-Disease

The Case of the Suffocated Heiress

Of all the nexus joints in all the intergalactic universe, she had to walk into mine. Don't get me wrong. I needed my first customer, and she turned out to be one hot marmot in a clinging red dress. Of course, considering the size of marmots, any dress would be likely to cling, but this one clung in all the right places, enough to make my secretary, Francine, snort.

Add the fact that I needed my first case. My free remodeling months were up and Squirrely wanted the rent. What I owed was small enough, since my office was an unused potting shed in the east garden, but an unemployed gumshoe isn't worth enough for even that.

Anyway, there she sat, Bacina Marmota, exotic as they come, and rich to match.

"It's a ghastly mess, Nutsy," she began, settling herself into my only comfortable chair, which I had whisked away from Francine's desk, "you don't mind if I call you Nutsy, do you?"

"Not at all, Ms. Marmota," I replied pleasantly. "I'm about as Nusty as they come."

She smiled, her perfectly flat central teeth gleaming under her twitching nose. "Good, then I'll proceed to my family's dilemma. We have, how shall I put this delicately, a rather dead body on our hands, my cousin, Caudata. Perhaps you've heard of her?"

Who hadn't? You couldn't watch Squirrel Tube without seeing one of her infamous escapades. Caudata was one wild marmot, with her golden fur gleaming as she broke hearts of many species and engaged in extreme squirrel sports with a daredevil come-what-may attitude.

"Caudata is dead?" I stammered, taken aback at the news.

Bacina whipped out a small linen handkerchief and wiped her eyes sadly. "I'm afraid so, and not from natural causes. The coroner says she was drugged and then...she gave a small hiccup of sadness...strangled. This was in her room, which was locked from the inside, and so we didn't find her body until the next afternoon, when Tamias, our groundskeeper, noticed that an upper level window on the burrow was open and climbed up to close it. That was when he saw her body collapsed by the bed."

She sobbed twice. "Oh, Nutsy, it's just a nightmare for all of us. Please help us solve this, and quickly, before the press tears our family to shreds! We can't last more than three weeks at the most before this scandal blows up in all our snouts!"

My gallantry took over. "Fear not, Ms. Marmota! My skilled detectives and I, of course, will solve this for you in no time!"

To be continued....

(OOC - OMG I was just thinking about this today.. GET OUT OF MY MIND!)

settles in and waits for more to come...

smooch tickle stuff mouth with cake :D

Taking on another humungous challenge. I am in as well but would like to be on a team. Will see how I can find. How many make a team for this??

Of course an expert gumshoe such as yourself would know the way to this man's heart. devours cake without shame

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Things hadn&;t been going well for me. Ever since my dark drow impulses came back from my deeply seated place of inner serenity, I have struggled to keep hold of my anger. More than one occasion I felt my eyes glow and my power flow through me. It would thrum up my spine -- the power burned with intensity--as if it would devour me if it could. This above all was the worry I had. I knew what my kin were, I knew that I&;ve been there at times myself. I thought I had a handle on it, but at only 50, I was barely a teenager in drow standards.
I had gone to see the elves in the woodland realms, but they could not tell me what was happening. It felt like a lifetime ago when I left my friends at the Squirrel. But I had thought of them often--especially when I felt myself slip away. I didn&;t know if I could trust myself to be around people. Why couldn&;t I control this dark power of mine? Still, when Spike appeared above me one morning, how could I refuse help to my friends? I called Claire, my raven companion, to me and headed for the nearest portal---looks like I was heading back to the Squirrel.

I might need someone to help me crop my Ha when I make it... my paint program sucks

I'll take a look at this tomorrow evening. I'll be a part of 's team. I'll be out of town all day tomorrow. Good night

I'd advise at least one partner, Chookie, but you can do up to six. We had some folks wanting new teammates at the end of WS2, so I'm sure some folks will show up. We have new folks interested in a team as well.

Elementary, my dear Fresh. (BTW--he never said that--but then he never looked as good as Benedict Cumberbatch either. ;) )

Great set-up!

Travel safely, hun!

Ah my adventurers, I have missed you!!

((ooc)) Thanks -squishes- I was just thinking the other day that I missed having something like WS to keep me entertained xD Also I left Reaper there and it seems to have worked in my favor -shimmies around- Also I added an HA because I forgot to do that and forgot I was not dressed in any way that would match my fun little set-up haha, so feel free to see what Reaper looks like after a few months of sitting around twiddling her thumbs at the Squirrel.

: Yay! We're going to be awesome!

Count me in for this....have been looking forward to this since you mentioned it <3 I will be on a team (me and my team will let you know later who we are lol)

edit: Also..are we allowed to take our companions with us (my hawk ;) )

just pinging you two here to see if you want to join in

Will try to follow this as best as I can, am dealing with painful RL stuff.

Webby who had kinda made the squirrel her permananet home... but had wandered off to do some work for her job felt a slight tingling senesations that meant something was not right and made her way back to the Squirrel as soon as possible. In the midst she lost her job because she left everything for her friends.

i am in and with ya on this doll.

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<p>Die had kept busy, after all any alchemist worth his salt would be buried in his lab; experimentating, creating new things and perfecting the old. He tended to lose track of the days when he had a particularly good problem to solve. He held up the small crystal orb carefully, eying the fine bluish powder inside with a sense of triumph. Then he almost dropped it as a god awful screeching started outside his home/lab.</p>
<p>Setting his experiment down he rushed to the door and stepped out onto the low, wraparound porch only to hastily slam the door behind him. “MUST YOU SOUND LIKE TWO CATS MATING!” He bellowed then had to duck a small burst of flames aimed at his head. Very cute… but there it was. He would recognize Spike anywhere, who was currently flying like a drunken sailor, looping around his little hawk Hurroc who had been doing the screeching. If he didn’t know better he would think the bird was amused… no he probably was the traitor.</p>
<p>“Fine, I get the message. Go ahead without me-“ At least then he might travel in peace. Still, there was a sense of purpose and excitement which he ruthlessly pushed aside as he hurried to clean his mess, pack a bag which included more of his ‘product’, hair and skin supplies than clothes then locked up and headed out. He wasn’t stupid, taking time to go to the nearest stable and rent a horse.</p>
<p>He mounted, shifted his new staff, which he admired greatly, then nudged his mount into a canter. His hair would be a mess when he arrived but that could be sorted out later. No, he was going to see his- friends back at the Wayward Squirrel. Could they be called that? Yes, he supposed they could.</p>
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Die is coming! o.o

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Frieda was pouring over the shipping manifests for the next trip to Atebus to take supplies to her clinic in Zaira. She looked up from her desk and gazed out the office window and saw a ground taxi pull into the warehouse compound. She thought it strange because she was totally unaware that there was any such thing as a taxi on Omen. She also found it strange that she would have a visitor before she was informed about it first from Bubbles down at the Rathskeller's Inn in Port Plunder. Frieda had quite a network of informants who kept her well abreast of the comings and goings of those who inquired about her or her mate Weldon. Old were the habits of a reformed pirate. Now that she was a Master Healer who had clinics all over Subeta and Atebus and who came into regular contact with civil and business leaders on both worlds on behalf of her medical work, she had even more incentive to keep vigilant.

Her concern was quickly diminished when the taxi's passenger disembarked. Frieda let out a squeal of delight, leaped from her desk chair and ran out of her office to great her guest.

She threw her paws around the young weasel-girl and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Wilhelmena VonWachter! What ever in the wide world are you doing here?"

Wilhelmena smiled curtly, returned Frieda's embrace briefly, but was all business. "Lady Frieda, I'm here on official..." She paused, withdrew several gold doubloons from her belt pouch and paid the taxi driver, who looked astonished, but made the 'mum's the word' sign when Wilhelmena scowled at him.

As soon as the taxi had driven off, Wilhelmena continued. "Let's me just say that I was contacted by your little cousins, Donner and Kitcher. It appears that some of the group they were employed with last spring is onto another caper and asked for them to join up in solving a mystery. Kitcher is yet again pregnant and Donner is either in prison or on a secret mission for the Subetan Central Government. I suspect the former. Poor Kitcher cannot leave her den right now and she has asked me to send you on this new mission in her place. Of course if you go, that means that a member of the Watcher Corps must accompany you. And naturally, that means me." She handed Frieda a note. "It seems that we are to report to somebody named Nutsy at Squirrly's Off-time Saloon in the Galactic Nexus. Are you up for it?"

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: and I are in.