Mafia Game 1 Closed

Eri frowned. If they were starting to place votes she wasn't sure who she wanted to pick. She wasn't ready yet. Though she nodded to Aurelia when she answered her question. "I'm not sure what Amadea has with the case." She said looking at Henry. "Lots of roles could get close to the prince. Though it was a sudden death. I didn't hear about it until I finished the princess's dress and one of the messengers came in. She was quite upset about the news."  Eri said and looked down at her hand before waiting for others to speak out.

Tina waited silently taking in all the information. There weren't many clues, so the best she could do was make some assumptions. Answering Emma's question, she said, morosely, "I was the last to see the prince. We were arguing in the area, leading to those stairs. I was trying to give him his daily medication, but he refused to take it. He kept saying that he was too healthy to be taking vitamins, but I tried to explain to him that he needed the supplements. I eventually gave up and he walked away in frustration. If only i had stayed with him longer...perhaps he wouldn't have been dead."

Tina began to think about patterns and decided to address her suspicions. She hoped Sonya and Ellara wouldn't be mad that she was accusing them of murder. Turning the focus off of her, she said, "It's quite strange that the maid and stable girl were both playing cards at the servant quarters. Perhaps one of them committed the crime and the other knew about it."

"Where was the artist during the time of the murder? Also, are their any other witnesses that can confirm the cleaner was tidying the castle and the shoe polisher was polishing?" she adds, believing her questions would lead to some clues.

Sonya raised an eyebrow at Tina's suspicion of her. She heard lot of other information that could hep her though and she was getting closer and closer to finding a suspect. She herself thought Tina's coverup was a bit suspicious. "I've only ever seen the prince a couple times during my time at the palace, I do pretty much all my work in the lower areas. That's where the royalty doesn't go," she started, "I must say I find it a bit odd that you, the medic, were the last to see him and you two were arguing. You saw him every day, so you must've had at least some frustration with the prince." She hoped that Tina wouldn't be upset that she suspected her. After all, it was only a game.

Tina Addington wrote:"Where was the artist during the time of the murder? Also, are their any other witnesses that can confirm the cleaner was tidying the castle and the shoe polisher was polishing?"

Morgan broke a sweat at these words. They had made sure their answer was vague enough; maybe their nerves made it sound more accusation worthy? They hope it did not influence or impact any ideas about them. Morgan straightened up, their hands moving from their chin to their crossed knees, and began to choose their words very delicately.
Morgan then turned to the - whom they assumed was also their age, considering their short build and youthful aura - red haired girl, whom had started the motive of them being the feigner. "Trust me, I had passed by the shoe polisher as they were doing their job." They emphasised, hopefully sounding convincing enough, as well as not too stern.
Then they remembered: "I believe there were no shoe polishers around this place... maybe you're talking about the gardener?" They said in their out-of-place British-East Asian accent, catching the gardener fuss about a tad much in their seat again.
"Anyways, as I said, I did tidy the table up, put the dishes in the kitchen and went straight to the quarters. Also I did see the stable girl and the queen's maid together in there, true, but I hadn't got a clue at what they had been doing, sorry about that." They looked around if the people playing the stable girl and the maid had earned their trust, keeping a weird fusion of a slanted mouth and a grin in their head.
They turned down to their crossed legs again, re-adjusting their glasses so it would not fall - they had turned back in haste - and stayed silent for the next person to speak up.

Ooc: all of you have one more day to vote or change or vote before I start the phases again.

Aurelia Bezuidenhout wrote:Ooc: all of you have one more day to vote or change or vote before I start the phases again.

(Is this still going on?)

OOC: sorry guys, was very busy for the week.

“The doctor had been accused. 2 votes it is. I’m sure the queen will finally relax when she knows the danger is gone. Tonight, the doctor with be killed. Everybody to your chambers now.”

It wasn’t long before night came yet again. Aurelia instructed everyone to lower their heads. Once she was sure nobody was taking peeks, Aurelia woke up the mafia(s) then the good investigator. Then after that, told everybody to open their eyes.

“Today, the an unfortunate soul was found dead in the castle.” Aurelia said, pointing to a girl with bright red hair (Thea knot). “A murderer still lurks among us, don’t trust anybody.”

Someone had died. That was not good. There was still a murderer out there and they were coming out for people. "And the murderer or murderers strike again. We need to gather more evidence. Who was the last to see the girl who had just died?" Eri asked looking around trying to think. "I was in my quarters working on a new robe for the king." Eri said. Now she waited for other people to speak and state where they were around the time of the murder.

Aurelia Bezuidenhout wrote:“Today, the an unfortunate soul was found dead in the castle. A murderer still lurks among us, don’t trust anybody.”

Morgan widened their eyes in surprise. "She wasn't the mafiosa?" they wondered aloud. "Who could it be, then, if she wasn't the one we were looking for?" They started to wonder again, thinking of clues and words they had missed while figuring out what to say. Maybe one who was very near to the king had some clue? Should I have accused the ones who were also with me in the room that night? They hoped that an accusation could come soon; the tension was a getting little overwhelming by the minute.