Novice's Guide to Villains and Villainy - Week 9, Period 3

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"My apologies for not coming to class last week. I had a feeling none of you would have appreciated me sharing a particularly nasty virus. I am glad to see that you're all alive and well after the rain nonsense and Seely and Z running last week's class.

Let's move on. Most of you will know this week's villain if only by reputation alone. There is debate as to whether the case files of Sherlock Holmes are fact or fiction and whether Sir Arthur Conan Doyle wrote them or if they were, in fact, passed on to Conan Doyle by Doctor John Watson, the narrator of the stories. To avoid any charges of defamation, let's assume they're fictional.

In Holmesian fashion, this week you will have to solve the mystery, track down your opponent before you can defeat them. Keep in mind that this week's topic is the evil genius and that in the evil genius you will often meet your match. Don't fall into their trap without a plan."


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Elementary, my dear Watson.

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Isabel Evans

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Belthazor

Talk Amongst Yourselves

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As teenagers do.

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[water-wonder.livejournal.com]

Tori was intrigued by today's class. She knew of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and Sherlock Holmes. This was going to be tricky, but fun.

Get Started

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The Danger Shop was set up as Victorian London. It was foggy and there were cobblestone roads and horse-drawn carriages about. This was a rather seedy part of London, so it was best to mind your pocket.

"You there!" Inspector Lestrade of Scotland Yard approached. "What with Holmes out of town, I suspect you'll be wanting to poke your nose into police affairs." Without waiting for you, he continued. "As you would know from the Times, this is the third murder of this kind. Strangulation and strange residue on the victim's clothing. It's almost as if the murderer is leaving a calling card, trying to get someone's attention. Take a look around if you'd like. Maybe you can find something we've missed."

Feel free to take a look around, mod what you find and mod your witnesses. See the next OCD thread for your next stop.

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Pippi looked around the area where the body was found. Pippi's favorite Holmes case was "The Red Headed League" and she often thought of starting one.

Then she inspected the victim's neck to see if she could discover with what the poor sod had been strangled and in what manner. (Face to face or from the side, or behind.)

She checked the hands and arms for signs of a struggle.

Then she inspected the clothing to see if she could deduce what it was and how it got there.

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Hamlet pulled his jacket around himself to block out the coldness. For a hologram, the weather in this version of London was still surprisingly realistic. He followed Inspector Lestrade down to the murder scene.

Well, the victim was very much good and dead. The blue marks around his throat proved that well. He leaned in to get a closer look at the victim, and couldn't help picking up the scent from the strange residue. It smelled like some kind of ale. Hamlet took a quick look around the room, and while he was not particularly eagle-eyed, he couldn't see any bottles of alcohol lying around, especially not one that would have been close enough to soak into someone's clothing.

"I would guess that this man died somewhere else," he finally said to the Inspector. "Is there a bar somewhere nearby?"

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"This is hardly time for a drink, detective!" Lestrade protested.

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Detectivework.

Peter sucked at this.

He inspected the body but saw nothing that stood out. He talked to a couple people, one of whom was a prostitute who left him blushing. She didn't seem to realize that the body he said he had been inspecting was the dead one over there.

This could be starting better.

Pub With No Name

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Upon arrival, a drunk staggered out the door and bumped into you. He slurred something incomprehensible and was on his way before you had a chance to say anything. The inside of the tavern was smokey and seedy and had the strong stench of something that's probably best not to ask about.

Shadowy tables with card games and drinking and murmured dealings littered the floor. There was a dart board and a pool table in place for the patrons who could still stand up properly.

"Allo. What'll it be?" the bartender boomed. He was probably the best man to point you in the direction of who you were looking for.

Feel free to mod your surroundings, the patrons and the bartender.

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Pippi was about to order a stout when she suddenly seemed to remember something.

The law of tv murder mysteries states that the man who bumped into a moment ago must have been the murderer!

She checks her pockets for anything that's been added or taken.

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Hamlet patted himself down after the drunk bumped into him. There didn't seem to be anything missing from or added to his pockets, but he still watched where the drunken man wandered off to down the street.

Heading inside, he avoided the other patrons, and headed straight for the bartender in the center of the room. The sickly smell of the place made him want to cough.

"Good evening. There was a man here the other night," he said to the bartender, giving a decent description of the victim. "Did you see him talking to anyone, or going anywhere with someone?"

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"Hey, buddy, how are you?" Peter asked. "I'll have a Coke."

That statement led the bartender to give Peter a name and street corner where he could buy some drugs.

The rest of his investigation inside the pub went a bit better, especially after he gave a drunk a wedgie as a show of force.

He couldn't believe that he gave a holographic person a wedgie.

The Docks - Evening

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Coming down to the docks during the day was bad enough if you weren't used to it. Coming here at night wasn't at all wise. Wisdom had no place in the decision, however, because it seemed that the only way to get to the bottom of this was to follow the leads and the leads led right here to this dockside warehouse.

The windows are too blurry to see inside, but there is light and muffled words coming from inside.

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Pippi leans against the wall and tries to listen.

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Hamlet wrapped his coat completely around him and slid into the shadows, hoping that perhaps his habit of only wearing black clothing all the time would help him to disappear into the night. He leaned back casually against the wall of the warehouse, and carefully positioned his head next to a crack between two beams where he could see a sliver of what was happening inside.

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This part was right down Peter's alley. He snuck inside through a high window and did some recon from the ceiling.

The Showdown - Inside

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"The great detective. We meet at last," a well-dressed man with an upper class British accent said. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Professor James Moriarty at your service. I must admit that you kept me wondering if you were going to follow my little trail. There were moments when I thought the jig was up, so to speak. But now you are here and, while the gentleman in me wishes to offer you tea and crumpets, I'm afraid our all too brief meeting must come to an end.

You see, detective, we were destined to meet. Now, as I complete the final stages of my plan, I'm afraid that you are destined to die."

Considering how narrative was supposed to unfold and what Moriarty would undoubtedly do to the Enterprise London and you, it was probably best to stop him.

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"May I at least shake the hand of so great a criminal master mind before we lock our proverbial horns at last?" she asked offering her hand.

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"At least tell me one thing, Professor," said Hamlet, furiously plotting out a way to stop the mad doctor from blowing up the city. "Why did you do it?"

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[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"I have just one question for you, Professor," Peter said. "Alosersayswhat?"

Talk to Thursday

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She's here if you need her.

Talk to the TAs

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If they want to talk to you.

OOC

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To show I'm done. Mod away, or leave an OOC note if you want me to play off you when I'm next around this evening (US time). After glorious, glorious sleep.