Looking dejected and angry, the Colonel turned sharply on his heel and stormed through the door on the western side of the Great Room, muttering something under his breath.
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[D]isordered speech is not so much injury to the lips that give it forth, as to the disproportion and incoherence of things in themselves, so negligently expressed. ~ Ben Jonson
The pair enters a long, dimly-lit room, reminiscent of a classy pub. A long bar runs down near the western wall, and behind it countless bottles of liquor and spirits line the wall. A couple of red stools sit in front of the bar, which is filled with glasses, mixers, and other components for drinking. A dart board is on the southern wall, and near it a couple of armchairs in a circle. In your head you can almost hear the sound of smooth jazz in the air. And what do you know, there’s a shelf filled with records, with a gramophone and a second, similar-looking machine on top. Near the center of the western wall is another obsidian statue on a pedestal of a creature with the body of a lion, wings, and the head of a woman. In the northwest corner is a second statue of an unkind-looking humanoid with leathery wings and two small horns. On the eastern wall is a large painting of a figure with a black cloak and a goat’s head is speaking to a large group of women, who are huddled together with grotesque and twisted features. In the center a woman wearing a white cloak and veil kneels facing the group, and to the right a woman in a black cloak is sitting in a chair a small distance from the group.
It looks like he's childish more than anything. Ugh. Why can't I have a normal detective to work with, for once...? Anyways, I have a hard time believing that somebody whose ego deflates this easily has the self-control to hide it if he does something I should be worried about. It may be best to start letting up. Especially if I want him to start giving me information. Hmm. This may be a way to test my hypothesis...
Spoiler : Pub :
Paloma casts a glance at the gramophone and the other machine, trying to discern just what the difference between the two is. "I didn't expect a room like this in the building," she remarks offhandedly.
[D]isordered speech is not so much injury to the lips that give it forth, as to the disproportion and incoherence of things in themselves, so negligently expressed. ~ Ben Jonson
They are certainly similar machines, with each one having a wooden box base, a crank, and a metal horn blooming out. The major difference seems to be that the gramophone has a space for a large disk, whereas the other machine would use some sort of cylinder, placed horizontally.
Noticing what Paloma is looking at, the Colonel intrudes; "Hmm. It looks like one of them is a record player, while the other is a music box. We should keep a look out for cylinders with pins on them." Pausing for a minute, he continues "Hah, maybe discussing the case over a drink would be a good idea sometime. Before that though, we should continue on to the site of the explosion." As the Colonel heads for the door, his eyes dart to the statues and the paintings, and he remarks that perhaps someone should keep a note of those.
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Paloma follows him out through whichever door he's going, wordlessly. She casts a quick glance at the bottles of alcohol...
Spoiler : GM and Spectators Only :
...to estimate how bad it would be if this "Colonel" got his hands on them.
[D]isordered speech is not so much injury to the lips that give it forth, as to the disproportion and incoherence of things in themselves, so negligently expressed. ~ Ben Jonson
The pair enters a room with a large wooden table stands in the center of the room, with simple but elegant chairs surrounding it. Two clear vases with flowers on them are set on the table, with a bowl of fruit in the center. A grandfather clock ticks away on a side of the room. Near the concave corner in the north-west of the room is another statue set upon a pedestal, or a vicious three-headed dog, facing north. The various lamps and light fixtures give it a cheery feeling, and the doors on the north side can be opened to let in light from the porch. On the west side of the room hardwood stairs lead up to the second floor.
"...I'm curious how they decided the room layout. This is not a room I would have put next to a pub. Or given a Cerberus statue?"
Paloma glances at the statue, but she's already moving to be closer to one of the other doors.
[D]isordered speech is not so much injury to the lips that give it forth, as to the disproportion and incoherence of things in themselves, so negligently expressed. ~ Ben Jonson
In particular, Paloma is moving through the door right next to the concave corner, the door that swings.
[D]isordered speech is not so much injury to the lips that give it forth, as to the disproportion and incoherence of things in themselves, so negligently expressed. ~ Ben Jonson
Continuing his depth-first search, Torin went through the door on the right of the northern wall. Finding himself in another hallway, he went through the closest door on the right.
Torin enters what appears to be a simple, functional room. There is a washing machine, a dryer, a wash basin, a folded-up ironing board and iron, and a shelf with laundry supplies, such as detergent and fabric softener. Nao is here, currently loading up the washing machine. She gives Torin a small greeting as he enters the room.
Spoiler : Enth+Toats :
Paloma and Colonel Mustard enter a hallway, and continue down to the other side. They emerge in a grand, elegant room. Or at least, it used to be. Probably. There are plush couches and armchairs and some hardwood cabinets and tables that used to have some decorative objects, along with some end tables with lamps on them and a turned-over chess table. Unfortunately, the entire north part of the room has been completely blown out. The room is chilly from the outside air, and the smell of salt water fills your nostrils. There is nothing left in the area closest to the explosion, the center of which seems to be designated by a black circle in the ground in the north part of the room. The furniture closer to the explosion has been badly damaged, and even the furniture on the other side of the room has been completely covered and stained with ash. Looking out to the left only has the sea, but to the right you can see the backside of the mansion, including some segments covered in ivy, making it appear older than it actually probably is.
Wordlessly, Paloma examines the center of the explosion. It was implied earlier that Mr. Levine's corpse was in the room. Are there any signs that his casket was here, before the explosion?
Spoiler : Inner Monologue (GM, Spectators ONLY) :
It seems like we beat that other detective here. Now if the police won't, I had better make sure this crime scene stays secure from the other two of them. I'll be keeping a very close eye on you, Colonel.
...And of course, watching him to make sure he doesn't pull any funny business is exactly what she does.
[D]isordered speech is not so much injury to the lips that give it forth, as to the disproportion and incoherence of things in themselves, so negligently expressed. ~ Ben Jonson
'My, my. Quite the damage. Let's see here, no corpse to be seen at first sight.' Mustard strode confidently around the room. He looked around at the vines and judged the distance from the window to the vines. Next, he went and stood at the left edge of the destroyed room, looking out onto the sea. He breathed in pointedly.
'So, Ms. Faith. Thoughts?'
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