Lego12 Posted May 27, 2009 Posted May 27, 2009 I'll go up the stairs as well. You guys are all wussies! Come on, we have to get out of here, and Snitchman, shut up. You're annoying and everything you say is nonsense. Anyways, I'm going.
WesternOutlaw Posted May 28, 2009 Author Posted May 28, 2009 Snitchman slowly walks up the stairs in the dark, followed by Max after a minutes or two. Lorraine, seeing that Snithman left the lobby, begins running up the stairs followed by Grill'n George. All is quiet and dark... Conductor Max decides to turn around and go back down just before Snitchman feels a door handle toward the top. As he opens a heavy wooden door, a fresh breeze of air flows down the stairs as well as a bright light from the windows of the second floor. Max suddenly feels something incredibly painful in his chest and can't seem to breath very well. He falls down the stairs. Everyone gathers at the base of the stairs around Max who has a meat clever stuck in his chest. He sustains 4 Life Points of damage and is bleeding profusely...
Captain Zuloo Posted May 28, 2009 Posted May 28, 2009 Argh! Dammit! *rips meat clever out of his chest and throws it accross the room before falling to the ground* Please, someone help me to the drinking fountain so I can clean the wound. And take my shirt off and wrap it around me to stop the bleeding. Arghh! Please!
Sandy Posted May 28, 2009 Posted May 28, 2009 There's someone upstairs! I'll go up and shoot that bastard! Don't you die on us, meanwhile, Max! We need a conductor, for who else is going to check our tickets!?
Dragonator Posted May 28, 2009 Posted May 28, 2009 tajwIj 'oHbe' chorlIj jeqbogh Dochvetlhe'e. OK, bad time for a Star Trek reference. What happened in there Max? We need to find something to stop that bleeding, and quickly! There might be someone up stairs, or then again, it could have been one of our town "friends" here getting up to no good in the dark. A meat cleaver was it? I don't suppose you had anything to do with this George? Or perhaps Howard or Lorraine have something to admit to? All I know is that Max was in that stairwell with you three, and then he came tumbling down with a meat cleaver in him. For me, that points fingers at the chef, who is the most likely person to have such a weapon. We can point fingers later though, right now we need action! Let us see what we can do for Max here. Also, why is it taking me so long to read these passenger lists and other documents! Am I going blind? Please give me an answer!!!
Sandy Posted May 28, 2009 Posted May 28, 2009 Also, why is it taking me so long to read these passenger lists and other documents! Am I going blind? Please give me an answer!!! Don't worry, I've been searching for any kind of light source for quite a while now as well... But now it's time for some trigger happy action!
Captain Zuloo Posted May 28, 2009 Posted May 28, 2009 But now it's time for some trigger happy action! No, get the prick who tried to kill me AFTER I'm not still in danger of dying.
Sandy Posted May 28, 2009 Posted May 28, 2009 No, get the prick who tried to kill me AFTER I'm not still in danger of dying. I'm sorry, but I'm not exactly Florence Nightingale. Unless you don't want me to put you out of your misery with this gun. That I can do.
AwesomeStar Posted May 28, 2009 Posted May 28, 2009 Oh my goodness... Mister Maxwell! Dear Lord! *Scoops my hands under his armpits and attempts to drag him to the fountain* Oi! One of you help me, he's a dead weight! *Looking over to Grill'N'George* YOU?! The only fitting person... *Turning attention back to Mister Maxwell* Come on, Maxwell, hang on, hang on, we'll clean this wound.
Sandy Posted May 28, 2009 Posted May 28, 2009 There's someone upstairs! *Comes back down* There was nobody there, so the culprit is among us. Mr. Snitchman, you went first, and BBQ, you followed poor Max here. Since the meat cleaver went through his chest, all we need to deduce now is which way Max was turned when he was struck. *holds Howard and George at gunpoint* Was he facing you, Howard... or you, George? Confess now, or I'll shoot you both!
AwesomeStar Posted May 28, 2009 Posted May 28, 2009 Eleanor, calm down. We need to help Max first! Can't you see? He's dying, and thus our main priority. If you deem Howard and George a threat, go lock them in that room upstairs or something, but we need to tend to Maxwell first. Put the gun down, and help me lift Max to the drinking fountain. Oh, how I wish we'd taken my semi...
Dragonator Posted May 28, 2009 Posted May 28, 2009 From the account, I think he had already turned around... Here, I'll help you carry Max Lorraine. I sure hope that water is clean. Have we anything to use as a bandage or wrap? Sandy, you went upstairs did you? What is there up there, anything interesting?
AwesomeStar Posted May 28, 2009 Posted May 28, 2009 Thanks Mark. The water's clean, I already drank some. Its fine. *Hooks my arms under Max's armpits as Mark grabs his legs* Heave... HO! *Together we stumble over to the water fountain carrying Max* *Takes off my shirt, revealing a lace vest underneath* Mark *chucks him the shirt* soak this in the water, and clean the wound!
Dragonator Posted May 28, 2009 Posted May 28, 2009 Mark *chucks him the shirt* soak this in the water, and clean the wound! I'm not sure this will be big enough for our needs. Could you kindly donate your lace vest as well? Opps, did I say that? Bad time, I know. I'll get some water on this and we'll get you all fixed up Max.
AwesomeStar Posted May 28, 2009 Posted May 28, 2009 I could... but then I'd have to slap you like I did Herman, and your actually quite a nice guy, Mark, albeit D&D obsessed. We're going to need something dry to keep the blood in... y'know Mark, unless you donate your shirt, your fantasies may come true, but so will a "rucking" huge slap if you say one word about my lace bra...
Dragonator Posted May 28, 2009 Posted May 28, 2009 ...and your actually quite a nice guy, Mark, albeit D&D obsessed. Awe thanks. Sorry for that comment, when I get stressed and uneasy I always try to make lame jokes to lighten the mood. I'm surprised I'm handling seeing all this blood so well, I normally freak out. We're going to need something dry to keep the blood in... y'know Mark, unless you donate your shirt, your fantasies may come true, but so will a "rucking" huge slap if you say one word about my lace bra... My lips are sealed Lorraine. I'm wearing this very stylish jacket, but the material is quite rough and may not work for a tender wound. Plus I'm a bit shy undressing in front of others. The chef is wearing what looks like a soft apron, why don't we use that?
AwesomeStar Posted May 28, 2009 Posted May 28, 2009 Mhm. I suppose your right about your jacket, but you are wearing a white shirt underneath (the torso design shows a white triangle = shirt underneath, IMO), so maybe we could use that. The apron might be dirty y'see, and I don't trust George very much.
Dragonator Posted May 28, 2009 Posted May 28, 2009 Mhm. I suppose your right about your jacket, but you are wearing a white shirt underneath (the torso design shows a white triangle = shirt underneath, IMO), so maybe we could use that. The apron might be dirty y'see, and I don't trust George very much. You really want to see me with my shirt off, don't you? Oh dear this is so awkward.
AwesomeStar Posted May 28, 2009 Posted May 28, 2009 You really want to see me with my shirt off, don't you? Oh dear this is so awkward. You can put your jacket on and zip it up if you're that dissapointing, I mean, er, cold... Here *takes the wet shirt* let me clean the wound. *Cleans up the blood spurting from Max*
Captain Zuloo Posted May 28, 2009 Posted May 28, 2009 Guys, stop bickering, can we have this nude minifig fest later and save my from dying now please?
AwesomeStar Posted May 28, 2009 Posted May 28, 2009 I am trying, but we're miles away from any medical source! *The wound is cleaned* There, that should stop infection, but we need to stem the bleeding... Max, I'm going to cut you out of your shirt, and tie it around the wound. *Digging my extra-sharp nails into Max's shirt and tears it open* Mark, do you know how to tie knots?!
WesternOutlaw Posted May 28, 2009 Author Posted May 28, 2009 A laced vest is soon tied around Max's chest wound that seems to stop the bleeding. All is quiet for a few minutes. Max does NOT suffer additional Life Points damage from the blood loss, and is lucky that the meat cleaver did not go deeper into his skin. There is nothing special about the meat cleaver, nor does it have any identifiable marks. After looking at Max's wound closely, it looks as if the weapon may have been thrown which resulted in less serious damage.
AwesomeStar Posted May 28, 2009 Posted May 28, 2009 (Lace vest? But I'm wearing that! Oh God. I'm semi-naked.... and lovin' it!) Thank God for that, eh, Max? Hmm, it appears the cleaver was thrown... BY WHO? Lets see, who was down here? Howard, George and myself were up the stairs, so was Maxwell (partially), so that leaves Eleanor and Mark. Hmmm... Eleanor, you seemed pretty god-damnable keen to shoot those two. A panic attack after you thrown the cleaver? A reaction to what you'd just done? Or was it Mark? Its funny, you said you normally overreact at the sight of blood, but not this time... Hmmm...
Captain Zuloo Posted May 28, 2009 Posted May 28, 2009 Guys, I'm happy to give the benefit of the doubt here as we don't have a heap to go on to see who did this. So I think I'll be able to manage the stairs here, and we can continue exploring. But I can give my personal garuntee that I'll beat the crap out of whoever does that again.
Sandy Posted May 28, 2009 Posted May 28, 2009 Sandy, you went upstairs did you? What is there up there, anything interesting? Who's Sandy? As for the question, I'll tell you in a bit. We just need to get this situation sorted. If the cleaver was thrown, then it could've been Lorraine as well. Mr. Williams and I were downstairs, nowhere near the staircase. So... *aims her gun at Lorraine* It's one of you three creepies. Maybe I should just shoot all three of you. What is it, Max? Help? Oh, don't be such a crybaby!
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