"Crown Industries..." the guy scratches his head again. "Isn't that the guys who installed the new display panels for the gallery? You know, the art gallery, deck 5. It's restricted access though, even for us, and you." He looks directly at Cass. "Well, not until it's open for the pre-show anyway."
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The card key is covered in blood. It is unreadable!
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 1:54 pm
Solia was suddenly very very very interested in just what the security guard had to say. "We were hired for various reasons, but no one hires a group of multi-skilled individuals with the mind that someone will die. My boss isn't your boss though, I don't know who contracted us, just that we have work to do. We didn't hear of a curse... So cut me a bit of slack here. Who is your boss, and what is all this about a curse?"
Solia grinned. "Better to collaborate than work sperately or worse, counter to one another!"
"Below the deck, maybe engineering," he answered both women at once. He scanned the manual, which seemed to be mostly cleaning gibberish for cups. Not something any engineer would be wasting their time with, unless their secret dream was to become a bartender. It was good to have something to focus on. He just had to keep in mind that accusing any of the leads or assistants, even if he found them covered in blood and waving guns around, was a bad idea. "Maybe not."
"So, this 'engineer' valk around with big handful of pens and chusteczka for dishes, to middle of crowded deck, and..." He (accidentally insensitively) mimed a gunshot to the head with one hand. "Does not make sense. Vhy he do this..."
He glanced up at the mention of a 'curse', and gave a superstitious look to the rest of the clue-seekers. He'd read way too many unsolved mysteries floating around the internet in his time. "Please tell me name of this ship is not Mary Celeste."
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 2:08 pm
Ofelia frowned at the blood on the card key and decided to wipe it off on the torn part of her dress to see if it would clear off whatever was on it. Her dress was already ruined as it was and her concept of not really tampering with evidence was limited to wanting to know more. Everyone had card keys with names and rooms and everything else on them and by Deus she wanted this one.
Thankfully one of the hunters she knew only by face said something, repeating about engineering, and he was speaking to Cass too. "What's a 'Mary Celeste' ?" Was all she took out of that conversation, also something about an art gallery? "Also if the note talks 'bout cleanin glass an' the company was made fer cleanin' glass why would an' engineer have ta worry 'bout that kinda stuff? Do 'all think they use glass in engineerin' or are they spread so thin on staff people gotta double up on jobs?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 2:18 pm
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It was not difficult in the slightest to find the location that they sought, with so many fellow hunters surrounding a large pool of blood. Had she missed that flaring fact, Mimsy would have immediately requested a division switch, because failing to notice the obvious must have meant that Svensyl had finally ruined her brain.
Still gently holding Kostya's arm, she stopped short of the gathered investigators, curiously tilting her head at the body splayed on the floor before them. She glanced at her escorted colleague and raised her eyebrows, hoping to prompt the release any ideas he might have. And just to cover more methods of gathering information, she cleared her throat behind Lucky. Instead of waiting for him to acknowledge her, she opted to skip unnecessary steps of small talk by getting to the point.
"Have you discovered any beneficial information, or arrived at a viable conclusion?" She looked at him only long enough to get her questions out, turning her attention back to the body.
She smiled. A problem to be solved. This might prove to be an enjoyable excursion after all.
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 2:19 pm
Heidi glanced up and realized the boutique shops were just nearby. People had been shopping, right? There had been screaming, people running...that meant there could be witnesses, right? "Did anyone in the stores see anything?" She asked one of the security guards. Why would someone want to kill themselves on a cruise? Especially when it'd only been like five minutes and no one had had time to cause any drama or anything. Maybe if there were more witnesses they could ask around!
She's totally watched like every episode of CSI and Criminal Minds. Heidi's got this.
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 2:30 pm
"Our boss, the guy who employed you?" it was questionable as to why the security guard was still answering Solia's questions considering his fondness for her. Mr. John Mahler, former Vice President of the Queen of the Seas franchise before he decided to start his own privately funded cruise project. The curse is totally unrelated and just some rumour." He waved it off and would not explain it any more in detail.
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The card key could not be wiped clean even with the part of the dress. It was still a messy, bloody smudge.
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"The stores people maybe saw something," the Security guard said, "but it's hard to say. Too many people moving around. If you ask me, it can't be anything but suicide unless people have magically developed the ability to teleport from the crime scene. The cameras caught nothing, just static and then, well, exactly as you see."
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 2:31 pm
Cass looked at the guard as he answered her question, prompting Cass to stroke her chin once before turning back to Lucky. "Not glasses, but glass it seems. Display panels for an art show...." She looked over the paper again. "An art show that perhaps might perhaps be related to that supposed 'curse' in some way?" she murmured under her breath for a moment.
"Who does have access to that gallery right now, though? More specifically, would this man have been allowed there?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 2:36 pm
Oh! That was good! She smiled. They could ask around! Wait..static? Heidi blinked. "Static? So like, he was alive and well, the screen went static, and then when they came back it was..this?" That was...weird. It kind of sounded like Poltergeist, when the tv would go all static and the little girl would talk to it.
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 3:01 pm
"Cursed ship. Crew goes missing, belongings untouched. Unsolved." Lucky had a very specific set of skills, and it was probably not clear whether they were useful right now. Lucky, for one, couldn't imagine Ofelia wasn't impressed by all this random useless trivia. "Is one of many. You think this is bad, let me tell you, do not get a radio. So much vorse things."
Lucky didn't even turn around, and therefore hadn't had the displeasure of seeing Comrade Kostya yet. He held up the kerchief-wrapped cleaning instructions that Cass had passed to him temporarily. He repeated the gist of the situation to her as well. "No conclusion. Dead man, bullet to head. A gun is here, could be one he is shot vith, could be setup. Uh, supposed he is engineer, but he carries a cloth for to clean glass. Cloth is belong to art gallery, put in by..." He looked at the paper again to be sure. "Crowne... Industries?"
He began to space out again, deeply in thought, before suddenly adding, "Oh, and there is a curse."
Solia was smiling. "Boss of a Boss, but my boss is uh... well he's more a direct guy. But thank you for that! All I knew was that we'd been hired by a private individual. Nowwwwwww to see a man about a curse."
Pulling away from the group she text the most reliable source she knew.
zoobey
Text to Mark: Super awesome jedi master sir, in exchange for a full batch of some avengers cookies, what can you tell me about Mr. John Mahler, his previous work, and better yet, the supposed curse of this ship?
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Text to Mark: They will be super awesome cookies okay pls answer
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Text to Mark:Please*
Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 3:06 pm
Aleister had wondered onto the crime scene pausing for a moment when he was stopped tilting his head a bit before shrugging and deciding to look around a bit. He noticed someone trying to clean a key card, as well as hearing Cass's questions as he walked up.
"Pardon me, but do you happen to know what the key card accessed?" Aleister asked one of the guards
Aleister paused when Ofelia spoke asking about cleaning glass, he pondered, "Well don't egineer's normally maintain things? Maybe they needed someone to manage the glass on the ship?" He looked around glancing towards the shops. "There's plenty of glass on here...."
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OOC: Name: Aleister Oleander Division: Death Alias: Al Lee Knits Actions: 1
Harland arrived with Dorian in time to eavesdrop on one of their fellow Deus members' explanation as to what had transpired; "I do love a curse," Harland said to the stranger with green hair, beaming widely; "If ye'll pardon my intrusion, 'n all. Harland Belle," he addressed the stranger. Seems like he was in the habit of telling just about everyone he met who he was.
"Now, wait a while, before anything gets rearranged too badly..." Harland said, Taking his phone out and starting to take several high-resolution photos (as high as his phone could manage, anyway) of the crime scene, examining them immediately afterwards for quality and consistency and spookiness sake. "Foirfe," Harland said, smiling again. The fact that there was blood everywhere didn't seem to bother him at all.
First things first: as soon as Harland paused his detective mode to think, he could smell an overwhelmingly odd and unpleasant odour. "Might any of y'all know what that stench is? Hate to draw attention to it, but..." Harland asked, smiling apologetically now, addressing the guards and anyone nearby who might know.
He then bent down, examining the bullet wound and the man's face for any clues as to what had gone down, and any aberrations in the wound.
"Any suspicions, Master Dorian?" Harland asked the man. Standing back up, he backed into yet another stranger, apologizing while Coyote wolf-whistled.
Harland Leander Belle
Hi, my name is: Tabasco Butler What? 120$ - 8$ = 112$ Actions taken: 3/5 I'm the real Harland Leander Belle, Death Hunter, in the Deus white duster with gold edging and gears on the hem over a brown vest with black silk lining, marred with a few cigarette burns; offwhite dress shirt, cufflinks hiding some questionable stains. Probably blood. Irish-American, accent muddled. 6'1". Yes I'm the real Harland, all you other Tabasco Butlers can--
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HI STRANGER you're being bumped into <3
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Harland says TY for helpful info also LOOK I GOT MY HUNTER ; u;
Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 3:50 pm
Having just missed the question about the curse, Mimsy at first assumed that the information explaining the curse reference was the answer to her questions. She made a face that all but said 'seriously, this is my ******** life now' before audibly sighing in relief when she realized apparently she'd confused the responses.
Squinting, she leaned forward to get a better look at the instructions Lucky showed her, assuming from a quick glance that they were some sort of glass-cleaning directions. Unfortunately, she failed to catch both the spelling of 'Crowne' industries and the fact that it was actually on the card and not something fabricated as a cruel reminder of...no, she didn't even want to think about it.
"Crown? Oh, ha ha; I suppose that I am also to assume that it is a green crown and that it belongs to a certain kingdom?" she spat, narrowing her eyes at the back of Lucky's head. She tried, and failed, to understand why he was bringing that up, especially in the presence of others. Was she supposed to be impressed by his suit and miscellaneous murder-knowledge? Or was his intention to push buttons until she left him alone? "I have no investment in this. If your preference is to be left to ascertain the circumstances of this death on your own, you may just say so."
He grip tightened on Kostya's arm, not hard enough to be painful, but stiff enough to be indicative of her annoyance.
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Posted: Sun Jun 16, 2013 3:50 pm
Heidi squeaked when someone suddenly bumped into her, stumbling in her effort to catch her balance. Huh? Who? Oh. Someone new! "Ah, heh. Don't worry. It's okay.." Oh, hadn't he asked about a smell? Heidi blinked and sniffed a bit, making the most regretful face after and covering her nose. That had been a terrible, terrible idea.
"I assumed it was just, y'know, the smell of dead things." This was a dead thing, after all.
Then again...the smell came from rotting dead things. This guy didn't look like he was rotting yet. Maybe he'd been dead longer than they thought? No, that couldn't be it. The security guard was claiming video surveillance. "How long does someone have to be dead before they start getting smelly?"
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