Mission #140: Murder MysteryReset (Gaz/ Lynx)

[Kami-Gaz]

Mission #140 

Combine any two missions that aren't Island specific and complete them both in under 50 posts for a special reward based on how creative your take on it was!

A unique fruit power that an opponent you were fighting has caused you and your crew to repeat one day over and over and... Over again!? Find a way to break the repetition before you all go MAD. Or are you already mad? 

Mission #89

A murder has taken place on a cruise vessel between two Islands! Then another murder... And another! A serial killer is on board. Figure out who the serial killer is before you're next!

Theme parties were always fun, and for the passengers aboard the cruise ship “Queen Mary Celeste” that was the big thing. Each night there would be several ‘incidents’ and each of these incidents would have clues left behind and everyone had to try and figure out the killer. Those that were ‘killed’ were members of the crew who the next day would e dressed in a uniform and manning the ship, or guests who applied for the position of being ‘offed’. Those who applied for that position were allowed to ‘fight back’ and if they escape the killer pass on what clues they know I.E a description of the killers clothes, height and what not. If they didn't they would play dead and the next day be in a separate part of the ship for those who died, anyone refusing to take part got to their destination in the brig. Everyone who took part In this all had to wear a fancy attire and be formal the entire time until the murderer was caught. This structure was what drew a massive popularity to the ship and people would try to get tickets for months in advanced just to experience the greatest murder mystery of all time. 

The first few days of the three-week trip were to be expected, the incidents were cropping up from place to place and those who were around got what clues they could form the body and moved on, later the actor would get up and do what they were supposed to do. In all, there was nothing wrong with the experience. A young man with a white messy hair was nearly always at a crime scene, his tacky shades and sword gave off a secret agent vibe as he investigated. This man was Kenny Bacon, a tattooed ruffian that was nearly denied entry to the ship because of the tattoos on his arms. The only reason he was allowed on was because of the fact he had such a nice set of suits and fancy clothing with him, most of which covered his arms. The next few days were only adding more and more excitement to the event, some of the passengers who had volunteered to be ‘killed’ in the vent were ‘killed’ and on top of that some were missing. Though some of them were found dead a day or so later, well mannequins that were dressed in their suits were.

The first loop, day seventeen of the cruise. 

This day began like the others, everyone that was ‘alive’ had gathered in the dining room, by this point there were only fifteen out of the forty people that were on the cruise left. Most of the crew had gone to serve the majority that were ‘afterlife’ section of the ship, and those who were in the brig allowed to join them. Kenny had dressed himself in a black suit with a rainbow coloured tie, his sword attached to his waist, because certain weapons were allowed to be carried but not were allowed to be used. The room was silent as the dapper pirate put down his now empty glass of orange juice on to the table with a hard thud. “Right, this is getting to be a joke. It’s been just over 2 weeks and the killer has taken over ninety percent of us.” He over estimated but still brought up a good point, the clues that they were getting were all the same, nothing new was emerging. Looking around the room Kenny scanned everyone’s faces, before throwing his hands up in the air. “Everyone pair up, we will find this guy today, and seeing as the last guy who took charge was shot in the back, I will take charge… It’s better someone competent do it this time” He growled, just a little bit annoyed that the only person he was friends with was now missing and not in his cabin this morning.

Pretty much everyone in the room would look at Kenny, most agreeing that something had to be done, but some were opposed to the fact that such a loud young man could take charge. A man about a foot shorter than Kenny finally broke the silence. “Al-right! Let’s do it your way, if we all die we blame it on you and no one gets the prize money.” He said, both annoyed and thankful someone had the balls to step up. They were past the point where the volunteers were ‘killed off.’ Now anyone was eligible to be ‘offed’. It was said that most parties never won the game; the last surviving member always got a consolation prize though. They had to either find the killer or survive in a group for the next week and a bit, that way they could win. “Seeing as you think you are so tough you can be the guy to go alone, the rest of us will pair up.” The man said with an annoyed tone, the pressure of the game was getting to him far more than it was to Kenny. Nearly everyone else in the room had started to make sounds of approval to this plan.

With an annoyed sigh Mr Bacon would nod and lean against the back wall, whilst watching everyone else pair up. “Meet back here at dinner, find what you can, we have a lot to search.” Kenny announced as he walked out of the large dining room and headed to the upper deck, pulling a small note pad and pencil as he did. The notes were simple, mainly clues and suspects he had, though most were dead now there was one man that was setting off the painters internal alarm bells. The particular man would always be just arriving at the scene not long after everyone else, or nor at all. He always wore suits and had a long ponytail, his face was scarred and chiselled, it was as if this man has seen a lot of bad stuff in his life. He never gave out his name either. Never the less there was no substantial evidence to prove the man was guilty.

The day would go by and nothing of any real interest would happen for Kenny as he explored the ship all by his lonesome self, there were a few meetings between other guests. Even then, they had no interesting happenings; everyone was coming up clueless on the recently missing guest that had become a good friend to Kenny. “THIS IS GETTING US NOWHERE!” Kenny shouted from the top deck of the ship as he leaned over the railing, he was sure everyone could hear him, even the people on the afterlife section of the ship. There was a long sigh, which turned into a grunt, the sun had set now, and the moon was getting pretty high. It was nearly time for dinner.

On his way down the painter could hear a shuffling and other sounds that indicated a scuffle, this could be his chance to catch him in the act. Kenny started sprinting to the where the sound was coming from; it was below so he had to take the round about long route to get there. Each step that he took, each door that he past was one door, one step closer to ending this game and getting a bit of money in his pocket. Down the stairs, leaping and bounding skipping two maybe three steps at a time before he landed on the deck that everything was happening on. Then he finally arrived, the door was left open and the killer gone, but the person was lying there… there was something off this time, something a bit more real than the other he had seen. “Shit… are you okay?” He asked as he kneeled down into a pool of blood, this was an actual murder now. ”How did it happen?” the now bloody painter asked as he checked the body for a pulse.

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[Fluffy Lynx]

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Queen Mary Celeste. A ship of dimensions that was rarely seen with all the pirates going around on the seas. A ship that was dedicated to a certain type of people. Those of standing, those of wealth, those of nobility. A perfect place for a certain pirate to gain a little standing within the world. Gain a little fame and admiration for the obvious talents that she possessed. The invitation to board for the minor vacation that Amelia would be having, had come through the clever usage of her connections to a line of nobles. Nobles which had a son. A son that Amelia had saved during another adventure. The liner had everything that she would ever desire. There were pools on the front of the deck, where she could go for a swim. There were chairs lined up alongside the pool where one could simply rest and enjoy the sun. There was a bar, where one could order the most tropical alcoholic drinks and simply cut loose. If that wasn't enough to entertain through ones sparetime, there was an enormous masquerade going, with all passengers and crewmembers involved. Quite intricate and extremely interesting. The most important bit however, was that there was a prize to the one who could unmask the murderer aboard the liner! If it had been merely passtime, Amelia likely wouldn't have gotten herself involved, but because there was money and fame on the line, how could the girl say no?

The mornings aboard the ship, Amelia mostly spent by hanging around and doing whatever she felt like. Most of the time, clues weren't appearing regulary, so a lot of the information that she had managed to gather was mostly based on hear-say. What other people instigated and assumed. Because of this, Amelia was very aware that some of the other passengers were likely lying in an attempt to get a better shot at the prize. Therefore she would always take her time to go to the crime scene after most of the others had cleared out. It gave her more room to take notes without someone looking over her shoulder. That, and she didn't enjoy wearing the costume for the entire day. A girl had to have a break, right?

Since the girl wasn't exactly one of the most creative people around, and because it resembled her personality and the crew that she was establishing so well, she had dressed herself up as a fairy. A long golden dress adorned her figures, the bottom of it cut out so that it resembled the crown of a flower. On her back, two makeshift wings were lightly attached, pointing backwards instead of outwards so that she could easily pass through doors and the like. On her feet, she was wearing two white shoes with rather high heels, clicking whenever she took a step. A bright red lipstick was upon her lips, and sparkly green nail polish to give her just a little bit of an edge to the costume. To finish off the costume, she had a ton of glitter spread over herself, alongside a minor wand with a sparkly star at the end of it. The first couple of days searching for the murderer had been fruitless. The amount of clues that were given out were too few and far inbetween for the girl to be able to make a connection. Even so, she had her own little notepad in which she was writing all the clues, dates and observations she had made down. According to eye witnesses and the certain way that some of the crew had been murdered, Amelia was assuming that they were dealing with a physically fit male of about 6ft tall. He was mostly picking out his victims under deck, and in addition it was mostly females being targetted. No belongings had been taken from the victims, so it was very likely that this was instigated as a murderer that killed because it was something he enjoyed. So, to find the killer, the girl would have to search under deck. An assumption that got confirmed as one of the crewmembers contacted her with some good information. Psst young lady. If you're looking for the killer, I heard that he would be striking in room A37 under the deck during the day. If you're careful, you might catch him in the act! Smiling warmly, it was something that definitely sounded like a trap. Yet, if she was prepared for a trap, that shouldn't be an issue. Amelia, clever as she was, gave the information on to another pair of investigators....

Yet, when that pair had investigated the room, they had found nothing. Telling Amelia off for being a liar, and trusting in what others have to say, wasting their time, the only thing she could really do was to go there and investigate herself. It wasn't like she had any better leads to follow. Stepping down under deck, this floor was mostly abandonned at the moment. After the word had gone out and the rumor about A37 had been cut down, mostly everyone had gone to look in other places. Opening the door slightly, Amelia was looking into the room from outside. Scratching her head, it really did look completely empty. That, and with some people really trying to win this challenge, it'd surprise her if none of the guests had found anything there. So it was just a hoax after all. Shaking her head from side to side, the girl couldn't help but feel a little stupid. It really had been a waste of time.

Just as Amelia was about to turn around, an arm grabbed around her head, to block her mouth from screaming. Another grabbed around her waist, essentially pinning her completely against whoever was assaulting her. Amelia tried grabbing onto the arm that was around her head, giving herself a little leeway so she wouldn't be choked out. Flailing in panic, she was quickly pushed into the room and the door behind her was closed with a slam. For just a moment he let go of her waist to lock the door. It was that exact moment the scuffle began. Amelia was struggling, especially because this had taken her by surprise. Wheter it was just the fake murderer or not, she didn't feel comfortable with the situation at all. Pressing her shoulders back into the man, while simultaneously giving him an elbow towards his crotch, she somehow managed to get him knocked into the locked door with a loud enough thump that it echoed into other areas of the ship. Afterwards, she bit down onto the arm that was trying  to silence her, causing a deep groan to escape her captor. Turning herself around forcefully, Amelia tried to start pounding at the man's face. Having taken a deep breath to cry out for help, she suddenly felt an extreme pain run through her body. The hand that the man had used to lock the door, had grabbed a weapon. A ten inch blade had been thrust forwards, piercing directly into her centre, cutting through the bottom of her ribcage in a motion that sent a shock throughout her body. The girl wanted to shout and scream, but the only thing that left her red lips was a gulping sound. Blood from the wound had gotten into the lower part of her lungs already, puncturing them, making it impossible to breathe properly. Blood started running down from her lips, dripping from her chin onto the mans hand. The man took a step forward, pushing the knife even deeper, wringing the life out of the girl with every motion. All energy was leaving her, and somewhere in her mind she knew that she was going to die here.. Bending slightly forwards on the blade as her knees were giving in, the golden dress was being colored red. A pool of blood was gathering at her feet. It was pouring from the open wound onto the floor. Amelia was slowly sinking onto her knees, her arms grasping at the man, but he had already stepped away from her. A few clicks was heard, and then the door was left with only a crack to peek through...

A strange sensation was going through her body. Everything was slowly turning dark. Just barely did she see someone rushing into the room. Asking her wheter she was okay. It was  the last thing she managed to witness. A low thump, a last desperate gasp for air, and then she was gone. The glow had disappeared from her eyes, leaving behind stonecold sockets. The once sparkly sapphire eyes now appeared like nothing more than painted stone. There was no pulse. There was nothing to be gained. Amelia LeSorange Delacreux had died.

...but that wasn't the end. That was merely the beginning. Just as our dearest Kenny Bacon thought everything was over, as he was assured that the girl on the floor in front of him had no pulse, her body suddenly twisted as she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer. Although her lungs wouldn't have allowed her to speak, although she was definitely dead, although none of this should've been possible, she spoke to him. "Please, help me!"

From there, Kenny would awake in his bed. The date? Morning of the seventeenth. The murder going to happen in a couple of hours from his current time. Amelia?.. She'd be located by the pool at the front end of the ship. If he managed to catch her there, she'd likely be just about to go and get changed into her costume.. Whatever had happened, all the memories was still with Kenny.

[Kami-Gaz]

Nothing… She was dead, still warm though. Then again she was spluttering as he entered the room, the struggle must have ended as Kenny got to the bottom of the stairs. There were a great many things running through his head as he held the fresh body in his arms. Thoughts like,’ this isn’t a game anymore’ and ‘I gotta get this guy.’ The body in his arms was of someone he had seen around the ship but he never talked to her, she always seemed to be in her own world. He was in a state of disbelief, she was innocent, and her only crime was playing this dumb game on this dumb cruise. The Painter would do anything to get her killer, use him as an example to anyone else on board who thought cold-blooded murder was right. Because if the innocents die who would there be left to help Kenny build a new world from the ashes of the old one? Kenny was about to settle the girl down and close her dead eyes so she couldn't see the corrupted world any more, but that was interrupted by the body bursting to life and clinging to him by his shoulders.



“Please, help me!” It screamed, a blood curdling noise, it would spit the blood that had gathered in the mouth and throat up and into the painters face, and body. It seemed like an eternity but the body was still clinging to him. His mind was running a mile a second trying to grasp what just happened and before he knew it everything was black, everything changed, and he was swept off of his feet. The next time the man’s eyes opened there was sunlight shining down onto him in his bed, he would lay there in a daze wondering if it was just a nightmare, or did that happen the night before.



Sitting upright the painter would look down to see his bare tattooed arms each one was clean. A shallow sigh left his lips, and a bead of sweat ran down his forehead. Was that a dream? It seemed so real. His thoughts were interrupted by a knocking on his door, it was loud and fast. “Kenny, we can’t find Veral… We think he was got, but we can’t find his mannequin.” This was familiar, it was like this happened in his dreams. In his dream they still never found the mannequin, it was one of the main things Kenny was searching for in the dream. “There is a meeting over breakfast, get ready.” The voice called out again.

“I’ll be there soon.” Kenny called back, before slowly climbing out of bed and staring at the doorway. It was covered in furniture, blocking any entrance or exit. At least Kenny wouldn't be killed in his sleep like some of the other participants had been.



It took only minutes to don his suit and slide on the rainbow coloured tie, it took a few more minutes to clear the doorway. Everything was piled there in a messy fashion, like the pirate was paranoid about being attacked in his sleep. “There was something about all of this that annoys me. I remember doing it before.” He uttered after leaving the room and heading to the dining room, if he remembered his dream correctly, the girl in a fairy dress would be there. This might be a chance to change everything that happened in his dream.





Kenny grabbed the same glass of orange juice and downed it, this time he wasn't being anywhere near as subtle as he was the first time. The glass smashed this time, cutting the palm of his hand this time, but the dapper pirate bore through the pain “Right, this is getting to be a joke. It’s been just over two weeks and the killer has taken over ninety percent of us.” He repeated the very same good point as his dream, the clues that they were getting were all the same, nothing new was emerging. Looking around the room Kenny scanned everyone’s faces, before throwing his hands up in the air, this time some of his blood splattered the tablecloth and the floor. “Everyone pair up, we will find this guy today, and seeing as the last guy who took charge was shot in the back, I will take charge… It’s better someone competent do it this time” He growled, the dream was a good script for him to follow.



Pretty much everyone in the room would look at Kenny, most agreeing that something had to be done, but some were opposed to the fact that such a loud young man could take charge. A man about a foot shorter than Kenny finally broke the silence. “Al-right! Let’s do it your way, if we all die we blame it on you and no one gets the prize money.” He said, both annoyed and thankful someone had the balls to step up. They were past the point where the volunteers were ‘killed off.’ Now anyone was eligible to be ‘offed’. It was said that most parties never won the game; the last surviving member always got a consolation prize though. They had to either find the killer or survive in a group for the next week and a bit, that way they could win. “Seeing as you think you are so tough you can be the guy to go alone, the rest of us will pair up.” The man said with an annoyed tone, the pressure of the game was getting to him far more than it was to Kenny. Nearly everyone else in the room had started to make sounds of approval to this plan.



With an annoyed sigh Mr Bacon would nod and lean against the back wall, whilst watching everyone else pair up. “Actually fairy girl.” He said before pointing his bloodied hand to little Amelia, this was where things changed. “Come with me. I have a hunch about all of this and I feel like you can be trusted,” he said whilst walking over to her, picking a napkin up on the way and wrapping his hand in it. As he got to her he would quickly lean down and scoop her up into his arms and take her out of the door, shouting back at the rest of the people who were still ‘alive’. “Meet back here at dinner, find what you can, we have a lot to search!” His determined look was soon focused on the girl in the golden dress again, this was where he thought he was going to sound crazy.



“I uhhh, I’m saving your life. I had a dream last night and you died. So I am going to stay with you so you don’t die.” The painter said, sounding relieved she was still alive and a bit crazy. That did not matter to him though, he felt like he had to after what happened in his dream. He still held her in his arms as they got to the upper deck where the pool was.

[Fluffy Lynx]

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There had been absolutely no changes within Amelia from the day before. Unaware that anything had actually occured, the morning had played out in exactly the same way. The girl had met the same people, gotten dressed in the same way, eaten the same food in the same amounts. Everything was following the exact same order as it had the day that she had been murdered. Out there, somewhere on the ship an individual with the power to reset the day had taken interest in her. For reasons unknown, this individual had deemed that Amelia's death wasn't to be, at least not aboard this ship. Every single time that she was killed off, the day would return to the beginning. Initially, it had probably been intended as Amelia being aware of the days events. However, as Kenny had interfered during the restarting process, he was the unfortunate one that had to bring an end to the loop. Otherwise he would be caught in there with the rest of the crew in a repeating infinity.

During the dining, Kenny would indeed be able to lay eyes on the girl that, in his dreams, had become victim to a horrifying murder. Sitting towards the corner of the dining hall, she was looking out the window towards the sky. There were a few clouds towards the horizon, and a powerful sun was coloring the water and the waves in nuances of red, orange and golden. The glitter that had yesterday been sparkling from the pool of blood he had found her within, was shining brightly from her hair, shoulders and dress. The sapphire blue eyes were sparkling, shining with life, as she carefully picked apart a lobster with an expertise and precision that made it clear she was enjoying her meal rather than eating it as fast as possible. When Kenny broke a glass, it was clear that it startled her ever so slightly, for the blue eyes met with his albeit for a moment. A cautious young woman, intelligent and on guard. Whoever had offed her, had been fast and strong for her not to have been able to make even the tiniest of squeaks to save herself. Dinner itself was moving forwards as it should, and as the meeting was called, Amelia was slowly leaving her place by the windows to follow the remaining survivors into the meeting room.
 
Amelia stepped into the meeting room, slowly moving herself towards a corner, essentially having no pressence amongst the other guests at all. Frankly, it was easy to overlook her, and perhaps why noone had made much of an effort to recognice her. Leaning against the wall, she crossed her hands around her stomach, looking at the others calmly, yet calculated. Looking for someone that she could share the rumor with of cell A37 underneath the deck. In a calm and quiet fashion, she was going over the facts that she knew, flipping pages in her notepad as the others were discussing which groups were going to be moving out in which order. Groups, something that Amelia didn't feel was very helpful. It also meant that she was forced to share the reward if she actually did manage to catch the killer. That is, until Kenny himself decided to call her out directly in an attempt to get her engaged with the groups. In the seventeen days that had passed, Amelia had always been one to move around the ship on her own. It had gotten her a lot of suspicion as to being the murderer initially, but as the clues started piling up, it had become less and less likely that she was the culprit. As such, most had allowed her to simply wander around the ship doing her own thing. Perhaps thats exactly why it shocked her so much to be called out directly.

"Hmmh?"

Narrowing her eyes as Kenny was giving his explanation as to why he wanted to meet with her specifically, the girl took a few steps with him without leaving the room. It was clear that she was suspicious as to his sudden interest in what she stood for. Perhaps he had learned of the rumors that were going on within room A37. Perhaps there was something else in the works. In the worst case scenario, Kenny might actually be the murderer. Having gotten wind of the rumors, it'd be clear that the murderer would want to remove anyone who had a clue as to who he might be. A smirk went onto Amelia's lips, as she crossed her arms even further. Listening to what he had to say, the smirk, quickly turned into a grimace of disbelief, before it got followed by a hearty laughter. It was clear that the girl thought this man was absolutely insane. The pthers were looking at the two of them, clearly aware that something was going on.

"..and I had a nightmare about bigfoot. Doesn't mean its real, you fool!"

Amelia took a few steps towards him, getting almost entirely up in his face. The blue eyes were looking through him, almost as if peeking directly into his soul. As if she thought she had figured out everything there was to know about him. The girls gestures were fast and forceful, her tone of voice slightly ellevated. 

"If you think I'm going to share the reward for this murder mystery with someone who just wanted to be my partner out of nowhere, you're dead wrong mister. I, Amelia, intend to share with noone. If you still intend to follow me, I'll consider you the murderer and hand you over for my just reward."

With that, she showed him a bit of her teeth as she smiled wickedly. It was clear that she thought she had figured out exactly what it was that this boy in front of her was trying to do, and she wasn't going to fall for it. Turning around on her heel, she watched with discontent as the other contestants were leaving the meeting room. Dangit, now there was noone that she could lure into checking out room A37 before herself. Looking over her shoulder towards Kenny, the girl bit her lip. One thing was certain, she wasn't going to go to that room by herself. It could very easily be a trap, especially because everyone knew that she liked travelling around the ship on her own. Letting out a soft sigh, it was clear that she considered this negative turn of events due to Kenny. If he hadn't interrupted, she'd have had plenty of time to talk to the other contestants.

..Fine, if you're really here to save my life or whatever, I have a lead I need to check out. Since I cannot spread the rumor amongst the other contestants, you'll simply have to do. We're going to room A37 under deck. I had a lead that said something big was going to go down there."

As much as Amelia disappreciated the fact that there was someone approaching her out of nowhere to be her partner for the day, she had already gone through most of the facts gathered. As far as she was aware, the murderer couldn't be any one person within the meeting room. To put it simply, they all had strong alibies. If the murderer really was part of that small gathering, then there would have to be multiple murderes. A fact that certainly wasn't without reason, but until she could say it with certainty, she'd rely on her own instincts.

[Kami-Gaz]

"..and I had a nightmare about bigfoot. Doesn't mean its real, you fool!" This… was not working…at all, and he looked like an idiot as he did it. Kenny was not well at all to convince her. However, her responses were not what he had really expected. The way she peered into his soul sent a cold shiver down his spine, it was as if she was looking into his very core and watching what made him tick. A frown on his lip the pirate would readjust his position and stare just as forcibly back into her eyes, though with his shades in the way that would not work at all. The next time the girl opened her mouth Kenny was taken by surprise; this was the sum of her summing up? What she thought he was after? Now he cared more about figuring out whether his dream was real or not, or if it even meant anything.

"If you think I'm going to share the reward for this murder mystery with someone who just wanted to be my partner out of nowhere, you're dead wrong mister. I, Amelia, intend to share with no one. If you still intend to follow me, I'll consider you the murderer and hand you over for my just reward."



With a dropped jaw at how self-centred this was, Kenny was thinking that the girl deserved to die, she was the kind of person Kenny hated and his new world would be better off without her. The painter pirate was about to open his mouth and ram how selfishness like that was only going to get more people killed for no reason he noticed her sigh and speak again.

“..Fine, if you're really here to save my life or whatever, I have a lead I need to check out. Since I cannot spread the rumor amongst the other contestants, you'll simply have to do. We're going to room A37 under deck. I had a lead that said something big was going to go down there."



Did she think it over? Or is she getting Kenny to do a dirty job for her that she was going to shove onto another guest of the ship? Either way Kenny had to follow her plan. Turning and walking to the door without a second thought Kenny would nod as a way to show he was on her pay roll. “Alright, we check A37… Wait that was Veral’s room!” He said before looking at the clock that was hung on the wall. This sudden realisation hit Kenny like a club, Veral was already dead dead just like Amelia would be if Kenny didn’t help. The pirate would turn pale as can be before rushing off to room A37, shouting back to the girl. “This better be a bad joke! Amelia come with me.” He ordered back, body slamming into the door way that lead out of the dining room and making it open with such a force it snapped off of its hinges. The man clearly in a rush had no regard for his own personal safety or the property of which he was damaging. If there was ever a time that Kenny would fly off the rails it would be when he realises a friend of his was killed or hurt.



“The only god damned person on this entire god damned ship who kept me from killing myself in boredom was Veral, if he is dead I am getting the guy who got him. I know you don’t believe me but something is going down and for some reason you are in the middle.” The man would explain as he ran down the corridors and passages of the cruise liner, not slowing down for turns and slamming into walls at nearly full force as he did. He was being reckless and had lost his cool over something he should not be, then again When Kenny made a friend he tended to get too attached too easily. Suddenly Kenny would skid to a hold, dragging some of the red rug that was laid onto the hard wood surface floor with him before stumbling a few steps. Had Amelia even followed him? It was too late for that now, he was already at the door and he was a little bit early as well. Amelia’s murder was not meant to happen for another hour or so yet.

[Fluffy Lynx]

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When Kenny charged off ahead, apparently worried about one of his friends, Amelia drew out a loud sigh. Fortunately there hadn't been many others remaining that could've heard what he had spoken to her within the gathering area. Although, when he literally broke down a door by the hinges, making it crash into the boat floor with a loud bang, suddenly he had peoples attention. Strange people doing strange things in a suspicious setting. It caused others to immediately begin following, hoping that this was something leading them towards the grand prize of the cruise. Scratching the back of her head as some of the other participating passengers stormed off after Kenny, she could only assume that he was being absolutely crazy. Bringing this many people along, even unwittingly, wasn't going to do much if the friend he spoke of truly had been hurt. The only thing that had truly stopped her from shunning him away and writing him off as a lunatic, was that he had seemed so certain that she was going to die. Likewise, his worry for the friend that was, supposedly, in the room Amelia had been guided to, seemed absolutely genuine. In other words, Amelia had an understanding of the fact that he wasn't lying or making it all up. It had made Amelia feel rather insecure, to the point where even through all his inane ramblings, a light voice in the back of her head kept screaming that dangerous and unexplainable things were going on. So rather than allow him to go off on his own, she followed Kenny at a distance, as the last person behind the group of people that were following him. While he was moving so quickly down the stairs, she was taking it a lot slower, trying to look over people to see what he was doing. Every step she took in the high heels were giving off metallic clank against the metal stairs. Shouldering and pressing her way through the crowd, she soon found Kenny standing off on his own. They had arrived at A37, and a strange silence had come over the small gathering. Including Kenny and Amelia, they were a good handful gathered. There was a strange tension building between everyone there, as they were watching Kenny expectantly. Breathing rather heavily from running in heels, and separating the crowd, Amelia soon found herself besides Kenny, speaking somewhat hushed and somewhat out-of-breath.

"..Y'know it would've been *gasp* a lot easier.. *gasp*.. if you didn't just randomly run off." The girl complained in a soft tone. Looking strangely to Kenny, as it seemed he wasn't opening the door, her vibrant and forward personaly wasn't allowing her to simply stand around there and wait for him to get ready. So without much further thought to it, Amelia placed her hand onto the door handle, turned it, opened the door and stepped inside the room. The red carpet of the hallway didn't stretch itself inside. Instead, A37 appeared exactly like the cabin in which Amelia herself was sleeping. It consisted of three basic rooms. The first room, the one you entered immediately as you stepped in, consisted of about ten square meters. It held a closet with hangers for coats, jackets and dressed, with a compartment underneath for skirts and pants. To the immediate right-side of the closet, one could find a drawer intended for underwear, socks and other smaller cloth articles. On top of the drawer itself stood a white crystal lamp. It was turned on, but constantly blinked hauntingly as the wire must've had a loose connection. Further into the same room was a small sink and fridge, built into the wall of the ship itself. While the passengers weren't intended to have food by themselves in their cabins, the possibility of having a drink and a sandwich was always there. At the far end, away from the entrance to the room, one had a small table with two matching chairs, securely placed so that any movement of the cruise wouldn't cause the chairs and table to move across the floor. Unlike yesterday evening, there was a small change in the scenery. A used cup was standing on the table. The contained liquid had definitely been a special brand of coffee.

Upon entering one of the other two rooms, the bedroom, Amelia immediately noted that it was incredibly tidy compared to her own room. In size, the bedroom was a slight bit smaller than the entrance, although still luxurious. Everything in there had been cleaned methodically, and the bed had been made with an astounding precision, almost professionally. Everything had been cleaned, and she wouldn't have been able to find a single speck of dust, even underneath the bed. The bed itself was the size of two passengers, likely intended for couples or lovers, more so than a single person. The shutters by the round windows, that kept the bright light outside from shining onto the bed, had been closed shut, making the bedroom itself appear rather dark. Opening them to let the light in, Amelia was inspecting everything in detail. The thing that really caught the girls attention however, was how nothing seemed to catch her attention. Despite looking in the drawers, even going so far as to checking the pockets of a pair of pants she found, there was nothing in here which could be used to identify who had been living in the room. "..Are you certain your friend lived here? Frankly, the room seems to have been almost abandonned. Freshly cleaned by staff members, too." The girl spoke idly while walking around, gathering her thoughts and making a couple of gestures to the cleaned inventory. Stepping from the bedroom into the bathroom, the story was the same here. Incredibly unremarkable, though the scent of freshly used soap was quite appealing. Oddly, it had a scent much akin to the parfume that Amelia would usually be using. Rather strange, but appealing. Letting out yet another soft sigh, the girl stepped back into the entrance room, pulling out a chair and sitting herself down. Others were definitely going to be inspecting the room aswell, so she may aswell get a small break while Kenny did whatever he had to do.