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Andromeda Curse - USS Einstein [Away Team]

Posted Sept. 15, 2020, 8:58 p.m. by Lieutenant Icarus Remington (Chief Intelligence Officer) (Terry Sullivan)

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Andromeda Curse - USS Einstein [Away Team]

Posted by Captain Zachariah Cobb (Commanding Officer) in Andromeda Curse - USS Einstein [Away Team]

Posted by Lieutenant Icarus Remington (Chief Intelligence Officer) 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-Dead
Study – Manhattan
Library – Blair and Remmington
Theatre Room (Ballroom) – Korvoh
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 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.

After Remmington figured out the lock to the library the other rooms were easily opened so that Korvoh can enter and investigate.

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.

Icarus peeled Blair’s hand from his arm. “Blair, get a hold of yourself. You’re acting like a fool and letting whatever this is get inside your head.”

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

“Blair. . . . BLAIR!!!” the CIO shouted after the NE. Idiot. He’s going to get himself killed Icarus thought. After Blair disappeared, he tried the door of the room he suspected was the library.

Finding it locked, he began to run his hands along the door frame, searching for niches or protrusions that could be a door release. . . . .

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

Manhattan would find that the door to the study was locked as well. After Remmington had managed to find a secret latch on the library door he found the door to the study now unlocked and he could enter to investigate.

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

Icarus heard the door slam, but was unable to tell from whence it came. The fog, the lighting, and the acoustics of the building made it difficult determine where any sounds were coming from.

After a moment, he went back to the task at hand and continued to search for a way in. . . . .

Remington (CIO)

There was a small indentation that if pulled on would make a level that unlocks the door. Once the door opens Remmington finds that he has indeed remembered the correct location of the library.

Hampton grinned at the sandman, “Well, if you are going to make a habit of cutting down the number of suspects for me, you’re hardly motivating me to play along.” He stood up. His voice a low growl. “I have spent my life in pain far greater than you could ever inflict. Loneliness, depression and the feeling of complete futility are much more poignant than a quick neck snapping. I may be dead in an hour, but I will not spend it jumping through your hoops you pathetic creature.” His eyes narrowed. “If this is my time, I’d rather be killed standing on my feet than living on my knees.”

Hampton looked at Potter’s corpse. A new feeling entered him, accompanying the frustration and anger, satisfaction. Staring down at the body, Hampton realized something he dare not admit to anyone around him. He was glad the ensign was dead. He looked back the Sandman. “You are going to have to try your routine on some of the other puppets around here, this one doesn’t mind seeing other’s have their strings cut.” While his face remained narrowed and serious, a dark gleam had taken residence in his eyes.

Lt. William Hampton- CE

Goatman advanced upon Hampton reaching out clawed fingers to grasp at his throat and pull him closer. An unholy rasping breath coming from him. Then suddenly he screams in a rage and disappears.

Sandman

Taking one final look both directions down the corridor, Icarus stepped into the library and reached out for a light switch in hopes of illuminating the room to make it easier to investigate.

He paused as he heard the scream come from wherever. Knowing it didn’t come from the library, he stepped in and closed the door behind him. Hopefully, this would keep the ground fog from infiltrating the room. If the victim was shot, there should be a blood trail he could follow, or perhaps there was blood left from the blow to the Eugene’s head. Either way, he should be able to tell if he was actually shot in this room. Finding a spent shell casing from the revolver would be a bonus he hoped for. . . .

Remington (CIO)

The closed library door blocked out almost all of the shouts and screams from the corridor and rooms beyond, for which Remington might be momentarily thankful. However, after a few seconds, he would become aware of another sound, this time coming from within the room he had just entered. A whimpering. Followed by a pitiful wail.

“Mr Remington, Sir!!!” Blair moaned, emerging from out of the shadows and charging towards the Intelligence Chief. “He’s in here! Save me!!!”

  • NE Blair (Scientist)

While moving past Blair, he asked, “How the heck did you get in here, Blair. Last I saw of you, you were screaming like a little girl, running down the hallway. Plus, the door was locked!!!”

Icarus moved to the fireplace and picked a poker to use as a weapon if need be. He began to grow suspicious of Blair. The man’s hysterics were quite out of place, especially for a Starfleet officer. “Aren’t you a scientist, Blair? You should know as well as anybody that there is a scientific explanation for eerything, no matter how impossible it may appear. Start thinking straight, man!!”

He began searching, keeping Blair in his sights. . . .

Upon investigating Remmington and Blair would find that the curtain to the far left window was ripped very close to the bottom near the floor that matched the piece found in Eugene’s hand. There was no blood or human tissue to be found in the library. There were no shell casings, but a revolver does not eject the spent shells.
Sandman

OOC: D’oh!!! Brain fart!!!

IC: “Eugene was in here. The ripped curtain matches the piece that was in his hand. There’s no blood splatter anywhere in here. . . anywhere!! There’s plenty of places he could’ve hit his head, but I don’t see any grey matter anywhere either. That means, he was killed in here. My guess is he was in the library first and was maybe spooked or attacked, which caused him to rip the curtain, and then was chased out of the room. . . . “

He grabbed Blair by the arm, pushing him toward the door. “I need to talk to someone who’s more capable of logical reasoning. Let’s find Korvoh.”

Exiting the room, he began making his way to the theater room. . . .

Remington (CIO)


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