((For the rpers who pre-signed up only. Thanks.))

::Quincy, the butler and temporary caretaker of his old masters huge mansion had just finished dusting. It was dreadfully quiet in the old house. And even though the place was huge, and echoed frequently...it was even more eerie now that he were the only other person in the place.::
::Quincy's master, mrs.Dillard was...*gulp* murdered! It had happened during a dinner party she had been having, and all of the guests that had attended that party were now all suspects. All the other help had quit, and run off. They wanted nothing to do with a murder and six suspects.::
::Why was he even dusting at all? All six people were to come to the house momentarily. They were all coming to clear their names, and prove that they were indeed innocent. The body had never been found...and whatever blood there had been was cleaned up, for no one even knew which room the old woman was killed in! It was dreadful really. Simply dreadful.::
::Although Quincy never cared much for the old bat in the first place...she had been a spoiled bag of wrinkels...always ordering him around like a slave. But it no longer mattered. The doorbell rang, and Quincy went to the door expecting his guests. He opened it up, and all six suspects were there. But of course. If one didn't show they'd most likely be the killer. And this killer was much to smart to NOT show, for they'd know right away who it was if he...or she...didn't. Quincy bowed to the group, then in his usual snooty way led them inside. He bade them all to sit on the large couches set up in the Hall.::
::Once everyone was seated and all looked comfortable, Quincy began.::
"Well...as you know, you are all suspects on the police lists. I assume you all came to investigate this murder to prove yourselves innocent. The entire mansion is open. Every room unlocked so you can do your searching. I know this place better then anyone, even my old mistress, so if you ahve any questions or concerns, don't hesitate to come strieght to me. But...I warn you all....there is a killer among us...so do be careful!" ::He said with a slight smirk.::
"Alright, off you go. I'll probably tag along and see how you're doing from time to time. Good luck detectives!"

((By the way...I don't think I need to tell any of you that speaking to each other outside the rp about the rp i prohibited. Cuz you know...if you're sharing info with eachother outside the rp it's well...cheating. And that'll just ruin all teh fun!))

((Even though this RPG has a real motive, I'll simply do an intro post. Then I'll get into the real gaming work.))

Professer Plum stood up slowly, patting off his clothing to meld out the wrinkles. He arranged his glasses onto the bridge of his nose and glared around. His surroundings were of magnificent kind and although he felt the urge to look around, he was here to a reason. A very important reason.
He remained still, for he wanted to "interrogate" each suspect. He would do Mustard last, for he seemed to be better with the women. Once everyone got moving, then the real job would begin.

*Mr. Green had walked through the cavernous hall that he was led to. He had been surrounded by the very people he had mingled with for nights past...but they didn't have expressions of joy to see him...they all had the same look, acusation...it was a scary thought, a bunch of friends turned against each other...Mr. Green shook the thoughts away as he removed his glasses and wiped them against his shirt. Quincy the bulter had left them all behind, and they'd probably be on each other's throats in minutes...so Mr. Green had started to slip back from the group...

::Ms. Scarlett rose in her prim, stiff gown of red satin. Her deep brown hair was done up in a shining knot on the back of her head and a wide brimmed hat covered her delicate and fair face. In her eyes was a gleam of superiority. She was the beautiful, the elite, the proud. And she had come to clear her name. She waltzed towards the door at the end of the butler's speech. She never walked, she waltzed everywhere seductively, luring people to her.::

How barbaric to think that a lady of my status could commit such a crime! ::She spoke with a thick Southern belle drawl. She smiled haughtily at them all, and winked lasciviously at the men in the room. She was here to clear her name an would do anything to do so. And to find out what the others knew would be no hard job at all. She walked through the door and headed towards the study to search, hoping to lure someone after her.::

Plum followed Scarlett silently, pretending to not notice her. He would occasionally pick up an antique candle or something of the sort and pretend to inspect it, after this he would continue to follow her. If she noticed him he would ask her a few questions, but for now his only objective was to observe.

Mrs. Peakcock sat stiffly in her chair, struggling not to cry. Poor, dear, Mrs. Dillard had been a good friend of her grandmother's. They'd grown up together. It was not difficult to come to grips with the fact that the woman was finally dead. Mrs. Peakcock had never liked her very much...but her grandmother did, and she had been devistatingly sad since her death. Mrs. Peakcock tried not to think of her grandmother's very sad face, and tried instead to study the people around her. If she found and exposed the killer, it would at least help her grandmother to mourn properly. Really, she only needed to find the body to have the funeral.
She glanced over at Miss Scarelett waltzing out the door, and noticed that despite these sad times she still was the center of attention, as usual. Mrs. Peakcock leaned over towards Mrs. White and whispered
"I really don't like her. She is more interested in flirting with the men than in discovering the truth in this situation."

::Quincy scoffed...what a bunch of morons. They'd been in the house for several minutes now, and most of them were still lolly-gagging around the front hall. And considering the Hall WAS a suspected area for the murder...they were being rediculous to not inspect it. Infact, the snotty ms.Scarlett and Professor Plum up and left the room without even looking at it.::
::Quincy raised an eyebrow at the group.::
"Well, aren't we all being so very professional, and productive." ::He said in his usualy snooty manner. Annoyed with the group, he up and left the room. It was clear none of them knew what they were doing.::

::A few moments later, a very creepy groaning filled the mansion. It whisked it's way through the rooms ont eh breath of a draft...some said it was the ghost of Mrs.Dillard...upset because her Will had never been found. ...Rumor said it was with the body, and whoever solved the murder would automatically get a pocket full of cash.::

Mrs. white had been Mrs.Dillard's old friend for years. Well, "friend" was not quite right... she hated the old bag, just as Mrs.Dillard had no doubt hated her. They had tolerated eachother since gradeschool due to the closeness of their parent's families. at their.. or at least her own.. refined age habit's and people were hard to let go of. Yet the thought that a refined elderly lady such as herself might be suspected of actually bumping the old bat off was beyond her. If her hair was not already the color of the finest pearls it might have gone so at the very mention of it. Not that she minded.. after all she was most certainly the closest to having a family tie to Dillard.. and she did have all that money.. Mrs. Peacock's hushed tones broke her from her thoughts.
"I really don't like her. She is more interested in flirting with the men than in discovering the truth in this situation." Although Mrs. Peacock might be a cold blooded killer one glance at Miss Scarelett's retreating form reminded her of the truth of her words. Smiling
"You are correct about that Deary."
Then the help spoke up
"Well, aren't we all being so very professional, and productive."
Mrs. white turned up her nose and hrumphed. "The help is so bad nowadays.. why in my age you would never see such comments going unchecked." Mrs. white conveniently "forgot" that the butler was no longer employed by anyone.
((I know normally Mrs. white is the maid.. But since all the help but the butler has quit and fled.. it's just easier to have her be an old friend.))

::Aha, she thought. Plum is following me already. When he opens his mouth I'll find out what he knows. Scarlett smiled. No doubt the two old maids were whispering about her. They hated her so much, for her wealth, youth and beauty. No doubt they would think that she was the killer, but Scarlett didn't mind. She never suspected them, but come to think of it, maybe she should. They both hated the old bag. And that witch had been chummy with both their families. Scarlett began to suspect a motive.. But never mind the old ladies. She had the men to deal with first.::

Mrs. Peakcock was releived when Mrs. White spoke to her. Even in these troubled times, it was nice to still have someone to chat with. Knowing it was probably a bad idea to mention the situation in front of other people, especially untrusthworthy ones, Mrs. Peakcock dediced to get herself and Mrs. White alone where they could chat. Both being women, and being friends for so very long, she figured if she could just get Mrs. White talking she'd be able to tell if she were lying or not. It was a woman's intuition.
"Well," she said, standing up, "This is quite boring and I'd rather not be sitting here doing nothing. I'm going to prepare some lunch in the Kitchen, would you care to join me, Mrs. White?" she asked. She also knew the best way to search a kitchen was by using it, because things no one normally thought of would often appear once you tried to cook.

((Some good posts guys. You're being suspiscious and careful of one another. Good stuff. Also nice thinkign witht eh kitchen Diane. Once people are in a room and are actually looking around, I'll be forced to put out some clues for you guys. Goods tuff. Keep it coming. I figure I'll give the obvious clues to the people who already know their rooms and stuff, tat way everyone else will see it in the open and can mark it off on their cards. Good stuff. ))

((Ok I get it guys. It was a bad idea.....some admin can delete this now. I'm embaressed to even have it still up...))

((..That sure isn't like you. Not from what I know.. I'll still post, I'm just not really sure what else to do if Mrs. Peacock (I think) doesn't notice me.))

((Well you're right that's not like me...but it's a measly ten posts...that's so sad I'm embaressed about it. If my rp's die and they have a decent amount I'm fine with it...but thiswas just so sad....::heavy sigh.:: Alright...I'll give it a few more days. It's just that no one touched it in 7, so I don't see what a few more is gunna do for it....but if you're still into it then I'll let the other people decided.))

((Alright, alright. It's a slow start.))


Plum continued to follow the woman in front of him. He did in fact have a motive, he was simply unaware of how to go through with doing it. Scarlett was a magnificent, beautiful woman. He pondered the option of charming her into blabbing, but he doubted this was possible.
"Excuse me. Miss! M-Miss! Scarlett?"
He approached her as casually as he could appear. A toothy grin spread across his face. He fixed his tie and stopped in front of her.
"This is really all a bunch of garbage. I can't see why they would really make all this actually happen."
He worked on being mysterious, but he was aware he only sounded idiotic.

((This is going to be harsh, but grow up. RP'ing is trail and error))

After careful inspections, Mr. Green had come to the solution that he was hoping for. It appeared that, to the naked eye at least, there were no signs of struggle in the hall that everyone had hastily left from earlier thanks to the guise of the bulter. He did seem suspicious...but at the same time...it'd be too easy to dismiss this as something he simply did. Shoving a small pad and pencil into the pocket of his suit jacket (he refused to give it up at the door) he precedded out into the main corridors of the titanic mansion. It was truly beautiful, yet at the same time chilling. It left an emptyness in Mr. Green's soul and he was able to feel the terror...as if even a scream were heard in the background.

Of course Green dismissed it as a petty fear and contiuned onward. He didn't know nor care who was where, and while he had felt bad for Mrs. Peacock, who had been shaken up at the turn of events, he had his own name to clear...supposedly, to every wretched soul in this mansion.

But at the same time, he had been exhausted, and it had been a long drive up...he turned toward the billiard room, being the most "social" room of the mansion, other guests were sure to arrive there sooner or later.

Now that Mrs. Peakcock mentioned it she was a bit on the hungry side.
"Why that would be an excellent idea." there was a very wise saying going on the lines of you can't work on an empty stomach.. and in her haste to get back and clear her name she had forgotten her last meal. "I'm sure there must be something we can whip up!" beside if Mrs. Peakcock was a murderer.. The kitchen would offer a multitude of weapons to fight her off before getting help.
((Oh i'm so sorry I totally forgot about this!))

((eh no problem Heather. As Bates said...it's TRAIL and error. Har har! ...yes...well then...))

The kitchen was spotless....maybe even TOO spotless. Everything sparkeled. The cabinets, the floors, ...heck...even the ceiling. It looked like it had been cleaned seconds ago! And it had to have been cleaned professionally...for that was the only way it could sparkel so...is if someone knew how to clean.
That wasn't the only thing slightly odd about the room though...despite everything being totally spotless and everything being almost mechanically in place...there was a kitchen knife missing from the wrack on the wall. It's empty spot almost screaming for attention.

The Billiard Room looked...well...like a billiard room. There were four pool tables in it it was so large. Obviously the woman who was killed was VERY rich. Three of the tables looked untouched, while the fourth looked like it was played on quite frequently. Everything looked in order. But just as Mr.Green had entered the room...a shadow of what appeared to be a person darted out of the room and across the hall to the Study.

Mrs. Peakcock admired the cleanliness of the Kitchen.
"Oh, that Butler and his staff sure were excellent help...I must look up what company they were from and hire them myself." she said. She opened the refridgerator and began pulling out vegtables to make soup.

"There's nothing like vegtable soup to get your brain going." she said, reaching for the knife to cut them and noticing the conspicously missing space. She pulled her hand back and turned to Mrs. White.

"Was that knife always missing?" she asked her, suddenly very suspicious of the room they were in. She stepped toward Mrs. White and lowered her voice.

"You don't think it happened right here, in the Kitchen, do you? With her own kitchen Knife?" she asked her old friend. She kept forgetting that Mrs. White might be the murderer.

Friend or no friend Mrs. Peakcock had a point. The point was long sharp and missing.. the sort of point a murder might notice.. but why bring it up if she was the murder? Wouldn't a real murderer seek to hide such a clue? Besides the thought of blood in a kitchen made her squeamish. Near all the food? bleh. nervously she spoke aloud
"Yes.. They were thorough. almost too much so. To have a knife missing when everything else was put neatly back into place.. You would think it was the staff that had done and not.."Knowing how sensitive the subject was she changed it. " Anyway I know a chocolate cookie recipe that is to die for!" she chuckled weakly and smiled "no pun intended of course. I always found something sweet after a hearty meal is just the thing!" Mrs. white moved quickly to the cupboard and began pulling out the flour and sugar. "And she was always one to agree so I know she will have plenty of chocolate morsels and other things to add to the cookies."

::Scarlett smiled. Checkmate. She slowly rotated to face him, like she was dancing to a slow romantic song in her own head. She smiled waifishly and dropped the darker gleam in her eye.::

Oh, dear Professor! I had no idea you'd followed me. Yes, it's all quite a shock isn't it? How can they expect a lady to hunt a murder site? It's all rather improper.. ::She fanned herself with a carved wooden fan and pulled a sad, pathetic expression. In just a few minutes she could pull from this fool everything he knew.::

For a moment, Mrs. Peakcock thought Mrs. White was going to confess to the murder. She dreaded the moment, but it never came. In fact, the way she was talking was just like she alwyas spoke. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. This was no murderer, this was her dear old friend, just as she was last night at dinner. She was going to make cookies. Though everything was far from okay, things were better for the moment.

"Yes, I agree. Chocolate after good soup helps make one think." she said. She began chopping up the vegtables and throwing them into the pot.

"Though you do have a point about that knife being missing...when everything else is so spotless, why would the murderer forget to put it back? Unless..." Mrs. Peakcock dropped a full onion into the pot in her shock. She turned to Mrs. White and whispered,

"Perhaps they used the Knife, but not in the Kitchen." she said. "Do you think happened in another room?" she whispered. Maybe after they ate they should go about the mansion looking for a less-than-neatly cleaned room.

Plum expressed a fake grin, that could easily be detected. He was sure he could handle her beauty over his possible prison sentance.
"Oh well yes, yes." He mumbled, nodding at her every lucious word that emitted from her lips. In a sense she was almost deadly, for her hypnotic looks could pull anyone into a puppet-like trance.
He stared into her eyes, waiting for her next "attack".

((*sigh*...once again, Sean has failed to post. Anything. Does that guy ever participate in an RPG? Why does he join stuff and then never post? I can't help feeling a bit annoyed))

((::sigh:: I know what you mean. ::Cough cough:: Academy..))

((...Sean never posted at all...did he? I scanned the first 15 posts or so...oh well. Off with his head! I'll just say he's still in the Hall...and Since I can't let on to who my killer is...I'll be doing the kill scene.))

As the guests were exploring for clues, and trying to coax information out of one another, Mustard had stayed in the Hall to inspect it. There were other guests nearbye...Scarlette and Plum had just left, and were almost right outside the room. And both the kitchen and Billiard Room were close as well. So when a loud blood curteling scream filled the mansion...it was found it could have been any of the people near bye.

((I'm gunna HAVE to mod for my murdere's sake. Sorry guys but I'm moving you all to the Hall so you're all there at the same time so you can't now who the murderer was.))

All the guests stood...some looking sick, others rattled. Mustards body was laying on the floor, blood everywhere. Quincy quickly then ran into the room to see what the scream ahd been about. He came in and his eyes boggled.
"Oh sweet Mrs.Dillard!" He exclaimed. He went over and stared, then he covered his mouth with his hankerchif.
"Well...I think it's safe to say....that Colonel Mustard....was innocent..." (Check him off guys.) Quincy leaned over a bit more, but the body was much to bloody to figure out what had made the wounds. It could have been anything...except.... "I also think it's safe to say...that such work could not have been done with a rope...." Quincy said, listing one of the many suspicious items in the mansion. (Check that off too.) "Ugh! What a mess! What a horror!...I suppose we should...do something with the body until this mystery is solved." Quincy then turned to the crowd, an angry look in his eyes. "One of you...is a very sick and demented person! And I hope you're conscience gets to you before the other guests discover who you are! Hmph!" And with that...Quincy started to clean up the body and the blood..leaving the group to chat amongst themselves...

((Wow. That was neat and tidy wasn't it? I told him to post. Well that eliminates his clues, then too.))

Plum spoke outloud, in disgust and horror.
"This is simply wrong! This should not be the way to determine the culprit!" He waved his hands erraticly as he spoke.
Turning to Scarlett, he found himself dazed by her beauty once again. Even under these circumstances.
"..I don't like how this is going." He muttered to her.

((Ok...someone DIED. I KILLED someone and GAVE AWAY clues. If that doesnt get people posintg, nothing will. Unless I throw sex into the rp, but that ain't my style. So come on and let me know peeps, is this thing dead? Or is it just that no one's read that Sean's dead yet?))

((My problem is that I had to find an excuse for my character to be separate from Mrs. peacock.. Otherwise she and I would automatically be innocent because we were together. nobody knows if that's true yet now do they?))
Mrs. White had stepped out of the kitchen for one moment to find the ladies room.. And by the time she got back another person was dead.
"well, isn't this a fine kettle of fish." She hrumphed. "Another person dead. This one without a reason! I mean why would anyone want to kill mustard? There is no sense to it!"

((Heather, um, I keep asking you about your clues, but you keep dodging my questions. I mean, aren't we all supposed to ask each other questions, and we all answer them according to the clues we have, except for the murderer is lying? I can't get anywhere if you don't answer my questions...and don't forget, you can also ask me stuff, too. And I understand that our conversation was interrupted by Sean ...I mean, Professor Mustard, dying.))

Mrs. Peakcock never cared much for Professor Mustard, and she didn't care much that he was dead. However, the fact that a killer still lurked loose in the house made her very nervous...she glanced at everyone, Mrs. White most suspiciously of all. She had stepped out of the room precicely at the moment of murdering...as if she was the one who did it. She gulped. She looked around at the others in the room, all of them doing the same thing.

"Well one of us is a murderer." she said. "We all already knew that. No sense dwelling about it. All this means is the murderer has left us with more clues. I left the pot boiling on the stove and I'm going to tend to it, before this place burns down and we are all dead in a fire." she said, and left the group of them. She now didn't trust any of them. On her way to the Kitchen, she stepped slyly into the Ball Room to take a look around.

Plum kept his sight locked onto Ms. Scarlett. He couldn't let her get away, he had her now..
Tugging her politley to the side, he pulled her into the room beside them. He smiled kindly at her, but in reality the smile was of course completely artificial. Bowing slightly, he spoke.
"I think we should come to an agreement, Miss. If you are not the killer, and I am not the killer, then we both need the info for our sakes. Why don't we work together, create..a secret alliance? Hm?"

((Let's hope she aint the killer, cause then Mr. Plum is done for.))

((We answer questions if we know the answer. Mrs white didn't know about the kitchen or the knife so why would she answer as if she did? When you ask about something she knows you will know))
Mrs Peacock's talk about the food reminded Mrs white about her cookies. Finding herself alone she hurried to the kitchen preferring the company of a possible killer to no one at all. However, when she reached the kitchen.. no one was there. Quickly she checked her cookies. They were almost done and the smell was wonderful. She wondered where Mrs. peacock had gotten too.. strange how she had stepped out for just a moment leaving mrs peacock alone.. then someone had died. Very strange.

((YAY! People posting! Good good, bwahaha!))

The ballroom was basically normal looking. There was no blood stains on the carpet, no tell tale signs of foul play. In fact it looked like any ballroom should. The only difference was that the piano was open, and it looked like it had been left in the middle of repairs. For some of its parts were placed neatly on the nearbye table and tools were left out as well. One tool struck mrs.Peacocks eye. It was a wrench.
((Yes, mark that off. Guys it be cool if you got clues from eachother. I don't want to keep giving things away.))

((Uh Nat I seem to have a bit of a problem. You know me. My room's a mess and I can't find my score card. Could you send me another to RemSaverem26@msn.com? Thanks. ^^;; PS Don't kill me.))

((Well then stop giving clues away, Nat! Sheesh))

Mrs. Peakcock nodded to herself and left the ballroom. On her way back to the Kitchen she passed the Hall, where Mr. Green sat, unmoving. and then went back to the Kitchen. She found Mrs. White's cookies done, and her soup, as well.

"What do you say we take this to the Dining Room and eat our delicious meal?" she said, and began filling two bowls with soup. She left the rest on the stove (with the stove off), for anyone else who was hungry to eat out of. She glanced at Mrs. White's cookies. They smelled delicious...but what if Mrs. White was the killer? Then she might have poisoned them. She decided that if Mrs. White were to ask her to have a cookie, she'd test them on someone else first...maybe that horrid Ms. Scarlett.

*It didn't add up...two murders. Well, Mr. Green had allready deducted that the initial murder couldn't possibly have taken place in the hall. He had stared in silence at the corpse of Col. Mustard. He was a good friend of Mr. Green's, an honest man, couldn't hurt a fly if you tried to make him. But he was gone now...and he definatly wasn't a murderer. With no options left, Mr. Green took his leave. The mansion was indeed intimidating but he had heard the stirring of a few in the kitchen, it could've been other guests scared...or maybe there was more than one murderer, and they were plotting their next move.

They sounded like women, Mr. Green would be able to handle himself fine, because, he regonized one of them as Mrs. Peacock, and he trusted her. He strided into the kitchen slowly, and tried to put on his most normal face he could muster.

Crazy night, isn't it?

"That soup smells wonderful Mrs. peacock."
Mrs. White commented as she took one of the two bowls. The thought then hit her, 'this could be poison.' Thinking better of it she said sweet. "You know I better test my cookies. If it was a bad batch I wouldn't want someone else to suffer through the first." Smiling she grabbed the biggest one from the top of the plate on the table. With her free hand she began slowly nibbling it. She figured by the time she got done either Mrs. Peacock would have eaten her own soup or not. If not then she could assume it was poison. Just as she was about to leave Mr. green entered and spoke. "Yes... It has been very Crazy. Maybe we should all eat together. For our own safety." If he joined them it would give her a chance to keep an eye on him as well.