Murder Mystery Style RP - 7/10 people

((And other people can be murderers, too. Like, seriously, do whatever as long as it's PG-13))

C:

Clara walked into the common room feeling uneasy.

((6/10 people))

Vaiana wrings her curly black hair out in a pot plant and then ties it up into a ponytail with a strand hanging out.

Clara turned to Vaiana.
"Hi. Um, do you know anything about the 'incident' or whatever?"

Penelope walked into the common room, late, on her phone. "Ugh, The wifi here is terrible."

"No. All I know is that my swim was interrupted."

Zayden stuffed his hands in his pockets, changing his looks back to his disguise. He walked into the common room, annoyed at the disturbance.

Mona wandered into the common room, her nose in her book. All this talk about an incident was very interesting, but not interesting enough to draw her away from her reading. She bumped into Zayden. "Oh, sorry!"

He almost lost his form when someone crashed into him. "It's okay, don't worry," Zayden replied.

Mona chastised herself internally and sat down in the chair in the corner.

Jackson woke up to the voice. He rubbed his face sleepily before rolling out of his bed and putting on clothes for the day. He put on a white t-shirt that let people see his Legion tattoo and a pair of jeans. He ran a brush through his hair before grabbing his jacket, phone, and room key, and leaving the room. He had looked at the list of people there when he checked in, and it couldn't have been more then ten. As they all rushed passed him, he realized they must have all been put of the same floor.

He walked into the common room and took a seat next to the one in the corner. One of the things he had learned while being a part of the Legion was to never have your back to anybody else. When you're in the corner, you can see everyone. There was a girl sitting next to him reading, and he was pretty sure she had bumped into someone else on the way in here.

Zayden wandered around, looking at all the people in the room. There were hardly any people compared to the size of the hotel.

Mona glanced up from her book, watching people wander into the common room.

Clara stood awkwardly and fiddled with the hem of her jumper.

"Sooooo…. does anybody know anything? I'm really confused." Clara said, making sure to make her American accent sound real.

"All I know is that it wifi here is terrible and I can't get any bars!" Penelope said walking around the room with her phone in the air.

Name: Chakuro Myoma
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Sexuality: Pansexual
Species/creature: demon
Personality: innocent, snarky, sarcastic, happy, generally a nice guy
Other: he's a figure skater
Appearance: curly rainbow hair, piercing on his eyebrow, green eyes with gold flecks, black rams horns, raven wings, tall, lots of freckles, Japanese
(is he okay?)

Clara walked over to her. "Give me your phone. I should be able to fix it."

Penelope gingerly gave Clara her phone. "Ok…" Penelope knew that Clara was a vampire and she was scared of what would happen if she said no. "Don't.. Don't delete anything."

"I won't, don't worry." She smiled reassuringly and took the phone.

After typing a complicated-looking code, Clara handed back the phone.

"You should be able to connect to most wifi networks now, even those with passwords if the passwords can be decrypted."

"Yeah, whatever. I knew how to do that," Penelope took her phone and sat on the couch, typing away.

"I- um… okay" Clara mumbled, then walked over to the other couch and awkwardly sat down.

(im gonna have to leave this. sorry)

((Oh. That's okay.))

Jackson looked up at the people around him. "Does anyone actually know why we're here?"

"Nope. But I hope that we can leave because I still need my beauty sleep," Penelope said, crossing her legs.

A voice sounded over the intercom again, but different this time, distorted.

"If you all could direct your attention to the door over there by the painting, you'll find something /quite/ interesting."