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redthreadrpg2017-03-11 12:09 am
redthreadmods) wrote in redthreadrpg2017-03-11 12:09 am
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Event Mingle
Who: Everyone
When: Day 6
What: An unpleasant surprise
Where: Courtyard
Warnings: A corpse (Let the mods know if threads go into territory that requires additional warnings)
It's a pleasant day and the sun is shining in through the courtyard's glass roof. Maybe that only serves to draw more attention to the bright colors of an unfamiliar figure sitting in the shade of a tree.
That is, someone who is both unfamiliar and quite dead. Closer inspection will reveal she died from the wooden stake that's still stuck through her heart. There are a number of lesser injuries present as well; whoever this was, she clearly went out fighting. And she clearly wasn't pleased about the situation, as one of her hands seems permanently stuck flashing the middle finger.
With all her clothes in place, two odd marks will be visible. First, there are several thin bands on her pinky finger, tattood in red ink. There are also dots on her neck that almost make it look like someone bit her, but on closer inspection, it's not blood but a similar red dye. Should anyone be intrepid enough to remove her clothes, there are several more red tattoos to find: a knife on her back, a noose on the front of neck, a broken bottle on her right arm, a gun on the left, a mace on her left shoulder, and something across her heart that's been obscured by the stake injury, but might have been an arrow.
Perhaps most curious is that anyone with any knowledge of the subject might be able to identify that the death isn't recent. Whoever this corpse belongs to, she's been dead for a while. There's no one around to give any answers, so exactly where she came from and what she's doing in the courtyard now remains quite a mystery.
A pair of bubble blowers, meanwhile, have been placed into the weapon cabinets. It's equally mysterious what they're supposed to be good for.
When: Day 6
What: An unpleasant surprise
Where: Courtyard
Warnings: A corpse (Let the mods know if threads go into territory that requires additional warnings)
It's a pleasant day and the sun is shining in through the courtyard's glass roof. Maybe that only serves to draw more attention to the bright colors of an unfamiliar figure sitting in the shade of a tree.
That is, someone who is both unfamiliar and quite dead. Closer inspection will reveal she died from the wooden stake that's still stuck through her heart. There are a number of lesser injuries present as well; whoever this was, she clearly went out fighting. And she clearly wasn't pleased about the situation, as one of her hands seems permanently stuck flashing the middle finger.
With all her clothes in place, two odd marks will be visible. First, there are several thin bands on her pinky finger, tattood in red ink. There are also dots on her neck that almost make it look like someone bit her, but on closer inspection, it's not blood but a similar red dye. Should anyone be intrepid enough to remove her clothes, there are several more red tattoos to find: a knife on her back, a noose on the front of neck, a broken bottle on her right arm, a gun on the left, a mace on her left shoulder, and something across her heart that's been obscured by the stake injury, but might have been an arrow.
Perhaps most curious is that anyone with any knowledge of the subject might be able to identify that the death isn't recent. Whoever this corpse belongs to, she's been dead for a while. There's no one around to give any answers, so exactly where she came from and what she's doing in the courtyard now remains quite a mystery.
A pair of bubble blowers, meanwhile, have been placed into the weapon cabinets. It's equally mysterious what they're supposed to be good for.
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"Why a sewing machine? How would that help with a murder? We need a camera to document evidence, not clothes... at least, that's how it goes in the detective movie I saw, once. So I think... that's what we should do. Probably...?"
She pauses, looking at her own PJs--the little dinosaurs on them, the light blue fabric, the hasty sewing job in the middle of her chest... ick.
"... Well. I mean, I need clothes, these pajamas are completely ridiculous, but that's entirely off topic."
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