NO EXITS

WHO: Mollymauk, Julia Wicker
WHEN: Sometime during Day One
WHERE: Molly's room
WHAT: Julia looks for answers and restores Molly's speech
TRIGGERS: Scars, memory loss, aphasia, suffocation

( What the hell just happened? )

day two.

the impostor is still among you.

IS THERE A GENTLEMAN SLEUTH IN THE HOUSE? IF THERE WAS ANY DOUBT YESTERDAY ABOUT WHAT WAS TAKING PLACE, THAT DOUBT HAS BEEN ERASED TODAY. THREE MORE BODIES ARE DISCOVERED, THE BLOODSTAINS FROM THE PREVOUS DAY'S DEPRAVED ACTS NOT EVEN FULLY CLEANED UP. THIS IS A TWISTED WEB, AND WE'RE NOT FINISHED UNTANGLING IT YET. IS THERE NO END TO THE MAYHEM IN SIGHT???

when: day two · who: the victims, the finders, the suspects · where: public spaces on campus · ©

[...] Did that moustached cunt just kill me? Is that who it was? Fucking hell.

I am pleased to report I am deceased.

My name is...I don't know what my name is. I feel like it's run of the mill. John, or Jack. Something like that. I woke up gagged, my hands behind my back, and I was recently shot in the leg. I don't know why I was in this condition.

I'm not happy people are dying, but I'm glad there were more murders while I was being held hostage in the room, so you all know I'm not the killer. I'm just a guy who's apparently had a little bad luck. Maybe the killer shot me and tied me up. I know it doesn't fir the MO since people are getting stabbed, but...maybe?

I'm going to try to investigate, but I don't even know where to start. I wish...I feel like something's missing. Something, or maybe someone. I don't know. it's...frustrating to feel this way.


( An OOC Note )

The note's great and all but who's on this welcoming committee? Who do I talk to about going home? [...] And this is going to sound weird but I can't remember where home is. Or who I am. I just know that I just got here. The voice mail said something about an experiment, am I sick?

I think I found the killer.

[ooc note: during this.]

You know, I am terribly concerned about what is going on and I am not sure what I am able to do regarding it. Apparently I am adept with a sword, however when I woke up yesterday, I was wearing armor I struggled to get out of and then found myself covered in blood underneath said armor.

It was quite the ordeal. I apologise to the young woman who was sharing my lodgings.

Perhaps I can assist in helping protect anyone who may need it? Is the suspect still apprehended in the library?

The quicker we figure this out, the quicker we get back to the place we belong, right? That's what I'm getting from the note, but...

I'm sorry. I need to take a second, catch my breath, and hope everything isn't entirely doomed. And stop resorting to trying to use the comms when no one's answering me anymore. Focus

My name is Steve Rogers. How many people are involved in this?

Okay, pocket dimension, some bloody welcome sign that looks like it came from America, some sort of creature sleeping over there, you've all lost your minds, and at least one person either killed or injured several other people.

Never mind that I just died, just ended up here and can't enter my dorm room without invitation for whatever reason. That's clearly not important right now.

Is what's on this paper airplane the extent of your explanations? Because I'm going to need a pillow and a blanket if I'm expected to spend the night here. My door might still