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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.

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.

Feb-27-2007 05:34

Through bleary eyes, Special_K stumbled down the hallways of the mansion, regretting her rum binge every step of the way. The doors lining the hall swam in her vision, and she stumbled over to the first door she could actually grab the handle of.

Almost falling into the room, she looked around and noticed a bunch of stuffed animals, superman sheets on the bed, and several fast food containers.

"Ooh, looks like I've stumbled into Adam Carter's Room!"

As she laid down on the bed, the walls seeming to close in on her, she wondered if this room was where Adam had used the iocane powder to kill her friend.

Feb-28-2007 17:45

Andrea, seeking some distraction, wandered around the mansion. There was one door partially opened, and when she peeked in, she saw that was a room decoarted in dreadful orange hues. This must be the Orange Otter room, she thought. She thought she had caught the scent of Adam Carter's cologne. She also noticed some boots peeking from under the chair. Hmmm.
Was it Adam Carter that killed AraLives with the Knifeboots? Right here in this dreadful room?

Mar-1-2007 12:11

Adam decided to return to his room, and catch some sleep. Maybe this would make more sense in the morning. As he opened the door to his room, he was hit by two things: A very unique "perfume", and the gentle grunt of a sleeping "beauty." Special_K was sound asleep on his bed, snuggling up to a swordfish, of all things!

Could Special_K have killed Ara, here in his own room, with that swordfish?

Mar-1-2007 18:13

second round is over, and that killer could be lurking around any corner.

Back to the top of the order so anikka, go!

Mar-2-2007 19:23

Restless, Anikka left her room and wandered through the halls of the sprawling mansion. She blinked but showed no other expression as a bleary-eyed Special K stumbled out of a room that Anikka could have sworn belonged to Adam Carter. She shrugged - none of her business, unless Adam was mysteriously dead.

Anikka had a vague idea of which room had belonged to AraLives, and stepped into that room. It must have been Ara's; the outfit she had worn the night before her death was tossed over the back of a chair. Something under the chair gleamed as a shaft of sunlight beaming through the window hit it.

It was an icepick. Perhaps AraLives had been killed here, with that icepick. Who could possibly have done it? Could it have been Ms. Helen Corning?

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Mar-2-2007 20:39

Ok lets try it under the correct detective now :)

Mar-2-2007 20:39

Helen was starting to feel extremely tired with all this detective work. What she really wanted was to eat, take a bath and sleep, but thinking about her lack of success so far she decided that all three wouldnt be happening anytime soon.

Deciding that it was almost an entire day since she'd had a glass of wine Helen headed off to the cellar to see if there was a spare bottle or two lying around. As she made her way down the stairs she heard a soft wooshing sound behind her. Spinning around quickly she could have swore that she saw AraLives transparent body glide through a wall.

Helen hated ghosts and decided it was time to get to the bottom of this murder once and for all. She reached the cellar and was pleased to see that there were plenty of bottles of wine. 'Hmm' she thought 'Special K is partial to a glass of wine, this would be a perfect excuse for her.

As she began to choose her wine Helen muttered out loud. 'Could Special K have found a use for that safe and killed AraLives with it.'

Mar-4-2007 03:47

Suddenly an ominous silence filled the washing room as several washers and a dryer came to a halt. To satisfy her curiosity, Alistair silently went over to each machine and examined the contents. The three washers all contained various sheer fishnet stockings and lacy chemises. Hoping the dryer would yield some hard evidence to support her current theory, she pried open the round door. A corner of dark fabric could be seen; perhaps it was Adam's evening shirt? No, it was a gossamer gown, accentuated with fuschia trim along the edges. So much for that theory. But the dress sparked a new idea.

Stepping into the room next door, she noticed the walls were painted a tasteful shade of azure. The sapphire chandelier and cornflower drapes completed the aquatic feel of the Blue Ballroom. Perhaps Helen Corning had waited for Aralives to take the floor, and chosen her as the unwitting partner for an elaborate dance of death, courtesy of the Knifeboots.

The killer could definitely think on their feet, seeing as they'd managed to still elude being captured, even with 6 detectives closing in on their heels.