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"Sorry to awkwardly pop in to the group, but uh. There's a door on the left stairwell with a scrambled code on it, aaaaand since I already know Garnet is good with codes, I . . . figured I would . . . point that out to you guys? If you feel like looking?"

However, this close, you notice words on the door, barely distinguishable.

Wvs dkr ukc aruiq ps rfow lrh bvoh kh;

Hvv wel zvc eoibv as uyiq qch bxsu ps.

He glanced up again towards the balcony. Really, though, what were the odds of finding a clue in plain sight up there? A door might reveal something previously hidden.

Except the door didn't appear openable, at least not from this side. Rod gave it a push right in the center.

The Musician reached up and grabbed a chime, silencing the instruments in her hair. She patted a few key locations on her dress, as though doing inventory on hidden pockets, and nodded.

"I think that waiting here for events to happen to us is a bad plan. I'm in."

... joined them. "Oh, hello!" they said, smiling beneath their mask. "Yes, I was just asking the Musician a few questions, but I think we might be ready to explore now, if you both are and the Wolf is?"

'If you aren't killing them for good you could probably just tie them up and gag them,' he said, rubbing his chin. Admittedly, the image of a tied-up and gagged Cal, struggling awkwardly on the floor and bumping against table legs and knocking cups down, probably would have created a very different atmosphere than the one they were currently in. He glanced around. The other guests were moving about, peeking at things, pointing, investigating. There was industry, suddenly, in the room.

'What now, you think?' Mister Turkey said, scratching his nose. His personal suggestions would have been 'bury' or 'mourn' or some combination, but he was beginning to think that there was a bit more to this all than those would have helped with.

Going alone was an awful, awful idea. Granted, he was in a room full of people - but that hadn't stopped her little death scene, now, had it?

But regardless, as Rod advanced up the staircase, he noticed a small door set into the wall. It had neither knob or keyhole.

Might as well do it like reading a book: Rod started up the left staircase.

She noticed Rod going alone, and hoped he in turn noticed the two staircases curving along the sides of the room.

He had only just learned of how bizarre Cal's parties could get in a recent conversation, and he certainly wasn't expecting things to go this way so quickly. He had watched the body get moved to the floor, and start its rapid decay, and simply didn't know how to react.

Finally, he turned to look at the balcony she had been hanging near. Rod hadn't noticed any party-goers up there before the lights went out, but that doesn't mean it had been empty. The group he had been chatting with had, unfortunately, moved on without him while he had stood processing the apparent murder.

Rod started looking for a way up to the balcony, alone.

Sapphire hesitantly waved at The Musician and The Ghast. "The White Wolf said that you all were going to go exploring, and he invited me along. Is that okay, or am I interrupting something?"

The Musician leaned in as well, and shook her head gently to set bells and chimes singing. Inside the bubble created by their protective noise, she answered Garnet's questions.

"I received a few hints with my invitation," she said. "Which are now spent. The first was regarding costuming, the second was to 'seek the Woman Who Watches', and the third was to find friends. Because apparently our dear departed Hostess believes me to be Twilight Sparkle, or some such. As far as I know, the message was merely a status update, and perhaps a warning that- well, that was going to happen soon."

They looked around and made sure nobody could overhear. When they were sure, they leant in and whispered, "What did your message mean, and why was the cipher for your message Woman Who Watches?"

"Although I will probably not be terribly helpful. I was expecting a party, not a murder!"

"The White Wolf and I had been planning on seeing if we could gain a few extra allies, and start exploring this place. You could come along, if you wanted." They paused, then added, "Although, I do have a few questions for you, if you don't mind answering them."

...if one were close enough, one could see a grin. This was, of course, the grin of the Hostess, who was of course not currently dead. She was grinning and occasionally cackling like mad (which she probably was) at the party she had orchestrated.

"Tip go the dominoes," she sang, making a flicking motion.

Then she scowled. The Crimson Woman had a secret and it was proving frustratingly elusive. Was this to be the balance for her nigh-omniscience of the Party?

((By the way, for those of you not in voip yesterday: if you brought any weapons or magical doodads, DM me and let me know. If you would like to have brought some, do the same thing. As of right now, I've yet to veto a single thing, though I have had to renegotiate one. And we are assuming that you know your way around whatever weapon or magic you bring.))

She looked at Cal. "She'll come back pretty soon, I'm guessing. I mean, she wouldn't kill someone--particularly not herself--off for good, you know?" She glanced around the room, then lowered her voice to a near-whisper. "It's only an RP, after all. She's fine." She hoped she was allowed to get that meta in this particular RP. After all, Cal could kill her off in the short term, and that might ruin her dress.

Furthermore, it might endanger her secret.

He took his eyes off the body and looked sidelong at the disguised figure he had definitely not immediately recognised on sight as Alleb. 'What is even that distinctive about me?!' he openly wondered, distraught both about the death of a good friend and also at his terrible talent in disguise.

'Begh, nice to see you anyway!' he said, grinning. And the grin instantly fell apart when he remembered the corpse that was in front of them. 'Er, considering the circumstances.' His grin was in a state of flux, forming and reforming, appearing and unappearing. It was having a hard time. Murder did that.

She tugged at the skirt, smoothed out a few wrinkles. "Thanks. Decided against a waistcoat, I see?"

'I didn't know you got invited.' He blinked, looked closer at the body. The mood of the party seemed somewhat dampened. He hoped flies wouldn't start appearing. 'I like your dress.'

She paused beside Mister Turkey, looking over at Cal's body. "I totally called this," she said. "I knew someone would end up dead; just knew it. I didn't expect it to be Cal herself, though." For the third time, she sipped her cider by reflex and began coughing immediately.

((Whoops, moving this up the thread!))

It was a poke he would have recognised anywhere. He would have known it without sight, in a totally pitch black room, no way of visibly perceiving anything at all. It was Cal's poke, and it was very fitting that he would have known it in a pitch black room because the room turned pitch black the very second he turned to respond. And then she was gone. And then there was a commotion. And then Mister Turkey wandered over with a raised eyebrow and looked at the source of the commotion, which was Cal. Except not the poking Cal he was so familiar with - this was a completely new Cal, nicknamed (for lack of any better suggestions) 'dead and mysteriously decaying Cal.'

'Cal!' Mister Turkey howled, placing his hands to his face. He looked frenetically about himself. 'Is anybody else seeing this?! She's dead! Cal!' He pointed. 'She's bloody dead!! Is anybody else seeing this?!' He ran his hands down his face, not entirely sure of what to say next. 'I really liked her, you know! She was really nice! She got us a party and everything!' He blinked twice. 'Is anyone else seeing this?!'

"What should be done now? I'm... not entirely sure I'm comfortable without people watching my back."

"Sorry," she said, adopting a more somber and concerned expression almost instantly- realizing that laughter at what appeared to be a crime scene would probably be in bad taste. "It's just- how much do y'all want to be that the butler did it?"