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As I try to make my way to MasterBurner I hear everyone in the bar screaming follow by a stampede of frightened patrons rushing towards me in a attempted to reach the exits. "OH SHIT!"

I then quickly move out of the way of all the other patrons making sure that not only do I trip and get trample by the panic mob, but I also keep a tight grip on the cloth, so that way I don't lose it. I then spend the next few minutes dodging scared patron after scared patron until, either be the flow of synchronicity or just plain dumb luck I stopped at the spot where Carno and Taur bodies were.

"What, another murder! I knelt down and check on the victims pockets to find any identification on to who they were Let's see, form there licences the two of them were brothers and seeing that one of them was a software developer they were most likely patrons here. I then check they're bodies to see what was the cause of death "Hmm it appears that the victims were stabbed at the chest. What… there's something on there back. * I turn the victim's bodies over to find similar stab wounds on there backs.* "What the… the killer also stabbed them in the back as well as on the chest! How the the hell did no one saw that! (On less, the killer used a knife larger enough to impale them…) That's it, the killer used a large knife like a machete to impale them. But why? what reason would he have to target them? It doesn't matter now, right now what's important is to find out the first victims name. Once I do, all the other piece to completing the ritual will be much easier and then, assuming nothing goes wrong, I might start having some answers into what's going on.

I then see Blues and Bacon arguing "Perfect one the male workers is not to far off from were I am. Maybe I can get some answers from him." I then begin walking to were the two of them are, Hoping that they can give me something to work with

OOC: I like to mention now that I'm completely new to role playing. So if you see me changing how I act, It's because I'm still trying to find out which style I'm more comfortable with. So, sorry in advance for be a newbie

As Blue waited for Bacon to answer his question, he spots Crow in the corner of his eye sifting through the nearby bodies.

"Hey, what are you doing? Are you looting that guy?"

The moment I heard Blues call me out on the fact that I was near the bodies I put the cloth gently down, that in Blues point of view still looks like a wine bottle thanks to the spell I cast and raised both my hands up

OH sorry about that, I didn't mean to make you guys think that I was stealing from them. The names Crow, I'm a private investigator and I just stumbled across these two unfortunate souls when I was trying to dodge the other patrons. I was checking to see who they were and what was the cause of death. I think the killer might have used a machete.

imposable I check every one of them says SHUGER T "well you made an mistake then" replied crow "now who did you not check" crow said the strippers and everyone else that worked there answered SHUGER T "ah" said crow what said SHUGER T "the killer may be an worker" said crow

"… That's it!"

" I was sending so much time thinking that the killer was someone who had little to no connections to the bar itself that I never once stopped and thought, that maybe the killer actually worked here!" I then grabbed SHUGER T's hand and began to shake it

Thank you kind sir, for helping me to find the missing piece of the puzzle. But the night is still young and this puzzle is far from compete. You! I point to Blues I need you to bring all the workers of the bar here along with all the witnesses of the first crime scene. * I say all this while I put the cloth that I was carrying with me on to a table. But for some reason the cloth opened up, causing it to spill all the things I was carrying on to the table. Both SHUGER T and Blues start looking at me with utter confusion on what they saw* …. Just ignore that and bring everyone I mention here.

OOC: Yeah I put the music here cause I was using it while I was typing this comment and for me at least, it helped on setting up the mood for that scene.

Everyone notices the bodies of Carno and Taur, and all happy activity ceases and is replaced by panic.
Mark: Well, that didn't do shit.
Notices Crow barking orders…

so she thwacks him upside the head with a slap.
Mark: I'm the dominant one here, not you.
Turns to Blue.
Mark: Gather everyone here, dear.
Blue gives an expression of indifference to Crow's injury, and follows through. He gathers every employee at the bar. Mark turns to the voyeurs, hobo, basement dweller, and doorman. But someone is still missing…
Mark: Where the hell is the owner!?
Everyone murmurs in confusion and denial. Mark sighs, and reaches into her duffel bag, pulling out a Taser gun.
Mark: Stay here… I'll be back.
Goes off into upper floor of club to investigate.

>hums songs to self as she walks
>passes by a room labeled VIP
>curious, she enters
>finds a door on the wall to another room, as well as a lovely, plush bed inside, with pillows to match
>on the table are lotions and oils
>no one here, though
>shrugs, and leaves room
>passes through hall
>comes across dick shaped plant and finds the owner's quarters
>enters
>looks around to find a desk, tables, and individual stripper pole inside
>seeing nothing at first, she shrugs, and turns to leave
>then hears a faint dripping noise
>ears twitch, and she turns back to the room
>she looks behind the desk…
>and finds Chowz, impaled by a broken bottle of Jager in his neck, with a note on him reading "I'm such a terrible boss, lel…"

>shakes her head, and finds a file atop the desk
>reads through it, and nods
>takes it with her downstairs and back to the crowd.
>Ages 21 and Under remain…

Mark: Well, folks, the owner's dead…
Everyone le gasps, and people mutter about suspicions. Mark simply thinks to herself… a gay club started in memorial of some male spouse named Derpson… why do I find that wrong? She turns to all of them, ready to ask questions.
Mark: He was killed by a bottle of Jager. Who here had Jager?
Everyone raises their hands.
Mark: …

This is gonna be a long night…

The deaths from this killer, most humiliating.

look it's an worker ok says SHUGER T is there anything else "well it says he's a terrible boss" replied mark who here all thinks that Chowz is a terrible boss? asks SHUGER T "what good will that do?" asked mark while pinching SHUGER T's shoulder an crime show technine answers SHUGER T

Jager? Well, I had one tonight, but I mainly drink Rolling Rock. Barry turns his cap backwards. Y'need help with finding this guy, uh… Mark? That's a weird name for a chick, but whatever…

"Shit the manger is dead! Damn it I wanted ask him some questions." One of the bouncers turns to me "What sort of questions were you going to ask the boss about?" Said the bouncer

"Oh, that a client of mines, who claims to have been a former bartender who worked here told me that he quit his job because of… well let's just say strange disturbances that has been happening here." I then turn my gaze to the bodies of Carno and Taur

"But considering what's happening now, I don't see a reason to continue that investigation. In fact, once the killer is caught I'm taking the first bus out of Detroit."

I have lots of guns but i did'nt brought them. It's in my house but we can't get outside.
Bacon said to Blue.

The news of Chowz passing shocked Blue to know that the killer is still loose and heavily intent on destroying everyone…the fact that his intense, demanding and unfairly paying boss was now dead…a little less shocking.

Staying focus on the subject on hand, Blue addressed the crowd

"We need to think about getting the doors open…" Blue declared to the crowd of people now in the middle of the club

"…man of all the clubs in town, we just had to be in the one with no windows…look for something we can use to batter the doors down"

People look around. There really aren't many options. The tables? The bar stools? Too weak to beat down the heavy front doors. The pool table? Bolted to the ground. An aura of confusion still looms over the club.

Blue was tempted to think this killer had a motive. The death of Chowz certainly suggested one. Maybe it was one of the employees. Could it have been one of his fellow strippers? Has anyone seen Randomman, Pat or Ann lately? Where have they gone and why aren't they here? All of them hated the manager…but then again, why would any of them kill Dac? All of the strippers were close friends…with benefits.

And why kill Carno and Taur right in front of everyone? That seems completely random. Did they get in the way? Was it a stunt to prove prowess? Or maybe this killer has no motive and just wants to kill us all at any given opportunity?

All Blue knew for certain is that wherever this guy is, he's probably lurking in the side rooms and storage rooms. That's where Chowz was last…

I'm dead.

I think it's time we got ourselves some kind of defense, seeing as how this pseudo detective only brought her taser.
After tinkering a bit with alcohol and a fire extinguisher, Digoxin made a home made flamethrower.
Ugh… this thing gives me goosebumps for some reason…

Does anyone here has bottles of alchohol, something cloth and a lighter?
Bacon asked, with the intent to destroy the door.
Sounds like a bad idea.
Blue said.
Bacon however, remembers that Carno had a gun on him before getting killed.
He looks for it in his corpse, but he failed to find it.
sigh

Pat, now wearing jeans and a leather jacket, walks out of the backstage and approaches Blue.

“Pat, where have you been?” asks Blue.

“I figured the show was over because of the dead bodies so I put my clothes back on.” Pat says. “Aren’t you gonna change too?”

“Nah, I’m comfortable the way I am.” Blue says.

“I see. So what’d I miss?” Pat asks.

Mark looks over at Pat and says “Your boss Chows was killed.”

Pat shouts “What?! He was killed? Who killed him?”

“I don’t know yet." Mark looks around the room, "Anyone here could be the murderer.”

I go back to the table where I left all the random junk that I spent collecting. I sat down and do my best attempt at a Gendo Pose while I think over the recent events.

"With the owner down for the count that makes four victims now." "Though the idea is screwed up there is a bright side to this, I actually know the names of the three victims, but if my theory on Carno and Taur being impaled from the back by a machete is true, then they didn't have a chance to see the killer. And from what I've seen from the other workers, Chowz might not have been the best boss in the world."

"So in conclusion, if I attempt to do the necromancy ritual as it currently is now. I'll be stuck between summoning the departed spirits of two brothers who probably aren't even aware of the fact that they were killed, let alone know the identity on who killed them. And on the other hand I can raise a terrible boss back from the dead. "Augh, I could waste more of my time tiring to find a way to make the ritual work but in the end it will just cause more victims to pile up. Feeling depressed about the problem that I'm currently stuck in, I take out the same coin I had out earlier and started to roll it across my knuckles again "Hm. I'm surprise that those two workers took the fact that they saw actual magic in front of them pretty well." "I really do hope that they keep that as a secret between them and nobody else."

Ryan: The bartender's always give anyone who has a drink a Jager beforehand. That might mean that the one of the bartenders themselves could've done it since they have an extra bottle. That saying, that this wasn't a suicide, which I highly doubt with these situations.

Hey detective lady, you better catch that motherfucking killer, 'cause less people alive means less people to serve me my goddamn chicken. And I am not dealing with that SHIT!

Mark: Actually, the taser was only a means of incapacitation…
Reaches into duffel bag, and pulls out two revolvers. Both are .44 Magnums, and she turns to all the patrons, workers, and other people.

Mark: Right… this is how things are gonna work. I'm going to have all of you continue doing what you were doing before. That includes stripping, bartending, patroning, doormanning, hoboing, basement dwelling, and whatever else you were doing earlier. As I see it, the killer won't come out until he… or maybe she…
Glances to MasterBurner.
Mark: Thinks the coast is clear. So go now!
Everyone is extremely confused, but follow orders. Mark takes the duffel bag with her into the ladies bathroom, locks the door, and opens the bag. She pulls out three outfits inside bags; a white blouse with a black vest and dark blue pants labeled "bartender," a red dress with matching gloves labeled "civilian," and a skimpy black bikini set labeled "performer." She picks up the bartender one, and changes her clothes to them.
Mark: Don't ask why, but this somehow always fools 'em.
Walks out of bathroom and heads back into club as a new bartender.

>heads behind bar
>takes orders of the patrons
>pours drinks happily, each liquor from the bar left unattended when she left

>expertly carries many glasses of liquor in her hands and arms
>dispenses them to each customer, much to their satisfaction
>observes dancers performing, and notices one is missing
>Wait… Ann, Blue, Pat… who else?
>RM…
>looks around, and sees him heading upstairs into VIP Lounge
>hehehe… thought he was dead
>last customer at the bar
>hands him the drink
>he nods in happiness, and drinks it in one gulp
>smacks lips and sighs in relief
>Ivan's head falls over seconds later onto the table with a slam

>Mark stares in confusion, and checks around the table for anything
>only finds the liquor, and she sniffs it
>ammonia…
>20 dubious virtues remain.

Mark: Great… another death.
Checks the body for anything, and finds yet another note.
Mark: "It's chemistry, bitch, can ya dig it?"

Mark: Who the hell is imitating Samuel L. Jackson?
Turns to everyone, who has noticed Ivan's dead body.
Mark: OK… we're looking now for a fan of Samuel L. Jackson. Anybody got any clues as to who it is?

Back up on the dance floor, Blue saw some guy flop over on the bar counter. The detective…who for some reason is now a bartender…immediately investigates.

Though he cannot hear what she's saying due to the music restarting, she makes no promising signs and it is safe to assume the worst. But Blue doesn't want to think about that right now.

He tries to distract himself by continuing to dance and think to himself "Maybe he's just collapsed from too much Whiskey and a rough day…hehe…yea sure…we've all had a rough day now haven't we…oh gawd that's an understatement" Blue ponders

"OK… we're……………….. fan of Samuel L. Jackson. Anybody …………………. is?" Blue vaguely hears Mark say.

"Did she just say she's a fan of Samuel L Jackson?" Blue thinks to himself. "Yay! I love Samuel. L Jackson too! EVERYONE is a fan of Samuel L Jackson! Hell, we even have the Samuel L. Jackson happy hour where we serve the 'Snake on a plane' margarita special. This whole club is filled with Samuel L Jackson fans. Mark would fit in just fine in this crowd"

But while Blue dances in his motherfucken happy place on this motherfucken dance floor, the truth is that he is terrified. With all these people dropping like flies; terrified.

And to make it worse, he doesn't know what scares him more.

…The fact that he could be next at any given moment?

…Or the fact that the next song will prompt him to take off the jockstrap…but…well…lets just say that the chilling murder scenes cause some shrinkage

Ryan: Um… Okay.
He returns to his office upstairs, being extra careful to lock the door so no one else comes in.
Ryan: Well at least there isn't any music to disturb me from the audits.

Bacon goes to the bar to get a drink.
I'll have a shot.
He notices the corpse.
He thought to himself.
Ugh, who the hell is this guy? Is he dead? Nah, he just drank to much.

Pat is back dancing on the stage. He’s having a hard time concentrating because of all the deaths, so he tries to keep his mind on other things.

Why are there so many dudes here and only two women in this club tonight? I hate dancing for guys, especially ones that don’t tip well.

Pat hears a big SLAM and looks to see what it is. One of the customers has fallen on a table.

Ha! He’s so wasted. God, I could use some alcohol myself.

Ok… we bartenders are prime suspects now. What should we do, detective? Ignore him? Or shall we start investigating? This killer is pretty smart, he could do this all night. Maybe he's made preparations before we even got here.

Digoxin, did you perhaps see someone near the drinks while the detective was bringing around the stuff? That's probably the only moment someone else than we and Ivo (Robotnik) could reach them

I don't remember anyone other than us. However, if you think it was me or Robotnik, however, think twice. The killer found a way to sneak into other rooms, stab not one, but TWO people in the middle of this sausage fest, and got Dac somehow.
I would think detective Mark is behind all this, since this bloodbath started as soon as she arrived. But I won't, because this is merely a flashback.
Mike and Mark looked at Digoxin.
What?
Digoxin just looked back at Mark for a few seconds before turning to his drinks.

I stop rolling my coin as I get up and walk away from the table "Great they put the music back on and it's has loud as ever." I keep on walking as I get more and more irritated be the loud volume of the music "Seriously can they make it any louder! Granted, I'm guilty when it comes to listening to loud music. But this, this is fucking ridiculous. Also the fact that I'm having a hard time concentrating on what should be my next because of it isn't helping much"

As I keep on going, I walk to where Mike, Digoxin, and Mark are at. I stop moving when some how I manage to over hear what they were saying. "What someone did something with all the drinks!" I recall back in horror all the times I drank in here "Now now Crow relax, if the drinks were tampered with then it means that the killer did it just now and not when the club opened. But still…" I look at all the patrons that are drinking "If the drinks are poisoned now then that means I have to tell everyone to stop drinking. But if I do, then I'll start a panic.""Damned if I do, Damned if I don't, thoughts are my choices"

I look at the coin that I still have in my hand "Let's have lady luck decide on my choices then" I Flipped the coin and decided that if it lands on tails, then I tell everyone about the poison drinks. but, if it lands on heads I stay quit. The coin lands on my hand and I cover it. As I pull back the hand that covers the coin I see that it landed on tails "So that's how it is." I then start running towards the stage, yelling as loud I could that the drinks were laced with poison

hey said SHUGER T as he jumped to tackle him "the drinks are laced with poison we'll all die" said the confused crow when the drinks are poisoned asked SHUGER T "when you're opened why" answered crow it's a bartender but who said SHUGER T…..

"Poisoned drinks?! Goddamn!" Barry picks up his shot glass and hurls it at a wall, shattering in into thousands of tiny pieces.

He proceeds to grab a Glock from his holster and fires it toward the ceiling. "I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS SHIT!" he yells.

Proceeding to point the gun towards the crowd of people, he continues, "Whoever the fuck is causing all of this, get your ass up right now." As expected, no answer. Son of a bitch.

>Pops head down from the stairs.
>"Hey! Easy there space cowboy! You nearly hit both me and my customer!"
>Head disappears into the ceiling again.

So, the drinks are poisoned, huh? This is why I always bring my own drinks.
She digs around in her bag and pulls out a bottle of water, takes a sip and then closes it and puts it back in her bag.
Ugh, this is why I'm moving out of Detroit, at least, if I make it out of here alive.
She flips through her sketchbook, the most recent pictures being of the various deaths that have happened. She then sketches the death-scene of Ivo, because she does not really want to look at the strippers.

runs to the door and desperately tries to break it with a chair

does what Crusty is doing

You know, Barry… we could use that gun of yours to open the door. Why didn't you think of that before?

listens to crusty's knocks and hums a harmony to it

"That's it, I give up!", shouts Kurt Foxwell while throwing himself through the basement door into the main room, beaten, bloodied and obviously unbathed.
As fast as a desperate crack addict, he pulls a gun from his crotch holster and blows his head, clean off!

Everyone is in shock at this turn of events, and then suddenly everyone says together,
"Who the fuck was that guy?"

First Barry fires a gun in the room for no goddam reason, making everyone think the killer is at it again.

Then this guy comes out and blows himself away which seals the confusion and terror

The club erupts into pure unadulterated chaos once again. Screams echo. Accusations rolls. Fingers point. Fists start flying. Chairs flip. Tables tip. Rioters stampede. The whole plan is ruined

Blue tells people to calm down from the stage. He fails.

"Oh god, I don't even know what's going on anymore!?" Blue cries out in despair

The music changes.

"DAMMIT! Oh to hell with it!!"

Blue takes off his jockstrap and throws it at the rioting patrons. It lands squarely in Digoxins face

Naked Blue storms off to the backstage to get away from the chaos. On the way, he prompts Pat to follow so he's not alone. Someone could look at the two bare strippers sneaking off to the backstage and insert a homoerotic joke but Blue is too upset to care.

DAMMIT BLUE!!!
The entire club was consumed by noise and madness.
The killer could use THIS moment to make his next move.
Digoxin's words were unnoticed, and the noise continued…

"I know how you feel, Blue. I wish they were all dead."

"No, it's not that it's just…."

"Wait….what?"

"Uh….nothing. Forget what I just said."

A the entire bar descents into utter chaos I just stand there. Staring at my coin with utter hatred "You do realize that this is all your fault right." as I say those words to the coin that helped cause this chaos I was then stroke by feeling of utter malice and rage directed towards me. I look around to see who were giving me those vibes and the two closest people I can find were both Barry and Mark. I then shake the back of my head while chuckling. "Ah shit, it two looks like those two want to kill me before the killer could." I then clapped my hands loudly "Right then, it looks like I'll being hiding for quite a while… or at least until they cool they're heads down." I then ran to where Crusty and Atraps are. As an attempted to hide from both the pissed off bouncer and detective

A very long and awkward silence surrounds Pat and Blue backstage.

….

….

….

It was very long

this is getting boring, lel

OOC:
@ Blue
Not as long as… no, wait, too predictable… wink wink, nudge nudge

Mark: Well, seems those two strippers had grown of the crowd.
Sees Barry using a gun, so she grabs the gun forcefully, pulls the magazine out, takes out all the bullets, and hands it back to him.
Mark: Next time that happens, I shoot you in the crotch.
Notices Kurt Foxwell putting a gun to his head. Mark raises an eyebrow but says nothing.
Mark: Do it… do it…
Kurt's only response…


Mark: Knew it.
Turns to Atraps and Crusty
Mark: You ain't gonna open those doors… they're made of bullet proof glass. I would know…
Stops.
Mark: Crow! Stop hiding!
With all this chaos, it's hard to think straight… lel… "straight…" stop it! Mark gets an idea, and heads upstairs.

>chaos in the club
>or maybe an orgy…
>…
>nope! clothes are still mostly on
>Crusty and Atraps trying to escape
>bartenders checking all drinks
>Blue and Pat standing naked together awkwardly
>Ann dancing naked onstage
>patrons vary from watching to pacing back and forth to panicking
>VIP still dancing with customer
>wait!? what customer!?
>save that for later >:(
>MasterBurner drawing
>doorman is standing still, gazing at people
>hobo is dancing drunkedly
>dweller is f*cking a fish's brains out

>bouncers are watching over carefully
>and Pimp McChicken has a huge drumstick sticking out of his mouth as he lays lifelessly on the floor of the male bathroom…
>oh wait…
>19 bad boys… and girl, remain

Bullet proof doors? What kind of idiot makes bullet proof doors?
He said.
Good thing those aren't fist proof!
He punches the door.

Mike taps Digoxin's shoulder, and points towards Atraps, who is furiously punching the door. They both palm their faces.

He gets tired of puncing the door, instead starting kicking it

Meanwhile Blue and Pat have broken the silence with a little stripper smalltalk…you know, the kind of things strippers talk about

"Those new rip-off pants are really comfortable aren't they?" Says pat

"I agree, plus I love the new velcro design they use. They don't snag on the poles like the old ones did" Blue replies

Blue and Pat come out from backstage after noticing things have calmed down a bit. Detective Mark managed to settle the crowd. Also the random basement guy apparently isn't dead

"Huh. I could have sworn he shot himself…Maybe his first shot missed somehow" Blue pondered

People were now starting to check weapons in the middle of the club and tend to bruises having now called a massive club-wide truce…apparently a lot of people have brought concealed weapons in here! Only now is this becoming apparent. It's a mystery the club didn't become a showdown earlier

The amount of armed civilians explains why the killer is so crafty, killing only when nobody is watching. This makes Blue think "Who here could know so much about the people and the club to be able to sneak around like a ninja and move/assassinate without being noticed?"

Names do come to mind.

Certainly someone who works here…and knows a lot of people…

…Blue didn't want to suspect his own friends…but his suspicion was growing stronger by the moment…

His thoughts are broken by somebody calling out across the club from the mens toilets: Announcing the discovery of yet another body. It's that pimp…nobody mourns. Patrons go back to planning, bartenders go back to drinks and Ann keeps swinging his schlong in the breeze on-stage

Blue decides to make an announcement to the patrons around: "People, from now on we should not go alone! We travel in pairs…even going…ESPECIALLY when going to the bathroom!"

The response is bleak and disgruntled. Finally Mark gets up and retorts back at Blue

"Hey you! Barebutt! Get back up there and DANCE! I wanna see that booty MOVE!" she orders angrily.

"How is that supposed to help in a time of crisis?" Blue wonders. But eventually he decides it will help reduce the violent tension in the building and he complies with the request. Marks scorn, quickly reverses