That did not go as I intended.

At all.

>___<

So what untapped leads and clues have we not exhausted yet? I know this is a mafia game, but there's also still a mystery we've yet to solve.

[*Helps look for other hidden cameras*]

Well the opened book and the spoons. I'm not sure what clues haven't been shared either.

When in doubt, just look for clues.

Maybe just looking around will yield something.

Day 4 Vote Count

michiganj24 (8): DarqFeonix, RenegadeRoy, viciousbuddha, Rokk_Krinn, StormCrawler, K-Ness, Cuban Vader. Morpheousdr3am3r
viciousbuddha (1): Wade Wilson
Rokk_Krinn (2): killingjoke101, Space Jawa

A plurality has been reached!

Day 4

The guests were truly saddened at the loss of Velma; she had become one of their favorites. Who could blame them? Distraught about the loss, one guest accused the man in the yellow trenchcoat and fedora. “What’s that you’ve got on your wrist? Is that a smartwatch?”

Dick Tracy refused to answer. Once again, the accused met their accusers with silence, which only riled up the crowd more. They cornered him at the stairwell, where he finally began to argue in his defense, but by that point it was too late. Passions were too high. He was chased up the stairs before being caught, and the crowd manhandled him and hoisted him up. They carried him to the bedroom Clouseau had once ran through, and threw him out the window. Defenestration just seemed appropriate, somehow.

After the deed was done, the guests were curious about the purpose of the camera they had discovered in the wall, and were determined to figure out who was watching them. They split up to search the various rooms of the mansion for cameras. Would they find any more? Would they find them all?

Michiganj24 was eliminated! He was Dick Tracy, from the comic strip created by Chester Gould (Mafia)

Night actions are due Thursday at 10pm EST. The game will open Friday morning at 12:00am.

Night 4: Over the hills of snow

The detectives searched for cameras in various rooms. They found some in the upstairs hallways, but not in the bedrooms. They found one in the dining room and one in the kitchen. It seemed rather conclusive at this point that the house was wired with hidden cameras. Each camera had wires trailing back into the walls, supplying power and presumably transmitting video. Were the cameras for watching the detectives, or were they just a fancy security system recording all of the wanton property damage? It didn't appear that finding additional cameras enhanced their understanding of the mystery or the motive.

One smaller detective stayed in the room Dick Tracy had so callously exited. He noticed a plastic bag on the floor: it was labeled “Ballroom (balcony).” He opened it up and inside there was a small knife with a clean blade. Obviously the famous police detective had been conducting an investigation and hadn’t shared his evidence. He wondered who else among them had been withholding clues. He shared his discovery with another detective and they journeyed down into the ballroom to examine the original scene. Examining the original bloodstain that was slowly congealing, they noted that there was about as much blood on the floor as an average adult human male has in the body. They also reexamined the chandelier rope, following the rope to its end, and they found that it was frayed; someone cut this rope and caused the chandelier to fall.

Another detective wandered through the library, glancing over all the books. The books were old; some could be described as ancient. They also noticed an open drawer in a wooden side table, and wondered what was removed.

Another pair of detectives decided to investigate the scene of the previous hour’s crime; they ventured into the kitchen, and discovered that Velma’s body was missing! “Long experience teach, until murderer found, suspect everybody,” one of the detectives said to the other. They noticed one of the large industrial freezers had four small holes drilled on each door, about 6 inches from the center where the doors swing out. They continued wandering into the dining room and looked over the 22 place settings and the still sealed wine bottles on the serving table. It was rather a miracle that none of the detectives had broken into them yet. Another detective that followed them into the room seemed to have the same thought as he swiped a couple of bottles.

Despite being asked to collaborate, many detectives had kept their discoveries to themselves, making the mystery much more difficult to solve. You can’t put together a puzzle unless you have all the pieces. And some detectives began to notice who had not shared their clues from the beginning of the evening; how could they trust them? It’s almost as if the detectives who had not contributed to solving the mystery with the clues they had discovered were actively working against the guests’ best interests. And these guests no longer seemed to have much patience for lone wolves working against them.

A noise came from the ballroom; a spoon clinked against a champagne glass, as one had at the beginning of the night. “If I could have your attention,” a tall detective said, “I’d like to make a toast. You there, could you hand me a drink?” Another detective produced a bottle he had confiscated from another guest who seemed a bit deep in his cups. The tall detective took the bottle, poured himself a tall glass, lifted it into the air, and pounded it back.

“Thank you, my good fellow!” The tall detective continued speaking as the rest of the guests had circled around. The candlelight seemed to shimmer as he removed his mask and fake mustache to reveal a tall man with angular features, almost ethereal. He seemed to inhabit the uncanny valley. He wore a tartan coat with a cloak attached, a matching deerstalker hat, and held a meerschaum pipe between his teeth. “I must say I’ve enjoyed this little game we’ve all had the chance to partake in.”

The man’s colors seemed to start to fade just a bit, and the candlelight shimmered again. The appearance was different now; younger, and much more lifelike. Tousled black curls rained down onto a long, almost androgynously handsome face. The detective now wore a fashionable Belstaff black peacoat with the collar turned up and a scarf wrapped around his neck. “I am rather disappointed in some of you. Some of us have been playing the game as intended, and attempting to work together to solve the mystery. But I really wish the rest of you were as focused on the mystery aspect. You there!” He pointed at one of the smaller detectives. “Come up here.”

The small detective obeyed and walked forward, almost as if in a dream. The candlelight shimmered again; the tall man’s features were even more angular, jutting out from his face at a drastic angle. He now wore an elegant black morning suit, complete with a silk top hat. The smaller detective walked forward, and the tall man handed him a glass filled from the same bottle. “Drink up, lad.” “But I’m too young!” “Nonsense. It’s not what you think.” The boy took off his mask and did as he was told. He had glasses on behind his mask. “You did well, lad. I’m impressed with your intuition. I daresay you are already establishing yourself a reputation as one of the great detectives.” The young boy sized up the tall man, not quite sure where this was heading. And then he shimmered as well. Both detectives appeared a bit fainter, greyer. In fact, the tall detective had lost almost all color.

The tall detective now was enveloped in an Ulster single-breasted coat with a small collar and half cape. He wore a cravat, a long gray traveling cloak, and an ear-flapped travelling-cap. The young boy seemed to have grown older, perhaps even doubled in age. His blue suit looked much sharper and he no longer was wearing glasses. His gaze seemed more piercing than before. It was now hard for the assembled guests to focus on the two at the center of the room; they seemed to be fading away, almost like something you catch in the corner of your eye. “I’m afraid we can attend this party no longer; we really must be going.” The teenage boy seemed quite sad at leaving before the mystery was solved, but he knew he didn’t have a choice in the matter. “There is always only one truth.” Sherlock acknowledged Shinichi’s wisdom. “Indeed. We must depart.” He waved goodbye, and said “don’t you cry; we’ll be back again...someday.” With that, the light wavered once more as four chimes sounded; the two detectives seemed to have vanished.

Rokk_Krinn has been eliminated! He was Sherlock Holmes, the Man, the Myth, the Legend (Mafia)

K-Ness has been eliminated! He was Conan Edogawa, from the anime Detective Conan (aka Case Closed) (Town)

Players may no longer investigate their surroundings by using bold text in the thread (or by any other attempt to communicate with the moderator).

Night 4 has ended, and Day 5 has started. The day phase ends at 10pm EST Friday.

Wish I coulda called out Rokk as Sherlock yesterday, albeit the Hat Mafia was only a theory from 2 autopsies. Good kill.

So which Hatted-Detective would be left? Nothing jumps out at me.

Oh, and I totally thought K-Ness was Artemis Fowl

Probably Inspector Zenigata or DP. I can't tell if Rokk took out Kness from the write up.

So...is there no longer a mystery to solve?

Or are we supposed to have everything we need based on the information available to us, we just need everyone to share the clues they have?

I'm pretty sure I've already shared all the clues I'm privately aware of, both the pipe I acquired off the dead body and any activity that happened prior to adamical announcing results publicly.

so rokk was mafia! Man I can never tell with that guy

Sam Spade, Phillip Marlow, Rigby Reardon...just about any noir detective

That would really be stretching the definition of "detective."

And in the interests of cooperation to solve this mystery, I found a black rubber ball with two yellow dots on it. I have no idea how that fits in with any of this, but maybe it means something to one of you.