Posted by Lieutenant Icarus Remington (Chief Intelligence Officer) in Andromeda Curse - USS Einstein [Away Team]

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OOC So Jake has taken a much needed LOA. I’ve talked to Sharon and I’m going to try and fill in for him. I am NOT good at creepy, so if anyone has suggestions please tell me or add details to it. But this is where we stand here. Time to decide how to proceed:

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
Study
Library
Theatre Room
Game Room
Mess Hall
Conservatory
Dinning Hall

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)

As they fell to the ground a laugh erupted around them, “You’ll have to try better than that” a eery voice howled in laughter as a bright flash the location changed and the away team found themselves in a mock up of what could only be described as an old victorian house. Their weapons gone and their uniforms replaced with that of different profession.

Captain Manhattan was now dressed in a purple suit, and over his shoulder a picture of him with the name “Prof. Aubergine”. Crewman Kindle was now dressed in a beautiful white green, red and blue frock, her portrait had the name tag Mrs. Kingfisher.

Iridia, she too was now dressed in a frock but this one was pure white almost like a wedding dress. The name associated with her portrait was Doctor White. Hampton, Potter, Korvoh and Remmington were dressed in matching suits of green, they shared a portrait with the name The Apple Brothers.

Finally Blaire was in an old style military uniform from Earth’s WW1 era on the British side, and his portrait had Major. Vinegar

But infront of them was a body bag ontop of a large dining table it’s contents appeared to be a man. The only person who wasn’t in the room and alive… Was Eugene.

“You have one earthly hour to figure out who did the deed, one amongst you is the killer and isn’t who they say they are. A wolf in sheep clothing, a swindler, poser and a murder! Who is it you must figure it out. Or you too will perish!” The sandman laughed hysterically before adding.

“Tic toc, tic toc, your life is on the clock”

• Sandman

Blair looked down at his uniform, seemingly unsure in that moment whether to cry from pure fear or rejoice that he’d been promoted to Major. He took a step back and studied the other individuals around him, then with a laugh declared, “Looks like I’m the ranking officer!”

Then, approaching the table, he reached out as if to reveal the bags contents, pausing at the last to seek reassurance. “We have to be sure, right? That…that he’s dead?”

• NE Blair (Major Vinegar)

Hampton looked around a moment slightly disorientated. His eyes narrowed as a scowl formed on his face. “None of this is real.” He mumbled. Looking at his clothing, and everyone else’s. He shook his head. “I made the shield, we shouldn’t be affected by whatever is happening to us. It worked!!! I know it did!!!” He exclaimed angrily. His face turned red, a look of rage took over his face and his eyes became more wild, an enraged look filled his glare as he turned to Blair after the ensign made his joke. “Shut up.” He spat, venom in his voice, “Shut your mouth.” He took a moment and composed himself. “No.” He said, closing his eyes, his skin turned back to its usual relatively paler complexion. “I’m not playing any stupid games, I don’t care what happens.” He turned to the rest of the away team. “I’m the only member of this crew that doesn’t have strings attached to him, I’m not about to tie some on now just for some demonic creatures amusement.” He simply walked over to the table and took a seat. “I won’t spend my last hour alive being a court jester.”

Lt. William Hampton- CE

In Hampton’s ear, Sandman’s voice rang “You corporeal life forms believe you can surround yourself in Gravitons and particles to protect you from everything. How feebly minded you are. If you won’t play then you will die but not before you see all your friend perish first.” Hampton would feel the presence had disappeared like a chill on a cold morning being lifted by the breaking sun.

Hampton Chuckled. ‘You have no idea how little I care about these people or how much I want them all to suffer you soulless creature.’ He thought.

Irida looked around, and then at what she was wearing and a horrified expression came over her face. How was she supposed to fight in this? She had a quick mind though. She looked at Hampton. “It’s not real?” She looked around and nodded, “But is it not real as in we are in a holodeck or did this…thing, put us to sleep like he did the Einstein crew?” She began to move around the room examining it. Something was familiar to her about this. The setting, the names on the portraits, the items in the room. “It’s CLUE! The game. We used to play it as kids. You had to figure out who committed the murder, what they used to do it with and what room in the house. You got cards to tell you what you knew.” She reached into the pockets of her…outfit....to see if she had anything that would provide clues to what they did know. She glanced at Hampton. “I don’t want to play his game either, but I want to stay alive. What if we leave?” She walked over to the door mostly likely to lead out and opened the door.
Irida, RTF

Each would find a set of cards in their pockets, detailing weapons and rooms of the manor, so of them were the classic knife, rope, and revolver but then there were things like Bat’leth, K-Bar and Phaser. In the classic game, it was meant not to be shared, the idea was to win individually but here they were to win together or not at all. The would have to declare the killer, the weapon and the location to win.

• Sandman

Ensign Korvoh looked around the room for a brief moment, collecting details of the room he was in. “In most cases, I would agree with Lieutenant Hampton, our best option is not to play the games of this psychic entity. However, if the Captain should try to send a rescue, they will be ill-prepared for such an assault. It is imperative that we find a way to get a message back to the Leviathan to warn them of the nature of the entity so they may provide appropriate countermeasures. I agree that Lieutenant Hampton’s device worked perfectly just as the inoculation did. The issue was a misunderstanding of the cause.” Korvoh moved to the body bag to open it. “With your permission, Captain Manhattan, I will perform an autopsy on the victim to better help us in this investigation.”

• NEnsign Korvoh

“Yeah there’s no need to ask me permissions. Apparently made teacher.” He moved around the room as he tried to find something, even a single detail that may have told them ‘you’re sleeping morons’, because in all honesty he was incredulous “Irida have I ever told you, you look so nice in that bride clothes? Man mine are just a mess. I would marry you but I mean, these colors eww…” he carried in his arms the woman when he noticed something in her pockets “Oh what is this?” He drew a card from the pocket “Guys I found this, you know something about it, Irida?” He asked the agent who knew apparently more than the others did.

M. Capt. Erve Manhattan - RCO and Professor Aubergine

Irida pushed at him, “Cpt Manhattan, WHAT do you think you are doing? Put. Me. Down!” Irida could gossip and flirt with the best of them, but this was business, this was serious. They were going after an anomaly. And the only thing Manhattan ever showed passion about was weapons. Once she was down she grabbed his wrist, keeping him still and taking the card. “This is NOT Cpt. Manhattan. He does not act in such a manor.” She glared at him, and she was without her Mark VII now. So she couldn’t shock him to see if this was really Manhattan or the wolf in sheep’s clothing. “Tell me something only Manhattan would know, or I’ll snap your neck,” Irida threatened keeping hold of him, hoping one of the other RTF members or Remmington were of mind enough to back her up.

She looked at the card. “Everyone check your pockets. We need to look at all of them. There should be 1 card for each room in the house, each person, and each weapon. After we see what we have, there should only be 1 missing from each category, and that is our answer.” She looked at Korvoh, “I don’t want to disrupt your work on the body, but see if there are any cards left on him as well, please.”
Irida, RTF Dr. White

Hampton watched Irida’s reaction to Manhattan’s peculiar attitude. His slight chuckle from before turned into a snarky grin. “Yes Irida, perfect strategy, threaten to kill your commanding officer, someone we know is not the murderer, brilliant plan. I wonder, what will you do when he snap his neck and nothing happens? That is going to be an embarrassing moment for sure I suspect.” He stood up from the table, “You are fool, make yourself useful or get out of the way. Manhattan is a commanding officer who we know beamed over with the rest of us. The one who is the murderer is not a member of the crew, Manhattan, myself, Remmington and Kindle are members of the senior staff, so we clearly are alive.” He put his hand in his pockets and pulled out his cards. “Now stop trying to be a detective and try being fly on the wall for once, before you kill your CO.” He chuckled as he read his cards. “Stupid girl.” He mumbled under his breath.

Lt. William Hampton- CE

“I was just being a gentleman, Irida.” The teacher puffed a bit offended “Thanks anyway, Mr. Hampton.” He chuckled noticing the occasional instance where Hampton wasn’t actually ‘himself’.

Irida eyed him suspiciously, “Be a gentleman on your own time Cpt.” She didn’t care what they said. “Just because you WERE on the away team doesn’t mean that thing hasn’t replaced you. We are all suspect and victim to its whims.”

“Stop arguing!” the previously timid Blair yelled at the group. Clearly the uniform had bolstered his confidence a little. “We have to work together if we’re going to solve this. It’s all of us get out of here alive. Or none of us do.”

“Major, calm your tone down. You may be higher in rank, but if you may, I am still the Commanding Officer of this mission.” The Captain gave a slap on the back of his head making the helmet fly on ground “Now, everyone take your cards from the pockets, we need to understand who the hell is killing us.” He drew his from the pocket and gave back Irida’s one.

“Hey, my hat!” Blair pouted as he chased after the flying headgear.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his own cards, studied them for a moment and then slipped them back. “Okay, so now I know who didn’t do it. So…let us get to guessing.” He turned to the engineering chief. “I think it’s Mr Hampton, I mean, I think it’s the Apple Brothers, in the orchard with…a hyperspanner?”

• NE Blair (Scientist)

“Why should have Mr. Hampton killed that poor soul? And also we have confirmed that he’s part of the original away team, so he should not be an illusion.” He looked at his card still trying to figure out what was in the figure “You all ensigns are the suspects here. I’m just saying!”

M. Capt. Erve Manhattan - RCO and Professor Aubergine

Irida took her cards out and laid them on the table for everyone to see. “Blair if we are going to survive or die together, as you say, then no need to keep your cards secret. If we share what we know we’ll solve this faster.”
Irida, RTF

Korvoh, who seems completely uninterested in the game and more interested in the mysterious body, pulled his card from his pocket and set it on the table. “While you all humor the creature anomaly, I will continue to count on science.” He searches the pockets of the body first, if they have a card, he will also set that on the table with his. His investigation of the body will begin with wounds that the victim has experienced.

• NEnsign Korvoh

The investigation would show that the body was indeed their missing crew member. It appeared he had blunt trauma to his head though this didn’t kill him, the open wound in his chest about the same size hole enough to stick a hunger through, the bullet still inside of him. The blood around the wound was still warm and wet, and indicator to how soon he had died as well as how long they had been in this ‘dreamscape’. In his clucthed hand was a fragment of cloth red and velvety in color, it looked very much like something you’d see in a library curtain or perhaps the curtain of a ballroom.

• Sandman

The doctor stood up from the body and turned to face everyone, “My analysis has concluded this man was shot with a small caliber weapon, a 22 to be precise. After he was shot he had stumbled back and attempted to grab something to keep himself upright. What he grabbed was the velvet curtains of either a library or ballroom which then tore due to his momentum and weight. When he fell back, his head hit the corner of a table or desk which rendered him unconscious and unable to conduct self aid to keep from bleeding out. We should look for which location has a significant pool of blood between the library and the ball room. Because the gunshot was done at close range to be able to allow the projectile to reach as far as it has, we should also inspect everyone’s clothing for the blood from the blow back of the impact with the heart. If everyone would kindly remove their clothing, myself and Captain Manhattan will inspect the clothing under everyone’s observation.”

• NEnsign Korvoh

Remington shook his head. “People, if this is the “game” our host is playing, the answer is going to be in the cards. It could be any one of us that did it. It all depends on whose card is not here or whose card is missing. If we go by the clues that Korvoh found, it’s the revolver in either the ballroom or library. The problem is there are more than six characters. There could be more weapons than what is included in the standard game, as well as more rooms.”

He searched his own pockets and withdrew the contents. Spreading them out on the table, he finished with, “Here’s what I got. . . “

Remington (CIO)

Somewhat reluctantly, Blair once more fished for his own cards then laid them out on the table with the rest. Then looking around the room once more he suggested, “Hey, maybe we should all split up and try to gather evidence?”

• NE Blair (Scientist)

With everyone’s cards now exposed, they could see that there were nine rooms, Lounge, Hall, Study, Library, Theatre room Room. Games room, Mess hall, and conservatory. Several weapons including, Revolver, Knife, rope, poison, bat’leth, phaser, K-Bar, wrench, and hypospray the only difference to the game was that everyone had a card except for the dead crewman. On the other side of the Hall card however, text describing what they had to do with the cards.

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 there will be consequences, don’t play there will be consequences, run out of time? Then you’ll be trapped forever.

• Sandman

Hampton shook his head. He was not going to make himself a puppet, no way no how. He sat down again. Crossing his arms. “I’m not going to spend my last hours as a court jester.” He said out loud.

Lt. William Hampton- CE

“Well the cards don’t show a library or a ballroom, so we will have to search all the rooms. He gave us an hour, we’ll have to move fast or split up.” Irida looked at Manhattan. She wouldn’t apologize for not trusting his odd behavior. Sandman said one of them was a wolf in sheep’s clothing and she would not be caught unaware. She turned to look at Hampton. Her question genuine, honest, and asking his professional opinion. “If we don’t play his game, what do you suggest we do in order to get out of here?” Of course he could be Sandman instead of the real Hampton, hoping to stop them from finding the answer.
Irida, RTF

“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