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 Posted: Sun Jan 01, 2012 3:21 pm
Location: BendenAfter some poking around, you are pointed in the direction of the Storage Rooms - rooms that are often out of the way, secluded, or easy to hide in. Perhaps the assassin left some clues behind in these places. Located in the general living quarters of the weyrfolk, the storage rooms are off main hallways and contain everything from linens to oil and candles, things useful in the running of a Weyr. The fifth store room you check is stocked with jars of oil and rags for dragons, the smell is bitter-sweet and heavy from the fumes in the room and a Candidate is hiding in the corner, her eyes big as she crouches behind the large jar. A small wheeled cart sits in the middle, one jar already on the platform indicating she'd been loading oil for transport somewhere. "A-ah, you scared me! I know I'm late but I'm getting it done, I promise... Just this jar..." Investigation Week 2 Only the NPC described in the last (third) paragraph may be interviewed.
This is an ORP that will be lead by Staff - staff will be posting responses based on the posts received once or twice a day, each character can post as they want but the NPC response will not wait for all to post before answering.
Feel free to ask whatever questions that your character would ask!
Remember that this is an investigation about the Mystery Man who assassinated two ranking Riders and tried to kill a third.
A Hint: Look for relations between rumors and things said but remember not everyone knows the truth! Think about the answers you receive!
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 7:48 pm
This group thing was...well, not Dinah's thing, and she was trying to avoid the group element as much as possible, although she couldn't today. She didn't like working with riders, didn't fully trust them, and wasn't entirely certain she should be working with them at all. It wasn't good for her image, for one thing, and for another, it seemed like she could barely spend two minutes with one before they pissed her off somehow. If this went on for too long or took a wrong turn, someone was going to end up with a broken nose.
The handler's lips curled in distaste at the hiding Candidate. "Oh, leave off it. What're you up to back here? Nothing says future rider like slacking." Dinah shook her head. "But we don't have to tell anyone, least not if you answer some questions."
"You seen or heard or found anything lately while you skulked around?" Just behind her, Dinahsk snorted, putting her head over her partner's shoulder. Sure, her eyes were a contented mix of blue-green, but Dinah had found that a wher was a wher to most people who hadn't been around them much, and could be effective for intimidation regardless. Not always, but sometimes she got lucky, and it had the fringe benefit of being satisfying as well as useful.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 8:08 pm
Tsubari made sure to stay away from Dinah. With all the stress with the whers and their handlers, he didn't want to be too close in case his brown decided to start a fight. As they entered the store room he wasn't surprised at the female getting oils ready for someone's dragon.
Tsubarisk stuck his nose in and took it right back out. The smell was enough to make him sneeze. The brown wher stood back and waited for Tsubari to do whatever it was he had to do. "So what did you do that you are trying to hide for? I would have to say you aren't from the Weyr or else you would know better places to hide." He gave her a smile to take out the sting of Dinah's words.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 5:42 am
Vaela wasn't typically a very outspoken or loud candidate, indeed given the choice she tended to hang back and keep her mouth shut - but now suddenly startled and faced with not one but two Whers and their handlers she wanted to shrink back even more. If ever there would be a good time for the ground to open up and swallow someone she thought this might be it.
"I..I wasn't hiding, I was trying to load this jar but it's heavy.." She stated in a quiet voice, at least the second handler - the male seemed a bit more friendly as far as she could tell but everyone had told her that wherhandlers were touchy people, especially when it came to candidates and riders so she wasn't about to press her luck by being anything other then polite.
"It's a storage room" She said quietly, glancing around the room and blinking a little bit as though a bit unsure just what the female wherhandler wanted her to say she found "Just jars and rags in here, I don't really know what your looking for but I'll help you find it if you tell me..." She offered in that same quiet voice in an attempt to be polite.
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Dragonflight Pern Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 6:02 am
Dinah was definitely going to be a problem if she kept up questioning every person they came across as if they were an accomplice to the murderer. N'mol glanced at her. He would keep an eye on her and they would have a talk soon, before she assumed she was in charge and things got completely out of hand. The wherhandler from the other group, whose name he couldn't remember (if he had ever been told it), was at least more polite about his question. Since the doorway wasn't large enough to fit both wherhandlers and N'mol's tall frame, he politely tapped Tsubari on the shoulder and smiled when the man turned to him.
"Excuse me," he said, and slipped by him into the room. He turned his friendly smile on the girl and moved over to help her with the jar. As he got his fingers wedged under the large thing, he glanced up and treated her to the smile in his blue eyes as well. For all he knew, this girl could grow up to be one of the quiet types of Goldriders, a balance for Kindra's outspoken tendencies.
"I'm N'mol, rider of Bronze Tyeth. I'm sorry if my friends startled you. We're working to see if anyone knows anything about the man who killed Kestril, trying to help the Weyr discover why it happened. Even Candidates," he smiled again, inviting her to share the light joke, "see and hear things, sometimes better than those who handle whers or ride dragons. Maybe you've heard something from your fellow Candidates or some of the other folk you work with about why the killer would have targeted Kestril and the other Weyrleaders and women?"
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 3:51 pm
After some investigation Kindra was venturing to the halls, she was walking with F'itz, the older Brownrider being familiar to her and one she didn't mind 'escorting' her. She wasn't pleased with the whole Escorting thing but if she had to be followed around she'd rather it him than some other dimglow she barely knew. She'd hoped it was N'mol or one of the others that had Impressed but she hadn't been dissapointed when F'itz had turned up just as Suunath was heading down to go and eat. She was often amazed with her Dragon, who had gone from a tiny hatchling eating all the time and needing constant oiling to this half grown beast who now ate only every few days. Kindra kept up with the daily oiling despite Suunath not 'needing' it, because it kept her close to her Dragon.
As she walked along with F'itz she heard voices coming from the storeroom and she groaned and sagged just a little... it just HAD to be that sharding woman didn't it, that stupid, pig headed Wherhandler who just grated on Kindra's every nerve. As she rounded the corner she saw two of them, two wherhandlers and a slightly nervous looking Candidate. She was about to intervene when N'mol showed himself and did what she had been about to. Well, looked like she wasn't needed after all but she HAD come for some rags. She coughed loudly at the wherhandlers in her way and eyed the jar that N'mol was moving for the young girl. "What's in the Jar?" she asked, since part of weyrwoman duties (which was a side she didn't like) was keeping track of what stores there were and making sure that tithes included more of what they were lacking and less of that of which they had a glut. "N'mol, be a dear and hand me some clean rags, the ones i use with Suunath are wearing thin" she added, why fetch something herself when someone already in there could get it for her.
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 4:33 pm
N'mol glanced up as Kindra appeared, eyed her for a moment at the 'be a dear' and nodded. With Kindra, he was used to the condescending nature, though that would stop as soon as she went too far or he was in a better position to correct her. He certainly wouldn't do it here, in front of so many other people. He lifted the heavy jar of oil on to the cart, dusted his hands on his pants, and turned to find some rags. He was used to lugging heavy things around the weyr, so the jar wasn't too much for him the way it was too much for one poor sprite of a girl.
The boy tugged some of the clean rags off the shelf and walked back to the door, handing them to her between the two wherhandlers. He moved back after to rebalance the jar so it wouldn't fall off the cart when the girl left. That would reflect poorly on him and it wouldn't do the Candidate much good either.
"I'm sorry, I didn't get your name, Candidate...?" he added, fishing for any kind of polite information that might make her feel more comfortable with them.
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2012 3:14 pm
Emkin felt she had no choice but to follow her group down to the Storage Rooms. She was sad they didn’t get to the one she was most comfortable in; the one holding various materials she used in her weavings. Nope this was the dragon oil room. Surprisingly there was someone there. A fellow candidate that Emkin didn’t know. Her eyes glanced to her group. She couldn’t ask riders or a handler to help the girl.
“Here let me help you life that.” She said quietly, moving forward to assist moving the barrel to the cart. N’mol beat her to it. She blushed now feeling foolish and backed off, looking away. Emkin tried to tuck herself into a tiny corner as she watched the wherhandlers and dragonriders from the corner of her eyes. Oh she hoped they didn’t get into a spitting match. Vervoras gave an indignant squeak as her tail got squished against the wall.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2012 9:03 am
K'en had admittedly been lagging behind slightly in the investigations, namely because he spent a bit more time pondering the things that he had already heard rather than trying to actively seek out new information right away. The atmosphere of the Weyr was also not the best of motivators in this hunt. He hated the suspicion, the constant questioning of everyone and anyone... and he rather wished that he had been grouped with his brother. B'nen would have been a very nice balance to Kindra's hot-temper. Speaking of Kindra...
When he came upon the next storage room to check, he found that it was already quite occupied, with several others surrounding and interrogating a poor, very nervous-looking Candidate. "Is... everything alright here?" K'en asked the group politely, trying (likely in vain) to redirect some of the attention from the one girl. He didn't really believe that questioning people in mobs like this was a very effective way to gain information...
Many are quick to accuse, Stromath remarked, watching the scene through his bonded's eyes from where he lay outside. But I agree that intimidation is not always best. Proceed cautiously.
Of course, he replied. He would stay for now, if only to ensure that things didn't get too out of hand, but he planned to stay back for the most part.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 5:48 am
Vaela breathed a sigh of relief as the other male showed up and introduced himself - he at the very least seemed polite and nice - but then he was apparently a bronze rider so of course he was diplomatic, bronze riders had to be good leaders."Thank you" She told N'mol with a slight duck of her head in reverence - I mean he could grow up to be a weyrleader someday, and lead her in a fight against thread if she ever impressed!
"I'm Vaela" she introduced herself to the quickly growing crowd while N'mol fetched Kindra some rags, having looked up and seen that a couple others had joined them in the room which was quickly growing crowded.Including the jr weyrwomen...and they were asking her about the murderer..Vaela was suddenly getting quite nervous at all this scrutiny "It..it's just oil for the other riders ma'am" She answered the goldrider's question.
'I..I haven't heard much about the murderer" She told the group, eyeing them all in turn and noting that yet a few others had joined them. "But someone said that the things he had seemed planted though. I hope that's true.." She trailed off.
"It's fine..I think" She answered the male in the back - whom she was pretty sure was another bronze rider and smiled at Emkin who had seemed like she was about to help her out before N'mol beat her to it. It was a nice thought and Vaela decided she liked the women. The Wherhandlers still mde her somewhat nervous however...but at least with the addition of the dragonrider's she was feeling a bit more comfortable.
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Dragonflight Pern Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 8:44 am
F'itz, who had been standing quietly behind Kindra until then, made a thoughtful noise and regarded Vaela carefully. "Planted, you say? Have you any thoughts on who would do that?" Another Weyr? An agent from within? Holders?... Somebody who had known the passages well. A resident. He didn't want that to be true, he really didn't, but he couldn't just close his mind and dismiss it because it was an unpleasant thought. Treachery was a very real possibility.
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 1:08 pm
Dinah had rolled her eyes when N'mol arrived, and then Kindra. Really, she'd be so much better off if she could just do this alone, in her not-so-humble opinion. Not that some weakling Candidate was likely to actually know anything in the first place. Snorting, she leaned up against a shelf and watched the riders make nice with the maybe-future-rider in the hopes she'd tell something they didn't already know or couldn't guess for themselves.
Meanwhile, she eyed Tsubari as well. She was more inclined to give him a chance than she was the Weyrlings, since he was handler, but...she wasn't quite certain about him yet.
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