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The richest man in interstellar orbit, the magnate of the solar system, the kingpin of space science, Professor Doctor Sir Martin K. Rombridge, Esquire (also vice president of a small African mining nation) is holding, tonight, in his orbital luxury cruise vessel, a high-society gala of some of the most influential people of the future.

No, he hasn't been murdered... yet. A death threat is almost as serious... and leaves something to be prevented. Things like that happen something like this: A robotic servant glides over, carrying a tray with a single glass of bubbly champagne for the man with the plan Dr Rombridge himself. He lifts the glass and finds a small piece of paper stuck to the condensation on the bottom of the glass. Yes, condensation (the cruise ship has simulated gravity). Rombridge squints his dark brown, wrinkled, whiskery face and slides the limp piece of paper away from its bond with the glass. All he sees is blurry black ooze where letters should be. He flips down some glasses, squints some more. Maybe - is that an 'a'? Followed by a 't'? Yes, the first word is 'At'. Rombridge is onto something. He beckons over a servant, a human servant, to read the slightly diffused letters.

"At the strike of midnight, Professor Doctor Sir Martin K. Rombridge, Esquire, Honorary Vice President of Mgubalkwala, shall be dead as a consequence of", begins the servant, then after a moment of silence frowns, as if trying to make out even hazier letters. "The rest is unreadable sir." The servant crumbles it in his hand.

"Oh God," breathes Rombridge. "We have a Class B security breach. Lock up the guests in the ballroom - no one gets in or out. And lock me in my panic room. And contact the Earth-Moon Orbital Detective Agency."

"Yes, sir" intone several nearby robots.

"What time is it young man?" Rombridge barks.

The servant looks at his watch. "I'm afraid it's 7 o'clock, sir. The party started just an hour ago."

"And it ends at midnight," Rombridge frowns.

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A wealth-n-stealth franchise detective vehicle parks itself smoothly in the docking bay.

"I'm sorry," quips a dockhand. "We have a Class B security breach currently underway. Unless you're -"

"The detectives from EMODA," said the first detective, emerging from the vehicle holding a badge. The other one got out too, hands on his or her hips, staring at the dockhand.

"Suit yourselves. Last ship that goes in or out." The dockhand locks the doors, puts a release timer for midnight, and follows the two detectives into the rest of the building.

They are met almost immediately by the human servant.

"Thank you for coming!" he says. "The guests are all in the ballroom."

"Tell us what happened then get in there yourself," said the first detective. "We'll need to interview everybody. Rombridge is an extremely high-paying customer of ours."

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Host: Unreality

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The more the merrier. Sign-ups will cease in a couple days. Sign up if you want to play and get real into it because I will be sending each person a character/personality/etc. This personage will be known to everyone; however, each person will also have a secret or two about themselves that only they know. Also, two people will need to be Detectives. If you're a detective, you're in charge of asking people questions and figuring out who is the intended murderer(s). But everyone wants the huge cash reward that Rombridge would pay them, not to mention the fame, if they found the perpetrators.

The two detectives are in an alliance and work as a team, but everyone else is on their own in the beginning; you can, however, form an alliance and put multiple minds together, comparing what you know/suspect/etc. The first alliance (or individual) to solve the premeditated murder wins the game.

The detectives cannot break their alliance, cannot add new people onto their alliance, and cannot join other alliances. However everyone else is free to form and break alliances and even be part of multiple alliances. When PMing each other with game-related stuff, please include me in the conversation, as a host I won't be doing much, just posting updates every hour (not real-life hour but rather 8pm, 9pm, 10pm, 11pm and MIDNIGHT in the game) so if I could see what's going on behind the scenes that would really help. There's no need to officially declare an alliance in the public thread (you can if you want) but please send me a PM with the official alliance roster when you do so I can keep track.

The idea is to always talk in character in the thread (and even PMs) and the thread acts as sort of the background chatter, people talking to other people and accusing other people. The detectives also ask their questions and receive answers on the public thread.

Anyway all that shenanigans only begins when the game actually begins, which is after I see how many people have signed up so that I can make roles.

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Host: Unreality

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Detective Lebowski: Hi there little robot dude (Hex4dash9), how's it going. I've been waiting on my drink, I guess the human servant isn't so attentive. Could you hook me up with a Red Stripe or something? Also, while we're talking about delivering drinks, were you the one that brought Master Rombridge his drink with the threat?

I AM FAMILIAR WITH THE MAKING OF "RED STRIPES." MASTER ROMBRIDGE PREFERS THAT HIS SERVANTS AND ROBOTS BE ABLE TO PRODUCE COCKTAILS AT HIS WILL. I AM UNSURE HOW TO "HOOK [YOU] UP" WITH A RED STRIPE, BUT I CAN MAKE ONE AND GIVE IT TO YOU.

IT IS THE CASE THAT MASTER ROMBRIDGE WAS MOST UPSET AFTER I DELIVERED HIS DRINK. I DO HOPE THAT I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR HIS DISTRESS. I CAN'T BEAR THE THOUGHT OF BEING RESPONSIBLE FOR CAUSING AN EMOTIONAL DISTURBANCE TO MY MASTER.

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Yo detectives, I have a lead for you.. but the person doesn't seem to be present at the moment..

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Yo detectives, I have a lead for you.. but the person doesn't seem to be present at the moment..

the dude- Tell us already! :mad:

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Jicochi: Yo servant c'mere i wan sum nice food...and a shower if you will point me in the rite direction plz. Servant? Servant?

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Cheif Mlaku

Sir, that is not what I meant when I said what is your business on my ship. :angry::dry: Can you please give me somethang a bit more specific? I am keeping an eye on you sir.

Ooh! Sorry Mister Captain Fleur. Me also do mercantile deal with Mister McCudgeon here.

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I'm with these two. Captain, you are looking awfully suspicious. You're quite inconsistent. :ph34r:

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The clock booms out the hour: 8 o'clock!

With hour already gone, a lot of swindling and dealing and double-dealing and stratagems going on behind the scenes... but what's happening in plain sight is just as interesting... Hex4dash9 stoops a robotic arm down to discover a piece of paper waiting for him near the door of the panic room. The Human Servant sleeps in the corner of the ballroom, apparently needing a replacement (feel free to PM anyone that might interested in replacing and have them PM me). As Maw wants off the ship and Jicochi wants on, as Al struggles with his possibly lost identity and Mrs McCudgeon seduces people left and right, the situation is escalating. There may be murder hovering the air, about to happen. It could happen to anybody at this point for a number of reasons. Watch your back. And as the detectives interview the patrons and hunt for clues, some things make themselves apparent. Chief Mlaku is carrying a sheath of business-related papers that seem to have no purpose at a party like this. Three people are casting dark looks at the ship's captain. Meanwhile a loudspeaker from the panic room turns (it has very limited battery power though) and Rombridge says that from this point forward the wall computer (aka Unreality) is accepting accusations but be warned, a false accusation has extremely unwanted repercussions... the computer will be there all night...

With that, Rombridge signs off, wishing everyone the best of luck. He certainly doesn't want to die at the strike of midnight.

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Yawn...that was a spectacular respite. I apologize for my absence. I must have drifted off while our humble guests were so busy carousing. I had the most ludicrous of dreams...Sir Rombridge sent a death threat! Ha ha! I do say it was quite preposterous, and I would presume that it....What? Oh. Oh...Oh! Oh...So it wasn't a dream...that is not acceptable at all.

Well I, the lowly servant Sergio Elizar Ronaldo von Ellington, or as I am referred to by many, Serve, will do all that I am capable of to make sure our wonderful benefactor shall persevere through the night and many more nights to come!

If anyone has any questions, I would be delighted to answer as accurately as I can. In the meantime, can I obtain refreshments for any of our distinguished guests?

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Oh, and Sir Lebowski, here is the drink of which you requested. I wholeheartedly apologize for my absence, and if there is anything else I can do for you I will gladly be of assistance. Don't bother with that robot, it can be quite a bother sometimes (and I have sampled its cocktails, they are barely subpar).

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Jicochi: dude servant you didn't gimme my hot food? whats ur problem dude? ahhh its ok after all i guess. i found sum anyways.

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Hey boys...I have more drinky-drink if any of you wanna talk...THANKS HEXY (sorry I'm a loud drunk)

YOU ARE WELCOME. IT IS MY PLEASURE TO SERVE.

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Hey, can anyone drag a hot tub onto this deck so we can be more comfortable when we brutally interrogate one another? Especially with the lovely Ms Mc...Mc... the drunk chick.

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