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>..pick up the hair, THEN reexamine it. (Sho)

It is blonde and it is indeed fake. You can deduce it probably came from one of the wigs.

> Oh, and Examine the broom. (Sho)

It's dirty, like brooms tend to be.

> Investigate the area surrounding the corpse (Alto)

You lock yourself in the closet of the bedroom.
I like bananas. They're yellow.
Ah, is that his room? "Thanks, Snakeweed!"

Ambling to the room marked four,
I wonder what could lie beyond the door?
This digit so associated with death,
leads Joe to lose his breath.


"Aw man, the poor ol' pidgeon got nightmares or somethin'!" Not a genuine explanation for the linguist owl's current state, but rather his joking. He does proceed to look around the body,
>examining the evidence anew.
I sure do hope he doesn't get strichninified or something weird.
>Examine wigs
For my next trick, how about I kick your ass?
[From somewhere in the mansion, Pizzabug can be heard shouting at the others:]

"for the record, none of my cosplays use wigs—I just style my own hair to match whoever I'm cosplaying, like I did with Genocide Jack a few days ago. ...also if I had done the murder in a cosplay, I would've just... uh... used the cosplay's powers to kill Duo instead of going off and finding a separate poison."
SYMPTOMATIC
THIS DISEASE
SO DRAMATIC
PANIC AUTOMATICALLY
>examining the evidence anew. (Joe)

You haven't discovered anything new that hasn't already been found. But you somehow get locked up in the same closet as Alto. It's a bit claustrophobic, isn't it?

>Examine wigs (Soseki)

The wigs are certainly made of wigs.
I like bananas. They're yellow.
. .ah shit, here we go again.

"WELL SHIT-"

> Get the fuck out of the closet
silver dollar, black smoke in my eyes
shattered glass, fallen fast, leave me paralysed
> Get the fuck out of the closet (Alto)

Still locked in.
I like bananas. They're yellow.
"Okay, so... we've got some imprints in the carpet somehow, fake blonde hairs from a wig, and a poison ring that fits a bunch of people. And people locking themselves in closets again... seriously what's wrong with the doors in this place?"
Stupid doomed timeline...
> Shake around the closet.

He's not very fond of being locked in closets with total strangers, even if they're allies.

"Hey, what, get off me, man! Geez!"
Yeah.

Snakeweed still seems a little ill from her poisoning earlier.

...I'm trying to think. Help, too. But think.
Murdergames Characters
Frankie * Dr. Ruby Ramirez * Solanacae Bakersby * Sam BlackSelen(ium) * Reina Schultz * Dr. Francine "Frankie" Frankenstein * Lotta Schadenfreude

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> Shake around the closet. (Joe)

Adding smooth vibrations while you shake around in the closet with Alto.
I like bananas. They're yellow.
"Hm. Hold on, I've got you covered."

>Kick the goddamn door down.
[After a minute, Pizzabug reemerges from wherever they were hiding, looking mostly dry and completely done with everything.] "alright, so. what did I miss, while... that was happening."
SYMPTOMATIC
THIS DISEASE
SO DRAMATIC
PANIC AUTOMATICALLY
"yOU FOOL! YOU ABSOLUTE CRETIN! THIS ISN'T GONNA HELP US OUT!"

>Try and kick the closet door down
silver dollar, black smoke in my eyes
shattered glass, fallen fast, leave me paralysed
>Kick the goddamn door down. (Mike)

That didn't work.

>Try and kick the closet door down (Alto)

That didn't work either.
I like bananas. They're yellow.
...


>open the door. with the doorknob


and i may not be loved
but they'll always recall my name
out on the streets, but i do what i gotta do


"..."
>quietly hide behind some clothing before they get inevitably pwned
"We're really having shit-all luck with this, jeez..."
Stupid doomed timeline...
> . .somehow toss Joe into the closet door and see what happens.
silver dollar, black smoke in my eyes
shattered glass, fallen fast, leave me paralysed
"...are people locking themselves in the fucking CLOSET AGAIN?"

[Deep breaths, Pizzabug. Deep breaths...]

> try to tear the door off its hinges

[...or not.]
SYMPTOMATIC
THIS DISEASE
SO DRAMATIC
PANIC AUTOMATICALLY
>open the door. with the doorknob (Chili)

You just broke the door knob and now it really can't be opened.

>quietly hide behind some clothing before they get inevitably pwned (Joe)

You find some padding that will protect you from the pwning.
I like bananas. They're yellow.
> . .somehow toss Joe into the closet door and see what happens. (Alto)

That didn't work. What is this door made of?!

> try to tear the door off its hinges (Pizzabug)

You loosened some of the hinges.
I like bananas. They're yellow.
> keep trying to tear the door off the hinges
SYMPTOMATIC
THIS DISEASE
SO DRAMATIC
PANIC AUTOMATICALLY
> Toss(is that the right term?) yourself at the closet door
silver dollar, black smoke in my eyes
shattered glass, fallen fast, leave me paralysed
"...We should ask Carmello who the hell built this mansion. 'Cause when I get rich from all this I wanna know who NOT to hire to build my new home."
Stupid doomed timeline...


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