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In Vee s post in the Bloody Mary game:



Mills came upon the same hallway filled with broken glass that Vee had. She wondered if the mess had been caused by the patient she was looking for. Good thing she was wearing her steel-toed boots. The sound of glass breaking underfoot was a little unnerving, but somehow satisfying at the same time. "What kinda music is that anyway?" she asked. It wasn't really her thing. Mills' favorite kind of music was...

The catacombs were certainly dark... dark enough that anything wet would be very slippery and very dangerous. The fact that the wet thing in question was a knife only made things worse. At first, Lutwidge picked it up to use as a weapon... but upon seeing that it had been liberally dunked in blood, he decided against using it until it dried off some. Gingerly, he carried it, wondering if the mystery patient had anything to do with it.

((It said we could put more than one in a post, so long as there was RP for each one...))



Lutwidge stopped short as he saw another piece of paper on the ground. What was this, another picture? Eagerly, he turned it over... no, no picture here. Just some sort of abstract design- like a tattoo or something. Might be kinda pretty on human skin...



Lutwidge thought he might have solved the mystery as to where the papers were coming from. There was a book down here! An actual book! He knew this book well, too- it was a collection of Middle Eastern stories framed by a story about a woman who didn't want to be put to death by her ridiculous royal husband. There were dozens of stories in this book... clue or not, he was keeping this.

More paper caught Lutwidge's eye. It was getting darker and damper down here in the depths of the dungeon... In the distance, he could see a flickering light. Could this be the escaped patient? Or perhaps... a sign of him! Or her. he wasn't sure which. As he ran towards the light, he didn't see any human-esque shadows on the wall. Possibly- and this was a very slim possibly- this was safe. As he reached the light, he discovered it was coming from a small candle. There was a note near the candle. In the gloom, it was difficult to read, but eventually, he deciphered the words. "Make a wish," it said. He could barely make out the letters... but now he had a light source. He'd forfeit his wish if it kept the candle going- there was NO way he was gonna blow it out! "I wish that the light stays on," he whispered quietly so that nobody could hear him. After all, if your wish is heard, it won't come true...

((And now RP for the ones I didn't find))



As he wandered the halls, candle in hand and knife in... uh... other hand, Lutwidge heard the faint sound of music coming from somewhere. It wasn't a song he really knew- he'd heard the tune maybe on a radio somewhere, but modern music really wasn't his thing- and he wondered if this also had something to do with the missing patient. He'd not heard real music in absolute ages, so he stood still for a while and enjoyed it before going on his way.



"Another foot, another note," Lutwidge mused softly at a piece of paper on the ground. This one was obviously a clue. It said so. In large letters. He picked it up and turned it over. So something in this asylum fed on blood. Lutwidge raised an eyebrow at the thought. Of all the people he'd met? Frankly, he'd be surprised if there wasn't a bloodsucker.



Lutwidge's foot connected with something in the dark that rolled down the hallway with a skittering sound. He chased after it and picked it up. The bottle- a pretty one, though it didn't smell so pretty- was still rolling when he nabbed it, no doubt due to the slime on the ground. Blech. It was a nice bottle, even if it wasn't important to the investigation or anything. He pocketed it along with the book and the notes and continued the search.

Found in the Bloody Mary Thread



Tilting her head slightly, Tonny's forehead wrinkled in confusion as she heard a slight strain of....music? At times she heard people doing what they called 'singing' in the asylum, and she was no exception; Reverie at times had all but told her outright that her singing could turn cucumbers into pickles. But what did it mean? Did the mysterious patient have access to a player? Or were they able to make such sounds themselves, like some freaky Transformers hybrid?

Found in the CYOA thread:




"Oh yuck!" Tonny cringed as her voice rang off of the walls. She stared down at the bloody knife on the floor, one of the dripping edges touching her sneaker. Did someone just get done in? She looked down at the ghastly weapon, noticing that the amount of blood seemed less like evidence for a stabbing and more like some nasty, melting blood pop.Why would someone dip a knife in blood and just leave it in the hallway? She had a fleeting memory of her uncle telling her a horrible story of hunters who would dip knives in frozen blood and leave them for tigers to lick on until they died from the loss of blood from their poor, sliced tongues. Was this person trying to catch a tiger? She grinned a shaky grin as she used her shoe to scoot the bloody knife away. If she had to do detective work for a living, she'd starve to death.

Found in thread:



Holy crow, a book! Tonny pounced on it and grabbed it. How many nights would she have just loved to have something to read as she sat there in her room with nothing to do but count the cracks in her ceiling? And here it was just laying there in the hallway! It was practically criminal. She looked at the cover, reading the words aloud in a whisper. "One Thousand and One Nights". That'd sure be a lot of stories to help pass the time. She would read it and share it with that poor woman....Mai, was it? She could use a book of stories to read to her son. In the meantime, could the mystery patient have left this? And why?