Clue - IC (Signups Only)

[Harkback Union]

Bolded happens now.
15:00 - 16:00 Guests arrive. They stay in the study. (Day one)
16:00 - 19:00 Guests explore the mansion. (Day 2)
19:00 - 20:00 Dinner. (day 3)
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NO MURDERS BEFORE THIS LINE.
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20:00 - 21:00 NOT Investigating Mr. Bobby's murder. (day 4)
21:00 - 22:00 Bloodbath (day 5)
21:00 - 22:00 Spoiler

List of guests alive at Bubby Mansion:
Max Purpleborn - Max empire
Helena Collins - Jessjohnesik
Monsieur Damian Rousseau, esq. - Sentinel XV
Admiral Iros - Kadolha
Senor Sayyid - Absurrania
The Londoner - Lunas Legion
Mr. James - Jamessonia
Mistress Savan - Hyperion
Mr. V - Valrifell
Torque Lewith - United American Lands
Captain Saltketchup Mayo - Marsisian
Stupid Sherlock - Sovjet Union

Other Characters:
The Butler - The Butler
Chef - Me
Maid - Me
Mr. Bubby- Me

Here are the layout mansion: http://i.imgur.com/2sWxk4b.png
3rd floor: Attic
2nd floor: Guest rooms with bathrooms(lots of)
1st floor: The entrance leads to a large hall.
The hall leads to the Study, the library, the lounge, the kitchen, the billiard room and the music room. The The conservatory can be entered from the music room. At the end of the hall is a staircase which leads up to the 2nd and 3rd floor.
There is a wine cellar beneath the mansion.

Clue Murder RP - Rule Book

I. Time

-I./1. Every Real day equals 1 Hour in the Roleplay.

-I./2. During Important parts of the game, Time slows down. Players will take their action in turns. Every "Turn" equals about 5 seconds in the roleplay.

II. Private Actions

-I./1. Each character may visit Rooms, and search for clues. Every room has Items and furniture in it. If you decide to visit a room, drop me a telegram saying "Mr. V Visits Music Room" and I will reply to you what is inside. You may than interact with items.

-I./2. If you want to interact with an Item you discovered, You need to telegram me what you do. For instance, If you decide to pick up a Chandelier from the Music room, write Me a telegram saying "Mr. V Takes Chandelier from music room".

-I./3. If you want to attack others for any reason, The RP will switch to Bullet time mode. You will need to tell me in advance what your actions will be. "1. Mr. V moves to hall 2. Mr. V Goes upstairs 3. Mr. V enters Sayyid's room. 4. Mr. V Hides Behind door and Waits for Sayyid."
You dont need use the form provided above.

-I./4. You can also search rooms or people for clues. You are more likely to find hard evidence if you also tell me what you are looking for.

Important. Private actions will be posted by my account. Your character will stay hidden unless he or she is discovered. If anyone sees you while you are conducting a private action, I will telegram the witness your Identity.

III. Public Actions
If there are many people around you, you do not need to telegram me about your actions. You simply need to post them on the IC thread and I will reply the results. You still need to take turns in bullet time.

Example Murder:
When Sayyid Enters his room, Mr. V makes an attempt on his life. RP enters bullet time. Mr. V Starts with a one turn advantage for being hidden.

Turn one: Mr. V strikes Sayyid with the Chandelier, (will throw with dice for results) Injuring Sayyid.

Turn two: Mr. V strikes again while Sayyid decides to shout "HELP". (They will all telegram me their actions). Sayyid Dies.
After turn two, The following post will appear on the IC thread: "HELP" - shouted a man on the 2nd floor.
Now all the characters in the mansion will enter bullet time. They can choose to rush to the scene or try to find others. Until at least 3 people find each other, they may not make public posts about their actions.

Turn 3: The Crowd in the Lounge moves to the hall, Helena cautiously descends from the attic to the 2nd floor. Mr V. Leaves Sayyid's room. (The people in the crowd post public actions, Helena and Mr. V telegram me their actions.) At the end of turn three, Helena sees Mr. V. Moving about.

Turn 4. Mr. V uses a secret passage to disappear, Helena decides to follow him (she will be always one room behind in movement), The crowd goes upstairs and Finds Helena. They restrain her.

Turn 5. The crowd decides to search the rooms and they find Sayyid's body. Mr. V exits the secret passage and arrives in the kitchen.

One cold evening, you receive a letter. It says:

Greetings and Salutations. Mr. Bubby, owner of the estate, has recently died, and for unknown reasons, you have been included in his will. As such, you are invited to the estate for dinner, activities, and at Noon the day after, the reading of the will. We hope to see you, and that you get to the Bubby Estate safely.
-Head Servant Steven


Besides the letter you find Instructions on how to get to the mansion, a plane ticket and some cash. You pack your things and prepare for the journey.

A Few Days Later

1953 - Somewhere in New England.



After a day travel, you arrive at the mansion in a taxi. You can barely see anything in the rain. The Butler opens the door of the cab and gives you an umbrella. He leads you inside, takes off your coat, escorts you to the Study and asks you to stay there until the other guests arrive... before closing the door behind you.
You are now in the room with a bunch of strangers. Inside the study there is bar, a desk, some bookshelves, a set of Chairs and sofas and a locked cabin.

[Absurrania]

Senor Sayyid sat in his seat, rather relaxed at the warmth of the room, and tired from the long journey. He was however, puzzled at his invitation to the mansion, and at the strange reception he received. The weather did little to help. He had not packed a raincoat, just some shirts, suit jackets, trench coats, pants, fedoras, shoes, and socks. Even now he wore a full suit with a trench coat on top. Senor Sayyid was one to stay on track and almost nothing could scare him, but the errie lighting of the room sent shivers up his spine.

[Clue Butler]

~Butler~

"Ah, what a lovely night," says Reginald as he looks out of one of the many windows. It was a dreary, rainy night. The sound of the rain could be heard from the inside as it fell onto the roof and onto the ground outside. He knew that the guests would be arriving and got ready to receive them. They would all be going into the Study to begin with. Some had already arrived while others were still arriving.

[Hyperion]

Savan smiled, walking into the study room. "Hello, Sayyid. I remember you, from 5 years ago." She laughed, and sat down. "Como Estas, Senor?" Her teeth shimmered, and she looked fondly at Sayyid, as if remembering old times of joy and finery.

[Marsisian]

The Mansion


Captain Mayo came in sleepily and groggy. He went straight for the bar, though. He poured a glass of wine and sat down, drinking it. He looked, and found another man. "Captain Saltketchup Mayo at your service, chap! I was born in Britain, raised in the United States, served in the British Army, and fought in two wars. What's your name?"

[Hyperion]

Savan looked at the Captain with eyes of interest. She stood up, and shook his hand. "Hello, Captain Mayo. I am Mistress Savan, and I take it you are a man of great strength and power-I take it it is the same in bed?" She asked jokingly, her mouth forming a smile as she giggled with a soft, velvet voice.
"Either way, it is a pleasure to meet you, Captain." She turned around to sit back down, but before sitting, said,"And nice moustache. I love goatees, though, not moustaches."

[Absurrania]

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Savan smiled, walking into the study room. "Hello, Sayyid. I remember you, from 5 years ago." She laughed, and sat down. "Como Estas, Senor?" Her teeth shimmered, and she looked fondly at Sayyid, as if remembering old times of joy and finery.

"How could not, Mistress Savan? I rather missed our old adventures down in the Amazon jungles. 'Tis a shame that we had to part ways so early." replied Senor Sayyid.
How could I not remember you? Three best and worst weeks of my life.... he secretly thought to himself.

The Mansion
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Captain Mayo came in sleepily and groggy. He went straight for the bar, though. He poured a glass of wine and sat down, drinking it. He looked, and found another man. "Captain Saltketchup Mayo at your service, chap! I was born in Britain, raised in the United States, served in the United States Marine Corps, and fought in two wars. What's your name?"

"Ah, my name is Senor Sayyid. I used to be a Captain in a militia, but that's a rather different story my friend" replied Senor Sayyid as he watched the new man carefully as Mistress Savan introduces herself to him. Alcohol and seepiness were two very dangerous mixtures. So were Mistress Savan and men...

He's slightly more tanned and usually doesn't wear the garb on his head too much as it get's caught in things too much for his taste.(It's called an Imama.)

[Marsisian]

Captain Mayo quickly figured out what was happening and silently and quickly got away from the two people he was talking to. "Whew, thank god. Sometimes it's just a little too much." Then he found a couch and laid down, being tired from the walking and cab ride. But suddenly, when he was finally falling asleep, he woke up after only 30 seconds of sleep.

[Absurrania]

"Well, it's been a long night. I think I shall just close my eyes for now and catch some winks of sleep." said Senor Sayyid, praying the Mistress would still be preoccupied with the Captain. But as soon as he closed his eyes, he could feel her smile stretching across her pretty face.

[Hyperion]

Savan sighed, sitting down near the Captain, out of Sayyid's hearing range. She looked at Sayyid, her eyes looking sad. "Senor Sayyid was the best thing that ever happened to me, I regret not finding out what he was doing behind my back, mabye then we could of been more."
She asked a servant for some red wine, and sipped on it slowly. In a sad voice, she said,"I always have tried looking for another man since him, but they all end up leaving after 3 minutes, scared of the fact my father is a CEO of a huge company."

[Marsisian]

During the night, the Captain woke up and ate a piece of pie that he smuggled in. Then he put his sword away. "I can't believe I was sleeping with this cumbersome thing on me..." Then he turned the lamp on and started to read a book.

[Absurrania]

Senor Sayyid pondered over his last adventure with the Mistress as he pretended to sleep.
We could've been a hell of a lot more...We could've had a good future. But her eyes are simply too wandering... he thought with remorse as he remembered having to officially put an end to their never official unoficcial relationship back in the Amazon jungle.
Then again, I'm not one to sleep around before marriage. And three weeks with Savan was like living hell for such a noble cause.

[Marsisian]

In the night, the Captain decided to wake up and grab a book. "Now which book shall I read?" He picked a book about the history of World War One. "Shame i couldn't participate in the war. I was born in 1918, the last year of the war." He started the book.

[Hyperion]

Sighing, Savan sat down in a chair next to Sayyid, and sat silently, before saying,"Mabye one day we could hook up again. But alas, he isn't that into it, I think." She looked at Sayyid, smiling. "No, he wouldn't be." She sighed, and looked around the study. That bastard of a man. Nonetheless, mabye we could hook up together again...and have some fun.

[Marsisian]

He tried to bring the book back to the couch silently, but he accidentally kicked a bottle. "Damn it all!" Then he tripped and fell on his back. "This is bloody ridiculous!" Finally, he just stopped.

[Sentinel XV]

The steady hum of a Rolls Royce town car barely made its presence known over the throbbing sheets of rain and the sporadic claps of thunder as it pulled up into the Bubby Estate. Its driver was a man dressed in much the same fashion as the Butler who approached the car with an umbrella, but the man in the back seat was dressed in a fine suit made by what one could only assume was a very expensive tailor. With a click, the door opened at the Butler's touch and the aforementioned man stepped out of the town car and into the chilly thunderstorm outside. Nodding to the Butler, the two of them would make their way up to the foyer of the Mansion, huddled close under the dry expanse of the umbrella. Straightening his suit as he entered into the main hall, off went the man's long overcoat -- taken by the Butler to be hung up next to several others. The man was then directed into what he recognized to be a sort of study, although it was a far cry from the study that he kept at his own estate in Paris.

Pausing for a moment at the doorway, the man -- one Damian Rousseau -- surveyed the people already gathered there with a pensive expression, but it soon dissipated into the pleasing facade that was Rousseau's trademark. Seating himself in a large armchair, he produced a pack of Gauloises cigarettes from his suit coat pocket, raising it to his lips and lighting it with a beautifully engraved silver flip lighter. Returning those items back to whence the came, he took a long drag before looking back to those other people in the room.

"Bonjour," he said in a suave, thick French accent, "monsieurs, mademoiselle, I believe that introductions are in order. I am Monsieur Damian Rousseau."

[Absurrania]

Senor Sayyid opened his eyes to meet the newcomer, whose French Accent was thick, and the smell of cigar thicker. Sayyid despised cigarretes.
"Good to meet you my friend. I am Senor Sayyid."

[Marsisian]

Captain Mayo stood up off the floor, and walked toward him. He noticed he was French from his accent. "Captain Saltketchup Mayo at your service, mister Rousseau."

[Hyperion]

Savan smiled, standing up to greet the man. "Ah, pleasure to meet you, Monsieur. Bonjour, comment allez-vous?" She saw his ciggarettes and smiled. "Excellent taste, although cigars are better. And, you could of washed the smell out like I do." She offered him a glass of red wine, smiling. "Try some, it's amazing. I can't figure out if it's Vermouth, Port, or Chenin Blanc."

[Sentinel XV]

"Yes," replied Damian with a curt nod, "a pleasure to meet you all, as well."

Turning then to the lady, he flashed a slight smile and took the glass with a dip of the head. Running the rim of it just under his nose, he pulled in its rich aroma, swirling the red liquid around in its glass prison. Sipping from it, he nodded a few times, savoring the flavor, and then put the glass down and looked to Savan.

"Bordeaux," he said with a slight air of reserve, "you can tell by the notes of blackcurrant, cedarwood, and green pepper. Not my fancy, if I might say, but I must say that I find your tastes.. elegant, if I might be so bold."

[Marsisian]

Then, Captain Mayo sat down and drank some coffee. "This stuff is much better than what we had in the war, I can promise you that." Then he looked in his bag and found multiple things. He found a Japanese Army cap, a German helmet, and his grandfather's British Army uniform. "Ah, those were good times. The times when there were people to be dealt with."

[Absurrania]

Senor Sayyid couldn't help but feel a small pang of jealousy as he saw Savan flirt with yet another man, in front of his very eyes.

"Urgh. I need some coffee, and a good book." he said as he went over to pour himself a nice hot cup. Going to the bookshelfs, he spotted an interesting edition.
"Sun Tzu's Art of War, eh? Interesting." he said as he grabbed the book and sat down, opening it to start reading. He could still hear Savan giggling with that Frenchman. He already felt sick.

[Marsisian]

He sat down in the chair, and started reading the book. "1914....Assassin kills Franz Ferdinand.....Germany declares war.......1915....battle....." Then, he got a cup of coffee.

He was bored of the book already. He still looked for things in his bag.

[Hyperion]

Savan blushed, and giggled to herself. "Thank you, Damian. You are indeed an expert of wines and alcohols." She smiled, and motioned to his cigarettes. "May I have one?"

[Sentinel XV]

"Of course, mademoiselle," he replied with a smile, "I'd be a fool indeed to slight such a beautiful woman."

Slipping the pack of Gauloises and, with a deft motion, flipped it open with his thumb. Sliding one of the slender cigarettes forward, he proffered the end of the pack to Savan. When she took it, he would then replace the pack and produce his engraved lighter. With a flick of the wrist, the top portion would swing back on its hinge and its flame would flicker to life. Holding the tip of the spout to the edge of the cigarette, Damian lit it and then returned the lighter to its place.

"There, all better now, I trust?"