Haunted Halloween III: Who Killed Bishop Crane? - Event over! Game is still on! Check first post for details!
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Being that it's Halloween, we were planning to dress up in spooky garb, fight some pirates and roam the island with the other folks. But this pesky murder business has changed all that. Rather than let our costumes go to waste, we're going to raffle off the pieces to those folks who are able to find evidence to help with the murder investigation.
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http://www.menewsha.com/img/43187/c7...2ca7e5b89b.png http://www.menewsha.com/img/69620/26...242bd28a33.pnghttp://i.imgur.com/Cn3gqdy.pnghttp://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t...ps71797b2d.png Belly: Please have a seat, sir. We’ll try not to take too much of your time. Howdy: Your name please. Brad: Bradley Alexander Crane. I was named after my maternal grandfather, Bradley Hurston. You may recognize the name. He founded the very lucrative Hurston Foods. Howdy: [unimpressed] Of course. Your age, Mr. Crane? Brad: Twenty-four. Belly: How are you related to the victim? Brad: He’s my father. [quickly changing the subject] Say, how likely is that I’ll be able to get out of here tonight? Some friends and I are supposed to be leaving for Antigua early in the morning. My good chum Burke Hostetter and I were up all night at the Montrose in Brookville. The Montrose is very exclusive, but Burke and I never have any trouble getting in. His family owns Hostetter Airlines. Anyway, we were there till six and then went to the Paladine for breakfast where we ran into Robert Carmichael. His family owns the Hermes Shoe Company. They recently dedicated the library at Buckley to his grandmother, after she donated a small fortune to them. Anyway, Robert wanted to show us his new custom Maserati, so we went back to his house where we spent much of the day driving it around his private racetrack. So I haven’t been home to pack? Belly: [briefly giving Howdy a disbelieving look, as if to say ‘Can you believe this bitch?’] We… don’t really have a time frame, but we’ll try not to keep you here any longer than you need to be. Brad: [smiling] Good. Howdy: What do you do for a living, Mr. Crane? Brad: [momentarily befuddled by the question] Well, I… I don’t… That is to say… I’m.. Well, I’m rich. I mean, some day I shall inherit Crane Games. Some day very soon, now that I think of it. Belly: So you’ve been trained in the business? Brad: [stammering] Well, I… I haven’t been trained, per se. But how difficult could it be? The Crane men have successfully run the company for generations without issue. Belly: Can’t argue that logic. -- Tell us a little about your childhood. Brad: [brightening] It was wonderful! Summers in the Hamptons with mother. Winters in Aspen. I had scads of toys, my playroom was burst to overflowing. Thankfully we were able to convert the nanny’s quarters into another playroom. Howdy: And what happened to the nanny? Brad: [nonchalantly] We put her in the attic. She was fine. [enthusiastic again] Oh, and I had the most expensive two-story, luxury tree house. It was fantastic. And I attended the very prestigious Beaumont Academy, where three times I was chosen to lead the Governor’s Procession. An honor only previously held by William Rothschild, of the famed Banton Hill Rothschilds. Then there was… Belly: [cutting him off] Are you an only child, Mr. Crane? Brad: Yes, I am. Having already the perfect son, I assume my parents felt no need to have any more children. Howdy: [under his breath] More like cutting their losses. [normally] What was your relationship with your father like? Brad: Well as a boy it was typical of any father/son relationship. [without irony] He worked and I saw him perhaps twice or three times a week, at which time he’d give me a present or maybe a little spending money. What we had was great. But as I got older, he only seemed to get more unreasonable. Howdy: How so? Brad: Father was always harping on the subjects of responsibility and planning for the future. It was all so tiresome. Youth is fleeting and I’m a handsome young man. Seize the day, live life to the fullest, and so on. Besides there was no need to worry, my future is comfortably set. But father would hear none of it. He was completely unfair! For example, the summer before last my friends and I had spent two weeks vacationing in the south of France and they were all staying a few extra days for Les Voiles de Saint-Tropez. Well father flat out refused to give me the money to stay on. I was so humiliated. Belly: [sarcastically] You poor thing. Brad: [oblivious] And that was only one of the many instances of how arbitrarily unfair father could be. But it all culminated into the unthinkable when four months ago he cut off my allowance! It’s like there’s no justice in the world! Howdy: You musta been plenty mad at your dad. Brad: And deservedly so, I think. I had been hoping he would come to his senses. Thankfully, I haven’t been left completely destitute. Mother has seen fit to throw me a little money now and then. Howdy: How do you get on with your mom? Brad: Fantastically. Father would say that I was flighty. But mother understands me. She knows how much depth I really have. Belly: What did you think of your parents’ divorce? Brad: [shrugging] It happens. Howdy: And what’s your opinion of your father’s new girlfriend, Lucy St. Clair? Brad: [grinning] She is a… tasty little thing. [pauses, then notices he’s being stared at] But completely without pedigree. Belly: Returning to the subject of money; after your father cut you off, did you ever think he would change his mind? Brad: I’m sure it would have only been a matter of time. [looking away as he speaks] I… I wasn’t too worried about it. Belly: Tell us about your uncle, Balthazar Crane. Brad: [his eyes widen, then he nervously laughs] What… What’s there to say? I only first met the man tonight. He’s a bit uncouth, I suppose. C--Considering where he comes from. – Listen, is this going to be much longer? Howdy: Just a few more questions, Mr. Crane. Your father gathered everyone here tonight for an important announcement. Do you know what it could have been? Brad: He didn’t say. I was disappointed though to learn this would be a small gathering. Why own a fabulous yacht such as this, one not unlike those owned by the crowned heads of Monaco, if you’re not going to throw a party? I would’ve liked to have invited Lindsey Parkman. Her family own Parkman Pharmaceuticals. She and I… Belly: [abruptly] Can you tell us your whereabouts since boarding the ship? Brad: I was in the lounge, speaking on the phone to Douglas Winthrop. His family… Belly: [clenching her fist] Were you alone in the lounge? Brad: I do believe so, yes. Howdy: One last query, Mr. Crane. Who do you believe may have murdered your father? Brad: The most likely suspect, in my opinion, is that woman, Samantha Talbot. Howdy: Why do you say that? Brad: Father always complained she was trying to wrestle control of the company from him. It really is distasteful when a person doesn’t know their place. He was attempting to get the board to dismiss her, but they did nothing but drag their feet. I know when I become head of the company, I won’t allow such things. When that happens I'll finally no longer have to tolerate the slanderous opinions of others. I will be a man of power, who will do as he pleases. Spend as much time in Saint-Tropez as I like. Belly: [taking a deep sigh] I think that’s all, Mr. Crane. You can return to the dining room. Brad: [He stands to exit, but then turns with a sincere face] I very much hope you can catch my father’s killer, detectives. … It really would be a shame to miss Antigua. [leaves] Belly: Y'know, I think after this case we should go find Captain jelly. You know jelly, her family owns a pub. Get us a stiff drink and a sandwich. Howdy: A fancy sandwich? Maybe with gruyere? Belly: Hell yeah. 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http://www.menewsha.com/img/43187/37...ea25b7dc88.png Investigation Location: Samantha's Cabin Thumb through the books. +800g! [gold] The books on the shelf cover a wide range of genres and variations. Aside from the standard, gilded encyclopedia, titles range from Shakespeare's Othello, to Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird, to a dog-eared copy of 50 Shades of Grey with the inscription 'Property of HIM_ROCK' written on the inside. But reaching the end of the shelf, you find something strange about Agatha Christie's The Murder of Roger Ackroyd. There's an unusual jangle coming from the book. Opening the front cover, you find that it's hollow... and contains a generous pile of gold. Hot dog! You should read more often. Scrutinize the lamps. +600g! [gold] The first thing you notice when you step into the room is how dang bright it is in here. Recessed lighting in the ceiling, overhead lights by the shelves, wall lamps, table lamps, and a desk lamp?! It's absurd and greatly offends your inner conservationist, so you take it upon yourself to go around and unscrew lightbulbs just enough to turn off those lamps that you find excessive. Your little protest probably just saved the Crane estate 600g, which you're perfectly comfortable billing them for. Inspect the sitting area. http://www.menewsha.com/img/43187/9f...21fd65b151.png EVIDENCE (+1 Raffle Ticket) The sitting area looks fairly un-sat, except for one thing. There's a book left out, laid open, face down on the armrest of one of the chairs. You flip it over and read an excerpt: "Her ivory skin still glistened with bath water and her bosom heaved with anticipation as David stepped toward her, dropping his towel to the floor." Whoa!! This is one of those smutty romance novels like they sell at the grocery store -- perhaps Samantha isn't such an ice queen after all? Crawl under the desk. http://images.menewsha.com/items/thu...6bf4a5767a.gif ink Blott You pride yourself on being a top notch detective. Well, crawling under the cabin desk, you're right now a top notch detective with their posterior wagging in the air. Carrying your old timey magnifying glass, you visually sweep the ground for clues. Too bad you didn't see the black puddle you just put your hand into. What is this stuff? On closer inspection, you find that it's ink. And it's everywhere down here. Seems that Mrs. Talbot accidentally knocked over her ink well. Say, be good citizen and clean it up. Examine the art. http://www.menewsha.com/images/items...9dde05ec77.gif Belle Poule Hat You focus your attention on the various art pieces displayed around the room. There's a very definite nautical theme going on here, which is not exactly out of place on a yacht. One painting shows a large ship on a stormy sea, another a smaller fishing vessel. There's what looks like an old sextant in a display case on one of the shelves. Not far from that you spot something that strikes an arrow of nostalgic longing into your heart: a little model ship. You've always wanted a little model ship. Why couldn't you ever have one? You should get one. Why not this one? I'm sure nobody will miss it. Not if you hurry. Rifle through the desk drawers. http://www.menewsha.com/img/43187/b2...7cd3aa7eb2.png EVIDENCE (+1 Raffle Ticket) You wonder what secrets lie behind Samantha Talbot's cold exterior. Could she be a spy? Or a secret agent working for Scotland Yard? Opening the desk drawers, you prepare yourself for a world of espionage and intrigue... But instead find nothin' but a buncha paperwork. Ah well. But then something small catches your eye. A matchbook from the Drunken Bass bar and grill. "The Best Seafood in Texas!", it reads. Is Texas even known for its seafood? Lifting the book cover, half the matches have been used. Hmm, you can't recall if Mrs. Talbot smoked or not. Where is everyone investigating? |
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http://www.menewsha.com/img/43187/cc...58e282e78f.png http://www.menewsha.com/img/69620/26...242bd28a33.png http://i.imgur.com/MLcDktg.png http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t...ps71797b2d.png Interrogation of Ulrich Jacobs.http://www.menewsha.com/img/43187/72...8ac176d9ec.png Investigation Location: Upper Deck Search the Tables. http://www.menewsha.com/images/items...f1f6dbd210.gif Lipstick - Candy The tables are nearly immaculate. From the looks of things, two people were intending to enjoy a drink here, but the glasses are still mostly full. What catches your eye are the distinct lipstick markings on the rim of one of the glasses. After holding that glass up to the light for a moment, you instinctively smell the liquid. The bubbles tickle your nose and the scent is so familiar. Is that.. Mountain Dew? Anyway, you figure the lipstick part might be important so you hang onto it just in case. Peek inside the lifeboat. http://www.menewsha.com/images/items...b82ecc5919.gif Yellow Rain Hat As you head over to the lifeboat, you imagine the sorts of scenarios that would cause someone on a fancy yacht to want to abandon ship. Mechanical failings, paranormal events, a giant octopus snapping the ship in two.. Of all the things one might need in those situations, what you find in the lifeboat seems like the least important item on the planet. But, who are we to question the priorities of the rich? Pat down the cushions. http://www.menewsha.com/img/43187/a6...d690dbd5c2.png EVIDENCE (+1 Raffle Ticket) Patting down the cushions seems like busywork, but you realize the importance of being thorough. Just as you're finishing up you see something dark along the inside of the sofa between the frame and the seat cushion. It's a notebook with the initials "UJ" embossed on the cover. Opening it up, you see it belongs to one of the suspects: Ulrich Jacobs. Seems our boy Ulrich is developing a game he's calling "Clupea," that involves putting together clues to solve a murder. He must have brought this along to work on his concept during the trip.. or, was this more of an itinerary? Dig through the planter. 200g! [gold] Moving the greenery in the planter aside reveals nothing. As you rake your fingers through the soil, feeling the dirt jamming up under your nails, you wonder why you're doing this. And then finally, your fingers hit something solid. You brush it off and recognize it as a rare commemorative coin worth 200 gold! Check the railings. http://www.menewsha.com/img/43187/75...43f8a76f5e.png EVIDENCE (+1 Raffle Ticket) Okay, let's the check the railing! Nothing can be more exciting than checking the railing! You dust for prints, look for any abnormalities, but it turns out to be a regular old railing. And the excitement soon runs out. But wait... leaning over the railing you catch a glimpse at the yacht's name. Psycho Nancy? That's a curious name for a boat. Exactly who was Nancy, and just how psycho was she? Reach inside the hot tub. 400g! [gold] Truth in advertising can be a good or bad thing. The hot tub promised to be hot, and boy did it deliver. Reaching your hand into the steaming water, you quickly pull it back with a yelp. All the other detectives look at you and snicker. Well, you'll show them! Determined, you plunge your arm into the water, grit your teeth, and feel around. The only thing your fingers find is the bottom of the hot tub, until you come across a small grouping of metal objects. Pulling them out, you're delighted to see it's gold. 400g, to be exact. [:D] ... Red hot gold! Yeouch! [gonk] Where is everyone investigating? |
http://www.menewsha.com/img/43187/1c...23e3a74a1a.png http://www.menewsha.com/img/69620/26...242bd28a33.pnghttp://i.imgur.com/CAJSvSU.pnghttp://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t...ps71797b2d.png Interrogation of Loretta Cranehttp://www.menewsha.com/img/43187/b6...01a95b0ed4.png Investigation Location: Bar Empty the ashtrays. +500g! http://www.menewsha.com/images/forum/smilies/coin.gif Emptying the ashtrays proves to be just as disgusting as one might imagine. They've not been dumped in a while and wrinkled-up butts, ash, and the odd gum wrapper here and there threaten to spill out onto the floor as you make your way over to the trash. On your last tray you find that someone has tucked some money underneath, like you might do with a cash tip at a restaurant. [:o] Do people tip ashtray-dumpers on yachts? Hm. Reach under the armchairs. http://www.menewsha.com/img/43187/10...e432cc80ba.png EVIDENCE [+1 Raffle Ticket] You'd imagine that a classy joint like this would be kept neat and tidy, so you don't really expect much to come from looking under the armchairs. And sure enough your search seem futile, until you reach the last chair. You feel around and pull out a small bit of paper. It's a recipe card. Written at the top in big letters is 'Aunt Celerina's Miracle Fish Soup'. Now you don’t know much about cooking, but it does seem a bit unusual. It reads: 5 qt. of liquid from the waters of Arno 1 cabbage, shredded 2 carrots, chopped 2 celery stalks, chopped 1 fish, such as bass 3 hot dogs, diced 1 rooster, sectioned salt and pepper to taste On high heat bring water to a rapid boil; add cabbage, carrots and celery. Sever head from fish and toss into water. Allow fish head to flavor water for 6-8 minutes, then remove. Place body of fish into soup, along with hot dog and rooster pieces. Turn heat down to medium-low and let simmer, uncovered, for 40 minutes. Serves 7. Carefully search the glasses. http://www.menewsha.com/images/items...e5764b0599.gif Slick Shades - Steel Glasses. Right. You mosey over to the rack of cocktail glasses behind the bar and inspect them for any abnormalities. You don't notice anything amiss - they're a bit dusty, but nothing seems out of place or suspicious looking. Turning around, you see a different sort of glasses sitting on a little tray behind the bar: a pair of tacky shades. Those must've been left behind by a patron or guest at some point? You don't figure they're coming back for them any time soon. Open the bar fridge. http://images.menewsha.com/items/thu...f9fb667dad.gif Bubbly Celebration Clues can be anywhere, and so can sandwiches. Which is why you volunteered to check the bar fridge, seeing as you haven't had anything to nosh since breakfast. And if not a sandwich, maybe some other tasty morsel. But the only contents of the fridge is a chilled bottle of champagne. Maybe it was to celebrate whatever was going on tonight. If that's the case, they certainly won't be needing it anymore. Examine the liquor bottles. +300! [gold] Looking over the vast collection of wine bottles makes you feel like a kid in a candy store. Or maybe a kid in a wine shop. A kid with a drinking problem. Regardless, it's an impressive assortment. Reds and whites. Cabernets and Bordeauxs. Makes you wish you were cuddled up by the fire with a nice glass, listening to some smooth fusion jazz. But don't get too friendly, these are some expensive looking wines. Not one has a twist-off cap. Too bad. But there is one open bottle. Peering inside, it's empty except for a small gathering of gold at the bottom. How did that get in there? Well if you can get it out, it's yours. Do a sweep of the bar top. http://www.menewsha.com/img/43187/ab...b532042077.png EVIDENCE [+1 Raffle Ticket] You'd assume the bar top would be a gold mine of fingerprints, but you've gone over it twice and it's spotless. A few martini glasses, a couple bottles of expensive looking hooch. Not much out of the ordinary. But at the far end of the bar sits something unusual. An autographed photo of actor Mark Hamil. It reads: "To my biggest fan! - Mark Hamil - 15th of November, 19XX". The last two digits in the year have been smudged and are unreadable. -- Who was his biggest fan? Could it have been Mr. Crane? Where is everyone investigating? |
http://www.menewsha.com/img/43187/b1...aed0d280da.png http://www.menewsha.com/img/69620/26...242bd28a33.pnghttp://i.imgur.com/53tlwoD.pnghttp://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t...ps71797b2d.png Interrogation of Balthazar Cranehttp://www.menewsha.com/img/43187/79...bdba5a8219.png Investigation Location: Game Room Examine the card table. http://i.imgur.com/wEoprBu.jpg EVIDENCE [+1 Raffle Ticket] When you think "game room, card table" you think "hidden compartments." Well, you thunk right! Sure enough, on what appears to be the "dealer's side" of this octagonal table there's a small slide-out drawer. It proves a bit hard to open because someone has stuffed it full of something white and awkward. You manage to wrestle the item out, and unroll what looks like a white, nylon golf flag with an unfamiliar symbol written on it. It obviously wasn't supposed to go in there.. was it? Poke through the cabinets. 600g! [gold] Opening the cabinets reveals a sizable collection of board games. The noteworthy thing about this is that they're all Crane Games brand. 'Frisk the Farmer', 'Autopsy', 'Donut Democracy', 'Pigs and Princesses', 'Foreclosure', 'Blabble', and everyone's childhood favorite, 'Mexican Standoff', just to name a few. You're not too keen on searching through every game for clues, but it's your job, detective. Opening the 'Crane-opoly' box, you're surprised to see that the paper money has been replaced with real money. The rich are a funny lot. You pocket a handful of gold and tuck the game back into the cabinet. [ninja] Ponder the playing cards. http://www.menewsha.com/img/43187/0b...96c824e53d.png EVIDENCE [+1 Raffle Ticket] The top of the poker table looks pretty clean. You search the felt for hairs or fabric fibers, but come up with nothing. You wonder who was playing here, as it appears the table was abandoned mid-game. Looking over the cards, your interest is piqued. All the hands are turned face down, except for one. Aside from the 9 heart kicker, it's made up of two pair: An 8 of clubs, 8 of spades, ace of clubs and ace of spades. If you remember correctly, in poker this is called the Dead Man's Hand. Considering the situation, it's grimly appropriate. Explore under the rug. 400g! [gold] Something tells you that the big beige rug underneath the card table is covering more than just the floor. You circle the perimeter, prying up the edge just so until you spot it: there's a small trap-door beneath the dealer's chair! Hooking your finger into the door pull, you open the compartment to reveal a small wooden box filled with poker chips and small bills. You've no use for the poker chips, but you could definitely find a use for the cash! Check out the chairs. http://www.menewsha.com/images/items...509cd519b4.gif Rub-a-dub-dub It's not that you have a strange obsession with furniture, there just isn't much to look at in this room. At least that's what you tell yourself as you stroll over to those lush green chairs that surround the card table. Stroking the velvety upholstery, you can't help but wonder how they'd look with that neat striped wallpaper you saw at the mall last week.. Ooh, would you use the pink, or the black and red? *daydream* OH!! Ahem. No clues here, no ma'am! (( Note: There will be slight delay in handing these out, but we'll get 'em to you ASAP! )) Scope out the fish tank. http://www.menewsha.com/images/items...ffb1d09d97.gifhttp://www.menewsha.com/images/items...d512008863.gifhttp://www.menewsha.com/images/items...b666ca4d27.gifhttp://www.menewsha.com/images/items...0d18198bcd.gif Red, Golden, Snowy & Purple Festive Fish Your motto is 'To Protect and Serve', not 'To Clean Fish Tanks'. But your bosses want no stone left unturned, even if that stone is underwater. You scoop out the fish, drain the tank, and sift through a mess of plants and gravel. All for nothing, as it turns out. Exhausted, you really dread putting this all back together. But looking the fish over, they are cute little guys. You just might take them home. Where is everyone investigating? |
http://www.menewsha.com/img/43187/14...444fff74de.png http://www.menewsha.com/img/69620/26...242bd28a33.pnghttp://i.imgur.com/8hHKOwb.pnghttp://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t...ps71797b2d.png Interrogation of Nathan Matsuyamahttp://www.menewsha.com/img/43187/8a...821aecb33b.png Investigation Location: Pool Peek into the urn. http://www.menewsha.com/images/items...fa9ad55932.gif http://www.menewsha.com/images/items...576ee05feb.gif Sheik Blue Swimsuit & Reef Swimshorts - Red You feel a slight bit of trepidation that you are about to commit a social faux pas, but that urn is just begging for you to peek inside it. Rather than the final resting place for the remains of an old relative, though, you find that it's been acting as a receptacle for.. used swimwear? Yuck! Check the poolside tables. 500g![gold] The various poolside tables set around the room are adorned with decorative items: a nice candle-holder here, a small potted orchid there. Several of them contain little ornamental trays in which poolgoers can deposit any items they don't wish to get wet while swimming. You're not finding any personal items or things that would seem to pertain to the murder, but after a full sweep of the room you do manage to collect a fair bit of pocket change. Inspect the lounge chairs. http://images.menewsha.com/items/thu...674812d68b.gif Life's a Beach You're here to do a job, and you're going to inspect the hell out of these lounge chairs. You remove the cushions, pat them down. Go over the wood and steel frame with a fine tooth comb. And in the course of your inspecting, you realize that these things are pretty well made. They'd be perfect for the tropical vacation you're planning next week. You've already bought the umbrella and towels. Hmm, you wonder if there's a way to get one of these chairs off the ship. (( Note: These will be sent out shortly.. ish. Shortlyish. Yeah. )) Gaze at the stars. http://www.menewsha.com/img/69620/5f...5235157659.jpg EVIDENCE (+1 Raffle Ticket) As you examine the stars painted on the ceiling over the pool, you're lost for a moment in the soothing effect it has on your being. But then you notice a faint tracing between some of them. It's quite distracting, once you've seen it. It looks like someone has attempted to form a constellation of some sort by connecting the dots. I wonder what it means? Dive into the pool. http://www.menewsha.com/img/43187/e3...d963cdd5f1.png EVIDENCE [+1 Raffle Ticket] A good detective knows no boundaries. A good detective will go to any length to seek out the truth. This is what you tell yourself as you step down into the freezing water of the swimming pool. What gives? Shouldn't this thing be heated at least a little? Securing your goggles, you bite the bullet and dive in. The pool is thankfully well lit and you do a visual sweep of the bottom. Nothings stands out as abnormal, but then something small and spherical catches your eyes. Reaching down you grasp the object, then bring it back up to the surface. It's a marble. A yellow, cat's eye marble. As there are no children on the ship, you wonder how that could have gotten there. Visit the fountain. 700g! [gold] From a distance, it's not so clear what the shrine-like feature in the room is. But taking a closer look, it reveals itself as a fountain. Not much to investigate, except for the large receptacle the water pours into. Peering inside, it's eerily dark and you reach your hand in with some hesitation. The water is bitingly cold and the basin is much deeper than it appears. But finally your hand grabs onto something. It's gold, and a sizable amount. That's a nice surprise. This must be a wishing fountain. -- You wonder what an old guy like Mr. Crane would wish for. Probably to be alive. ... Ohhhhh. Too soon? Where is everyone investigating? |
http://www.menewsha.com/img/43187/a4...0adbcadc8f.png http://www.menewsha.com/img/69620/26...242bd28a33.pnghttp://i.imgur.com/DydZI0e.pnghttp://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t...ps71797b2d.png Interrogation of Samantha Talbothttp://www.menewsha.com/img/43187/37...ea25b7dc88.png Investigation Location: Samantha's Cabin Thumb through the books. +800g! [gold] The books on the shelf cover a wide range of genres and variations. Aside from the standard, gilded encyclopedia, titles range from Shakespeare's Othello, to Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird, to a dog-eared copy of 50 Shades of Grey with the inscription 'Property of HIM_ROCK' written on the inside. But reaching the end of the shelf, you find something strange about Agatha Christie's The Murder of Roger Ackroyd. There's an unusual jangle coming from the book. Opening the front cover, you find that it's hollow... and contains a generous pile of gold. Hot dog! You should read more often. Scrutinize the lamps. +600g! [gold] The first thing you notice when you step into the room is how dang bright it is in here. Recessed lighting in the ceiling, overhead lights by the shelves, wall lamps, table lamps, and a desk lamp?! It's absurd and greatly offends your inner conservationist, so you take it upon yourself to go around and unscrew lightbulbs just enough to turn off those lamps that you find excessive. Your little protest probably just saved the Crane estate 600g, which you're perfectly comfortable billing them for. Inspect the sitting area. http://www.menewsha.com/img/43187/9f...21fd65b151.png EVIDENCE (+1 Raffle Ticket) The sitting area looks fairly un-sat, except for one thing. There's a book left out, laid open, face down on the armrest of one of the chairs. You flip it over and read an excerpt: "Her ivory skin still glistened with bath water and her bosom heaved with anticipation as David stepped toward her, dropping his towel to the floor." Whoa!! This is one of those smutty romance novels like they sell at the grocery store -- perhaps Samantha isn't such an ice queen after all? Crawl under the desk. http://images.menewsha.com/items/thu...6bf4a5767a.gif ink Blott You pride yourself on being a top notch detective. Well, crawling under the cabin desk, you're right now a top notch detective with their posterior wagging in the air. Carrying your old timey magnifying glass, you visually sweep the ground for clues. Too bad you didn't see the black puddle you just put your hand into. What is this stuff? On closer inspection, you find that it's ink. And it's everywhere down here. Seems that Mrs. Talbot accidentally knocked over her ink well. Say, be good citizen and clean it up. Examine the art. http://www.menewsha.com/images/items...9dde05ec77.gif Belle Poule Hat You focus your attention on the various art pieces displayed around the room. There's a very definite nautical theme going on here, which is not exactly out of place on a yacht. One painting shows a large ship on a stormy sea, another a smaller fishing vessel. There's what looks like an old sextant in a display case on one of the shelves. Not far from that you spot something that strikes an arrow of nostalgic longing into your heart: a little model ship. You've always wanted a little model ship. Why couldn't you ever have one? You should get one. Why not this one? I'm sure nobody will miss it. Not if you hurry. Rifle through the desk drawers. http://www.menewsha.com/img/43187/b2...7cd3aa7eb2.png EVIDENCE (+1 Raffle Ticket) You wonder what secrets lie behind Samantha Talbot's cold exterior. Could she be a spy? Or a secret agent working for Scotland Yard? Opening the desk drawers, you prepare yourself for a world of espionage and intrigue... But instead find nothin' but a buncha paperwork. Ah well. But then something small catches your eye. A matchbook from the Drunken Bass bar and grill. "The Best Seafood in Texas!", it reads. Is Texas even known for its seafood? Lifting the book cover, half the matches have been used. Hmm, you can't recall if Mrs. Talbot smoked or not. Where is everyone investigating? |
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We're in the Lucy's Cabin today.
I want to: look behind the pillows Woot Woot! [boogie] I always love to play your games |
We're in the Lucy's Cabin today.
I want to: Check the Paintings |
We're in the Lucy's Cabin today.
I want to: Look under the bed |
We're in the Lucy's Cabin today.
I want to: [ examine the vanity ] |
We're in the Lucy's Cabin today.
I want to: Poke around the wardrobe Yay we're solving a murder~ Is this going to be like Clue? |
We're in the Lucy's Cabin today.
I want to: Examine the vanity |
We're in the Lucy's Cabin today.
I want to: Rummage through the nightstand! *pulls on rubber gloves first* In case there's something in there I wouldn't want to touch! |
We're in the Lucy's Cabin today.
I want to: rummage through the nightstand |
We're in the Lucy's Cabin today.
I want to: Check the Paintings |
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