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fandomhigh2021-01-13 03:56 am
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Cognitive Logic in Understanding Evidence; Wednesday, Second Period [01/13].
And so, for their second class, the dinner party would find themselves arriving in the ballroom of Mr. Corpse's mansion, a grand room as one might expect, with plenty of open spaces, large windows overlooking the stormy scenery of the tumultuous sea beyond, occassionally illuminated by the peals of lightning. A grand piano crouches in a corner, and, crouched beside it, a maid, over a still body in a dark suit, a puddle of blood pooling behind his head. Thunder cracked across the sky outside, and the maid stood, eyes wide as dinner plates as she regards the group.
"Oh, it's terrible," she gushed, hands balled to her face in distress. "Just terrible! I'd come in just to dust, and there he was! Mr. Corpse! Dead! Whatever are we to do???"
"That's a good question," Ros agreed. "What are we going to do? We should probably contact the poli--"
One of the side doors to the ballroom burst open. "The phone lines!" he declared. "They've been cut! I've tried to call the police, but we can't get through."
"And no body has service way out here in the middle of no where," Rosa added thoughtfully, because it was convenient to the plot, "especially not in this storm. And because of the storm, odds are, whoever did this deed is probably still here with us. That leaves us but one choice: we have to try and find who this killer is and how they did it before one of us becomes the next victim. We should start by looking around, seeing if we can find any clues," cue lightning, "to solve this mystery....before it's too late."
"Oh, it's terrible," she gushed, hands balled to her face in distress. "Just terrible! I'd come in just to dust, and there he was! Mr. Corpse! Dead! Whatever are we to do???"
"That's a good question," Ros agreed. "What are we going to do? We should probably contact the poli--"
One of the side doors to the ballroom burst open. "The phone lines!" he declared. "They've been cut! I've tried to call the police, but we can't get through."
"And no body has service way out here in the middle of no where," Rosa added thoughtfully, because it was convenient to the plot, "especially not in this storm. And because of the storm, odds are, whoever did this deed is probably still here with us. That leaves us but one choice: we have to try and find who this killer is and how they did it before one of us becomes the next victim. We should start by looking around, seeing if we can find any clues," cue lightning, "to solve this mystery....before it's too late."
Re: Investigate! - CLUE, 01/13.
Even though she was training to be a nurse (and not just in this story) she'd never been near one before (even though this was fake, as she kept reminding herself).
"Miss Posey," she murmured. "I wonder if you would agree with me that poor Mr. Corpse does not appear to have been, on first glance."
The blood spilling out of him...
"Perhaps a fall of some sort?" she tried. "Or someone hit him from behind..."
Re: Investigate! - CLUE, 01/13.
It appeared to be, slightly smeared with the very blood that pooled at Mr. Corpse's head, a rather solid candlestick with considerable heft to it.
Re: Investigate! - CLUE, 01/13.