week 5 - wednesday & thursday

[productions]

murder manor week five



wednesday & thursday

18 players remaining.

This is a general mingle post. Please put your character's name, the time, and location in the subject heading of their comment. Players may also thread in logs, either posted to murdermanor or in a private locked journal post filtered to include productions.

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[humanic]

[Wednesday; Foyer; 9 PM]

[Stiles has been getting increasingly twitchier and twitchier as the day passes without any tolling of the clock, jerking around at the slightest sound and hands tapping out a constant jitter against his legs wherever he goes. Eventually he winds up pacing in foyer and glancing up at the grandfather clock. Every so often, his gaze darts to the compact with the video for this week's incentive and he takes a step towards it, only to shake his head and resume pacing again.]

[Thursday; kitchen; 7 AM]

[He's up earlier than usual - judging by the dark circles under his eyes, he got even less sleep than usual. Might as well make himself a cup of coffee while he's awake.]

[productions]

[He can do that, but he may notice some kind of footprints on the ground.]

[humanic]

[Yeah, that's not suspicious after such a delightful murder-free Wednesday. He examines the footprints, trying to determine what made them and where they lead.]

[productions]

[It's actually just one or two, and it's actually hard to determine whether it was even made by a foot. It's just a slightly bloody smudge, like something dripped and was smeared, repeated about three times.]

[humanic]

[Oh great. Maybe...someone cut themselves while they were chopping up something...?

Yeah, no. Time to man up and see where the smears lead him towards.]

[productions]

[They don't lead toward anywhere in particular, just heading into the kitchen.]

[humanic]

[Goddammit, all he wanted was some coffee.

Okay, taking a deep breath and into the kitchen he goes then. He might be holding a hand up to his eyes and wincing through them in case there's something super gross in there.]

[productions]

[No, it's fine.

The kitchen is clean and in good shape. The coffee is set out ready to make. A kettle is on the stove, though it is not turned on. There is a little smudge on the dishtowels where someone cleaned up a spill.

Also, the floor is absolutely covered in blood, and there seems to be a partial torso lying in the middle of it.]

[humanic]

[Oh okay cool then in that case he'll just casually start screaming like a little girl and scramble back from the door so hard that he trips over his own two feet and falls on his ass.]

Oh Jesus oh god oh fuck what the fuck is that?!

[productions]

[It's what I just described.]

hope you dont mind extra company

[allice]

Stiles?

[Alice happens to be going to the kitchen around the same time and is greeted with the sight of Stiles on the floor, in what looks like panic. Oh boy.]

Stiles, what happened?!

yes good

[humanic]

Th-the kitchen...oh god....

[Leaning forward and taking deep breaths before unsteadily pushing himself off the ground.] It looks like the fucking Texas Chainsaw Massacre in there is what happened. Fucking hell, I've seen some pretty disturbing corpses before, but never anything like this.

1/2

[allice]

...What?

["Texas Chainsaw Massacre" sounds like an old movie title to her, but it isn't comforting at all. She cautiously steps closer to the kitchen door, reopens it and takes a glance into the room.]

[allice]

WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL IS THIS!

[Yeah if you thought could let out an angry scream, those were nothing compared to this. She immediately shuts the door again with a slam and tries to catch her breath, though her anger sure hasn't gone down.]

Oh my god, this is sick! What fucking psychopath would cut up a body like this?!

[humanic]

[Okay, Alice screaming makes him feel a little better about his own performance, even if hers was out of rage and his was more out of pants-shitting panic.]

You're telling me. I don't even want to know what kind of sick mind here thinks this shit would be anywhere near okay.

[He shakes his head, then inhales raggedly.] We should...go in. See if we can find out who that is or any clues the killer might have left behind. [Judging by his face, this is not exactly something he's looking forward to.]

[allice]

Ngh...yeah, you're right, we have to investigate this. [Yeah she's looking forward to it just about as much as he is.] Ok, I'll count to 3 and open.

1...2...3--!!

[And she opens the door as quickly as she slammed it and steps inside cautiously, doing her best not to step into the blood puddle around the...torso...god.]

[humanic]

[Deep breaths deep breaths wait no shit terrible idea it smells like death in here okay opening his eyes now to stare down at the torso.

Anything they can determine from it at all? Gender or whatnot?]

[productions]

[It's a woman's torso, and still wearing the bloody remains of some kind of dark clothes, but her chest has been opened and some of her organs torn out.]

[allice]

[Oh, well, golly gee, that's just awesome.]

Oh fucking hell, this asshole better hope we vote them out or they might just meet an even worse fate than execution.

[Seriously, the other murders were at least quick jobs. This has to be a good day's worth of sawing up a corpse.

She swallows and steps into to the blood pool, breathing shallowly and trying not to focus on the gutted torso and look closer at the areas where the corpse was cut up at. Maybe an indication of what tool was use can be seen by how clean the cut is.]

[productions]

[It's not difficult to tell - several kitchens knives are lying next to the body. The blades on most seem damaged.]

foyer

[throe]

[ Rapture is absolutely bored out of her mind. Isn't there supposed to be a "murder" today? She's just wandering the place, looking for something to do without having to deal with other people being antsy or wrrisome. It's almost like it's not even worth it trying to toy with them if all they're going to do is constantly be serious.

For a game, nobody seems to want to have fun here. With a loud, frustrated sigh, she walks down the stairs and sees Stiles pacing around. ]

I'm practically going mad from boredom! [ Her heels clack loudly on the floor when she reaches the final step and sits down on it. Her posture doesn't match with the modest pair of slacks she is wearing, but she doesn't seem to care much. ] From the looks of it, you are too.

[humanic]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

Boredom's not exactly what I'd call it, but sure.

[throe]

Does it really matter what it's called? You can't even breathe without getting chewed out for not taking a game seriously.

[ Desperation is not her forté unless she's using it to her advantage, which is easier said than done in a murder mansion. She carelessly shrugs. ]

I'm not worried. Riot will handle everything.

[humanic]

[He opens his mouth to make a sarcastic retort about taking death seriously, then pauses.]

Riot...is that the person you saw in the video?

[throe]

Huh? Oh that thing. It definitely looks like him, but it has to be something else. Like one of those creepy fans who tries to be a lookalike, you know?

The real Riot wouldn't allow himself to look so desperate.