Moogle Murder Mystery II - Game Thread

[sly]

Sam can't figure out how the moogle doll got here. The last he saw it was in the museum, along with several other items and people throughout Whitnut. As he told the bird, it could be an invaluable resource.

Why hasn't Al told me what I'm supposed to be doing yet?

Woody: Who's Al?

Woody leaves the cave not wanting to stir the sleeping pirates, but once outside uses the megaphone to order the mogdoll to smash all the crates and barrels to see whats inside. He then makes his way over to Phidias Morrowsee to ask him more about the sand giving glimpses of the future, and who if anyone, guides the visions.

 

[Paddy McGee]

Gerry hands the lassie the ice cream. "AYE AYE CHEERRRRS FER DAT LUV"

Having now clarified that the dead body is, infact, furaway and that there is potentially a crazy clergyman about, Gerry heads and enters the travellers information building just north of him, hoping to inquire about any near by churches.

 

[Ilyena]

Tobias and Fake Zazu head over to question the sand sculptor and ask him what he knows, considering his uncanny ability to predict future dead bodies.

*i will make an in character post later. I’m currently vacationing in an area with a dreadful WiFi connection. But I didn’t want to miss out on the round.*

 

[Linnaete]

The thundering sound of cultists above is followed by the pounding noise of talons hurriedly pressing against wood. Count Cluckbeak can only watch in stupefied silence as a giant green bird-like creature rockets down a flight of stairs with the look of sheer terror on its face before it crashes straight out through the door. The palpable sounds of the cultists following the same trail down the stairs echo throughout the hollow tree and as far as Cluckbeak can surmise, this is his cue to make his own daring exit before this band of lunatics hangs him from a gibbet.

Barely even noticing the menacing presence of the scarred Moogle he had previously shoved past on the way to this very tree, Cluckbeak elects to take a leaf out of Raptorbo's book and Houdini his way out of this particular death trap. Without even daring to risk those extra few seconds to open the door and step out, Cluckbeak elects instead to simply ram his way through like he's a medieval siege weapon, leaving behind in his wake a gaping hole in the tree bearing his distinctive physical shape, as well as a series of painful splinters lodged into his glorious feather plumes. Oh the agony.

The adrenaline is governing Cluckbeak's functions right now. I'm afraid the Bane of Fowl Play is in little mood to indulge in his usual, uppity, snobbish behaviour, not when he has practically escaped from the enemy's den by the skin of his nonexistent teeth. So long as he maintains some good distance between himself and the tree behind him, his beak will be safe. Maybe later when he plucks up the courage, he can return with a flamethrower and proceed to reduce that damned sanctuary for lunatics into cinders and ashes...

As he races away from the tree to return to the relative safety of the seafront, he practically runs straight into a mysterious Moogle just south of the tree. The nerve of these lower class urchins! How dare they stand stationery in the path of their betters and do nothing to avoid being an unnecessary obstruction?! This antisocial behaviour would never be acceptable elsewhere and it is high time that he, Count Cluckbeak, teach this bizarre commoner some basic courtesy.

"How dare you obstruct my path, you pleb?!" splutters Cluckbeak, pausing only when his brain finally registers the searing pain caused by the many splinters lodged in him, "Do you know who I am? I am Count Cluckbeak, Bane of Fowl Play and I was just accosted by bloodthirsty lunatics over yonder in that tree. To get in my way is disrespect of the grandest order and God help me, I will ensure your social standing is eternally disgraced if you ever muster the nerve to obstruct me ever again!

"Say, what on earth is all this you have with you? You look suspicious from a mile away, sir. What are you up to?"

 

[Dionysos]

Round 10:

Maps:
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Main Beach:

The Tidus' Head:

Tourist Information Centre:

'Nippynut's Nudist Beach':

Upper Town:

Great White Kuponut Tree:

Great White Kuponut Tree First Floor (Second Floor for Americans):

Police Station (discovered by Raptorbo):

Fossil Beach:

The Cave:

Particulars:

Raptorbo carefully runs down the stairs, keeping close to the central core of the trunk so as to avoid falling. The NUTS radicals continue to pelt him with their nuts and chase him down the stairs.

Bruised and battered, Raptorbo escapes the Great White Kuponut Tree and makes his way to the police station.

Raptorbo has discovered a new area: Police Station.

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OG Angry Bird leaves the cave and then utilises the golden megaphone to awaken Cait Sith's Moogle Doll...

The moogle doll is ordered to smash all of the crates and barrels in the cave....

This incessant smashing reduces all crates and barrels into wooden strips and planks. The precious rum which has been spilled everywhere begins to be soaked up by the thirsty sand, and the floor of the cave is spattered with the odd coin here and there. Among various trinkets and pirate booty, a sword with a bloodstain at its tip stands out as unique.

The moogle doll inevitably created a lot of noise during his timber tearing rampage. As a result, the sleeping pirates wake up and wonder why the rum is gone.

Meanwhile, OG Angry Bird questions Phidias Morrowsee about his visions in the sand.

Phidias replies as follows:

The sand flows beneath, kupo.... Feel it. Look through it. Sand is formed from ancient rocks worn by time, kupo....
You need the blessing of the King of Sands to interpret as I do, kupo....

I see dancing grains forming shapes. I hear movement in the sand. It warns. It cries! I build, kupo!

Camera activities:
OG Angry Bird snapped this photograph during this turn:

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Gerry Adams asks at the Tourist Information Centre about local churches...

Mogsteven has the following to say:

Welcome to Whitnut-on-Sea, kupo! Nearby churches? Well you're in luck, kupo! Just north of here we have the 500 and something year old St. Mogin's Church. Its namesake, St. Mogin, is Whitnut's local saint and culture hero, of course! He saved Whitnut-on-Sea from an infestation of oglops by chasing them into the sea, kupo! By some accounts, he even invented the surfboard as he chased the little critters into the sea on a crude, wooden plank! Whitnut has been oglop-free (and surfers aplenty) ever since! His exploits are depicted on beautiful stained glass windows on St. Mogin's Church, kupo!
Is that church of any interest to you, sir?

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Tobias and Fake Zazu question Phidias Morrowsee, asking if he knows anything considering his abilities to predict the future.

Phidias replies as follows:

The sand... Speaks to me when it wants to speak, kupo.... It cannot be coerced. If you show it love, it might comply, kupo....
A confederacy tried to harm the sand and alter their fate. The sand split them apart.
I connect the grains... But I do not connect the dots... I see. I hear. I feel. I sculpt. Kupo....

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Count Cluckbeak bursts through the door of the Great White Kuponut tree, evading the NUTS radicals. Now covered in splinters, Cluckbeak furiously chastises a moogle in an oglop suit for daring to get in the way of Cluckbeak's escape to the seafront. Cluckbeak enquires about the suspicious object which the moogle is carrying...

Pomfri Kisbug replies as follows:

Lunatics indeed, KUPO!!! Although a Whitnut where NUTS are in power would mean that oglops are allowed to thrive again, at least! I'm actually sneaking out to reintroduce some oglops into the wild, kupo! They've been banned here since St. Mogin's expulsion of the oglops... *tick* But society has moved on now! Whitnut needs to abandon St. Mogin. St. Mogin is a symbol of hate! *tick* Oglops are symbols of love, kupo! Soon they shall no longer be a critically endangered species, kupo! HEAAHAAHA!

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You may all now post your next moves!

@Soulcorruptor @Linnaete @Ilyena @Paddy McGee @sly @Sprout

 

[Linnaete]

"O-Oglops?!" splutters Cluckbeak incredulously, "they are pests! They are vermin! Aberrations created by the Lord Almighty Himself! Their lives are fit only to ruin crops, gnaw through wood and irritate Mooglekind at every opportunity. Why on earth would you voluntarily elect to hold these glorified cockroaches in such high regard, let alone concoct a scheme as rancid and undignified as yours to release more of these creatures into the wild? This town is abhorrent and filled to the brim with scum and villainy as it is without you reintroducing squalid pests to run free. That said, be my guest. I will not pretend to care and nor will I feign genuine concern at the prospect of Oglops completely decimating what minuscule value remains of this godsforsaken hellhole. But if you so much as propose such a mad, terrorist plan to overrun the capital with Oglops, I will personally ensure that your neck is the one hanging from the gallows!"

As much as Cluckbeak would love to continue prattling on about the supposed pest-like qualities of Oglops and what happens when one crawls up a toilet bowl while a Moogle is happily answering the call of nature at that very moment, he cannot help but notice in his peripheral vision the encroaching cultists. He may have dealt a critical, sacrilegious blow to NUTS by literally bursting through their sacred tree door. It also just comes to Cluckbeak's attention that he's covered with splinters, and the agony does not seem tor register in his bird brain until now. Ouch, it certainly hurts. But it will hurt considerably more if the angry, bloodthirsty cultists catch a load of him. As painful as the splinters are, Cluckbeak will have to sprint to safety and forget about ever returning to this part of town.

Cluckbeak hurriedly darts off southwards and upon returning to the main beach, he scrambles to search for the nearest sanctuary to hide in and away from the grasp of the lunatic cultists. It just so happens that The Tidus Head pub is conveniently within reach. Not pausing even to consider slowly pulling out at least one splinter, Cluckbeak barrels past the statue of St. Mogin and into the tavern.

Paying no heed to the bartender and the only one conscious patron (whom he had spoken to earlier) quizzically surveying him, Cluckbeak tumbles ahead and straight into the wall in front of him, just near the arcade machine. The physical exertion of running mixed with the pain of the splinters certainly mix to form one brutal mistress. As he attempts to recover his breath and contain the agony, he notices one particular picture adorned on the wall. The one with two Adamantoises. One looks like a captain and the other is a woman...presumably his partner? Or even...wife?

Suddenly an light bulb flashes in Cluckbeak's head. This captain must have been Andre, who has been deceased for roughly two years. Exactly how he died is a mystery, but his wife allegedly taking command of a confederacy of pirates in the town is a convenient gig for her. Is there any connection between these pirates and the murders that have transpired in this town? Cluckbeak certainly cannot think of a motivation for why the pirates would murder two victims today, but it may still be worth chasing up on this widowed wife (Annie?), especially given one...puzzling photograph that was taken by OG Angry Bird's character. Plus, he's definitely seen this female Adamantoise somewhere before...

Eureka.

Having now completely forgotten about the pain, Cluckbeak marches out of the pub and straight back on to the beach. Fortunately for him, no cultists armed with nuts and pitchforks are waiting and ready for him. He marches down to where presumably this Annie and a female Cactuar are playing volleyball...right next to the two corpses. Seriously, who does that?

"Are you Annie, the widowed wife of the late Captain Andre of the Crossbone Confederacy of pirates?" says Cluckbeak, eager to interrupt a volleyball game full of indecent, heavy grunting.

"I am Count Cluckbeak, the Bane of Fowl Play, and one of the detectives investigating the death of...well, it's two deaths now. I am very astonished that you would continue to casually indulge in your beach time activity next to these two corpses, one of which is considerably mutilated. Any ordinary individual I've ever come across before would surely be alarmed, frightened and confused if such a thing were to occur mere feet away from them.

"I digress. I have questions for you, madam. I personally do not suspect you of murdering Mr Furaway McHank or this new, poor victim. But I do suspect you of being a veritable source of answers to many questions I have. The main one pertains to this partial tattoo I found on Mr McHank's self and how it matches what I can only describe as the PHANTOM APPARITION OF A SEA MONSTER CAPTURED ON CAMERA SWIMMING IN THE SEA JUST YARDS AWAY FROM THE BEACH.

"SURELY YOU AS A PIRATE LEADER MUST BE SOMEWHAT FAMILIAR WITH THIS PHANTOM SEA CREATURE, MADAM. PLEASE TELL ME IT IS JUST A PRANK, BECAUSE I, COUNT CLARENCE CLUCKBEAK, WOULD NEVER ENTERTAIN THE NOTION OF THE PARANORMAL."

 

[sly]

Woody orders the moogle doll to obtain the sword and examine it.

Woody then strikes up a conversation with father Pompous in his most deferential manner.

"Father! Looks as if things are starting to finally change around here. I'm no moogle, but like you I am of the wood and I long to live amongst the trees again." slyly explained Woody before being interrupted by Sam.

Sam: You might want to explain the giant corpse you're holding.

Woody continued on, "Say would you bless my friend with holy dew? Killed while tearing down gas stations to plant trees, if you can believe it. A true patriot, if you know what I mean.. Off to bury him where he can help more trees."

Sam: Smooth....

Sam is bored out of his mind and feels redundant. It isn't helping that he has an itch he cant scratch. He's mostly focusing on how that's even possible. Woody then points over at the statue of St. Mogin.

"Father what do you think of him, he who drove the oglops away? There's some amongst us, that I wish I could drive away sometimes, but I guess trying to convince them to change is our only option, isn't it Father?"

 

[Paddy McGee]

"AYE YE BLEEDIN DOPE I'M SOLVIN DE BLEEDIN RED HOT MURDER ON DE BEACH. THX HUN"

Gerry nodded towards his friends, then set sail for the church. He made his way back onto the main road, and then north into the next area; looking to enter the church.

(I _think_ Gerry will see Cluckbeak or whatever his name is on his way up. If so, Gerry decides to throw him the middle finger and call him a "BLEEDIN LOYALIST DAFT CUNT" before continuing on towards the church).

 

[greenyxi]

Susan Boyle doesn't have an excellent sense of direction but sometimes she can make it out of a building. This is one of those times.

Our Susan finds a police station that would be perfect for a chuckle. Susan Boyle spews on the top of the police station steps and falls back down them.

Things are going swimmingly.

 

[Ilyena]

Sand. Pirates. Confederacies. Loch Ness monsters. Is there anything this tiny town doesn't have? Tobias thinks. Tobias thanks the strange sculptor though his clues weren't terribly helpful. There seemed to be a commotion coming from the direction of the Great White Kuponut Tree. That might be a promising lead. Those Nuts were definitely up to something.

Fake Zazu lands on his shoulder.

Tobias sighs. "I've asked you not to do that. You're not a parrot and I'm not a pirate."

"You get to rest your rump on a unicycle. Should I just flap my wings all the time? It does get tiring."

"I have to pedal, you know. I'm not just resting!"

Fake Zazu ignores him and stays on his shoulder. "Speaking of pirates, there's a gentleman over there with a wooden leg. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Tobias follows Fake Zazu's gaze and spies the man on the sidewalk. Sure enough, he has a very think wooden leg. It looks very uncomfortable and like it would make walking difficult. "I'm not sure I'd like a wooden leg," Tobias replies. "I mean, it certainly wouldn't work as well as a unicycle to get around."

"...Right. But what I'm getting at is that wooden leg could indicate an affiliation with pirates or an encounter with a creature with jaws powerful enough to rip off half of a moogle's side."

Of course. Why didn't I think of that? When I tell the story to the boys back in Jurassia, I'll change the details a bit. Tobias cycles over to the man with the peg leg. "That's a very nice wooden leg you've got there. I'll bet there's an interesting story behind it. By the way, have you seen anything strange or do you know anything about the two dead bodies on the beach?"

 

[Soulcorruptor]

Finding his hunger growing and seeing as this police attendant in the station would most likely be useless, Raptorbo sees a familiar fried chicken thing reminding him of his cousin which he is cloned from snowball fight and goes into the KFC.

 

[Dionysos]

I'll try and keep on top of this more from now.

We're doing well though!



Round 11:

Maps:
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Main Beach:

The Tidus' Head:

'Nippynut's Nudist Beach':

Upper Town:

Great White Kuponut Tree:

KFC (discovered by Raptorbo):

St. Mogin's Church (discovered by Gerry Adams):

Fossil Beach:

The cave:

Particulars:

Count Cluckbeak recognises Andre and Annie in one of the photographs in The Tidus' Head pub.

He then interrupts Annie's volleyball game on the beach to suggest that she is Andre's widow, to accuse her of being a pirate, and to ask her about the phantom sea monster.

Annie the Adamantoise has the following to say:

A pirate leader? Moi? Arrrr! SHHHH!! That's quite an accusation from someone who looks like they've jus' been keelhauled!

Annie is not very happy with this accusation and kicks Cluckbeak in the private oysters.

She resumes:

Aye, I am the widow of the late Cap'n Andre! Sweet Andre and I met when I was jus' a wench at the tavern now called The Tidus' Head! I was swiftly raised by dolphins, and Andre loved me like a seal loves a rock! Me salty tears nearly raised the sea levels when Andre was brutally murdered, but I used me anger to rally his crew behind me! Nay! Not just our crew, but the whole confederacy... Of peaceful maritime captains and sailors, that is! Arrr! What be ye thinkin' I was talkin' about?

Don't ye worry about me, landlubber. We sea-folk see plenty of death. To see one of-. To see someone washed ashore with a gaping wound what looks like a leviathan has taken a chomp out of it is not unusual to those accustomed to the blood-thirsty brutality of this 'ere River Ocean. Arrr!

Speaking of sea monsters... Ye say Syldra has been caught on camera? HA! I thought Cap'n Scherwiz musta been smoking from a hippocampus' hoof when she said she's still with us... Arrrr! McHank claimed to have a special arrangement wit' the beast too. This be no prank! Shiver me timbers! You best start believin' in ghost stories, chicken. You're in one!

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OG Angry Bird orders his moogle doll to pick up the bloody sword and examine it.

The hilt is engraved with a symbol and the word 'Chipper'.

The cave pirates realise that neither of them are controlling the moogle doll. Alarmed, the pirate in blue clothing cries out:

OI!!! WHO SENT YE? WHAT BE YE DOIN'? ARRR! YE HAVE THREE SECONDS TO EXPLAIN YERSELF OR I'LL RIP YER FLUFF OUT TO BECOME ME BED!

Meanwhile, OG Angry Bird politely requests of Father Pompous to bless the corpse of Aerith / Sam with holy dew, and asks the Father what he thinks of St. Mogin.

Father Pompous splashes Sam/Aerith with holy dew and says the following:

Bless you, child of the Nut.... May your peaceful spirit rest among the Blessed Boughs, kupoooo....
Indeed, kind bird... St. Mogin is the saviour of Whitnut-on-Sea. If our adored saint had not killed the oglops (and chased the remainder of these spawn of sin into the sea), then mooglekind would have struggled to maintain any sort of settlement herrrrre... Kupo... When he ripped up that plank and bravely rode the waves, he invented surfing. Ever since, surfing was to be a holy act: a sacred ritual to allow one to transcend our earthly trappings and attain a closer proximity to the Big Nuttttt.... The irreligious, blaspheming, surfers of today have forgotten St. Mogin's message, kupooo.... St. Mogin's fate is worse than being forgotten - many sinners have taken it upon themselves to claim that any reference to St. Mogin should be removed from Whitnutttt... They want his statue torn down, kupo! They already changed the name of the St. Mogin's Board pubbb.... And why? Because he might hurt the feelings of little oglops? BLASPHEMY! IDIOCY!

Camera activities:
OG Angry Bird snapped this photograph during this turn:

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Gerry Adams kindly swears at Count Cluckbeak on his way to St. Mogin's Church.

Gerry Adams has discovered a new area: St. Mogin's Church.

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Susan Boyle stumbles out of The Tidus' Head, pukes outside of the Police Station, and then falls over outside.

Fantastic detective work!

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Tobias and Fake Zazu compliments the wooden leg of Kuporge Pomard Jr., and asks whether he has seen anything strange, or if he knows anything about the dead bodies.

Kuporge responds as follows:

Aye! A long while ago me favourite leg were cruelly torn from me in the jaws of a beast! KUPO! I went a-whalin', but apparently I broke the code an' harpoon'd a forbidden target. Me leg got swallowed n' later crapped out somewhere. KUPO! This here timber be a permanent reminder....
Those dead lads? I ain't too familiar wit' th' big guy.... KUPO! Furaway, though? Aye, I knew that lad. I know he weren't so good at surfin' as he claimed... A guardian angel guided his movements - or a foul demon! KUPO!

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Raptorbo discovers a new area: KFC.

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@Soulcorruptor @Linnaete @Ilyena @Paddy McGee @sly @Sprout

 

[Soulcorruptor]

While ordering a bucket of the fried chickenosaurus, Raptorbo also asks the cashier about anything strange happening in the town, any intel on the nut gang, and if she might know anything about the murder, and more details behind this suffering competition.

 

[Paddy McGee]

Gerry strolls up towards the altar, catching the eye of the current believers in the church. Looking at the two standing, Gerry inquires:

"AYE LADS, WATS DE STORY? WAT DO YE DOPES NO ABOUT DE PRIEST HERE? TELL ME ABOUT ANY WEIRD THINGS HE'S DONE"

Gerry sounded quite... serious with his question now. He was on the hunt, and was reversing from Scumbag Gerry to TOTALLY-NOT-IN-THE-PROVOS Gerry

 

[Linnaete]

"OUCH!"

This ruffian-! This vile, vicious, savage, untamed rogue!

Cluckbeak collapses on the sand and laboriously wheezes as his crown jewels flare in sheer agony after that mighty kick to the groin. The prickly pain of the splinters embedded into his flesh he had forgotten about also returns to say hi and the detective now finds himself rolling along the sand gasping in pain yet still putting on a far more convincing show than Neymar. He will not forget this humiliation any time soon. This insolence will remain etched in his mind for decades to come. All semblance of personal authority and self-proclaimed declarations of greatness now shattered. He could simply lay there and accept this loss of face and immense dent to his ego and sense of worth, or he could do it the proper upper-class way and demand retribution on this low-life commoner...

...right after he runs away first to recollect his thoughts and calm down, preferably somewhere safe, secure and secluded.

Tumbling westward back to Fossil Beach once again, Cluckbeak trains his sight for the second time on the magnificent fossil display on the cliffside. Previously he had neglected to actually discern what the fossil(s) are actually of, but he can currently see it appears to depict some enormous ancient winged creature catching a raptor-like creature by the jaws. Whatever killed these ancient pre-Mooglekind saurians must have happened instantly, as the winged creature had barely tucked into its lunch.

Suddenly he conjures up a promising new idea on the spot. Currently the biggest mystery concerns the phantom sea monster - this 'Syldra' as referred to by the vile she-pirate over yonder - that as far as he can gather, had some form of bond with Furaway McHank, at least until he died mysteriously and re-emerged on shore with the type of physical injuries you'd expect from a shark...or a sea monster of some description. But is Cluckbeak supposed to buy the fanciful notion that this same phantom sea monster did this to him? How do we know the sea around this decrepit hellhole isn't populated with similar carnivorous sea monsters?! But that doesn't explain the other deceased Moogle whose neck was snapped.

There has to be someone or some place in this town with a thorough knowledge of what lives in the waters around this town, both real and imaginary. Cluckbeak just so happens to see a building with a sign adored above its entrance. It's The Fossil Club. Maybe he can find some answers within, providing it's open and whoever manning the place hasn't departed for lunch never to return until after closing hours...

 

[Ilyena]

Not as good at surfing as he claimed? A demon helping him out? Pictures of a phantom sea creature? All of this combined with that note promising information on how he was cheating. "I'm getting the feeling that this Furaway McHank maybe ran afoul of the pirates," he told Fake Zazu.

"Or ran afoul of the beast that was helping him cheat," Fake Zazu replied.

"That's a possibility too. How do you suppose he would control such a creature? Or come to an arrangement with one? How would a creature like that benefit from helping a surfer cheat?"

Fake Zazu landed on Tobias' shoulder. The tyrannosaur decided not to argue for now.

"What do they get for winning this contest?" Fake Zazu asked. "Money? Recognition?"

"The title of oglop slayer? St. Mogin reborn?"

Fake Zazu scanned the beach. "Besides that Pomeidon, I haven't seen any other surfers around. Maybe if we could talk to some of them, we could get some information. I wonder if any of them knew Furaway was cheating."

Good point. Where are the other surfers? "That lifeguard might know." Tobias cycles over to the lifeguard near the tourist information center. "Besides Pomeidon, I haven't seen any other surfers around," he says to him. "Where do they usually hang out? Have you heard any of them grumbling about Furaway McHank?"

 

[sly]

Trying to make this quick.


Woody uses the megaphone to convey to the pirates that there's no reason to be alarmed and that "the boss" wants them to row the doll ashore to carry... pirate stuff. He was very convincing.

Then he saunters over to talk to the old codger that kinda looks like Pomcroft out on parole. He asks him what he thinks is going on out here with the pranks and deaths, and who he thinks could be the murderer.


SRY, I'm exhausted and am seriously busy lately. Don't want to hold up the game.

 

[Dionysos]

I'm going on holiday at the end of the month, so we might need to wrap this up before then (plus a number of people really want to wrap up Birthweek - rightly). Due to this I recommend you be tactical with your moves from now.


Round 12:

Maps:
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Main Beach:

'Nippynut's Nudist Beach':

Upper Town:

KFC:

St. Mogin's Church:

Fossil Beach:

The cave:

Fossil Club (discovered by Cluckbeak):

Particulars:

Raptorbo orders a bucket of fried chickenosaurus and asks the KFC cashier what she knows.

The KFC employee, Moogs Phingerlikingud, replies as follows:

A fine choice! Hmmm-hmm, kupo! That'll be 250 Gil, kupo!

Obtained item: bucket of fried chickenosaurus (consumable on request)

What do I know about Whitnut? I don't get to see much of the beach due to being stuck behind this counter, kupo! I hear the surfing competition is great fun to watch. Pomeidon tells me he's "going to have to eat every cluckin' chicken in this room" if he loses again. I'd love to wash this chicken off my hands and see it for myself, kupo!
The NUTS fanatics? Oh, Great Nut above! Those guys are a real nuisance to the whole town. I saw them take over the Great White Kuponut Tree landmark, kupo.... Did you know they threw a kupo-nut through KFC's door once? Bonked me on the head it did! Kupo! I thought the sky was falling! They'd carved a message on the nut warning me that if I did not close the Whitnut branch of KFC, they'd do it for me, kupo! They said this place represents a human intrusion into moogle life, or something. As if I even have the authority to close this place... I only work here, kupo!

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Gerry Adams speaks to the hippo parents (Hippolady and Hippopappa) in St. Mogin's Church.

Hippolady replies as follows:

We are not local here, but we holiday in Whitnut from time to time as our boys love to see the surfers. When in town, we like to check in on St. Mogin's Church.

Hippopappa interrupts:

*Snorts* You mean YOU like to check in on St. Mogin's Church! We're hippos, for mud's sake! This isn't even our religion! Don't think I didn't catch you saying "kupo!" the other night! I heard it!

*sigh*

Well it is nice to see the boys happy. And they *are* happy here. For them I don't show them how much I want to flip over the surfers' boards in the sea and bare my enormous tusks!

You want info about Father Pompous? Yeah, I'll fling something your way. I could tell you about the fact that he has a secret child with a secret lover over in Pomerica, but that is only rumour and you don't need to know about that... I could also mention how I saw him leaving the Sultry Siren one time, but I've never been there in my life, honest! The really interesting thing about him? Well, I always thought there isn't anything *interesting* about his character... But I recently caught him in his trunks training for the surfing competition! HAHA! The thought of that self-righteous, judgmental clergyman half-naked on a board in the ocean is enough to actually stir up some enthusiasm within me for this year's surfing championships! HA!

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After writhing in agony on the sand, Cluckbeak heads for the fossil beach and takes a closer look at the exposed fossils sticking out of the cliffs.

Cluckbeak then discovers and enters a new area: Fossil Club.

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Tobias and Fake Zazu ask Pomid Hasselmog where the surfers are, and if they are known to grumble about Furaway McHank.

Hasselmog replies as follows:

Well.... Surfers come and go in this town, kupo! They ain't all locals. Sometimes I know people who pretend to be surfers jus' cause they wanna take a look at the Hoff, kupo! Surely you've met Fura at some point? She's a smokin', surfin' babe with a fiery attitude, kupo!
Where do they hang out, kupo? WOAH! Many of the surfers would only turn up at a rival's funeral to let loose the trouser snake and water the grave! It's a real good feeling! Most surfers are egotistical and take the sport waaaaaay too seriously! They ALL grumbled about Furaway McHank, kupo! The drama actually brings more crowds, so we don't mind it much... A brutal murder is too far though, kupo...
As individuals, though, the surfers would often take a leap from the top of the cliffs to prove they could take a hit, kupo... Then they'd practice the boardin' anywhere there's water (and anywhere without), kupo... Coming to think of it, McHank was the only one I never saw doing any of this...

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Angry Bird's moogle doll does his best pirate impersonation in order to convince the pirates that he is being controlled by their boss, and that they are to carry 'pirate things' to the shore.

The pirates look at each other and nod in shared relief.

The one dressed in red speaks as follows:

Arrr! Be that you, cap'n? Kupo! Or be ye some other cap'n of th' Confederacy? Arrrr! If it be ye, I regret t' inform ye that ye moogle doll malfunction'd and ruin'd all the rum, kupo! So the next best thing we pirates can bring ye would be th' gold n' silver oglop statue we took from that schooner which sailed from Kuposus! We're comin' fer ye, cap'n! I can't wait to leave this cave, kupo!

The quick thinking mog-pirates improvise some paddles from broken pieces of wood in the cave and transport the moogle doll to the Fossil Beach.

OG Angry Bird questions Old Pommy about the pranks and deaths happening at Whitnut-on-Sea.

Old Pommy uncomfortably lifts his head and says the following:

HUH?! WHA?! WHO GOES THERE, KUPOoo?! YA WANNA RIDE A CHOCOBOoo? HOP ON AND DO YOUR WORST, KUPOoo!
A PRANKkk? NO PRANKk. REAL CHOCOBOSss! YOU CAN RIDE THEMmm, KUPOoo!
OR ARE BOARDSsss MORE YOUR THINGgg, KUPO? POMEIDON IS THE MOST GIFTED SURFER I'VE EVER SEEN, KUPOoo... ASK HIMmm TO SHOW YOU HOW TO RIDE THE WAVESsss. DON'T TRUST THAT PIRATE ONE, KUPOooo...

Camera activities:
OG Angry Bird snapped this photograph during this turn:

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@Soulcorruptor @Linnaete @Ilyena @Paddy McGee @sly @Sprout

 

[sly]

Paying no bother to the fact that his friend seemed to be having a conversation with someone named Al, Woody uses the microphone to exclaim, "To the pub!"

On the other end, the moogle doll picks up the massive oglop and starts marching to the pub, hoping the pirates follow. Unable to find clues, Woody and Sam had earlier hatched a plan to cause a commotion and shake some leads loose. Seeing the doll, the statue, sword, and a band of pirates was sure to cause just that.

Meanwhile, Woody takes the opportunity to explore the empty pirate cave, beginning with examining the note with the knife as a tack.

 

[Soulcorruptor]

Raptorbo will go back to the second floor of the treehouse and see whats behind the door.