DocSpooky
Humblest in the World
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Like I said, all the typos are fixed.
A Pleasant Ride on the Midnight Transarcadian
- Thread starter DocSpooky
- Start date
- Original
Like I said, all the typos are fixed.
- Location
- St. Petersburg
It's not that easy to come up with a vote when presented with essentially a write-in choice.
I think ideally, the vote would look somewhat like this:
What to do about the owl?
[ ] Interview the owl
[ ] No, leave him be (choose another action instead)
[ ] No, and ask Barkley to show him the door (choose another action instead)
What to do if you are not interviewing the owl?
[ ] Interrogate
-[ ] Pressure Robert further
-[ ] Question the Doc
[ ] Go look for whatever it was that escaped the can (if it is an option - I don't know if our character is aware of it)
[ ] Return to your cabin and read the other letter (I think we have one we didn't read)
Right now people have a choice between joining an existing plan (why though, if it is the only one?), or trying for something else, but they do not know what to do, and the general weirdness of everything doesn't help. If you have some leads in mind we could pursue (you designed the story, after all), put them in the options.
I think ideally, the vote would look somewhat like this:
What to do about the owl?
[ ] Interview the owl
[ ] No, leave him be (choose another action instead)
[ ] No, and ask Barkley to show him the door (choose another action instead)
What to do if you are not interviewing the owl?
[ ] Interrogate
-[ ] Pressure Robert further
-[ ] Question the Doc
[ ] Go look for whatever it was that escaped the can (if it is an option - I don't know if our character is aware of it)
[ ] Return to your cabin and read the other letter (I think we have one we didn't read)
Right now people have a choice between joining an existing plan (why though, if it is the only one?), or trying for something else, but they do not know what to do, and the general weirdness of everything doesn't help. If you have some leads in mind we could pursue (you designed the story, after all), put them in the options.
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- Location
- Castle Oblivious
pantherasapiens
you were always my best friend
- Location
- somewhere over your shoulder
I came because Nevill recommended it. It's a very fun read so far.
- Location
- Finland
^Likewise. Enjoying the weird mystery of it all.
I'd like to hear what the owl has to say, but we're not doing it just because she wants us to, no sir! She'll just have to wait. Nobody tells the detective what to do.
I'd like to hear what the owl has to say, but we're not doing it just because she wants us to, no sir! She'll just have to wait. Nobody tells the detective what to do.
Ultramandalore
Errant Quester
- Location
- just south of Parts Unknown
[x] Refuse, continue with your investigation
-[x] Robert
--[x] Press him on the questions he left unanswered. This wasn't what it looked like - then what was it? What was he doing at the time of murder and right after it?
[x] The doctor
--[x] Personal questions. Introductions. His credentials?
--[x] The state of the body, the time of death, the cause of death.
--[x] What was he doing at the time of death?
-[x] Robert
--[x] Press him on the questions he left unanswered. This wasn't what it looked like - then what was it? What was he doing at the time of murder and right after it?
[x] The doctor
--[x] Personal questions. Introductions. His credentials?
--[x] The state of the body, the time of death, the cause of death.
--[x] What was he doing at the time of death?
- Location
- Castle Oblivious
Dear Passengers,
I must regret fully inform you that we have hit a snag in our travels.
A spot of bother in the form of busy bees have clogged the rails.
Our staff is doing their best to remove them and move us to our next destination.
However until it has been resolved, we will be delayed.
Apologies for the inconvience.
-Lizard Knight
P.S. Voting for our next desination has been closed.
I must regret fully inform you that we have hit a snag in our travels.
A spot of bother in the form of busy bees have clogged the rails.
Our staff is doing their best to remove them and move us to our next destination.
However until it has been resolved, we will be delayed.
Apologies for the inconvience.
-Lizard Knight
P.S. Voting for our next desination has been closed.
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DocSpooky
Humblest in the World
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Dear readers, this is your conductor speaking. It seems our long wait is finally at an end, the track works are complete, and we can once again begin moving. Once again, the rail service apologises sincerely for the delay, and we wish to promise you speedy travel from this point forward.
Chapter 7
DocSpooky
Humblest in the World
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Chapter 7
You give the owl a stern glare "I will do no such thing! I am the detective here and I am not going to be interrupting my investigation to talk to the tabloids. You are the one that is going sit down and wait for her turn like a full grown woman, do you understand?" You lecture the owl, who looks at you with narrowed eyes
"And what are you gonna do if I don't want to?" She says, puffing up her coppery feathers.
"I will have the constable throw you out," You say. Barkley seems to shift at that and the owl snorts, or at least makes a similar sound. "Fine fine," she says, "I'll wait. Meese old biddy in cheap cheaters...Mincin' in here all Mrs. Grundy..." the owl starts to mumble as she shuffles away.
With that dealt with, you walk back over to Robert and make to press him again. The man is suspicious, certainly the most believable murderer out of the bunch, and he left quite a bit of his testimony vague. He closes his eyes as you approach.
"Back at it, Mr. Redherring. If this wasn't what it looked like, then what was it? What were you doing at the time of the murder and immediately after?"
Redherring opens his eyes and his pin-prick pupils lock with a space just above you.
"I was speaking with the deceased. Everything went dark. When light returned, Ace was dead and the scream occurred. You took forever to get here. I could not leave because I'm not supposed to until you let me. Any further questions?" He says, quickly.
You look at Redherring's sweating face, and his eyes twitch to avoid yours.
You keep your tone neutral, but firm. "Rubbish." You say, and he twitches away from you.
"You are feeding me nonsense, Redherring, and I am not swallowing. Now, I want you to tell me what happened and I want to do it properly now." You demand. The way he squirms to avoid your gaze is almost comical.
Redherring starts sweating and his eyes are wide and bloodshot "You want me to spell it out for you? Fine. I was talking with Ace, and then he was dead. The room screamed. I sat here, waiting for you, so we could start with this goddamn farce already!" He screams, red-faced and at his full height now, before he adjusts his tie. "That is the truth Miss Rodier, do with that as pleases you."
You stare at him for a good few seconds, saying nothing.
"Let me out of this goddamn cabin." He snaps.
Redherring having once again proven unhelpful, you decide to attempt a conversation with someone hopefully more reasonable.
The Doctor.
The odd man in the feathered suit is sitting hunched over at the table, scribbling quickly with a fountain pen.
"Oh, um, Detective. I was just writing up my written report, for evidence purposes."
You blink.
"Good work. I wanted to ask you a few questions directly, however. State of the body, time of death, cause of death..."
The doctor gives a weak smile and taps his report "I have that all written, detective."
"Wonderful. Can you show me?"
"Oh, well, what I have in any case."
You look over the report. It has a lot of graphs and medical jargon. All very professional, excepting some passages that go into great detail about the bouquet and body.
According to report, the cause of death is the hole in the chest and the time of death is listed simply as 'hours ago'.
"Why is there no precise time?" You ask, the Doctor tilts his head and responds.
"The clocks despise me, I'm afraid."
You smile and nod. These things can happen. You return the report and the doctor starts scratching once more with his pen.
"So, can I have your name, Doctor? Credentials?"
The Doctor looks up from his writing, looking like a chicken caught in headlights. "Oh, of course. Sorry about that, I've been out of it with the new murder and all. My name is Corvus Charon Corpsepicker M.D., PhD, Esquire."
He reaches into his pockets, or at least into a specific mass of feathers, and pulls out some impressive looking papers. You look them over.
The writing on the papers and on the report you read are exactly alike.
"Am I the first person you've tried this on?" You ask.
The scribbling of the pen stops "Sorry?"
"Oh, don't give me that rubbish. These, Doctor, are fake! The handwriting is identical, there is no printing from any sort of institution, and they even appear to be written on train stationery!"
You slap them onto the desk, side by side.
"Same writing, same ink and same paper! These documents are falsified, sir. Why?"
You glare at the strange man, nervously fiddling with and plucking feathers from his suit. "I don't carry my degree around with me when I'm just getting on a train, alright? It's just something I made for the people who ask." The Doctor admits. You try to respond, but before you begin the Doctor interjects. "Look, we can talk about this later alright? Not here, I don't want to make a scene." The doctor says.
How do you answer?
[] No, make him answer here and now.
[] Relent. We can talk about this later, but we are talking about it.
[] Drop the issue. It doesn't matter.
[] Write-in
You sigh as you store the 'credentials'. Corpsepicker makes to stop you but is cowed by your insistence that this is important evidence. He pulls his hand back sadly. You look at your pockets.
You have no place for this.
"Where am I going to keep all this?" You mutter.
The Doctor blinks. "I would assume you put it in your bag. I mean, the bag that's next to you that I haven't seen before. I assume it's yours." Corsepicker points at an old leather luggage that stands next to you.
The same bag from your room.
Tentatively, you empty the contents of your pockets into it.
After that mess is done you sigh and ask the doctor "So...what were you doing at the time of death?" The doctor nods and looks at his desk. "I was listening to music in my coupe, Detective." It sounds practised.
What Next?
[] Press Corpsepicker further
-[] What do you ask him? (2 questions, write in)
-[] Can anyone confirm your alibi?
-[] What was your relationship with the victim?
-[] A different question
-[] Present item, ask him about it (what item?)
[] Question Redherring...again
-[] What do you ask him? [2 questions]
-[] You seem nervous. Why?
-[] What do you mean "The room screamed"?
-[] Present item, ask him about it (what item?)
[] Have that interview with Amy, you let her stew long enough.
[] Interrogate someone else.
-[] Cat pile
-[] Barkley?
[] Leave, you're done here
-[] Where do you go?
[] Read the fancy letter.
[] Throw item in the trash can
-[] Letter to the next one
-[] Coffee stained napkin
-[] Autopsy report
-[] Doctors credentials
Voting closes at 10 PM Monday, Australian Eastern Time. The inventory has been updated with the text of the 'Letter to the Next One.'
You give the owl a stern glare "I will do no such thing! I am the detective here and I am not going to be interrupting my investigation to talk to the tabloids. You are the one that is going sit down and wait for her turn like a full grown woman, do you understand?" You lecture the owl, who looks at you with narrowed eyes
"And what are you gonna do if I don't want to?" She says, puffing up her coppery feathers.
"I will have the constable throw you out," You say. Barkley seems to shift at that and the owl snorts, or at least makes a similar sound. "Fine fine," she says, "I'll wait. Meese old biddy in cheap cheaters...Mincin' in here all Mrs. Grundy..." the owl starts to mumble as she shuffles away.
With that dealt with, you walk back over to Robert and make to press him again. The man is suspicious, certainly the most believable murderer out of the bunch, and he left quite a bit of his testimony vague. He closes his eyes as you approach.
"Back at it, Mr. Redherring. If this wasn't what it looked like, then what was it? What were you doing at the time of the murder and immediately after?"
Redherring opens his eyes and his pin-prick pupils lock with a space just above you.
"I was speaking with the deceased. Everything went dark. When light returned, Ace was dead and the scream occurred. You took forever to get here. I could not leave because I'm not supposed to until you let me. Any further questions?" He says, quickly.
[Sleuth check - rolled 9 (2+2+1+3 = 8 + 1) - Success, barely]
You look at Redherring's sweating face, and his eyes twitch to avoid yours.
You keep your tone neutral, but firm. "Rubbish." You say, and he twitches away from you.
"You are feeding me nonsense, Redherring, and I am not swallowing. Now, I want you to tell me what happened and I want to do it properly now." You demand. The way he squirms to avoid your gaze is almost comical.
Redherring starts sweating and his eyes are wide and bloodshot "You want me to spell it out for you? Fine. I was talking with Ace, and then he was dead. The room screamed. I sat here, waiting for you, so we could start with this goddamn farce already!" He screams, red-faced and at his full height now, before he adjusts his tie. "That is the truth Miss Rodier, do with that as pleases you."
You stare at him for a good few seconds, saying nothing.
"Let me out of this goddamn cabin." He snaps.
Redherring having once again proven unhelpful, you decide to attempt a conversation with someone hopefully more reasonable.
The Doctor.
The odd man in the feathered suit is sitting hunched over at the table, scribbling quickly with a fountain pen.
"Oh, um, Detective. I was just writing up my written report, for evidence purposes."
You blink.
"Good work. I wanted to ask you a few questions directly, however. State of the body, time of death, cause of death..."
The doctor gives a weak smile and taps his report "I have that all written, detective."
"Wonderful. Can you show me?"
"Oh, well, what I have in any case."
[Ham check - rolled 8 (3 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 6 +2) - Failed]
You look over the report. It has a lot of graphs and medical jargon. All very professional, excepting some passages that go into great detail about the bouquet and body.
According to report, the cause of death is the hole in the chest and the time of death is listed simply as 'hours ago'.
"Why is there no precise time?" You ask, the Doctor tilts his head and responds.
"The clocks despise me, I'm afraid."
You smile and nod. These things can happen. You return the report and the doctor starts scratching once more with his pen.
"So, can I have your name, Doctor? Credentials?"
The Doctor looks up from his writing, looking like a chicken caught in headlights. "Oh, of course. Sorry about that, I've been out of it with the new murder and all. My name is Corvus Charon Corpsepicker M.D., PhD, Esquire."
He reaches into his pockets, or at least into a specific mass of feathers, and pulls out some impressive looking papers. You look them over.
[Sleuth roll - rolled 10 (3 + 1 + 3 + 1) = 8 + 1 (sleuth) + 1 (writer) = 10 - success!]
The writing on the papers and on the report you read are exactly alike.
"Am I the first person you've tried this on?" You ask.
The scribbling of the pen stops "Sorry?"
"Oh, don't give me that rubbish. These, Doctor, are fake! The handwriting is identical, there is no printing from any sort of institution, and they even appear to be written on train stationery!"
You slap them onto the desk, side by side.
"Same writing, same ink and same paper! These documents are falsified, sir. Why?"
You glare at the strange man, nervously fiddling with and plucking feathers from his suit. "I don't carry my degree around with me when I'm just getting on a train, alright? It's just something I made for the people who ask." The Doctor admits. You try to respond, but before you begin the Doctor interjects. "Look, we can talk about this later alright? Not here, I don't want to make a scene." The doctor says.
How do you answer?
[] No, make him answer here and now.
[] Relent. We can talk about this later, but we are talking about it.
[] Drop the issue. It doesn't matter.
[] Write-in
You sigh as you store the 'credentials'. Corpsepicker makes to stop you but is cowed by your insistence that this is important evidence. He pulls his hand back sadly. You look at your pockets.
You have no place for this.
"Where am I going to keep all this?" You mutter.
The Doctor blinks. "I would assume you put it in your bag. I mean, the bag that's next to you that I haven't seen before. I assume it's yours." Corsepicker points at an old leather luggage that stands next to you.
The same bag from your room.
Tentatively, you empty the contents of your pockets into it.
[Item acquired: Autopsy report (ace cold)]
[Item acquired: Doctor Corvus C. Corpsepicker's 'Credentials']
[Bag acquired: You can now bum around with your inventory.]
[Item acquired: Doctor Corvus C. Corpsepicker's 'Credentials']
[Bag acquired: You can now bum around with your inventory.]
After that mess is done you sigh and ask the doctor "So...what were you doing at the time of death?" The doctor nods and looks at his desk. "I was listening to music in my coupe, Detective." It sounds practised.
What Next?
[] Press Corpsepicker further
-[] What do you ask him? (2 questions, write in)
-[] Can anyone confirm your alibi?
-[] What was your relationship with the victim?
-[] A different question
-[] Present item, ask him about it (what item?)
[] Question Redherring...again
-[] What do you ask him? [2 questions]
-[] You seem nervous. Why?
-[] What do you mean "The room screamed"?
-[] Present item, ask him about it (what item?)
[] Have that interview with Amy, you let her stew long enough.
[] Interrogate someone else.
-[] Cat pile
-[] Barkley?
[] Leave, you're done here
-[] Where do you go?
[] Read the fancy letter.
[] Throw item in the trash can
-[] Letter to the next one
-[] Coffee stained napkin
-[] Autopsy report
-[] Doctors credentials
Voting closes at 10 PM Monday, Australian Eastern Time. The inventory has been updated with the text of the 'Letter to the Next One.'
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- Location
- St. Petersburg
'hole'
A case of a missing dot. Mysterious.
Ah, there she is, masquerading as a comma. Case solved.
'was listening'
I call bullshit. If the owl were a real doctor, we would never have been able to read the report in the first place!
[x] Relent. We can talk about this later, but we are talking about it.
Just pick a weapon when you decide to do it. Sometimes the doctors are in on it!
How many actions can we take?
I want to do it old Sierra/Lucas Arts quest style, by shoving dirty napkins in their faces asking if they mean anything to them.
[x] Press Corpsepicker further
-[x] Can anyone confirm your alibi?
-[x] Present item, ask him about it (what item?)
--[x] A coffee-stained napkin
[x] Have that interview with Amy, you let her stew long enough.
[] Throw item in the trash can
-[] Doctors credentials
...tempting.
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Unless Ace has some unusual atanomy, I think you might want to pick one and stick to it.
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DocSpooky
Humblest in the World
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Voting is now closed, ladies and gentlemen. The winning course of action, with 2 votes, is
We'll have the next chapter up quick as you like.
We'll have the next chapter up quick as you like.
Chapter 8
DocSpooky
Humblest in the World
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Chapter 8
"Now, 'Doctor'," you say, the quotes audible in your voice, "You'd not happen to have anyone who can confirm your alibi, would you?"
Corpsepicker huffs and looks utterly wounded. "I had a short chat with the reporter in the coupe next to me, she could confirm my alibi, 'Detective.'" You feel like you deserved that.
With a slight nod, you reach into your bag and bring out the napkin for the doctor to inspect. "Does this mean anything to you?" You ask.
The Doctor looks down at it and looks you straight in the eyes. "It is a napkin, it's got coffee on it. Tea maybe. Look, Miss Rodier, you might not think I'm a doctor but I promise you I'm not a janitor either." The doctor says dryly "Just put it in the bin unless you think you can use it."
You sigh at that and return the napkin to your pocket. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Corpsepicker." You say.
"It was more trouble than it was worth." He responds.
You shuffle over to the owl, who is positively bouncing in contempt. "Took you long enough!" She caws,
"Making me wait like I'm from some kinda gossip rag! Steams me up like no idea! You finally ready for an interview, then?"
You sigh, pull out a chair and sit down. "I am, so let's get this over with."
With practised ease, the little bird gathers up her notepad and pen, flutters up to a bedpole and swings herself upside down. With the notepad tucked into her wing and the pen clutched in one of her talons, she clears her throat.
"So, bluenose, who are you? Name and occupation for the record?" She says, her eyes glinting.
"How did you get stuck in our little slice of he-, uh, heaven? Slice of heaven?"
Before you can reply, the owl fires off another question.
"Where ya from? How educated are you? How much do you know about all this paranormal naff? How do you know about it? What were the names of your parents?"
You try your best to overrule the wave of questions.
"Oh, stop that!" You proclaim, "This is an interview, but it won't be one-way, Miss F'Owler."
The Owl makes to disagree but you push on, taking some pride in being the one to talk over her this time.
"This is a murder investigation, a crime scene. You are also going to answer my questions or leave, do you understand?"
The owl glares at you but nods her upside-down head.
"Fine, it's all Jake. What do you wanna know, Hun?" The owl says, clearly annoyed with you.
Question one, occupation
[] Tell her the truth, writer
[] Lie through your teeth, detective
[] Former detective, current writer
[] Write in (Truth or lie?)
Question two, what were you doing before coming here?
[] Travelling back from a convention (Truth or lie?)
[] Traveling back from a signing session (Truth or lie?)
[] Traveling back from your sisters wedding (Truth or lie?)
[] Traveling back from your best friend (and editor)'s wedding (Truth or lie?)
[] Write in (Truth or lie?)
Question three, how much do you know about the occult, and how do you know it?
[] I know nothing about the occult (Lie)
[] I am a great and powerful sorceress! (Lie)
[] I am somewhat well-versed in the occult (Truth)
-[] I couldn't get my stories published, so I summoned a demon (Truth or lie?)
-[] I was down on my luck when my publisher approached me. He showed me a new side of the world (Truth or lie?)
-[] I've been on the outskirts of the supernatural community since I was very young. They've been a great source of inspiration for my stories (Truth or lie?)
-[] Write in (Truth or lie?)
[] Write in (Truth or lie?)
You have three questions to ask Amy. What do you ask?
[] Can you confirm Dr. Corpepicker's alibi?
[] What can you tell me about this? (Present item)
[] What do you know about the train?
[] Do you know who's in charge around here?
[] What were you doing at the time of the murder?
[] Why were you so late to arrive?
[] Write in
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Please include (lie) or (truth) at the end of each of your answers to Amy's questions. I was concerned about how short this chapter was, but I came to the conclusion that it'd be far more trouble than it was worth trying to have this conversation continue without knowing what either party was saying.
"Now, 'Doctor'," you say, the quotes audible in your voice, "You'd not happen to have anyone who can confirm your alibi, would you?"
Corpsepicker huffs and looks utterly wounded. "I had a short chat with the reporter in the coupe next to me, she could confirm my alibi, 'Detective.'" You feel like you deserved that.
With a slight nod, you reach into your bag and bring out the napkin for the doctor to inspect. "Does this mean anything to you?" You ask.
The Doctor looks down at it and looks you straight in the eyes. "It is a napkin, it's got coffee on it. Tea maybe. Look, Miss Rodier, you might not think I'm a doctor but I promise you I'm not a janitor either." The doctor says dryly "Just put it in the bin unless you think you can use it."
You sigh at that and return the napkin to your pocket. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Corpsepicker." You say.
"It was more trouble than it was worth." He responds.
You shuffle over to the owl, who is positively bouncing in contempt. "Took you long enough!" She caws,
"Making me wait like I'm from some kinda gossip rag! Steams me up like no idea! You finally ready for an interview, then?"
You sigh, pull out a chair and sit down. "I am, so let's get this over with."
With practised ease, the little bird gathers up her notepad and pen, flutters up to a bedpole and swings herself upside down. With the notepad tucked into her wing and the pen clutched in one of her talons, she clears her throat.
"So, bluenose, who are you? Name and occupation for the record?" She says, her eyes glinting.
"How did you get stuck in our little slice of he-, uh, heaven? Slice of heaven?"
Before you can reply, the owl fires off another question.
"Where ya from? How educated are you? How much do you know about all this paranormal naff? How do you know about it? What were the names of your parents?"
You try your best to overrule the wave of questions.
[ Ham check - Rolled 11 (3 + 2 + 2 + 2 = 9 + 2) - Success, high end ]
"Oh, stop that!" You proclaim, "This is an interview, but it won't be one-way, Miss F'Owler."
The Owl makes to disagree but you push on, taking some pride in being the one to talk over her this time.
"This is a murder investigation, a crime scene. You are also going to answer my questions or leave, do you understand?"
The owl glares at you but nods her upside-down head.
"Fine, it's all Jake. What do you wanna know, Hun?" The owl says, clearly annoyed with you.
Question one, occupation
[] Tell her the truth, writer
[] Lie through your teeth, detective
[] Former detective, current writer
[] Write in (Truth or lie?)
Question two, what were you doing before coming here?
[] Travelling back from a convention (Truth or lie?)
[] Traveling back from a signing session (Truth or lie?)
[] Traveling back from your sisters wedding (Truth or lie?)
[] Traveling back from your best friend (and editor)'s wedding (Truth or lie?)
[] Write in (Truth or lie?)
Question three, how much do you know about the occult, and how do you know it?
[] I know nothing about the occult (Lie)
[] I am a great and powerful sorceress! (Lie)
[] I am somewhat well-versed in the occult (Truth)
-[] I couldn't get my stories published, so I summoned a demon (Truth or lie?)
-[] I was down on my luck when my publisher approached me. He showed me a new side of the world (Truth or lie?)
-[] I've been on the outskirts of the supernatural community since I was very young. They've been a great source of inspiration for my stories (Truth or lie?)
-[] Write in (Truth or lie?)
[] Write in (Truth or lie?)
You have three questions to ask Amy. What do you ask?
[] Can you confirm Dr. Corpepicker's alibi?
[] What can you tell me about this? (Present item)
[] What do you know about the train?
[] Do you know who's in charge around here?
[] What were you doing at the time of the murder?
[] Why were you so late to arrive?
[] Write in
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Please include (lie) or (truth) at the end of each of your answers to Amy's questions. I was concerned about how short this chapter was, but I came to the conclusion that it'd be far more trouble than it was worth trying to have this conversation continue without knowing what either party was saying.
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- Location
- St. Petersburg
I should probably vote.
No comment on the handwriting, hm...
[x] Former detective, current writer
[x] Travelling back from a convention (lie)
[x] I am somewhat well-versed in the occult (Truth)
-[x] I couldn't get my stories published, so I summoned a demon (lie)
Mix the facts up a bit. Enough that we can back some of it with our skills, but nothing concrete.
Ah, forget it!
[x] Can you confirm Dr. Corpepicker's alibi?
[x] What do you know about the train?
[x] Why were you so late to arrive?
That's where we got it from!
No comment on the handwriting, hm...
[x] Former detective, current writer
[x] Travelling back from a convention (lie)
[x] I am somewhat well-versed in the occult (Truth)
-[x] I couldn't get my stories published, so I summoned a demon (lie)
Mix the facts up a bit. Enough that we can back some of it with our skills, but nothing concrete.
But she's not-... She got on the train after-...
Ah, forget it!
[x] Can you confirm Dr. Corpepicker's alibi?
[x] What do you know about the train?
[x] Why were you so late to arrive?
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- Location
- France
[X] Lie through your teeth, detective
[X] Traveling back from your sisters wedding (Truth or lie?)
[X] I am somewhat well-versed in the occult (Truth)
None of the sub-choices are compatible with the "I'm a detective" angle :'(
[X] Can you confirm Dr. Corpepicker's alibi?
[X] What were you doing at the time of the murder?
[X] Why were you so late to arrive?
[X] Traveling back from your sisters wedding (Truth or lie?)
[X] I am somewhat well-versed in the occult (Truth)
None of the sub-choices are compatible with the "I'm a detective" angle :'(
[X] Can you confirm Dr. Corpepicker's alibi?
[X] What were you doing at the time of the murder?
[X] Why were you so late to arrive?
DocSpooky
Humblest in the World
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Corpsepicker was talking to Amy, the reporter, at the time of the murder. There was no accusation levelled at Marie in this sentence.