Crow… you said you could talk to the dead?
“So hold up… Crow’s some kinda medium?” Barry starts to smoke another joint, at this point not caring about if anybody sees. “I’ll roll with it.”
Ryan: Well I finished the tax audits, but I don’t really want to go outside, with the murderer and all.
He peeks downstairs
Ryan: dammit, again.
Once again, it seems that a person has died. He goes downstairs and catches Crow’s speech about him being able to talk to the dead
Ryan: Have the ghosts said anything about the killer yet?
Crow: One said is that he is a huge fan of Samuel Jackson, and gave him a huge speech on why he had taught him the ways of life and death.
Ryan: So like a radical islamic, but for Samuel Jackson?
Crow: I suppose?
“I guess before we can go any further with questioning the dead I like to say something first.” “First off, I’m not a medium in the truest sense of the word, if anything to be more correct, I’m a magician.”
For a while no one said anything. The silence lasted until one of the three decided to brake it “So what, your telling us that besides seeing dead people you can cast magic spells?” I gave a small chuckle “To be rather blunt yes, but do not expect me to throw fireballs cause that’s a myth.”
“But where my magick lacks fireball throwing capabilities it makes up for it by being both mind bending and utterly strange.” “But I will admit that there’s a price to pay for my craft.”
*So… your magic can make you lose your mind… How do we know you’re not the killer unintentionally?
But anyways… can you speak to the dead or not? If you lose your mind and start attacking, we will be able to keep you down, since you have no fireballs. But the important thing is to find the killer before he strikes again.
“Trust me I know spells that are far worse than any fireball. But luckily I can talk to the dead and suffer no ill effects from that.” “But the strange things is… they’re not as talkative as usual. I mean most of the times they’re chatty as hell when someone can see them but for some reason these ghosts aren’t? It’s like someone are something is preventing them form saying too much about the killer.”
Post mortem: So I get done in by the very thing I devoted my life to, eh? How fucking poetic.
I think…Crow has been drinking too much.
But we must take any action to stop this killer, and condemn him to be taken into custody. I am still figuring out a way to leave, and I will be taking to the roof because you all disgust me and I hate it here.
I’ll be taking Chowz’s keys to the roof, and I don’t want to see Mark’s face. She escaped that hospital while I died, therefore I think it’s all Mark’s sick twisted game.
I might be going crazy. However my will to leave and stress is abnormal, I don’t want to die again.
Weasel, I hate it here too, but if you go upstairs, the killer could easily kill you. If it wasn’t for him, I’d be locked in the bathroom stall. And I don’t want to die again, either…
He keeps punching the door.
*F*ck this place, f*ck this murderer and F*CK THIS DOOR IN PARTICULAR!*
I know I will die, but I will not truly die.
I have been killed before, and I the only to remember that insane hospital?
I know what you’re talking about. We are mere puppets…
Digoxin’s words went by unnoticed, except for Weasel…
OOC:This is getting really boring.
Blue suddenly dances in front of Mark. She voyeurs him up and down, and bites her lower lip.
Mark: Such a delicious ass… but where was I? Oh right! OK… so far, Blue, the clues I got were notes on some of the bodies, like Dac’s, Chowz, and Ivan’s. Each one said something different. “I asked for this…” on Dac’s… “I was a terrible boss,” on Chowz’s, and “It’s chemistry, bitch, can ya dig it?” on Ivan’s. Somehow, all of these are connected… but how? Any ideas?
>new song plays
>errbody in the club gettin’ tipsy
>all liquor has been checked, and is safe
>people drinking to explode their livers
>others are interrogating Crow to speak to the dead
>he settles them down, and places fingers on his head
>“Ohm… bum bum…” he chants over and over
>he then lowers his hands, and starts
>“I got it! I got it!”
>everyone crowds around him, clamoring for answers
>a bit of chaos
>Mark turns around and orders them to back off
>they do so…
>and reveal a dead Crow, pierced by another bottle
>well, that went well…
>18 drunks remain
Mark notices something on his corpse.
Mark: Another note?
Opens and reads it.
Mark: “Hehehe… you think you can catch me so easily, madam? I blend in so well with the crowd, everyone will probably die before you catch me. So I have three words for you… bring it on.”
She folds the paper, adding it to the others.
Mark: OK, Blue… someone who blends in well with a crowd… know someone who doesn’t stand out much?
Crow, Dac, Chowz and Carno/Taur. Four dead people killed in various ways.
Dac was killed by unknown means.
Chowz was stabbed by a glass bottle.
Carno/Taur are stabbed in the back with a machete.
Crow had the same demise as Chowz.
sigh. When will this end?
Bacon muttered to himself.
Well, there goes our chance to talk to the dead…
“18 drunks remain”
I’m not drunk! Also I’m certainly not insane.
I know who it……………..it’s mike said the distraught SHUGER T “why” mark asked confused because he’s always silent doesn’t stand out answered SHUGER T “uh….how did you know who were looking for?” asked mark crime shows hella a lot important when on right times answered SHUGER T
“Pfft. It’s not like Crow was gonna help us anyway. Everyone knows ghosts aren’t real.”
So, the magic-man is dead? That sucks.
She just waltzes on over and draws this newest crime scene
So, any bets on who’s next to die?
As Pat say those words he doesn’t realize that my spirit is still lingering around my body. As I stare at my body the only feelings that I have now is disappointment “Jeez couldn’t the bloodthirsty bastard kill me with a different method other than just repeating on what he did to the manager.” I let a “sigh” or at least my best attempted at one in my current position “Oh well, this gives me the best excuse to make this little joke.” I point at my lifeless body
“E’s not pinin’! ’E’s passed on! This crow is no more! He has ceased to be! ’E’s expired and gone to meet ‘is maker! ’E’s a stiff! Bereft of life, ‘e rests in peace! If you hadn’t nailed ‘im to the perch ’e’d be pushing up the daisies! ‘Is metabolic processes are now ’istory! ’E’s off the twig! ’E’s kicked the bucket, ’e’s shuffled off ‘is mortal coil, run down the curtain and joined the bleedin’ choir invisible!! THIS IS AN EX-CROW!!” I say all this with my best possible British accent. After I’m done parodying the famous parrot sketch I look at all the remaining patrons and I figure out what I’m going to do “I think I’m gonna stick around for a while.” “Yeah in my current form I’m worthless but I do want to see how this mystery would end.” I then turn to look at Mark* “Don’t fail me now detective or else I’ll make sure that your afterlife will be an utter hell.”
“I can tell you one thing Mark, everybody that was standing right next to Crow is now suspect! All of you people that gathered around him! Get front and center! That includes just about all the patrons and the bouncers”
“Now who was right behind Crow when it happened?”
Lets see the results
|chowzburgerz – Club Manager||DEAD||Storeroom|
|Mike – Bartender||Quiet||Bar|
|Dr. Robotnik – Part time Bartender||Quiet||Bar|
|Digoxin – Bartender||Active||Bar|
|jace is boss – Bouncer, “Shuger T”||Active||NEAR CROW|
|Jimmy Lethal – Bouncer, “Barry Anderson”||Active||NEAR CROW|
|A Ring Pop – Business Accountant, “Ryan Santos”||Active||NEAR CROW|
|Disturbed Brony – Stripper, “Pat”||Active||Stage|
|Blue Screen (of Death) – Stripper, “Blue”||Nude||Stage|
|Randomman – Stripper||Quiet||VIP rooms|
|Ann Hiro – Stripper||Quiet||Stage|
|Dac – Stripper||DEAD||Bathroom|
|level4outbreak – Club patron / Drifter||Active||NEAR CROW|
|CrustyClarinet – Club patron||Quiet||NEAR CROW|
|CrouchingSloth – Club patron / Pimp, “Pimp McChicken”||DEAD||Bathroom|
|Carno/Taur – Club patrons, “Taur” & “Carno”||DEAD||Tables|
|MasterBurner – Club patron||Active||NEAR CROW|
|CrowTheMagician – Club patron / Private investigator||DEAD||Tables|
|Atraps – Club patron / US marine, “Bacon”||Active||Doors|
|Weasel – Club patron||Active||NEAR CROW|
|Captain Douglas J Falcon – Hobo||Quiet||?|
|Who am I? – Basement dweller, “Kurt Foxwell”||Quiet||Basement|
|Serious Business – Unofficial Bar Doorman||Quiet||Doors|
People talk among each other, trying to argue who was behind who. Nobody seem sure what to do and no conclusions are met. Frankly, whoever did it probably slipped away from the crowd as quickly as he slipped in.
Blue feels at a loss, and leans against a pole, slides down it and sits on the ground.
“Seriously, how did nobody see who stabbed Crow?” He thinks
The music drowns out the commotion before him. He tries to think, but Blue finds the slow rap lyrics and distortion a bit too unsettling
“Hey DJ! How about something more my style?”. The DJ complies, knowing what Blue’s intro songs are. Who is the DJ anyway?
Now there’s some real dance music. Blue feels re-energized and starts moving hardcore. Putting on the most awesome dance moves is his arsenal of booty moving. A dead scene is suddenly filled with life
Some people start complaining
“WTF is this 1999 music! Booo! This isn’t Skrillex or Snoop-Lion!!” Some jackasses complains
“Shut up! We need to bring back unce music in clubs!” Blue screams.
I have seen many people near the guest, but I can confess that I have not done it.
I want to say that Shuger T has something to do with this, therefore I think he is the prime suspect. CrustyClarinet is somewhat frightening to my eyes, doesn’t speak and doesn’t tip. That bastard.
However I cannot say that these people are truly the demise of all of us, as you all might suspect me for the strong will to leave. I just woke up here confused, and then people started to die one by one. I have seen this happen before.
Also, the keys to the doors won’t unlock for some reason after searching Chowz’s room. I also can’t open windows, break them, or do anything to the escape routes. However I have the keys to the roof, and also access to the wine and beer storage. Don’t ask me for the keys to the wine and beer storage room.
Let’s escape shall we? Finding out the killer by waiting for people to die is inhumane.
What if Chowz’ murder was planned all along? What if all the other murders was only a distraction?
Or maybe i’m just a speculating idiot.
Chowz’ murder could be planned, as not everyone liked him that much. Mark, how long do you think Chowz was laying there when you found him? If we know who wasn’t in the club area during that time, we could narrow the search to those people
OOC:Can’t we make this more interesting? dont kill me, though
Mark: I agree about the music, but those murders… in fact…
Heads upstairs with a few of the survivors, heads back to Chowz’s body. She kneels close to it, dips her fingers in the small pool of blood near it, and tastes it. She smacks her lips a bit, and nods.
Mark: He’s been dead for approximately forty-five minutes, and his body was dragged from somewhere else. So he wasn’t in his office when he died.
>Mark, Blue, lvl4, Mike, Barry, RM, Pat, and Ryan Santos are upstairs, checking the body
>everyone else is downstairs
>bartenders now hiding bottles of liquor
>other bouncers trying to break down door
>dweller is now in basement again, doing who knows what
>hobo eating a shoe
>Ann alone and quiet, dancing on stage
>doorman is now doing something
>tries to open front door
>succeeds, and opens door
>stands outside, and locks door again
>stands outside, guarding door
>from above the roof, danger looms
>a figure grabs a full bucket, and pours its contents down
>doorman Serious looks up
>and sees a large amount of a gray liquid pour down onto him
>the slop covers his face, and dries quickly, as he squirms until his last breath
>falls to ground, suffocated
>17 female dogs remain
Mark: You know… I just realized… the doorman may have the keys out of here… where is he?
Bacon, going back to the door to break it, but he witnesses Serious covered in something.
Holy s#!t! What the hell is happening to this place!
He intents to go and tell everyone, but this will cause chaos.
Instead, he goes to tell this to Mark.
lvl4: Oh shite. Why did I stop off here of all places?
lvl4 takes another look at Serious’ body
lvl4: Going back to the bar. If anyone needs me, I’ll be there. I need a drink or four…
The doorman collapses against the door he so closely guarded for so long. As his body props up the door, holding it closed, he falls characteristically silent.
Blue whispers to the strippers near him.
“Guys, we have to watch the Bartenders. I think one of them is the killer” Blue quietly says
“How do you know?” Query Pat and Ann
“Lets look at the facts:
1) They know everyone here
2) They are all fans of Samuel L Jackson
3) As bartenders, they can walk around without being noticed. Nobody watches the bartender at a club.
4) They know the layout of this building and have keys to the place. They can sneak everywhere and could have been the ones that locked the doors
5) The bartenders are trained to be observant and watchful of the crowd, they can spot when people are vulnerable.
6) Mike and Robotnik are freakishly quiet and secretive right now.
7) They hated Chowz as a boss.
8) They love using broken bottles as a weapon and they have lots of those. They are even trained in broken bottle club-self defense
9) even though we didn’t see them near Crow when he died, the bar wasnt that far away and they could have easily slipped in and out”
“That robotnik guy is especially suspect. He’s only been here for a short term and hides everything about himself”
“So what do we do?”
“Just watch them, we need more proof”
“What about the doorman, how could the bartenders have encased him in concrete?”
“No idea, maybe this is a joint effort.”
(OOC: Wasn’t Robotnik killed already?)
“I have a plan, Blue. Follow me.”
Pat walks to the center of the bar and sits in one of the stools.
“Will one of you guys get me a drink! I don’t care what it is as long as it has alcohol in it!”
I won’t give you a drink. If you get killed, I’ll be a suspect, and the killer would use that advantage to strike. That poor doorman… he didn’t harm anyone… why would the killer choose HIM?
“I’m having a real stressful night! Can someone just get me a damn drink?!”
“Yea, what he said!”
*continues punching the door*
(OOC: Wasn’t Robotnik killed already?)
OOC: List of people that have died so far
- Carno / Taur
- Ivan (you might have confused Ivan with Ivo, the latter being Robotnik)
- Pimp McChicken
- Crow (TheMagician)
- Serious Business
After inspecting the Chowz’ body upstairs, Mike heads back to the club area to see if the bartenders need help. He notices Blue, Pat and Lvl4 waiting on a drink, and Digoxin refusing to give them something to drink
Why won’t you give them something? We already checked all the liquor, they were all safe.
Mike checks the drinks again, after that, bringing some to the people waiting on it
Barry goes back downstairs, more alert than ever. I swear to god, when I find this guy, his face is going to look like a Picasso painting. Grasping his gun in its holster, he walks over to Digoxin. “Hey, pal, remember back when Chowz named me intern boss in case he couldn’t be there? I’m your boss now. Give them drinks.”
After waiting what seems like forever, Mike pours whiskey in a shot glass and hands it to Pat.
Pat takes a shot and places the glass right in front of him.
“Give me another.”
He runs behind Barry and hits him with his bat
Ryan: I AM YOUR BOSS. BRING ME YOUR VIRGINS.
Barry lies on the ground in pain. He tries to grab his gun. Ryan snatches it, runs to the bathroom and flushes it down the toilet.
Ryan: I’m not letting any guy that steals my weed to be my boss.
STOP!!!!!!!!! said SHUGER T as he pulls out tazor and shoots it on Ryan as he drops the bat now no attacking the employees and is the weed medical otherwise i’ll throw your ass out said SHUGER T ANSWER ME!!!!!! yelled SHUGER T Ryan still silent fine said SHUGER T as he grabs gun and bat
Ryan: (weakly) It’s medical since I have glaucoma…ow
“Oh goodie. Everyone break out in a fight why don’t ya?” Pat says as he takes another shot.
Ryan, have you lost your mind?!
Digoxin helps Barry get up
You can’t hit him just like that! Did he threaten you or something? At this rate, we’ll be dead in 2 hours. All of us!
Digoxin slaps Ryan
Joseph wakes up from a nap, and finds the doorman covered in cement, dead.
Joseph: I was trained in Psionic fighting. It was a success, but I rebelled, so the tests were kept under wraps.
Joseph phases through the wall, and back into the bar. Somehow, nobody notices this.
“I would go down to the sewers to get my gun back, but I’m not dealing with alligators right now. Thanks a lot, douchebag.” Barry flips the bird at Ryan and walks over to the bar.