, I remember that someone's depending on me to defend them. If I let something like this bother me, how can I possibly help my client?

[geonomy]

[Oh good, Apollo found him first. Once Clay's stomach stopped churning, his first thought would've been find his best friend and make sure he was okay. And it's such a relief, hearing his voice and knowing he's fine, that for a moment the tension in his shoulders relaxes.

He listens, though. And after Apollo's finished speaking, Clay lets out a sigh and straightens up until his head is against the wall.]

No, I know. You've got a lot of people depending on you to figure things out. [He leans over to bump his shoulder against Apollo's.] You're way better at this than I am.