A MEETING OF MINDS

[thedirectors]

With clues and information in hand, you gather in the lounge room on the second floor of the Lionheart estate. The room is dimly lit, casting long shadows against the deep red walls and intricately woven carpet. Plush chairs and chaise lounges are scattered around, inviting you to take a seat. In the corner of the room is a tall grandfather clock, tick tick tick-ing the seconds away as you sit. A rotary phone sits dormant on a small serving table, waiting for someone to pick it up and call the police.

There's now the matter of the dead man and who killed him--and, surely, it must be one of your number who did the deed, as you were the last group of people to interact with him. This looks bad for everyone. The police would have a field day with this. Everyone's a suspect, and unless you want to walk out of here in handcuffs, you better make sure you pin the true culprit.

Better start talking--you don't want to be the one accused of murder, now do you?

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This part of the murder mystery is a freeform discussion of the evidence and potential theories on whodunnit. Feel free to interject in other people's threads, accuse people, lie, cheat...whatever it takes to get the truth. You're free to also come up with whatever props one could realistically find in a lounge room. If you want to ask for any mod clarification, feel free to request it in your comment title! We'll get to it as soon as possible.

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[littlefreeloader]

[He eyes Michael, before turning to the others, in a low voice.]

You know, he originally didn't want me to go upstairs after he went up to give pops his pills. He only let me through when I said I wasn't going to go see him.

[smithsgrove]

[He stares at Damien with his eyes narrowed, clearly annoyed. Obviously Michael didn't want Damien upstairs around his father. He'd only been shouting at the man half an hour earlier.

There's no easy way for him to say as much, though, so he doesn't bother arguing the point.]