ooc: Dun dun DUNNNNNN!!! :rmage: Stop it now, I mean it! :thief: Anybody want a peanut? :fighter: *Stabbity death* :bmage:

OOC: Due to being a human, now I must sleep... And the next couple of parts should probably all be PMs anyway. Or MSN/AIM, since tomorrow I shall be getting my new computer, and will be off this old laptop with Windows 95.

OOC: Where's the lich when you need him...
Lich: What are you smiling about?
:bmage: :Can't you tell? I'm looking forward to my demise. And freedom.

(OOC: yeah yeah, well, "you're teenage guys" so it's obvious that you were all twisting my words. (take THAT. I'm using that phrase in my defence for once. You can thank IHMN for it.

and like IHMN, I need sleep as well. it's past midnight and it's not like I'm already falling asleep in class as it is...)

ooc: I too must rest so if anyone goes rabbid bunny in here I will smite them.

OOC: Hah, just set up an IV with Dr Pepper, and you'll never have to worry about falling asleep in class again...

I'm just glad all my teachers are cool and allow us to drink sodas in class, or I would fall asleep all the time in class too...

OOC: I confused... I skipped a few parts, so I think that should be safe. I say if there is more then two people in secret conversation, what if they made a new thread, then put people on the trust system not to go to that thread.

Bob watched as the three of them left. He wanted to follow them, get a low down on what they were saying, but he needed another drink. He ducked under the bar and serched around for a drink.

Marion thought for a moment, "But if we get into that room where Masters was killed and we don't take everyone with us... won't they suspect us? It's important for all of us to work together to figure this out and it's hard to figure things out if we're just accusing and pointing fingers at each other..."

Consultant snorted. "Even if they did suspect us, they do not have any proof. Considering that so far they're doing nothing, I doubt they'll have any either.

"We're not going to point fingers, we're going to follow the trail left by the killer. Now, follow me, we've got work to be done." With that he started to walk off in the direction of Master's room.

Marion sighed as she followed after the consultant, trying not to walk in a weaving pattern because of the movements of the boat.

(OOC: we'll have to wait for IHMN to get on to go on, and this next part should probably be either PMs or maybe instant messanger or something like that.)