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grimgrinningghosts) wrote in
foolishmortals2017-06-23 11:02 am
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First Investigation
[Nearly two weeks in the Haunted Mansion have passed. Parties were had, friends were made. In fact, maybe you've completely forgotten about the motive looming over all of you. However, as what might be dawn approaches the Mansion, you feel a strange feeling of dread as you wake up. Is it all in your head? There's only one way to find out.
Investigate?]
Investigate?]

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no.
no way.
This can't be happening.
Star kneels down next to Karolina and... tries to shake her awake. She's totally not dead. Not at all.]
Karo...lina...?
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Either way, one thing Star will notice besides after the shininess is the large amounts of blood around her body.]
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The least she can do is figure out where all the blood is coming from.]
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She doesn't really want to look closer, but is there any way to suss out what caused the wound? Size, shape, etc?]
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Somebody stabbed her!
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Anything else you wanna investigate with the kitchen?]
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Well, the kitchen must be full of stabby things. Do any of them look like a murder weapon?]
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Star very nearly nabs it bare-handed, but then she remembers those crime dramas Mr. and Mrs. Diaz like to watch. She then goes to find a dishrag or towel to scoop it up with.
And then it's -ugh- time to go back to the stab wound. Does it look like a match?]
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[She mad? She mad.]
I guess I better hang onto this...
[She rolls it up in her towel of choice. And she really wants to get outta here.]
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I don't think they were worried about being cool.
[Besides, is there even a claymore in the house?]
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[Long, exasperated sigh.]
This is all so stupid.
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[She digs your style, Star, but...]
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[Talk about the worst way to get murdered ever.]
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[Which is an understatement.]
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[this sucks, man.]
I think... I think somebody stabbed her.
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Yeesh. Why would...
[But then it hits her, and she's frowning.]
Aw, man...
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I can't. I didn't want to believe it. [uuuugggh]
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[Waaait.]
Whoever did it is still in the house.
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[She says quietly, knowingly.]
No way out, remember? We're all in this together and junk.
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We gotta find them. And then. I dunno. Put them in a cage or something.