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Clue or as Europeans call it Cluedo
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Chelsea Bando
Chelsea Bando
Well-Connected

Feb-19-2007 19:01

Here is how the game works. Once there are seven people the game will begin. One of the seven people will be randomly chosen by a moderator as the victim. One of the six remaining people will be randomly chosen by a moderator as the murderer. A moderator can play this game but cannot be involved in the selection process or any other aspect that would create an unfair playing field.

There are six weapons. These items are a knifeboot, an icepick, a Model T automobile, a swordfish, a safe, and iocane powder.

There are six suspects. The victim never commits suicide.

There are twenty rooms. The rooms are the Red Rum Room, The Green Gangrene Room, the Blue Ball Room, the White Washing Room, the Orange Otter Room, the Game Room, the Security Room, seven different rooms for the players, the Maze Room, the Trap Room, the attic, the cellar, the observatory, and the aviary.

Each player will be sent some clues to help them get started. Do NOT share your clues with other players.

Note: The victim will have a role to play in the game, although it will be in the form of a ghost.

Once we have enough people, I will explain the rest of the game.

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biggie528
biggie528
Lucky Stiff

Feb-25-2007 16:29

ahhh got it :) thanks chelsea!

Ms Helen
Ms Helen
Con Artist

Feb-25-2007 17:08

Horrified at what she had heard and seen Helen retreats into the Security Room to gather her thoughts. Looking round she has a thought, 'Did Adam Carter use a Knifeboot in the Security Room to commit this awful crime?

Alistair Sapyent
Alistair Sapyent

Feb-25-2007 23:40

As the other detectives started to disperse, Alistair slowly made her way into the Aviary, the shock of the untimely loss of the host still fresh in her mind. The mellifluous birdsong and the lush tropical plants within the enclosure proved to be a relaxing haven for contemplation.

Suddenly, a large bird alighted on a lofty perch."Whooo! Whoo! Who?" it repeated mournfully, as if aware of the misfortune that had befallen its mistress. Rousing itself at the owl's cry, the African Grey parrot resting on a nearby branch chimed in.
"Aawwp! Where? Where? Aawwp!

"Who and where indeed," the detective thought to herself. Within the Cellar, armed with a well-honed Icepick, could Andrea X possibly be the one behind the recent murder?

Special_K
Special_K
Lucky Stiff

Feb-26-2007 05:42

Special_k walked sadly through the mansion, trying to figure just where the hell she was going. She opened the first door she came to and noticed that the room was entirely done in red, and had a well-stocked bar. "What better place to start then here, I could use a drink".

As she sat with a tumbler full of rum, she wondered if this Red Rum Room was where Ms Helen Corning had killed Ara with the tacky-looking swordfish stuffed and mounted on the wall behind her?

AndreaX
AndreaX
Thespian

Feb-26-2007 09:39

AraLives, while beautiful when alive, looked terrible sprawled there on the floor.
Andrea decided to stroll through the mansion, bored already with all the talk and gasps regarding the murder.
She came to an interesting room. It was set up with a billiard table, a poker table and various other assortments. While inspecting the billiards, she noticed an oddly-placed safe underneath. Could it be that Special_K had used that very safe in this very room to kill AraLives?

Adam Carter
Adam Carter
Big Winner

Feb-26-2007 15:25

Adam knew that the killer could still be around. While the rest of the detectives went off to search for clues, he headed straight for the observatory, on the roof of the mansion.

Standing inside, he could see the entire estate, but at the same time was convinced that he couldn't be seen. Maybe this could have been the room that the foul deed took place. Maybe Annika had decided to kill Ara with the iocane powder she had been seen with earlier that day. Maybe.

Chelsea Bando
Chelsea Bando
Well-Connected

Feb-26-2007 16:39

The first round is over, and the killer is still on the loose.

Anikka
Anikka
Babelfish

Feb-26-2007 17:53

Finally! Anikka had FINALLY found her way out of the Maze Room, and if anyone else wanted directions, they were gonna have to beg... really, as if the other detectives hadn't heard her calling for help. Or had that been the ghost of AraLives, laughing in the background?

Dejected, Anikka trudged back to her own room and glanced around. Things had been moved; the detective frowned. She had not spent very much time in her room. Could AraLives have come in here, confusing it with her own room, which had been next door?

Had Alistair Sapyent followed her in, perhaps? Maybe he had been holding that huge iron Model T, the one that Anikka had earlier seen gracing the mantel in one of the rooms downstairs. Yeah.... and maybe he had cracked her skull open with it. Hmm.

Ms Helen
Ms Helen
Con Artist

Feb-26-2007 19:07

Still snickering at the thought of Anikka stuck i the maze shouting for help, Helen walked down a long corridor looking for inspiration. Pausing every now and then to look around she suddenly sees a room that intrigues her.

Walking purposefully to the large decorative door she walks into the Orange Otter Room. 'Wow' she thinks 'this is certainly not what i expected. I wonder if AndreaX could have used iocane powder to her advantage in here'.

Alistair Sapyent
Alistair Sapyent

Feb-26-2007 20:44

Soon, the cries of the owl and the parrot had woken and panicked almost every specimen being kept within the enclosure, making it anything but an ideal place to mull over the newest findings. But as soon as she latched the screen behind herself, Alistair noticed an eerie silence hanging over the mansion. "That's strange. Over the din of those accursed birds, I could have sworn I heard someone shouting..."

Then Alistair espied a small spiral staircase that led to a closed door. Opening it, she heard the low hum and the sound of sloshing soapy water in the washers. The pleasant scent of laundered sheets and the warmth emanating from the dryer vents brought back pleasant childhood memories. A flash of insight caused her to freeze in place. Why hadn't it occurred to her sooner?

After administering a lethal dose of iocane to Aralives, Annika could have leisurely made her way to this very room, the White Washing room, and with just a measure of soap, laundered her wardrobe of any remaining powder that could be traced back to herself. Talk about making a clean getaway.

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