Everyone is shaken by the events of last night/early morning. Many didn't sleep that night pondering how to feel about the smashing and accusation. Later in the morning, after dawn, the guests were free to wander the hotel once more. The crime scene was cleaned up and the newest clue added to the others. Will you...
Entering the room she finds it eerily still and lit by a single lamp, a small figure is sitting in a cushy chair near this lamp. A fallen Warriors book lays face down with crumpled pages on the carpet. Neko is smashed. It looks like it happened very recently and by some kind of hand gun. It appears that the smasher felt threatened by Neko and so eliminated her.
OOC: Sorry Neko. 3: Remember you can still make accusations through live players.
C.
Tigress leaves her room fully-dressed in her regular attire and feeling wide awake with the prospect of catching the smasher dominant in her mind. Typically she eats breakfast as soon as possible to save herself the fierce hunger pains that come a half-hour after waking, but she decides to go to the library in search of familiar faces. The official accusation made last night had done little to clear things up, although Neko had made some interesting points--points that Tigress would like to go over with some of the guests she knew.
Her plans come to a sickening halt, however, when she enters the library and sees NFM standing over the listless body of young Neko.
"OK. . . I definitely don't feel like eating now," Is the first thing she says.
C.
Mock has had several long, stressful days at this horrific hotel. He walked into the library ready to read and relax. Peering upon the shelves and shelves of colorful and enticing book covers, he sat on a lumpy beanbag in the corner. "Oh, hi, Tigress! Henlo, NFM!" He greets happily. "Cool place, right? The library was a nice addition. I wasn't expecting it to be so large; they have a lot of-" Suddenly, Mock stopped in the middle of his sentence as his gaze caught the body of Neko. He ran over to her. "No . . ." He breathed. He stared in shock for a few moments, unable to comprehend the recent events. "Well, this vacation, like, totally stinks." He finally mumbled.
Everyone is shaken by the events of last night/early morning. Many didn't sleep that night pondering how to feel about the smashing and accusation. Later in the morning, after dawn, the guests were free to wander the hotel once more. The crime scene was cleaned up and the newest clue added to the others. Will you...
*Bun awakes and is drawn by delicious scents from the breakfast room downstairs. She quickly pulls on a Mickey sweatshirt and fixes her hair, walking out eagerly toward the smell of breakfast.*
Jayclones are bustling around and one hands you a menu with a smile, then hurries to the juice bar
*She returns the smile before glancing around somewhat cheerfully and heading to a table near the window. Taking a seat, she props her elbows up and leans across the table to begin looking at the menu*
Everyone is shaken by the events of last night/early morning. Many didn't sleep that night pondering how to feel about the smashing and accusation. Later in the morning, after dawn, the guests were free to wander the hotel once more. The crime scene was cleaned up and the newest clue added to the others. Will you...
OOC: This is mostly out of curiosity, but are users only smashed if they have made an incorrect accusation or do they run the risk of being smashed anytime?
-Apato eerily never emerges from his room, only the fire lord elf... he decides to go check the Breakfast, feeling hungary-
when he enters, a jayclone hands him a menu and he sees that Bun, and Zack are already in the breakfast room
(I keep fortgetting the fire lord's name! ) -Harley looks at the other two, eyeing bun02 and zack (dunno whats his/her's tag) with ears of feirce threatening gazes-
Harley: "Would it be on the menu if something was... gruesome?"
Everyone is shaken by the events of last night/early morning. Many didn't sleep that night pondering how to feel about the smashing and accusation. Later in the morning, after dawn, the guests were free to wander the hotel once more. The crime scene was cleaned up and the newest clue added to the others. Will you...
OOC: This is mostly out of curiosity, but are users only smashed if they have made an incorrect accusation or do they run the risk of being smashed anytime?
(OOC: Harley has a fire-sword, shield, and friggin phoenix fire wings armor, he's not gonna get easily killed... He'll kill others easily if provoked. )
Everyone is shaken by the events of last night/early morning. Many didn't sleep that night pondering how to feel about the smashing and accusation. Later in the morning, after dawn, the guests were free to wander the hotel once more. The crime scene was cleaned up and the newest clue added to the others. Will you...
Everyone is shaken by the events of last night/early morning. Many didn't sleep that night pondering how to feel about the smashing and accusation. Later in the morning, after dawn, the guests were free to wander the hotel once more. The crime scene was cleaned up and the newest clue added to the others. Will you...
Entering the room she finds it eerily still and lit by a single lamp, a small figure is sitting in a cushy chair near this lamp. A fallen Warriors book lays face down with crumpled pages on the carpet. Neko is smashed. It looks like it happened very recently and by some kind of hand gun. It appears that the smasher felt threatened by Neko and so eliminated her.
OOC: Sorry Neko. 3: Remember you can still make accusations through live players.
C.
Tigress leaves her room fully-dressed in her regular attire and feeling wide awake with the prospect of catching the smasher dominant in her mind. Typically she eats breakfast as soon as possible to save herself the fierce hunger pains that come a half-hour after waking, but she decides to go to the library in search of familiar faces. The official accusation made last night had done little to clear things up, although Neko had made some interesting points--points that Tigress would like to go over with some of the guests she knew.
Her plans come to a sickening halt, however, when she enters the library and sees NFM standing over the listless body of young Neko.
"OK. . . I definitely don't feel like eating now," Is the first thing she says.
Tigress leaves her room fully-dressed in her regular attire and feeling wide awake with the prospect of catching the smasher dominant in her mind. Typically she eats breakfast as soon as possible to save herself the fierce hunger pains that come a half-hour after waking, but she decides to go to the library in search of familiar faces. The official accusation made last night had done little to clear things up, although Neko had made some interesting points--points that Tigress would like to go over with some of the guests she knew.
Her plans come to a sickening halt, however, when she enters the library and sees NFM standing over the listless body of young Neko.
"OK. . . I definitely don't feel like eating now," Is the first thing she says.
C.
Mock has had several long, stressful days at this horrific hotel. He walked into the library ready to read and relax. Peering upon the shelves and shelves of colorful and enticing book covers, he sat on a lumpy beanbag in the corner. "Oh, hi, Tigress! Henlo, NFM!" He greets happily. "Cool place, right? The library was a nice addition. I wasn't expecting it to be so large; they have a lot of-" Suddenly, Mock stopped in the middle of his sentence as his gaze caught the body of Neko. He ran over to her. "No . . ." He breathed. He stared in shock for a few moments, unable to comprehend the recent events. "Well, this vacation, like, totally stinks." He finally mumbled.
Everyone is shaken by the events of last night/early morning. Many didn't sleep that night pondering how to feel about the smashing and accusation. Later in the morning, after dawn, the guests were free to wander the hotel once more. The crime scene was cleaned up and the newest clue added to the others. Will you...
Ella is in the library, typing fast on her laptop. She looks up. No suspicious activity so far.
*she is unable to see most of the library from her cozy writing nook but suddenly voices and come from the main area where a lone lamp is giving light and three figures surround a fourth still one*
Everyone is shaken by the events of last night/early morning. Many didn't sleep that night pondering how to feel about the smashing and accusation. Later in the morning, after dawn, the guests were free to wander the hotel once more. The crime scene was cleaned up and the newest clue added to the others. Will you...
OOC: This is mostly out of curiosity, but are users only smashed if they have made an incorrect accusation or do they run the risk of being smashed anytime?
OOC: They would only be smashed if they make an incorrect accusation or if they quite the game.
OOC: Yeah. Thanks. Oh, I made the first accusation?
OOC: So did you enjoy it? Would you ever play again? You're welcome. Yep! First in this entire round. ^v^
OOC: Yes! Most certainly! It was fun, reading through the bios and clues and smashings and piecing stuff together, even if my final guess was incorrect. Also there was supposed to be a ': (' not a , the emote looks sadder so I used the emoticon but it didn't quite work. Wow, how long has the round been going?
Everyone is shaken by the events of last night/early morning. Many didn't sleep that night pondering how to feel about the smashing and accusation. Later in the morning, after dawn, the guests were free to wander the hotel once more. The crime scene was cleaned up and the newest clue added to the others. Will you...
Entering the room she finds it eerily still and lit by a single lamp, a small figure is sitting in a cushy chair near this lamp. A fallen Warriors book lays face down with crumpled pages on the carpet. Neko is smashed. It looks like it happened very recently and by some kind of hand gun. It appears that the smasher felt threatened by Neko and so eliminated her.
OOC: Sorry Neko. 3: Remember you can still make accusations through live players.
C.
Tigress leaves her room fully-dressed in her regular attire and feeling wide awake with the prospect of catching the smasher dominant in her mind. Typically she eats breakfast as soon as possible to save herself the fierce hunger pains that come a half-hour after waking, but she decides to go to the library in search of familiar faces. The official accusation made last night had done little to clear things up, although Neko had made some interesting points--points that Tigress would like to go over with some of the guests she knew.
Her plans come to a sickening halt, however, when she enters the library and sees NFM standing over the listless body of young Neko.
"OK. . . I definitely don't feel like eating now," Is the first thing she says.
Tigress leaves her room fully-dressed in her regular attire and feeling wide awake with the prospect of catching the smasher dominant in her mind. Typically she eats breakfast as soon as possible to save herself the fierce hunger pains that come a half-hour after waking, but she decides to go to the library in search of familiar faces. The official accusation made last night had done little to clear things up, although Neko had made some interesting points--points that Tigress would like to go over with some of the guests she knew.
Her plans come to a sickening halt, however, when she enters the library and sees NFM standing over the listless body of young Neko.
"OK. . . I definitely don't feel like eating now," Is the first thing she says.
C.
Mock has had several long, stressful days at this horrific hotel. He walked into the library ready to read and relax. Peering upon the shelves and shelves of colorful and enticing book covers, he sat on a lumpy beanbag in the corner. "Oh, hi, Tigress! Henlo, NFM!" He greets happily. "Cool place, right? The library was a nice addition. I wasn't expecting it to be so large; they have a lot of-" Suddenly, Mock stopped in the middle of his sentence as his gaze caught the body of Neko. He ran over to her. "No . . ." He breathed. He stared in shock for a few moments, unable to comprehend the recent events. "Well, this vacation, like, totally stinks." He finally mumbled.
NFM realizes this must look really bad considering Neko was the one who had made the accusation against her the night before. " This isn't what it looks like! I found her this way! " NFM desperately tries to think of a way to prove to Tigress and Mock she is innocent dispite the fact that all evidence now pointed to her. The night before she hadn't been worried since Neko was just guessing who the smasher was, something everyone was trying to figure out. But now... With Neko smashed and NFM being the first to find her things didn't look good at. " I know it really looks like I'm the smasher... But you have to believe me, I'm not... "
A. Gotta get that free breakfast pancakes, eggs, bacon, toast, and hash browns. *Zach rushes down the stairs to the breakfast room hoping to get there as early as possible while the food is hot.*
As he enters the room filled with breakfast smells a jayclone waves to him and hands him a menu. Bun and Thefirstdecade are the only other guests there so early.
Ooh, this menu looks great. *Sees bun02 and walks to her* Can I sit next to you?
Tigress leaves her room fully-dressed in her regular attire and feeling wide awake with the prospect of catching the smasher dominant in her mind. Typically she eats breakfast as soon as possible to save herself the fierce hunger pains that come a half-hour after waking, but she decides to go to the library in search of familiar faces. The official accusation made last night had done little to clear things up, although Neko had made some interesting points--points that Tigress would like to go over with some of the guests she knew.
Her plans come to a sickening halt, however, when she enters the library and sees NFM standing over the listless body of young Neko.
"OK. . . I definitely don't feel like eating now," Is the first thing she says.
Mock has had several long, stressful days at this horrific hotel. He walked into the library ready to read and relax. Peering upon the shelves and shelves of colorful and enticing book covers, he sat on a lumpy beanbag in the corner. "Oh, hi, Tigress! Henlo, NFM!" He greets happily. "Cool place, right? The library was a nice addition. I wasn't expecting it to be so large; they have a lot of-" Suddenly, Mock stopped in the middle of his sentence as his gaze caught the body of Neko. He ran over to her. "No . . ." He breathed. He stared in shock for a few moments, unable to comprehend the recent events. "Well, this vacation, like, totally stinks." He finally mumbled.
NFM realizes this must look really bad considering Neko was the one who had made the accusation against her the night before. " This isn't what it looks like! I found her this way! " NFM desperately tries to think of a way to prove to Tigress and Mock she is innocent dispite the fact that all evidence now pointed to her. The night before she hadn't been worried since Neko was just guessing who the smasher was, something everyone was trying to figure out. But now... With Neko smashed and NFM being the first to find her things didn't look good at. " I know it really looks like I'm the smasher... But you have to believe me, I'm not... "
Tigress' heads spins. Last night, Neko accused NFM of being the smasher. Now Neko was gone, and NFM was found standing over her body. It doesn't take a genius to jump to the conclusion that NFM did it. Good grief. However. . . Tigress rubs her head, thinking. Then she says out loud: "I don't think it's you. The smasher has always been so efficient in covering their tracks and leaving us confused. It'd be unnaturally stupid for you--if you were the smasher--to still be here with Neko's body at the the time everyone's waking up and walking around. As the smasher, you'd be smarter than that." She sighs and faces NFM. "I believe you."
Oh well, it was a fifty-fifty chance. 
Thanks. Oh, I made the first accusation? 
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Thanks. Oh, I made the first accusation? 
*Zach rushes down the stairs to the breakfast room hoping to get there as early as possible while the food is hot.*
