Posted by Lieutenant William Hampton (Chief Engineering Officer) in Andromeda Curse - USS Einstein [Away Team]

Posted by Mar. Captain Erve Manhattan (RTF Commander) in Andromeda Curse - USS Einstein [Away Team]

OOC: To help us keep track I have put this together. I’m sure someone else who knows HMTL can figure out how to make this nicer, but that’s not me.
Sandman’s instructions: Place the three cards that you believe to be correct on the mantlepiece in the lounge if it is correct you will be set free, if it is wrong, one of you will perish at random. Don’t follow the rules and there will be consequences, don’t play there will be consequences, run out of time? Then you’ll be trapped here forever.
The body had blunt trauma to the head did not kill him

Characters:
Prof. Aubergine = Captain Manhattan
Mrs. Kingfisher = Crewman Kindle
Doctor White = Irida
The Apple Brothers = Hampton, Potter, Korvoh, Remington
Major Vinegar = Blaire
Body Bag = Eugene

Rooms:
Lounge –
Hall – Hampton is staying. NE Eugine’s body is here. Agent Potter
Study – Manhattan
Library – Blair and Remmington
Theatre Room (Ballroom) –
Game Room –
Mess Hall –
Conservatory –
Dinning Hall – Irida and NE PlayedbyGen

Weapons:
Revolver–It appears that this is the cause of death after examining the body.
Knife
Rope
Poison
Bat’leth
Phaser
K-bar
Wrench
Hypospray

Medical exam:
Had blunt force trauma to the head
Bullet wound killed him
Clutching red velvety cloth (maybe from the library or ballroom)

(snip)

“I suggest splitting up,” Blair agreed. “I’ll take the library. Who wants to come with me?”

• NE Blair

While the others discussed what the plan was, as well as Hampton refusing to join in, Icarus continued to study the cards. Standing up as, he let his gaze go from one to the other, studying body movements, facial expressions and behaviors.

Finally, the CIO began moving to the door, he said, “I’m with you, Blair. Let’s hit the library.”

Remington (CIO)

“Okay, good,” Blair replied, moving towards the door. On the threshold he paused and once more faced the room. “I suggest that the rest of you also begin searching for clues. We don’t have long. Now please, Mr Remington, stay with me. The goatman will find it harder to come between us if we remain side by side.”

• NE Blair

Irida looked over at the rest of the team. “Alright, I’m going to check out the Dinning Hall. NE PlayedbyGen why don’t you come with me?”
Agent Potter piped up, “I’ll stay here with Hampton. We need to stay in pairs.” Manhattan nodded, “Good idea Potter. Korvoh and Kindle you two are together. I guess that means I’ll go alone. I’ll take the study and then catch up with another pair. Korvoh, Kindle where are you going?”

“Remember we need to find out who, what and where. So pay attention everyone,” Manhattan reminded everyone as they headed out of the Hall.

As Remington and Blair headed out of the hall they would head down a large hall with several doors lining each side. The hall seemed to be filled with fog from an old fashioned party fog machine, but it seemed to reach out tendrils to wrap around ankles and knees. The sound of heavy breath and muffled thudded foot steps could be There was no way to tell which door went to which room. Any attempt to open a door would show that they were all locked. Someone would need to find a way to get the doors open.

OOC: At the top I have listed where everyone is going, except for Korvoh and Kindle because I don’t have a response from them yet. Feel free to add where you are going and add what you find.

Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

“I do not believe it is logical to split up as that would allow the murderer the opportunity to take us out more easily. Logically, she should all go and examine the Library and the Theater to find a large bloodstain. Given the current passage of time, they would not have had the opportunity to clean up after the crime.” After a moment, seeing no one is going to bother, the Vulcan opts to go to the Theater room.

-NEnsign Korvoh

The door to the Theater room was locked.

Blair caught the medic’s words of protest as he stepped into the corridor and, for a moment, regretted suggesting this course of action. Undeniably there was safety to be found in numbers and yet here he was, alone save for a single other crewmember at his side. Looking up at Remington, he whispered, “Don’t leave me. You’re not going to leave me, are you? We have to stick together. Close together. So the goatman can’t come between us.”
As if to punctuate his point, Blair found himself reaching out and grabbing a hold of the CIO’s arm.

The corridor itself was dark, the fog like a blanket muffling their footsteps, warping their voices, wrapping itself around them like a cold, prickly blanket. Each door they came to seemed locked, each doorknob rattling and groaning against the silence as Blair tried, and failed, to find refuge from this nightmarish passageway.

There! He thought that something was moving. Lurching and creeping under the fog at the end of the passage. With a scream, Blair almost threw himself into Remington’s arms, then just as quickly threw himself back and into one of the locked doors.
“He’s here!!!” he wailed, tears falling unhindered down his clammy cheeks, “The goatman is here! We’re all doomed!!!”

And with that he turned and fled down the corridor and out of sight, the only indication that he had ever been here a gentle ripple of disturbance in the fog itself. And Remington, now all alone in this cold and darkened passage…

• NE Blair

The Captain heard the scream and eased as he looked behind in the darkness of the environment “What the hell…” he tried to take the RHG “Obviously…” he sighed as the weapon wasn’t there If I manage to take your neck, oh oh Mr. Sandman, I’ll slap you with my right Hand, Mr. You-Re-So-Fried. it was now time to investigate and choose where to go: keep going and ignore the screams or get back to see what happened? The slight fog around made him feel almost tempted to go back “I guess I need to check on everyone…” heading towards the door the good Captain, or better, Professor Aubergine, was terribly upset of the situation and that Starfleet officers could get scared of a damn goatman “I swear that if it is just for that goatman… someone else will get my beautiful hand.”

M. Capt. Erve Manhattan - RCO

Officers were wandering down the hallway trying to gain entrance to the rooms, but they were all locked. The fog continued to swirl and try to grab at the team members in the hallway. The sound of heavy breathing, muffled cries, for help maybe?, and muffled foot steps floated through the eeriness. The fog muffled any sound coming from the Entrance Hall from where they had come from.

Hampton stayed at the table, resolved to not partake in the stupidity. His eyes fell on Potter. “Say, how weird would it feel if I said I didn’t remember saying you on the crew manifest Potter?” He asked with a slightly malicious chuckle. “Shouldn’t you be out there running around with like a chicken with his head cut off like the rest of our mentally impaired away teams members?” His chuckled deepened slightly.

Lt. William Hampton- CE

“About as weird if I were to tell you I’d never heard of you either, not seen you around, but that’s not true. I’ve seen you endless night entering your little lap until after 0200 in the morning, locked up in there, door closed a long with that eveil cackling laughter you have,” Potter looked over at Hampton as he moved around the room, making a more thorough inspection that had been done. “Late a night on Gamma shift, sound carries exceptionally far, Lt.” He moved over to the body and examined it for himself, not finding anything different than Korvoh. “And no I shouldn’t. They can play that game, and though I am not totally against playing to buy us time, I do think the clues given to us in here are distractions and not the real answer.” Hampton liked for people to think he was extreme and twisted. Potter didn’t care and it didn’t phase him. He’d seen too much.

As he moved about the room a clip clopping of hooves echoed from down the hall where the rest of the team disappeared. Potter ignored it as more distractions from Sandman. It got louder and then stopped, the door to the Hall slammed shut and the room shook as if the house had been hit by something. Then ash and dust fell from inside the chimney into the room. A head contorted backwards appeared, large curved horns protruding oddly from either side of the head. The body dropped, contorted and flat to the ground. The legs lifted the back and the feet faced backwards and the hands placed flat to the ground lifted the torso as it began to crab crawl forward. The voice rasped like nails on a chalkboard in a twisted version of Hampton’s laugh. One arm lifted up and over the back to twist the torso in the opposite direction of the legs and then the other arm came around. The goat man began slithering towards Potter. Half way across the room, the legs twisted and the thing stood up. The grating rasp, like knives on tanned leather, “You are not playing the game. I warned you what would happen.” Before Potter could back up, goat man grabbed him, grinning with bloodied fangs and twisted Potter’s neck dropping him to the ground. “You aren’t playing either,” the voice rasped as green and red swirled eyes bore into Hampton.

Sandman