Awards Killing Game 2x2: Moon of Hope (Game Thread) - Day 4: Lunary Cliffs

[Superchao]

Let's start by comparing his wounds to the train wheels. Run over that glorified warning signal Mona if you have to! For that matter, how close did his body end up to the tracks anyway? Is it possible the train could've run him over in his current spot?

You do the relevant comparisons.

Judging by the markings and the obvious age of the markings injuries and location, you can say with a 99% confidence interval that Winter was cut into three pieces via being run over by a fucking train.

 

[Lulu Azhal]

Take a look at the train for its controls. Is it completely automated or does it need a conductor inside to run.

 

[Superchao]

Take a look at the train for its controls. Is it completely automated or does it need a conductor inside to run.

The train is automatic. However, there is a safety system inside that prevents it from running when an obstruction is detected on the tracks. Said safety system is currently manually disabled.

 

[Lulu Azhal]

How easy is it to manually disable the safety. If I can't tell directly, I'll ask Mona if she can show me.

 

[Turboo]

You were so close too, Albina. Really, the only one with the bare minimum IQ to count as functionally human.

Of course, the turtle made things a little more complicated when I burst from the Fountain. Almost boiled to death - probably would've if I didn't smash my way out with my thermos. That's another point to you too, Albina. Give yourself a pat on the back - that's two chances to kill me that you ended up squandering.

...

Thank you.

Fascia has the important parts of my brain. I've made a lot of lesions in the frontal lobe. You should credit her instead.

You said you wanted to see Fascia earlier, but she's still not complete. Still, I have enough of the hippocampus to remember that you were nice to me, so you can have first entry to her inaugurazione.

Tonight, I'm sad about Winter. He was nice, too. Fascia wanted to be friends with him, but we were too late... she's been taking a lot longer than I thought she would. That, and I wanted to properly know him.

I'd like to ask Vigil about the state of both Winter and Ratigan, and ask Tanner if there were any accomplices for either. I think that should help.

 

[Lee Chaolan]

Lee Chaolan​

Perhaps I'll kick things off with my testimony. My night began with a rudimentary visit to the Studio, seeing Lupin the thief-of-overly-large-indestructible-paintings making his nightly visit. I see a whole bunch of lower class experimentees as I make my upstairs via the Hollow Tree, including Lyra, Porticia and Jackson, before arriving at the armoury to admire the high class sets of armour seen on display. After spending some time there doing my thing, I head downstairs via the Clock Tower, where I see Winter exiting. Making my way to the cellar, I grab another exquisite bottle of wine, once again seeing Lyra again who merely passes through.

Violet​

I then evolve, and reach my true form, the entirely unrecognisable Violet with the help of the Coatroom. Ratigan leaves just before this happens, a shame that they weren't able to see a mere mortal achieve the perfect form before their passing. Oh well, their loss. The transformation was all a part of plan to get away with murder (in a quite literal sense), however things didn't work out and I ended up abandoning those plans, making this perfect disguise rather pointless in retrospect. Consider yourselves lucky that you got to see it anyway. I end my night by resting in the Chalet, offering Dr. Gouligrab some wine as he appears here shortly before I head to bed. I figured that going too many places would be unwise on a double murder night, and am glad to say that my precautions seem to have worked. It really is a shame about what happened in the Train Exhibit… the models there were so pristine. Truly a tragedy.

 

[Hooded Pitohui]

You killed the rat? Hss! He was one of the better sources of entertai~nya~ment here… and I was hoping to corner him somewhere and toy with him... The dragon, too? Nyeeeeh… Not much bloodlust in his musk, but he captured my image well… You'd kill them when that old coot in the shell's still wandering around?

Nyeh, there's always a nice frame waiting for him. Those geriatric ghost hunters adorn a wall nicely when set in shades of sepia. You're all eager to hear of my evening, I'm certain. I'll keep you in suspense no longer. Although… I concede that my night was not as… meowasterful as I anticipated…

Next time you in~furr~m me there's a treasure to be excavated, Suit, you'll make certain it's there.

I began my evening with a descent into the mag~nya~ificent basement. Someone alleged in her little damage reports the presence of a boulder in the Ceremonial Chamber, marked by an X. The whole structure sits atop a mine. Any stone that someone deigned to mark is bound to contain a valuable, no? I mag~nya~animously offered to collect the excavation equipment, so long as she dirtied her hands.

There's no finer place in this complex from which to purr~loin such equipment than within the Crystal Quarry and its Quarry Pit. Gaudy, if you ask me. Suited only to the nouveau riche décédé. Though given the eccentricities of our absent host, I'd stake a Laurel on those crystals concealing some classier artifact. I spent time inspecting them, but I was not to be alone. Lyra recognized their potential as well, entering and attempting to shatter that central crystal! Nyahahaha, you all should have witnessed her violence! A shame her efforts were in vain. Tell you what, take a Daric for saving me the sweat~!

I ventured to the Roundhouse, where my associate and I were to meet. There's no reason I should spend the whole night encumbered with excavation equipment! En route, I caught MCD emerging from the Tree Roots. You must regale me another time with tales of your house. I don't believe I've had the pleasure of making the acquaintance of… a single relation of yours… Strange…

Regardless, as I dropped the equipment in the Roundhouse, Lyra entered. She only began inspecting the minecarts… I anticipated an attempt on my half-life… Though I suppose there are others better to stain my claws… Brilliant as she is, she's rather… sloshy…

Speaking of sloshing, great work draining that lake, nyahaha! The fish were delectable, but what you've uncovered is far more valuable - additional square footage! It did force me to second-guess my plans for the evening, though… I knew the obvious paths to the lake would have killers lying in wait. Listen. Do you hear it? The dragon's speaking up to tell me my intuition was entirely right! I took a circuitous route, climbing to the second floor to descend via the Termi~nya~l…

And wouldn't you know it? One of you had rigged the Termi~nya~l and its access with traps! To first be drenched, then to be sliced by some pedestrian blade, how in~furr~iating! If you intend to make an attempt on me, have the courtesy to do it in purr-son! Nyeeeh… what I was subjected to is humiliating… When I get my claws on the culprits, you'll rue this stain on my appearance! I'll cleave you to-!

……

…giving you free publicity for humiliating me. What am I doing? What's it matter? You're the ones who truly lose. Watch your backs in the dark corners of the complex, or I'll watch them for you~. If I had to hazard a guess, the cloaked figure leaving the Snowy Grounds to the south before my descent bears responsibility. Hsss! The chill of the air outside won't compare to the chill you feel on the back of your neck, I guarantee.

…regardless, I proceeded to the former lake, where I… politely requested the services of an Ice Elemental. After securing its coo~purr~eration, I returned through the Train Exhibit. If any attempts were made on me at this point, I could flash-freeze my assailant! Fortunately, I had no cause for concern. By that time, the train had already sliced the dragon.

My business was elsewhere, so I left his carcass be and ascended to the Nautical Exhibit. I left from there to the Smokehouse. I had devised an ingenious trap. I- Nyah? Why do I get to set traps when I expect others to kill me purr-sonally? That's… It's because… The reason's… Just don't mind that!

The point is, I collected an irritating and toxic plant from the grounds, and set it to burn in the Smokehouse. Under normal circumstances, the smoke would escape through the flue, but with a plug made of ice, toxic smoke could accumulate! Nyahahaha! The room's heat would have melted away the ice, clearing the smoke out before you could investigate it! Brilliant, isn't it?

I set the trap, then departed for the Hollow Tree. While on the way, MCD pulled me into the Parlor. Quite the conversationalist, aren't you? We exchanged pleasantries and conversed late into the night, after which we both descended the Hollow Tree. He exited at the first floor while I carried on to the basement.

There, I met with the Suit at the Roundhouse. She led me to the Ceremonial Chamber, where… there was nothing at all! Nyeeeeh, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt this time… With the spirits around here, there's likely at least one illusionist… Next time, however…

Well, what's there to say after that? I returned to my room, and she to hers. Could've done with a more successful evening…

 

[Roserade]

We've spent three nights in each other's company now... And this job keeps requiring me to talk to all of you... This really is a nightmare...

I would not call tonight a night of successes. I had two ideas in mind, and neither worked out. Thankfully, I couldn't submit a shift report even if I wanted to. There's no cell service out here, and I haven't found a fax machine.

The first thing I did was visit the room of the recently-deceased Reigen. This might come across as unprofessional, but if there were any blueprints of Gadd's inventions sitting around, they deserved to be in safe hands. After raiding it, I left through the Aviation Exhibit and passed Lash on the way. Please stop making those sultry eyes at me, sir. I will contact an HR representative.

I made my way outside to the Icy Lake and went to slide down the ice tunnel. Lyra will have seen as such. Down there, I loaded up a shotgun as self-protection and stored that on my person. That thief, Lupin, sprung out of the tunnel and into the Z-Gate as I was doing so.

The Z-Gate... such an odd creation. Gadd was practically inviting all manner of spirits to phase through and haunt his home. How was he ever going to resell when a daemon is at his door?

I did step into it myself, however. You see, there have been some curious things about plants in this building. Between the tree, the key-shaped beanstalk, and the elusive Crimson Eye flower... While in the Paranormal, I tried following below the root system to find any signs of where some of these plants might lead to. I only got a vague sense of direction, though. Nothing very clear otherwise.

Stepping back out of the same Z-Gate, I saw Ratigan sliding down the ice chute, before I started out through the Hydro Generators. I went through the Maintenance Hub, then the Roundhouse, where Victor was looking around.

Ms. Porticia was correct about us having a shared excavation plan for the mysterious boulder in the Ceremonial Chamber, which required getting past the suits of armor. The shotgun was a good help for that. In the Chamber itself, I saw King Blocky Boo, and we talked briefly... when partway through, we heard an explosion somewhere from the south. I guess that's yet another incident for the damages report...

And of course, as you heard, the boulder was completely absent from the Chamber, leaving me without plans and looking foolish when Ms. Porticia arrived. Another idea down the drain. I should leave this "lore hunting" to the rest of you people...

The two of us went back to our separate rooms after that. What a waste of resources.

And now we've lost a member of a royal family and a rich business entrepreneur in one night... My contractors are really not gonna like this...​