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Post by Lord Caspen » Tue Jun 01, 2010 10:17 pm

I agree unreservedly. Thank you very much for putting these together. Worth. The. Wait. :)
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Post by TheBilliardRoom » Wed Jun 02, 2010 5:29 am

Miss Russet and Mr. Blizzard sat in the ship's lounge, enjoying each other's company.

"It's been ages since I just sat with someone," Miss Russet commented. "No conversation or anything, just peaceful silence..."

"Me too," Mr. Blizzard said. Not since before I started fencing at a champion level... he thought to himself. They sat in silence for a little longer, before it was broken by the crackle of a PA system.

"Crystal-Rose Russet to the dining room, please," a voice said. "Miss Crystal-Rose Russet to the dining room."

"Crap!" Miss Russet exclaimed, startling Mr. Blizzard when she grabbed his wrist and looked at his watch. Fortunately he wore it on his real arm, otherwise his prosthetic arm probably would have been torn out. "My shift started half an hour ago! I have to go!" She stood up and rushed away.

"Er... bye," Mr. Blizzard said to her retreating figure.

[Cue ProfessorSvestka]

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Post by ProfesorSvestka » Wed Jun 02, 2010 7:51 pm

As Miss Russet burst through the doors to the dining room, she nearly collided with small plump-ish woman on her way to her table. After the young lady apologized profusely and sped away, Mrs. Angela Mandarin quietly seated herself and prepared to enjoy a wonderful meal. Granted, every meal could be judged wonderful by Angela, largely due to the fact that she wasn't cooking them. Every since her last employer, a man by the name of Boddy, died suddenly Mrs. Mandarin had been free to do whatever she pleased. And not just because Boddy was dead, but because he also left her a sizable inheritance in his will. Angela had been traveling the world ever since, learning haute cuisine from the finest chefs she could fine. Sipping her glass of wine, she waited for the first course to arrive. Her feet swinging gently an inch or two above the carpet, Angela took in the rest of the dining room's occupants including a tall, dark-haired man who had just entered. He spoke briefly to the maitre de and began making his way across the room. It took a moment to realize that he was headed for her table. Surprised she looked up at the young man, who bowed slightly, and said, "I told you we'd run into each other eventually Mrs. Mandarin. May I join you?"
"Well, I don't know that 'run in' is quite accurate, but of course Mr. Cobalt. Please, sit." She gestured towards the chair opposite her. Mr. Cobalt settled in his chair and picked up his menu.
"So, what's good?"

A few minutes before he entered the dining room, Mr. Jacob Cobalt had been out on deck enjoying the breeze. His lean, tan frame leaned against the railing as he peered at the nearby islands, idly watching for signs of wildlife, both on shore and in the water. Even though he was technically on vacation, old habits die hard. And for Jacob, wildlife was his habit. Though he would never admit it, he was a well-known and well-respected zoological expert. Most of his year was spent in the far off corners of the world researching rare and endangered species for various ecological conservancies. Currently he was on his way home from a three month stint in Africa, studying migratory patterns on the veldts. Once he arrived home the really grueling part of his job would start, presenting his research to various boards and committees. Just thinking about it ruined the view for him. He sighed quietly and wandered below deck. He passed the dining room door and paused. Something in there smelled delicious. It could have been anything, given his diet had been mostly berries and various odd plants lately. He walked in and looked around. The dining room was rather full and he could see people glancing at him and he stood there wondering where to sit. Then he spotted Mrs. Mandarin. He had met her yesterday while she had been reading on deck. They had chatted briefly and he had enjoyed her company. He also had the impression that she wouldn't be a demanding dinner companion and he could just relax and enjoy some decent conversation for once. So he made his way over to her table.

An hour later the two of them were still chatting idly over dessert as the boat steamed on towards its destination.

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Post by PeachFreak » Wed Jun 02, 2010 9:52 pm

Burying his face in his handkerchief, Detective Arsenic released a melodramatic sneeze as he shuffled out of his suite and into the humid corridor. In truth, his allergies were dreadful, and he’d been sneezing most of the trip, apparently reacting rather horridly to something, or perhaps someone, onboard. Though, he could always take another cruise elsewhere, if it should suit his fancy. After all, his pockets were handsomely lined with dough from his preferred clients, to whom he never minded lending a hand. He never particularly worried about poor innocents convicted under his watch. If they were so innocent, Arsenic would often say, they would not allow themselves to be framed so easily. Furthermore, if murders were so easy to cover up, then the killer deserved a reward for his or her hard work, as long as that killer could pay a hefty sum.

Humming a little classical ditty, whose name folks rarely remember, the detective walked out into the deck, noticing a door marked “No Entry� standing open and unguarded. Looking around stealthily, the man allowed his snooping instincts to get the better of him, and he wandered inside, roaming about until he emerged in a tiny private library, which smelled unpleasantly of must. Portraits lined the walls, and he may have recognized a few of the subjects if he had inspected them closer. However, his attention was drawn to a young woman, sitting there in the dark and thumbing through a rotted old book.

“Excuse me, ma’am, should you be in here?� the detective asked, eying the dark-haired beauty with a sick lust.

“I could ask you the same thing, could I not?� the woman spoke slowly and forcefully, as if trying to hide an accent, which nevertheless insisted on revealing itself anyway.

“Shouldn’t a young lady like you be out enjoying the sun? Doesn’t your kind enjoy sun tanning and all that silliness?�

“I’m not fond of the sun. This trip was recommended to me through a friend, but I’ve been miserable. I was not born for the tropics. I prefer it here, where it’s cool,� the woman said idly, still rather detached from the conversation.

“Russian, are you?� the gentleman asked, his interest piqued. “Your English is very good.�

“Odnogo jazyka nedostatočno….Eine Sprache ist niemals genugâ€� the woman shrugged, mixing up words and tongues. “One language is never enough, and yes, I was born in Moscow. I know English, Russian, French, Latin, and German… Language is a useful pursuit.â€�

In truth, she hadn’t actually spoken her native Russian, or in any language other than English and German, in so long that she remembered rather little of her studies.

“Impressive, Miss….�

“Türkis. Tatiana Türkis. I realize it sounds rather silly, but I go by Gospozha Türkis, if you don’t mind. It reminds me of my home country.�

“Gospozha Türkis. Pleasure to make your acquaintance. You may call me Arthur. Detective Arthur Arsenic,� the man nodded. However, he soon dozed off after a half hour of being more or less ignored by the young woman so absorbed in her reading.

Irritated by his snoring, the lady rose and shuffled out the door, closing it behind her.

Cue Lord Caspen
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Post by Lord Caspen » Thu Jun 03, 2010 2:58 pm

Hours later, Dr Jeremy Black shambled back towards his stateroom. It was after dinner -- well, whatever he could get served at the Pai Gow table, principally somewhere between the third and fourth buy-ins. He seemed to recall that there had been meat. Salty. Perhaps rye bread. It only came to mind now because with the countless vodka stingers on top of it all they were threatening a return visit.

He was not wholly unaware of the cautious looks he got from passersby. He knew how to keep his footing, keep his knees firm but not locked, had even in the past few years managed to develop a certain swagger that hid most of his swaying. But there was always the eyes, and a certain slackness to the face that gave him away. But they were not much on his mind right now. Right now, he was principally focussed on the big door with the big black "C363" stencilled on it, somehwere ... somewhere this way, he was pretty sure.

And, too, on Adele ...

Whoop. Nausea. Big wave. He broke for the deck door and straight for the railing. He wouldn't be sick. He wouldn't. But fresh air, so brisk and fair and cool. Clear his head. In a minute or two, a cigarette.

Nobody round this part of the deck at this hour. Not even Adele would visit him here. Not if he concentrated.

Funny. He'd thought the sting had gone out of that. When did he think that? He couldn't remember. But he remember the feeling, the certainty that had descended on him some morning when he woke to realize he hadn't twisted his sheets in the night, hadn't screamed himself hoarse. He'd sat up and found even the linens were dry.

It had been a few hours before he'd dared to conjure her face. Not peeing his pants was one thing, but willfully summoning her before him had carried a stiff penalty. Once, he'd nearly collapsed just out of the OR. So that morning, just out of the shower, and towelling himself off he'd stopped. He'd stood well away from the sink and forced his mind to Adele. There she was, as if literally before his eyes -- the wisdom in her eyes, the pert upturn at the end of her nose, the high cheeks and the devil's own smile.

And he'd felt nothing. Not numb, but ... hollow somehow. In time, he seemed now convinced, even the hollowness (and the nagging fear that attended it) had slowly eased off. It was a strange kind of completeness.

And now ...

He was halfway through his third cigarette before he really became aware of having dropped two short butts on the deck beside him already. The sweet Egyptian aromas sailed lazily away. Dr Black drew in another deep breath of night air. And was immediately sick over the railing.


The sting had apparently not gone out of Adele. Not like everything else. Not like the OR, not blowing great wads of cash or chasing a hot pair of legs, not expensive cloying cigarettes. Even the vodka stingers hadn't really stung.

If only something could really finally happen.


* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *


Miss Isobel Blond had stayed in her cabin all day. She wrote. She slept, though fitfully.

She knew it would someday be her day, her world again. But when?


[cue munitzer]
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Post by munitzer » Fri Jun 04, 2010 11:41 am

“Have you ever actually tried yoga?�
Miss Elissabet Saffron stood against the railing. Beyond her, the night sky melted undisturbed into the black sea. Her light brown hair was lifted slightly by the breeze.
Milo Meadow-Brook laughed. “Does it look like I ever have?�
“Well, yoga can be more of a mental exercise than just real exercise,� Miss Saffron explained patiently. “Here. Let me show you.�
Over the next hour, Miss Saffron demonstrated a few elementary breathing exercises and yoga positions to Mr. Meadow-Brook. She was understanding of his lack of flexibility and encouraging despite how hopeless he seemed to be at times.
Eventually, though, on the sun deck that now gave only a captivating view of the moon and quickly moving edges of clouds, the two collapsed into deck chairs.
“It takes ... practice,� Miss Saffron explained.
“I know. I figured. Thanks, though,� Mr. Meadow-Brook replied. “Really. Thanks. I needed that.�
“Stressed out?� Miss Saffron asked. Immediately, though, she reprimanded herself for showing such a blatant inclination to burden herself with other people’s problems.
“A lot on my mind, hence when I came on this cruise,� Mr. Meadow-Brook replied, shifting and becoming comfortable in his chair. “I typically detest the whole cruise atmosphere, but when you’re hiding from people, it’s best to go somewhere no one thinks you will.�
Miss Saffron laughed, teasingly. “So, what are you? On the run?�
“From my children, yes. From my job, yes, From my soon-to-be-ex-wife, absolutely.�
“And have you been successful?� Mss Saffron inquired.
“I’m alone with a beautiful woman who just taught me some yoga,� Mr. Meadow-Brook answered. “I think it’s fair to say that it’s successful thus far. What about you? What brings you here?�
“You’re not the only person trying to escape their job for a week,� Miss Saffron told him. “I run a yoga studio, and since I am finally putting away a safe profit, I decided that it was time for me to do my yoga someplace other than a room full of housewives and high school girls.�
“You know what I just found out about myself?� Mr. Meadow-Brook suddenly asked aloud. It was hard to say whether or not he was actually directing his question to Miss Saffron.
“What?� she asked. “You’re going to start taking up yoga?�
“That, too. I rather like cruises. I like the whole vacation atmosphere. It’s been so long since I’ve gone on a vacation and even longer since I’ve been alone on one. I forgot how liberating it all was. I really like the whole concept of being able to forget everything you’ve ever done before you stepped onto the gangplank,� Mr. Meadow-Brook pontificating, watching the clouds slide over the bottom curve of the moon.
There was a brief silence where only the waves crashing against the sides of the ship were heard.
“You’re right,� Miss Saffron finally agreed. “Nothing else matters right now. No consequences. No responsibilities. No guilt. Nothing.�
Mr. Meadow-Brook nodded and grinned. “Nothing.�


[cue CMustard]
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Post by CMustardwPipeinLibrary » Fri Jun 04, 2010 3:41 pm

Dr. Laura Orchid re-entered her room, worried. Why did she even bother to take copies of her research on this cruise? This was supposed to be a time for her to relax and escape all of that, not to be further stressed out by all of those rumors about what exactly her work was supposed to be. Some of those rumors had a bit of the truth to them, but still...

She took a moment to close her eyes and sigh. She was getting too caught up in the lie she had perpetrated about this cruise. She knew she wasn't just here to relax; she had an ulterior motive. While she was here, she was away from the watchful eyes of her superiors, instructors, and peers. Here, she was free to continue her work in secrecy. True, working in secret was bound to stir up the rumors about her work, but with all of the attention on her, she didn't really have much of a choice. Also, she was much more limited in what she could do, but again, she didn't really have much of a choice.

After about half an hour of work writing and thinking, she decided it was time for a break. She found her way to the ship's bar. At the moment, the only other person at the bar was a small man who looked like he was about ten or twenty years older than she was. He seemed to be very subdued, so she sat down at the stool two away from him.

As she sat down, he glanced at her for a moment before turning back to the newspaper he was reading. A few seconds later, he suddenly put down the newspaper and turned towards her, startling her. "Dr. Laura Orchid, right?"

The man caught himself and continued, "I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. Evan Viridian."

Mr. Viridian held out his hand. Dr. Orchid, unsure of what was happening, took his hand and shook it. "Nice to meet you..."

Mr. Viridian had a serious look on his face as he said, "About your work: I've heard about it, and-"

Dr. Orchid interrupted him, saying, "I don't want to talk about it. I'm not here about my work."

"I wasn't actually going to talk to you about your work. I just wanted to let you know that you might be in a bit of danger."

"Huh?"

"Just hear me out," Mr. Viridian explained. "I run a casino in Las Vegas. Being a casino, it tends to sometimes get some... unsavory customers. I don't really like having them in - not good for business, you see - but as long as they don't bother anyone, they're fine. I do like to keep my eye on them, though."

"And what were they saying about my work?"

"That's the bad part. I'm afraid I heard three of them talking about your work. They weren't sure what it was about, but they seemed to believe it had enough potential power behind it to let them be able to take over the region. I didn't catch many of the details, but they agreed to keep it between the three of them - at least until they got their hands on your work. They seemed like they would stop at nothing to get their hands on it."

There was an awkward pause. "Just thought you should know."

"But I have all of my work locked away in safety-deposit boxes. And the only work that isn't is aboard this ship."

"I suggest you guard it with your life, then... I've seen all three of them onboard."

Dr. Orchid gasped a bit. "That's... thank you for telling me about this."

Mr. Viridian smiled a little. "Always happy to help someone out. Oh, and if you need anything else, don't be afraid to ask. I can distract them if need be - they shouldn't be suspicious about a casino owner wanting to talk with them or something like that."

Dr. Orchid quickly left for her own room, thanking Mr. Viridian as she left. Mr. Viridian sighed when she was gone. "Hmm... what to do about this... if I were less moral, I'd consider getting rid of those three myself, but..."

[cue PrinceAzure33]

(Wait, are we still going to be trying to figure out the saboteur, or has that been removed?)
"Are you trying to make me look stupid in front of the other guests?"
"You don't need any help from me, sir."
"That's right!"

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Post by PrinceAzure33 » Tue Jun 08, 2010 3:58 pm

(Sorry guys, as this is the last week of high school for me, things has been REAL busy here. Nice job on the introductions, guys. This is shaping up to promise an interesting story :) And yes the saboteur is still in. As a matter of fact, may I present the saboteur)

Later that night, at a hour where everyone should be asleep. A hour where anyone who were up had only evil intentions. And indeed there were someone with such plots in their mind. Stepping out from the grand lobby's door, and into the moon-bathed deck of the SS Kamana, the luxurious Hawaiian ocean liner.

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Its voyage would be ending very soon however, as a figure crept to the bridge. The lone crewman manning the helm was soon dispatched by the figure, as they headed to the navigation unit. A rusty wrench was hoisted high. In a matter of seconds, the entire ship went off the grid. It had now officially vanished.

The saboteur hurried out of the bridge. Within minutes, from a speedboat, they watched silently as the unmanned ship turned by the currents. The Kamana was now rapidly approaching an island of towering jagged green rocks. Beyond it was an even bigger island with faint flickering lights from certain point.

The passengers and crew of the Kamana was jolted awake as the entire ship crashed violently into the rocks, instantly killing hundreds of passengers, and leaving many injured. Those who had survived shaken but not hurt went into a state of panic. Several explosions soon destroyed parts of the ship throughout, killing more.

In the strong currents and the deadly rocks, the uncontrolled ship was nearly spinning in the current, smashing into even more rocks.

Those who had managed to get to the emergency stations were struggling to launch lifeboats and safety rafts. Only a few managed to reach the waters, and those in the current crashed into the rocks. Those who didn't drown were soon killed by the razor sharp jagged rocks. Only a few managed to swim past the rocks, and to the shore of the larger island. There were also one raft that managed to make it out of the rocks safely that soon reached the island as well. Those who didn't immediately pass out upon the sands watched in tragic horror as the great ship, caught between the rocks while sinking at the same time was finally destroyed. There were no chance of other survivors.

[Cue TheBilliardRoom]
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Post by PrinceAzure33 » Tue Jun 08, 2010 4:03 pm

Oh, and I'm glad you liked my drawings, LC and munitzer :) Thanks.
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Post by TheBilliardRoom » Tue Jun 08, 2010 5:21 pm

Miss Russet spluttered loudly as she recovered, a small volume of seawater emptying from her lungs.

"What happened?" she asked, looking around and feeling slightly faint. Attempting to move, she winced. She looked down at the sore patch on her shin, where there was a large gash. She almost vomited at the gruesome sight.

"The ship crashed into the rocks..." Mr. Blizzard said, clearly in a state of shock. "Only twelve of us survived..." He snapped into action as soon as he saw Miss Russet's injury. He removed the scarf from his neck and wrapped it around Miss Russet's leg. "This should stop the bleeding."

"Thanks," she said. Suddenly a thought flew into her mind. "Is my father... is he among the survivors?"

Mr. Blizzard sighed and looked away. "I'm sorry... we tried to resuscitate him, but there was nothing we could do..."

Miss Russet attempted to hold back her tears, but soon she was sobbing uncontrollably. "Where is he?" she managed to say. "I want to see him."

"Are you sure...?" Mr. Blizzard said.

"Yes," she said simply, standing up. Her gashed left leg almost collapsed under her. Mr. Blizzard grabbed and steadied her, offering to help her move along the beach. She accepted.

"Careful," he said, as she almost tripped over a vine on the ground.

When they reached the captain's body, Miss Russet flopped to the ground. Mr. Blizzard stood there awkwardly as the tears began anew. Suddenly, a flash of light in the nearby trees caught his attention. He walked over, bent to the ground, and searched through the foliage, eventually coming across a hunting knife...

[Cue ProfessorSvestka]

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Post by ProfesorSvestka » Tue Jun 08, 2010 8:07 pm

As the wreckage of the ship began to sink below the surface of the sea, the tide began to wash various pieces of debris up onto the beach. Amongst the various flotsam and jetsam was a table from the dining room barely still intact. And huddled precariously on top of the table was a wet and miserable Angela Mandarin. She had been catapulted into the sea by one of the explosions as she was running toward a lifeboat. Miraculously she had hit the water unharmed, which couldn't be said for some of the poor souls near her, who had hit the rocks instead. Angela had managed to get to one of the rocks and hold on for dear life. A few minutes later the table had floated by. Weighing her options, she decided to try to make a break for the shore. She managed to maneuver the table around the rocks and aim it for the beach. An hour later the tide and her paddling had brought her to the beach. She struggled up the rocky shore and collapsed, hugging her raincoat to herself and crying quietly as she watched the liner go down. After a while she calmed down a bit and took stock of her surroundings. She was standing barefoot on a rocky, inhospitable looking beach wearing only her nightgown and robe under her raincoat. Angela turned and made her way up the beach toward the undergrowth, cinching her raincoat tightly around her. She had made it to the verge of the forest when she heard someone making their way through the bushes. Panicking, she grabbed a piece of driftwood and crouched behind some rocks as the figure approached. As the man drew close to her hiding spot, she jumped out and swung.
However, her own momentum caused her to lose her footing and she ended up sprawling inelegantly at Mr. Cobalt's feet as he leaped back to avoid her wild swing.
"What the heII!" swore Jacob as he dodged the club that had been aimed at his head. Recovering his balance he looked down at the small figure at his feet and recognized Mrs. Mandarin. "Jesus, Angela, what are you doing with that thing? And are you ok? We thought we had found all the survivors by now." He helped Angela to her feet, only to realize she was shaking. He put his arm around her, murmuring, "It's ok...you're ok....just breathe."
After a few minutes Angela was composed again and sitting on one of the rocks. She dragged her hair out of her face and managed to begin asking intelligent questions again. "Thank you Jacob, I'm feeling better now. But what happened? And where in the name of God are we?"
"Well it looks like we washed up on some island in the Pacific, lord knows where. There seems to be some building farther across the island, so we were going to start heading for them to see if we could find some help. As for the ship, I don't know what happened. It looks like it accidentally hit some of the rocks near here, but no one seems to know for sure. I didn't see much myself. I was on the other side of the ship when it hit."
"What about the others, you said there were survivors?"
"Yes, there are about a dozen or so of us. Everybody mostly washed up further down the shore. That why I was so surprised to see you. How did you end up down here?"
"I rode a table."
"What?"
"I rode a table. Honestly." Mrs. Mandarin smiled slightly at Jacob's confused look. "I managed to cling to a rock until a table floated by, and I caught a ride on it. There was no way I was swimming to shore. I didn't get to a lifeboat like you guys did."
"Well, if it makes you feel better, I didn't get to one either. I ended up diving of the ship as it went down. Worst swim of my life."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean anyth....." Angela, embarrassed, trailed off as Jacob helped her to her feet.
"Don't worry about it, I know you didn't." Jacob assured as they started walking. "But since you're here, how about helping me look for a path across the island while you dry out."
"Sure." Angela smiled as she followed Jacob into the bushes.

Cue PeachFreak

OOC: I realize I didn't introduce my weapons. I didn't because they are kind of tied to the rooms I'm using. So if no one objects, I would like to wait until the the next round of the story. Please let me know if that's ok. Thanks.

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Post by PeachFreak » Wed Jun 09, 2010 7:34 pm

Meanwhile, a notably unfazed and uninjured Gospozha Türkis emerged from the foliage, clad in nothing but a teddy, whose translucency was only made worse by how drenched she was. Clutched firmly in her left hand was an ancient stone spear, its head possessing a clear reddish tint.

Nearby, Detective Arsenic was sprawled across the ground, making melodramatic groaning noises. Apparently, the young Tatiana found this rather irritating and feigned a stumble so that she had an excuse to kick him.

“My apologies,� she said sounding rather bored. “Perhaps you should get up so that you don’t trip people.�

“What happened?� the Detective moaned, struggling to his feet. “I think I must have passed out. Humph.�

“The ship sank. We’re on some godforsaken island, and it’s much too hot for my liking.�

“Oh, yes, I remember now…I’m surprised you’re not in hysterics.�

“Why panic?� the woman glared at him. “I’m a calm woman, Detective, and I won’t be reduced to frenzy.�

“Yes, yes, of course….What the devil is that spear for?� the man seemed to have just noticed the imposing weapon.

�I had to kill a bear on the walk over,� Tatiana’s eyes twinkled amusedly. “But let’s get serious, then, shall we? I’m making my survival my own responsibility, sir, and there are all sorts of tools lying about the island. A spear could only be useful, no?�

“I suppose, yes,� the man began, but the woman had already turned and begun walking off. “Where are you going now?�

“Exploring; we should know our surroundings, yes?� Türkis called, heading off. “There’s some sort of building over there, and I’m very curious about it.�

“Wait for me!� the Detective looked around, following close behind. “You’ll need protection, of course.�

Stumbling through the dark, the pair eventually found themselves staring in a mansion window at a wide array of weapons and knickknacks, among which a crossbow was proudly displayed, as if a trophy.

Cue Lord Caspen
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Post by Lord Caspen » Thu Jun 10, 2010 12:34 pm

[OOC: I also do not know precisely how to work my weapons into an intro, so, yes, that will come later for me, too]


Isobel Blond had been tossed upon the shore face first. When she regained consciousness moments later, it was with a mouthful of sand. She coughed and sputtered and spat sand and she rubbed furiously at her face. Though the right side was especially sore, the abrasive sand and salt water would only make it worse.

"Who could have done this?" she muttered. "How --?"

But before she could finish her next thought, she noticed another body washing in. Rising, finding that the sheer cloth of her nightdress intended to stick to the beach at first and her knees were wobbly, she gained footing and found her way to the collapsed figure. A man in evening dress, unconscious.

She checked for pulse, for breathing. She would need to do chest compressions. She rolled the man onto his back and placed her hands on his chest in the position they taught at the Wye. One -- two ... One -- two ...

The cold was beginning to sting, to burn. What a godforsaken place. One-- two ...

A fistful of water sprang from his mouth and he coughed harshly. He sputtered and wheezed and blinked open his eyes. Isobel rested back on her haunches and scanned the beach for any other victims.

"What --" he said, and trailed off. He shook his head and tried again. "What the ... where are we?"

"Are you all right?"

"I ... Yes, fine. I think. Jesus. What happened?"

"Someone ran the ship aground."

In the moonlight, Jeremy Black screwed up his eyes to identify the speaker.

"You ..." he said. "You're her aren't you?"

Isobel look him in the eye. "I am. Do you think you can walk?"

Black snorted. "Yes, thank you." She stood and gave him his hand. In a moment, he was on his feet again. "And ... thank you."

Isobel nodded to him.

"Jeremy Black," he said.

"Yes, it's nice to meet you -- do you see anyone else?"

Black shed his jacket and looked around, out into the water, along the beachhead.

"I think I see somebody moving down that way." He pointed and Isobel looked. "Here -- take this." He offered his jacket. She glanced at him, and said nothing until he'd draped it over her shoulders.

"Thank you. That's very kind."

"Any idea where we are?"

She shook her head.

They gave another careful look to be sure there were not any other bodies in the waves, and then prowled the shadows on the beachhead, under the tree cover. Finding no one else, they drew close together for warmth and pressed on towards the shapes Black had seen earlier.

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[OOC: *sigh* ... I don't know, I guess I should probably rewrite it, since it turns out we crashed during the daytime.]
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Post by PrinceAzure33 » Thu Jun 10, 2010 3:22 pm

[No, LC, it was a good post. And I don't know why anyone would get the idea it's day time. As of right now, the cruise has just sunk in the dead of the night, and everyone's just stumbling about on the island as they realize what's going on.]

[Additionally, while I encourage free-posting to fill in the time between suggestions, I'd rather everyone post once for the introductions, to maintain the order. Remember, we've still got one and half "acts" before the murder! :wink: ]
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Post by munitzer » Fri Jun 11, 2010 10:33 am

Lying in the sand was not something unusual to Miss Saffron. Being in pain was not something uncommon for her, but even this situation was extreme. She rolled onto her back and looked up at the sky.

Next to her, she could see Milo Meadow-Brook standing, brushing himself off.

"Where are we?" Miss Saffron asked him, sitting up.

Mr. Meadow-Brook shrugged. "Do you really think I'd know?"

Miss Saffron struggled to get to her feet.

"I don't think that you should be in a rush to get anywhere anytime soon," Mr. Meadow-Brook told her. He looked around. "I think I heard other people, though."

"Did the ship sink?"

"Yes," Mr. Meadow-Brook replied. "I hope you didn't have anything important in your cabin."

Miss Saffron reflected for a moment. "Nothing too important. I'm still a bit shaken, though."

"We should probably see if we can find a phone or house or something." Mr. Meadow-Brook helped Miss Saffron off the beach and through the thicket.

As they walked, Miss Saffron noticed that Mr. Meadow-Brook had been keeping a hand under his suit jacket. "Are you hurt?" she asked him.

"No," he replied slowly. Under his jacket, Mr. Meadow-Brook was making sure that his pistol was still secured in the waist of his pants.

They stopped and leaned against a tree, looking around to get their bearings. Miss Saffron leaned down and picked up a rock and tossed it between her hands. Suddenly, the faint sound of breaking twigs was heard.

"Well, I guess we're not alone," Miss Saffron said.

Mr. Meadow-Brook's grip on his pistol tightened.

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Post by CMustardwPipeinLibrary » Fri Jun 11, 2010 6:39 pm

Dr. Orchid, breathing heavily, looked back to where the ship was. By now, of course, it had completely sunk. She had managed to grab two small pieces of luggage - one with only a change of clothes, and the other with her work. She was glad she used watertight luggage; otherwise, part of her work would be destroyed, which would be a pain to reproduce at best. The only downside was that her luggage wouldn't do her much good in the wilderness... which actually was a pretty big downside, now that she thought about it.

Not one to sit around doing nothing, she looked around for passengers she recognized. When she couldn't find any, she walked into the jungle, looking for anything that might prove useful. After walking for a few minutes, she found an open wooden crate. Looking inside, she found a length of rope tied into a noose.

"That's weird," she said to herself. "Why would this be tied up like that?" She took the rope out of the crate, and started to untie it, when she heard a voice.

"Dr. Orchid!"

She looked up in the direction of the voice, and saw Mr. Viridian running toward her, a crowbar in his hand. Relieved to see a familiar face, she smiled. "Mr... Viridian, right? You survived?"

"Yes, and I have some bittersweet news. Remember that I told you about those three that were after your work?"

"Yes," said Dr. Orchid, a little confused. "Wait, do you mean..."

"They were all in the same boat. It crashed on the rocks. I'm pretty sure none of them survived."

Dr. Orchid breathed a sigh of relief. "Good."

"Can't say I'm too happy about the way this ended myself," Mr. Viridian continued, "but at least your work is safe... or what's left of it, anyway."

"Don't worry about that," Dr. Orchid said, holding up the luggage with her work. "I managed to save it."

"Er... I think your priorities might be... never mind."

Suddenly, something occurred to Dr. Orchid. "Where did you get that crowbar?"

"Oh, that's right! I almost forgot!" Mr. Viridian exclaimed, slapping himself on the forhead. "There's a mansion on this island. This was lying around outside a tool shed."

"A mansion? Somebody lives here?"

"I guess. I hope they're not too upset that we crashed here."

"Where is this mansion?" Dr. Orchid asked.

"Here, I'll show you," Mr. Viridian said, walking off into the jungle. Dr. Orchid followed. Both were still carrying what they picked up as they approached the mansion and the four that were already looking at it.
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Post by PrinceAzure33 » Sun Jun 13, 2010 3:17 pm

As the rest gathered at the entrance of the mansion, one brave volunteer dared to try the gargoyle knocker adorning the massive doors.

It was opened by a tall and broad shouldered man who had a cheery air about him, which struck the castaways odd for an island recluse. His face was pleasant enough sans his eyebrows which was thick and bushy, giving his face a somewhat menacing look despite his diposition.

"Good evening, folks. I saw the entire thing from my tower bedroom, and was expecting you all any moment," the man said, beckoning them in.

Several moments later, when the group were settled in comfortably in the cavernous drawing room. The walls were painted a deep red, as dozens of animal heads rested on each wall. A massive fireplace hosted a roaring blaze which warmed the ragtag bunch as they recounted their experiences to their host, who had introduced himself as one Count Sanguine.

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"Dear me!" The Count declared once he had heard of the treacherous perils his guests had endured. "Well, it's a lucky thing you all managed to come ashore! You all are more than welcome to remain here as you wait for rescue,"

Everyone murmured their thanks as he continued.

"However, I do have one condition. As you can tell, I'm a hunting man. I held my first gun when I was fourteen year old, and ever since then whenever I don't have one in my hand, I itch to have that cool metal and the smooth wood in my hands. I also shot a pheasant, the first living thing I killed. That feeling lingered for me as well, I began to crave to kill something else. So began my career as a huntsman. After a lifetime of acclaimed accomplishments, a hole of unsatifiscation began to open up in me. I was bored, so I found a remote island, built an estate, and came here on my own, seeking the most dangerous game. And at last, I have found it. You..."

His audience squirmed at his final word. Yet somehow all of them were frozen, perhaps out of shock, or perhaps out of enthrallment. Finally, someone broke the silence; "Are you crazy?!"

"No, no, not at all," Count Sanguine chuckled, "A madman would have killed you all a spot. I'm a sporting fellow, surely I'll feed you and give you all warm beds. The hunt begins in the morning, after breakfast. Allow me to escort you all to your quarters..."

~The following morning~

The count sat in his tower bedroom, smirking as he watched his guests, soon-to-be prey, scramble through the jungle. He had given them a hour's headstart. He always liked a bit of a challenge.

As he scanned the grounds from his post, he loaded his weapons, still smirking. It seemed as if he was waiting...

A bonging from the towering grandfather clock in the foyer signalled his cue as the Count stood up.

The hunt was on.
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Post by PrinceAzure33 » Mon Jun 14, 2010 3:45 pm

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Post by TheBilliardRoom » Wed Jun 16, 2010 4:55 am

"I think our best option is to stay together," Mr. Blizzard suggested as he and Miss Russet crashed through the jungle. "This way we can defend each other if need be."

Miss Russet nodded. She let out a sob as tears ran down her face.

Mr. Blizzard examined a piece of paper he had taken from the mansion library while sneaking around the previous night. He had also found a pair of hunting knives that they could use to defend themselves. He had given one to Miss Russet.

"According to this map, there's a lighthouse on the northern coast of the island. We could hole up in there while we wait to be rescued."

"That sounds like a good plan," she said quietly. "How far is it to the lighthouse?"

"It's not very far as the crow flies, but that path leads through the jungle... I don't think you would be able to manage it with your wounded leg though, so maybe we can go around the south of the island and circle back to the north. It looks like that would be an easier way."

"Let's go, then," Miss Russet said.

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"My leg is killing me," Miss Russet whined. "Can we stop?"

"Well, if you want to be killed by that lunatic, feel free to stop at any time," Mr. Blizzard snapped.

"Look, there's a lagoon here. We could hide under the water or something.. mmmph mpph!" she said, startled as Mr. Blizzard covered her mouth with his hand.

"I think I heard something..." Mr. Blizzard whispered. A gunshot resounded through the jungle, obviously originating from nearby. "Run!" he hissed. He grabbed her hand and dragged her along behind him. Suddenly the ground gave wave beneath him, and he fell through the undergrowth into a pit trap.

He had fallen onto his stomach, and blacked out for a few seconds. When he recovered, he stood up. He was missing his prosthetic arm. He looked up at the sound of a nearby footfall.

"Is that you, Crystal-Rose?" he called tentatively. "I don't suppose you'd be able to help me get out of here?"

The footsteps got louder as the person approached the pit. The muzzle of a gun appeared over the edge, followed by the face of the count. The count remained silent as he casually loaded a bullet into the gun.

A hand crashed down onto the count's head. The hand splintered into two pieces.

"Are you alright?" Miss Russet inquired, discarding the broken prosthetic arm.

"Yes, thanks to you," Mr. Blizzard replied.

"Here," Miss Russet called, throwing a vine into the pit. "I've tied the other end to a tree. If you grab it, I should be able to pull you up."

Minutes later, they were both standing on solid ground.

"I'm sorry about your arm," she said, looking at the fractured prosthetic.

"Better to be armless than dead," Mr. Blizzard replied. He picked up the count's gun. "We should get out of here." Miss Russet nodded in reply, and they continued on their trek towards the lighthouse.

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Post by ProfesorSvestka » Wed Jun 16, 2010 11:50 am

Jacob Cobalt crouched in the bushes just outside the main entrance to the mansion. From somewhere inside the monstrous house he heard a clock strike the hour. A few moments later he saw Count Sanguine casually stroll out of the house, armed to the teeth. Just seeing the man set his teeth on edge. While Jacob understood hunting for food and survival, having seen it many times in his travels, he had a profound distaste for people that hunted merely for ‘sport’. They tended to be arrogant, overbearing people with either an inferiority complex or, in the Count’s case, were complete sadists. His eyes narrowed with pure hatred as he watched the Count descend the path into the jungle. He hoped the other castaways were smart enough to find a good hiding place and stay the heII out of Sanguine’s way. He didn’t doubt for a second that anyone the Count ran into would be mercilessly slaughtered on the spot. Sending a silent prayer up to any god who might be listening, Jacob slipped silently through the front door into the manor.
He slipped across the foyer and hid in the shadow of a large grandfather clock. Slowly he slid his hand around to the front of the clock and opened the case. Then, Jacob reached inside and stopped the pendulum, silencing the clock. Now he could hear much more clearly any noises in the first floor of the house. And he was rewarded for his efforts by the sound of shots coming from outside, somewhere on the other side of the house. But as for inside the house, it seemed to be deserted, but he couldn’t be sure. He saw through an open set of doors the drawing room they had met the Count in. Mentally going through what he remembered seeing last night, he couldn’t think of any reason to head that way. So he moved quietly across to a door on the other side of the foyer. Jacob carefully tested the handle, it was unlocked. He turned it slowly so it wouldn’t make too much noise and eased the door open. He was about to put his head around the doorjamb when he heard a small, but definite ‘click’.
Jacob dove backwards as a trio of arrows came screaming through the door and imbedded themselves in the floorboards just in front of the door. Anyone standing in front of the door would have been skewered on the spot.
“Wonderful.�, muttered Jacob as he stared at the arrows. “Booby traps.� Then he heard a stifled scream from somewhere in the back of the house.
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Angela Mandarin stood in the Kitchen, her fist stuffed in her mouth. She stared aghast into the open door of the freezer.

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As Mr. Cobalt was slipping through the front door of the mansion, Angela had been hurrying as fast her little legs would carry her around the house to the back. Given the fact that she was the shortest of the castaways, she had had a good view of everyone else racing down the hill ahead of her into the jungle. Taking a moment to assess the situation, she knew for a fact she couldn’t outrun the Count. So she would have to outsmart him. That’s when she saw a path leading around the house. “Why not?�, she thought. “If I hide in his house, that’ll give me time to come up with a plan! He shouldn’t be back for a bit. Not, at least, until he’s found someone.� She shuddered as the image crossed her mind of what Sanguine would do once he found one of the castaways. The image alone was enough to spur Angela around the massive house to a back door. She glanced around nervously and carefully tried the knob. It opened. About to walk in, she realized that just strolling into the house was probably not the smartest thing to do. After all, the Count might have a servant or someone she hadn’t seen earlier guarding the house. Spotting a nearby window, Angela peered in to see what she was getting herself into. She saw a cavernous, well-appointed Kitchen. Perfect. As she checked to make sure no one was in the Kitchen, she spotted a swing door that presumably led to the dining room. She also spotted the axe positioned over it. Mentally swearing like a sailor, she crossed back over to the door and picked up a large branch. Standing to one side she used the stick to throw the back door open.

Bang!

The end of the branch disappeared in a cloud of buckshot. As the door swung shut, Angela silently wished every torment imaginable onto Sanguine’s filthy, murderous head. Using the stick again, she opened the door again to empty the shotgun, also shortening her stick by another foot. Then she entered the Kitchen.
Standing just inside the Kitchen door, Angela slowly took stock of the room. Apart from the two traps she had already spotted, the room seemed to be empty and reasonable safe-looking. Crouching down she found the wire that triggered the shotgun. Following it to an anchor point in the floor, Angela carefully unscrewed the anchor and disabled the shotgun. Then she turned her attention to the axe. Rummaging through the drawers, she found a meat cleaver. Dragging a chair over to the door she held the axe in one hand and chopped the trigger wire with the cleaver. She threw the axe in a closet with the shotgun, locked it, and pocketed the key. Then she turned her attention to the rest of the Kitchen. Exploring the cupboards, she came across a tin of Rat Poison. She thought about it for a moment, and slipped it into a pocket. “It couldn’t hurt. And it would be poetic justice.�, she thought grimly. Then she saw the door to the walk-in freezer. She gazed at it for a moment, then curiosity got the better of her. She grabbed the handle and yanked the freezer open.

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Upon hearing Angela’s scream in the Kitchen, Jacob had flung himself across the threshold into the next room, rolling to a stop against a glass display case. He had then thrown himself behind the heavy oak door and listened, breathlessly. Hearing nothing, he assumed that whomever it was had either left, or worse, had been silenced. He quietly palmed the door shut and yanked the trigger for the trap out of the wall. Then he turned and looked at where he had ended up.
“I’m surprised he used a crossbow.�, was all Jacob could think as he gazed around the room. On every available surface - the walls, display cases, and even hung from the ceiling – were weapons. Antique spears, crossbows, guns of every description… the room was a veritable history of the human race’s ability to kill one another in various interesting ways. Picking his way carefully around the various displays in the Armory, Jacob’s mind boggled at the sheer range of the Count’s collection. In its own mildly disturbing way, it was quite beautiful. But then his mind snapped back to the reality of the situation and he made his way over to a cabinet against the far wall. It looked like this was the Count’s ‘everyday’ gun cabinet. He opened the glass door and examined the various firearms. He selected a Rifle from the cabinet and found the appropriate shells in the bottom of the cabinet. Loading the gun, Jacob thought to himself, “This should level the playing field quite nicely.�

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As Jacob loaded the rifle, Angela leaned against the freezer door trying very hard not to throw up. After a few moments she calmly walked to the counter, picked up the meat cleaver, checked to see that the Rat Poison was still in her pocket, and began to make her way cautiously through the house. But now she wasn’t running away from Count Sanguine. Now she was hoping like heII she ran into him.

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