Clue

Mr PieTaster has invited six distinguished guests to his estate for a posh weekend party. However each of his guests has a weapon and a motive to murder him, and one will make good on such intent before the sun rises.

Mr PieTaster is a man of exquisite tastes who made his fortune in the pastry business. He stands six foot tall and slender and is very well mannered. Aging most gracefully into his forties, his dark hair grays at the temples. His dashing countenance reminds one of James Bond or John Steed and his parties are known for their lavishness. He awaits his guests in a navy tailored blazer and an ascot-stuffed open collar with subdued charm and six flutes of bubbly champagne in greeting.

I am the game master and all blue text will be my official game instructions. I intend to inform you all of all your options as the game progresses. Please feel free to PM me with any questions.

The first instruction is for each of the guests to post an introductory paragraph like Mr PieTaster's above. Describe yourself, your arrival and something about your profession and/or lifestyle. You must use your forum handle and give yourself a title. If you do not, I will make you Mr or Miss.

I will PM you all your clues as soon as I am done posting this. Once you all have posted your introductions, the game will begin.

Capt. Jude Rodney is a veteran of both Gulf Wars and has recently finished his lat tour of duty. He is a 50-something man who takes no guff from anyone and looks several years older than he should due to the stresses of his career. He is somewhat confused as to why Mr. Pie Taster would invite him to such a party, as it is no secret the hatred the two share for each other. What is a secret, however, is why. Neither man has ever mentioned the cause of the animosity between them.

Ms. SilkenSanctuary alights from the car, dismissing the driver with a wave. She adjusts the ivory coloured stole that envelops her shoulders and conjurs up a smile. Climbing the staircase towards the front door she grips the fabric of her sapphire hued dress so as not to trip and a slender finger extends to ring the bell. The uniformed man who answers frowns down on the woman and for a moment she wonders if he is simply displeased with his lot in life or disapproves of her. Widowed last year at the young age of thirty, her husband, more than twice her age, had left her his entire fortune. She's become accustomed to the unhappy stares that had since been thrown her way but the idea that she is being constantly judged by everyone she meets is one she cannot shake.

She widens her smile and her green eyes sparkle up at the sour man. No matter, she decides. She will enjoy the party anyway.

Dr. Sweety Angel arrives in a normal fashion in an older model Pontiac GrandAm as she grabs her medical bag and walks up towards the staircase to the front door. She is in her mid 30's with curly brown hair and sparkling blue eyes. Though a little on the fuller-figured side, her brains make up for what she lacks in her body's beauty. Making her own money by saving lives as a Chief Surgeon at her hospital and helping people, she thinks that this is another of Mr. PieTaster's special parties that she has been invited to.

Though she has never seen Mr. PieTaster before, she has heard of his parties but never had the time to go to them. Now was the only time that she could get away from the hospital... and get away from it all for just a few days. No worries and no medical emergencies... that was what she was hoping for during her stay.

Miss Plainjane

After the party started and we all met and exchanged hellos, I drifted off to the billiard room and missed shot after shot until another guest came in and after seeing me miss offered to coach me a little.

As I bent over the table he was behind me pressed up against my ass as he helped me properly grip the cuestick and aim the shot.

My mind was occupied, however by his hard cock pressing my rear and any thought of shooting pool was secondary to what I wanyedf to use the pol table for.

Eventually he challenged me to a gamne of 8 ball, spotting me three balls. The stakes were strip pool, and I missed my first shot after he broke, and he ran the table leaving wearing only my panties and bra.

Then he spotted me five balls, and ran the table again leaving me naked which was what I wanted in the first place.

We laid on the table wrapped in a blanket more for padding than warmth as his bod took care of that and we were there all night together

Mr. Jack Slade parked his Lincoln Town car next to a old Pontiac that had seen better years, and he pulled his large body out of the seat, before streching, and gathering his suitcase from the trunk.

Jack was a large middle aged man, and he had let his body go over the last few years, till he had a bit of a paunch around his belly. His wife would have called them love handles, but she had died the previous year, in a tragic accident. The police suspected, but could never prove that it was Mr PieTaster's car that hit her.

Jack had not been invited to the little party that Mr. PieTaster was having. He went to the back of the house, and he snuck into it, through a basement window. Jack hid himself in the Cellar, and he decided to wait there till later in the night before he would go find Mr. Pie Taster,and kill him. He had the weapon and he hated the man with a passion. All Jack had to do was wait till the proper time, and do he deed.

"Enjoy your little party Mr. PieTaster, it will be your Last..." Jack muttered under his breath.

The first to arrive was Capt Jude Rodney. No one told a story better than the gruff old war dog and was therefore a terrific party guest. Mr PieTaster greeted him with a wry smile and a wary eye, but a respectful handshake and a glass of champagne.

Ms SilkenSanctuary graced the front steps soon after. A party was just not a party without the presence of her impeccable sense of style. She was the darling of society even if society was jealous of her. Mr PieTaster called off his doorman and kissed the air next to her cheek.

Mr PieTaster was both puzzled and charmed as to why Dr SweetyAngel brought her medical bag to such an affair. Perhaps a homely one for such upper crust, nonetheless her notoriety as the finest surgeon in town warranted an invite.

Miss Plainjane arrived in a breeze as she always did and whisked herself off to the billiards room with some uninvited guest to fool around again as she always did. She was invited for sheer vapid fun.

On the security monitor, Mr PieTaster recognized Mr Jack Slade crawling in through one of the cellar windows. He wondered why he felt the need to gate crash as he was on the guest list after all.

Some time during the evening, Miss Daliha wandered in late and unannounced.

As the party wound down, the uninvited were rounded up and bid farewell to and the staff were sent home. The six guests were sent to their rooms for the evening in anticipation of breakfast by the pool.

Upon wake up call however, as the guests exited their rooms, a shocking discovery was made. Mr PieTaster had been murdered and his body had been placed at the bottom of the stairs positioned deliberately so that the cause of death could not be determined.

There was a murderer amongst the six guests. All were suspects, five were innocent and one was guilty, but ...

whodunit?

There are six suspects (alphabetical order) - one of you murdered Mr PieTaster.

Miss Daliha

Mr Jack Slade

Capt Jude Rodney

Miss Plainjane

Ms SilkenSanctuary

Dr SweetyAngel

There are six locations (alphabetical order) - Mr PieTaster was murdered in the murderer's room.

ballroom
- One of you stayed in the ballroom. Double doors open grandly onto a stunning mahogany floor waxed to a glossy shine. Tables line the far side of the room on caramel berber before autumn leaf brocade drapes gather gracefully to separate the floor to ceiling windows. The perfectly trimmed hedges around the tranquil neon blue swimming pool are visible through a grid of white painted panes. On the left side is the bandstand stage. On the right is the bar and the sound booth.

billiards room
- One of you stayed in the billiards room. The green velvet of two full sized snooker tables contrasts smartly with the rich maroon tone of the walls. A walnut rack lines most of the far wall with various cues. Small scoring blackboards correspond on the walls near their tables. A dart board is placed to the right as you walk in. Rectagular hood lamps suspended over the tables keeps the games lit while the surroundings remain subtly dimmed.

cellar
- One of you stayed in the cellar. Under the staircase a white washed door unlatches and opens to darkness. The pull of a chain illuminates the depths, revealing a sturdy wooden staircase leading down to a stone and mortar floor. The same stone and mortar forms the walls of the foundation. Along each side of the room are the wine racks of Mr PieTaster's well stocked collection. At the far end of the cellar stand three stacked stainless steel industrial washer/dryer combo units. Under the staircase is the walk in refrigerator.

commode
- One of you stayed in the commode. A grid of gleaming white ceramic tiles covers the floor and lines the baseboards to match the gleaming white porcelain of the toilet, sink and clawfoot tub. The walls are dark navy blue and all the fixtures are spotless chrome.

lounge
- One of you stayed in the lounge. The bar is dimly lit with ensconced aqua neon. The extensive collection of scotches, ryes, bourbons and other whiskeys sits on glass shelves against the mirrored back wall. Stella Artois, Warsteiner and Guiness are on tap. A 72" flatscreen high definition television is tuned to the match of the day with volume low. A tinted sliding door opens onto the smoking patio.

study
- One of you stayed in the study. A ceiling fan gently turns above butterscotch plush. A large walnut desk sits under the window with a view of the orchard. An intricate red and green floral pattern on white wallpaper lines the parallel walls. A credenza occupies one side. A low bookshelf under a Rembrandt is on the other. A loveseat sits next to the door.

There are six weapons (alphabetical order) - The murderer has the murder weapon.

baseball bat
- One of you has the baseball bat. Thirty-three inches of hickory shaped with a barrel tapering to a knob. The words "Louisville Slugger" are stamped onto it and are possibly the last thing that Mr PieTaster read.

icepick
- One of you has the icepick. A sharp pick on the end of a handle for hacking apart stubborn chunks of ice, the icepick is also handy for hacking up Mr PieTaster's flesh.

knife
- One of you has the knife. Six inches of shiny steel and easily concealed, the knife is useful if you need something cut, or if you need Mr PieTaster stabbed.

machete
- One of you has the machete. A short sword easily wielded with a single hand, this blade could certainly have done in Mr PieTaster.

revolver
- One of you has the revolver. The chamber holds six bullets but really only one is needed. A handgun has but one purpose, to kill a man such as Mr PieTaster.

wine bottle
- One of you has the wine bottle. It holds a litre and a half of bubbly and is deep dark green. If a blow to Mr PieTaster's head didn't do the trick, goring from the broken jagged edges could have.

There are six motives (alphabetical order) - Mr PieTaster was murdered for one of these reasons.

blackmail
- One of you wanted to murder Mr PieTaster because he was blackmailing you. Of course, if you pay a blackmailer, there's nothing to stop him from asking for more, other than his death.

hatred
- One of you wanted to murder Mr PieTaster as the target of a hate crime. Just as the Ku Klux Klan targets people for hatred of non-white ethnic backgrounds, Mr PieTaster was a celebrity target for hatred of pastries.

inheritance
- One of you wanted to murder Mr PieTaster to collect an inheritance. He had a substantial fortune and had named you in his will. he could have lived another fifty years. Now you don't have to wait.

psychosis
- One of you wanted to murder Mr PieTaster because you are mentally instable. Now that he's dead, that impulse has been sated.

witness
- One of you wanted to murder Mr PieTaster because he had witnessed one of your previous crimes. Now that he's out of the way, he can't testify against you.

So now the game begins. You all have your secret starting clues. You may talk to the other guests in thread or in PM either to compare notes or to throw each other off the trail. One of you is the actual murderer. If this is you, you are trying to throw everyone else off your trail.

Day 1 phase starts now and lasts until 9 am eastern time on Sunday (slightly longer than 24 hours I know but I want the phases to end at that time).

What you can do in this day phase:

- Talk to other guests either in thread or in PM. Whether you tell the truth or lie or even just keep quiet is up to you.

- Make an official accusation. Do this by stating in the thread "I accuse guest A in room B with weapon C for motive D" Each of you may make one accusation during this phase and each of you may only be accused once per day. This means that if two guests accuse the same player the second accusation will not count. At the beginning of the next day phase I shall PM you a new clue to disprove your accusation, unless all four elements of your accusation are correct, in which you will end the game by solving the murder.

- Before the end of this day phase PM me the room that you wish to spend the next night in. If you do not do this, I shall assign you one randomly.

Remember that any writing or RP is just for style. All of my descriptions above are to set the mood only. The simple facts of the game are that each of you has a room, a weapon and a motive. One of you is the murder. Gain enough clues to narrow down the possibilities of who murdered Mr PieTaster in which room with which weapon and for which motive.

Any questions, my inbox is open.

Well, no big loss. At least that's what Capt. Rodney thought to himself. His only regret was that he didn't get a chance to do the deed, himself!

Looking around the room, he addressed Miss Plainjane.

"Just who was that man you were shamelessly screwing in the Billiards Room? A conspiratorial lover? Did he give you the means to kill Mr. Pie Taster?"


"I accuse Miss Plainjane in the Billiards Room with the knife for motive inheritance!"

MissPlainjane

Well Captain, I hate to tell you that you are full of shit.

For openers I dont even have a knife

And the guy I was fucking on the pool table wasnt you so sorry you are so jealous that it wasnt

However, I can be seduced if you are interested

Mr. Jack Slade came up from the Cellar, where he had spent the night exploring the extensive wine cellar, and several of Mr. PieTasters bottles of bubbly. He had become drunk, nad he passed out before going to find Mr. Pietaster and killing him.

"Which one of you bastards Took my pleasure, and Killed him?" he asked bitterly, as he had the only real motive to see the man dead.

"Who the hell are all of you people anyways? I heard there was a party last night, and I was supposed to be invited, but I said screw it, and snuck into the basment cellar, instead of the front door. I wanted to kill that Bastard, but now I see someones beat me to it." He said looking at them, one to the next, looking for clues.

Ms. SilkenSanctuary rolled her eyes and leaned back into her chair, crossing one leg over the other.

"This is all rather ridiculous." She looked around the room at each face in turn and nodded her head.

"Mr. Slade you stink dreadfully of stale wine. For some reason, I feel your sob story over not getting to do the dead yourself is suspect. Did you enjoy your time pilfering through the wine collection in the cellar last night?" Her face grew sour and she turned her head from him to the rest of the guests.

"I accuse Mr. Jack Slade. You killed our host in the cellar with the baseball bat I saw propped near the door. I suspect you're a bit unstable. Perhaps a psychosis caused you to act in such a manner."

Waking up from the study after a long night of research and just a little bit of wine, Dr.SweetyAngel had emerged from the room with a big shock to her eyes. She could not believe the horror that she had seen on the floor as the room was filled with guests.

Looking through the side of her eyes, she had rushed over trying to get a pulse... but obviously, it was too late. Mr.PieTaster was dead. Looking back at the guests, she had walked over towards them while hearing the accusations being thrown about all around her. In her shock, she had chosen silence as the best way to deal with this. Who could have killed him and why? Maybe it was Ms Silken Sanctuary with a knife in the ballroom?

Eventually she would ask that question but for now, she had to let the shock subside before she could take a look at his body more and see exactly what had happened.

The day seemed to have passed and the accusations seemed to have flow all around Dr. SweetyAngel. The first question she had kept asking to herself was "Why would anyone do such a thing?" That question had pondered her mind as she had decided to leave and sit down inside of the lounge

Finding a newspaper and filling up another glass of wine, she had started to read the latest medical journals that Mr. PieTaster had accumulated. He seemed to have a thing for medical things as she had read... and read and read.

Finally, after nearly 3 glasses of wine, she had felt very sleepy and slept on the chair... wondering what may come in the morning.

OOC: Writing this now due to the time difference.

Miss Plainjane

I was wandering around totally confused about what had happenned and why that jerk accused me of murdering him. I loved him . I was his concubine and love slave. I didnt know any of these strange people and couldnt figure why he had even invited such a diverse group.

Out of curiosity I wandered down to the basement to see where the guy had snuck in, and suddenly I heard the door to the basement stairs close and lock.

Behind it was a loud feminine cackle but I had no idea which of these sluts would do that to me.

I just found a place to sit down alone and spend the day until someone let me out.

I decided to spend the night in the commode, and I was joined by Miss SilkenSanctuary, and we had a wonderful time, spending many hours in the spacious tub, engaging in hours of mindless fucking, and afterwards, I decided to dispell her accusation of me killing Mr. Pie Taster, by showing her my "Weapon" which she was very happy to see was not the murder weapon from her accusation.

'Twas a rather restless night in the ballroom. The murder had heightened his senses in a way he hadn't since he left the military. The only distraction he could find was the grand piano, though there was only one song he actually knew - Chopstick

Morning finally came and he went to the kitchen to find himself some breakfast.