A
Murder Mystery in the Multi-verse
By: Heather, Reid, Kevin, Emma, and Patrick
{Tamsin is from
a show called Lost Girl that airs every Sunday at 11:30pm on Showcase. She is a
fae; like a supernatural being; able to instill doubt in anyone she chooses. Jack
the Ripper is an historical figure; alive in the 19th century; known
for killing multiple call girls. Sherlock Holmes is an historical fictional
character; written in the late 19th century; known for solving
mysterious crimes in London, England. Arthas is the prince of Lordaeron in
World of WarCraft. Arcade is a doctor in the video game Fall Out: New Vegas. Set in post-apocalyptic Earth in 2281}
Scene: Dining
room where each character wakes up sitting at the table, groaning.
Assembled
Cast: grumbling and groaning
Tamsin: Where
are we?
[Arcade ignores
everyone to search for gun]
Sherlock: A
feast of unknown origins
Arthas: Let’s
eat
Sherlock: Could
be poison
Tamsin: Fine
with me, at least there’s booze
Sherlock:
Perhaps a round of introductions is in order?
Tamsin: Well I’m
Tamsin. You don’t need to know anything else.
Arcade: I’m
Arcade and I can’t find my bloody gun.
Jack: The
cupcakes are mine!
Tamsin: You can
have them, just as long as I get the booze.
Sherlock: Let us
first look to our situation
Tamsin: And what
is that situation Sherlock?
Sherlock: My
apologies, do I know you from somewhere?
Tamsin: Never
mind where I know you from, I know who you are, and that’s that.
Arcade: To be
fair you’re a bit of an icon.
Sherlock: We are
neglecting the other guests to this strange tableau.
Arthas: I am
Arthas
Tamsin: Arthas?
Different name
Jack: And I’m
Jack
Tamsin: Oh, like
Jack the Ripper
Sherlock: He’s probably not. Are you?
Jack: Uh….
Arcade: He
couldn’t be, there’s no way someone that long dead could be here…Well…
[Tamsin and
Arcade glare at Sherlock, and Tamsin notices the liquor across the table and
grabs the bottle, putting it to her lips]
Tamsin: It could
be possible, considering Sherlock is here
Sherlock: What
are you talking about? I’m alive aren’t I?
Arcade: There’s
no way though. It’s 2255 there’s no way these people who are hundreds of years
old COULD be here, this isn’t even Europe.
Arthas: Europe?
Where the hell is that, this is Azeroth
Tamsin: What are
you two talking about? This is America
Arcade:
Obviously, where else could we possibly be? I doubt someone would go through
all the trouble to kidnap 5 people and bring them THAT far from the Mojave
wasteland.
Sherlock:
Obviously this is just a dream brought on by excessive drugs.
Arcade: Well if
you know this is a dream, which I’m pretty sure it’s not considering we all
seem pretty real, why would we even bother talking to each other? Why hasn’t
the dreamer drifted into a different dream by now?
Tamsin: Arcade
makes a good point. And I don’t take drugs, only beer and cheap wine
Sherlock: If
this isn’t a dream then it’s quite the conundrum
Arcade: Well, I
haven’t had decent food in a long time, especially not cupcakes, while we’re
here we might as well eat.
Jack: Well then,
let’s eat.
[The five begin
eating, before Sherlock notices a note in the middle of the table.]
Sherlock:
There’s a note in the middle of the table.
[Arthas grabs
the note before anyone else can reach it.]
Arthas: *Ahem*
It says “You’ve all been pulled here to play a little game, under your plates
you’ll notice a card.”
[He pauses as
everyone reaches under their plates for a card]
Arthas: “Four of you have a card with a sheep, while one of you has a wolf. If you reveal your card to anyone, you will be killed. If any of you want to return home to your respective universes, you will have to find the wolf and kill them. If you are the wolf, you must kill all the sheep before you can return home, let the game begin.”
Tamsin: Well
that’s a little dark. Even for me
Arcade: Well,
let’s just talk for a while considering I doubt anyone’s just going to start
killing each other in view of everyone else.
Tamsin: I guess
a little light conversation never hurt anyone before
Arcade: Well,
the note mentioned we’re all from different universes, which explains the
confusion. Why don’t we talk about what our own universe is like?
Sherlock: Yes,
young lady, where are you from?
Tamsin: I’m what
you call a fae. There are two sides in my universe, the light and dark. I
belong to the dark; quite fitting if you knew me a little better.
Arcade: Is that
really the kind of thing you want to say after we’re told one of us has to kill
the rest?
Tamsin: Why not.
Plus, I doubt you’re so clean either
[Tamsin stands
and walks to a table in the corner to get another liquor bottle, tripping along
the way]
Arcade: Well,
maybe I’m not, but I’m not on any “Dark sides”, so I have that going for me.
Plus, I’m a doctor, while I don’t necessarily have a problem with shooting a bandit in the head or breaking a
rowdy ghouls arm. I’m a doctor; I try to dedicate my life to healing.
Tamsin: Well
then good for you for being so helpful.
Arcade: Well that’s me I guess, Sherlock, a few of us
know the tales, but would you mind telling us about your actual universe.
Sherlock: I’m
from London, England, 1895. I work as a consulting detective, the only one of
my kind.
Tamsin: I work
as a homicide detective in my world too. Bit of a boring job if I might say
Sherlock:
Homicides normally are. I specialize in the special cases.
Tamsin: As do I.
Although there is always a big splash of supernatural in my cases
Sherlock:
Supernatural really? There’s nothing of that sort in my universe.
Arcade: The
closest thing in my universe is ghouls, who are kind of zombie-like, but
they’re just mutants who were exposed to too much radiation. So, we’ve heard
enough about Sherlock, let’s move on to Arthas.
Arthas: I’m from
the old city of Lordaron; a city high up in the eastern kingdoms. There was
once a lot of people once, and then I killed them all.
Jack: That’s
terrible
Sherlock: I
concur
Tamsin: Me too,
I haven’t even killed that many; just stopped a few wars.
Sherlock: You
sound a lot like a wolf slaughtering lambs
Jack: Perhaps
you’re the wolf.
Tamsin: Wolf
sounding to me
Arthas: If I was
the wolf, you would all be dead right now
Tamsin: True,
but someone here is the wolf and we’re all still alive
[Lights blink
and flicker. Silence]
Tamsin: What’s
going on with the lights?
[Lights return
to normal and the characters look at the scene in front of them. Tamsin places
fingers on neck to check for pulse]
Sherlock: It
appears the wolf has struck
Arcade: Guess he
wasn’t the wolf
Tamsin: Great
job at pointing out the obvious. Someone else must be the wolf.
Jack: Look at
the knife stuck in his chest.
[Sherlock pulls
out a magnifying glass and inspects the wound]
Sherlock:
Interesting, very interesting.
Tamsin: The
knife is located on the left side of his chest. It’s as if the killer was
sitting to the left of him
Sherlock: Or
maybe they wanted us to think that
Tamsin: Maybe or
whoever killed him was sitting on his left side, like the evidence proves.
Jack: I was
sitting to his right. There’s no way it could have been me.
Tamsin: A little
quick to say your innocent, Jack.
Sherlock: What
about you Tamsin? You were on his left.
Tamsin: To right
I was, but you’re going to need more evidence than a simple butter knife.
[Tamsin stands
again and cautiously walks back to the liquor cabinet to get yet another bottle
of wine. Snickering along the way]
Jack: What about
you Arcade?
Arcade: I was
sitting across from him. How could I have moved all the way around the table
without making any noise or being seen?
Tamsin: You
could have reached across the table. It’s not too far of a stretch.
Sherlock: Quite
possible really
Jack: But
Sherlock could have also killed Arthas. Don’t forget he’s also sitting across
from him.
Sherlock: Please
as smart as I am; if I were the killer you wouldn’t even know they were dead.
Tamsin: However
that would work. The possible choices are myself, Arcade, Sherlock an-
Jack: Everyone
is still a suspect is what you’re implying
Sherlock: We
should move the body away
Tamsin: I agree
but where? In that closest maybe?
[Everyone looks
at a door in the far corner of the room. They all nod]
Jack: Looks like
a good place. Out of the way
Tamsin: I’ll
take his arms if someone will take his legs
Sherlock: I’ll
take a leg. Jack take the other and Arcade, you take the middle
[The four lift
Arthas’ body, open the closest door, and throw him in. Standing back Tamsin
closes his eyes and then the door]
Tamsin: Pour
guy. No one needs to die like that
Jack: They will
if we’re going to get home.
Arcade: Didn’t
that guy kill an entire city of innocent people?
Sherlock: He
doesn’t deserve our sympathy
Tamsin: I didn’t
know him, I didn’t like him. Let’s get back to drinking
[Everyone takes their seats back at the table;
glancing at the empty seat. Tamsin shrugs and reaches for the bottle. Pausing
only a few inches away she rethinks her choice and falls back into her chair]
Tamsin: You know
what; I’m going to find the kitchen. I don’t know about any of you but this
girl… [Tamsin points to herself] …needs her coffee right about now.
[Tamsin leaves
the room and heads towards a door at the far back of the dining room]
Arcade: I guess
we should all look around. See if there are any clues as to where we are.
Sherlock: I bet
this leads to the main lobby
[Sherlock
carefully opens the door at the opposite end of the kitchen. Arcade follows
behind; Jack catches up with Sherlock and Arcade in the grand foyer]
Jack: I guess we
are exploring then. I’ll go upstairs I guess
Arcade: Fair
enough. Sherlock, why don’t you check out the basement? I’ll check out the rest
of this floor
[Jack heads up
the stairs. Sherlock looks around until he finds the staircase heading down to
the basement. Arcade heads into the living room]
Tamsin: Hey!
Where’d they go?
[Tamsin, in
coming back into the dining room from the kitchen, notices that everyone seemed
to have disappeared]
Arcade: Nothing here!
All the windows seem to be blacked out!
[Arcade yells
from the living room]
Sherlock: The
same for me! As far as I can see, there’s nothing out of the ordinary!
[Sherlock
replies from the basement. Arcade and Sherlock meet back in the lobby]
Tamsin: There
you are! What are you doing out here?
Arcade: We
decided to look around; see if anything could lead to the location of this
place.
Tamsin: And did
you find anything?
Sherlock: No. Nothing.
Tamsin: Well
then answer me this. Where is Jack?
Arcade: He went
up to the second floor.
[Arcade,
Sherlock, and Tamsin look up to the top of the stairs. It was pitch black]
Tamsin: Jack!
Did you find anything?
[Silence]
Tamsin: We
should go check to see if he’s okay.
Sherlock: Very
well
[Sherlock heads
up the staircase with Tamsin and Arcade close behind]
Tamsin: Why does
it have to be so dark?
Arcade: They
probably thought it would help with the anticipation of it all
Tamsin: Yeah,
well it’s working.
[They get to the
top of the stairs and notice it splits two ways]
Arcade: We
should split up.
Sherlock: Me and
Arcade will go onward, you stay here where it’s safe
Tamsin: Fine,
yell if you need anything
[Tamsin slumps
onto the top stair as Arcade goes down the right corridor and Sherlock heads
down the left]
[Crash! Bang!
Boom! Arcade screams. Jack runs out from the right corridor]
Tamsin: What was
that?
Jack: He tried
to kill me! It was self defense
[Sherlock runs
back to Tamsin and Jack]
Sherlock: What’s
going on here?
Tamsin: I’m not
sure. Jack says it was in self defense. Should we go look? See if Arcade is
okay?
Jack: It was in self defense. I stick by that
statement
[Sherlock,
Tamsin, and Jack walk down the corridor and into another room.
Sherlock: You
killed Arcade didn’t you?
Jack: Of course
I did, he tried to kill me first.
Tamsin: Well
then where’s the body?
[Jack points
towards a couch in the middle of the room. They look behind it to see Arcades
body on the floor]
Tamsin: Oh,
there it is. What’s that sticking out of his che…
Sherlock: It’s
the same type of knife that killed Arthas and the same wound
Tamsin: You’re
right. Jack, care to explain yourself?
Jack: Like I
said before, I was just protecting myself. He just came at me
[Jack collapses
onto the couch dramatically. Tamsin and Sherlock look at each other and nod.
Sherlock manages to get behind and knock Jack out his walking stick]
Tamsin: Well
that’s fine but what do we do now? Tie him to a chair? [Hinted with sarcasm]
Sherlock: We can’t kill him in cold-blood.
Tamsin: I see no
problem with me doing it
[Tamsin removes
the knife from Arcades body and stabs it into Jack’s heart]
Tamsin: There,
all taken care of. Now let’s go home.
Sherlock: How do
we get home?
Tamsin: How
should I know? Maybe there’ll be another note in the dining room
[Sherlock and
Tamsin make their way down the staircase and back into the dining room. They
sit down across from each other and notice a bottle of Brandy and two glasses
sitting in the middle of the table. Tamsin downs her glass of Brandy.]
Tamsin: Isn’t this a treat?
[Tamsin pours another glass of brandy
and takes a sip. Sherlock shakes his head]
Sherlock: I’ve never seen a women drink
this much and still remain standing
Tamsin: It’s a gift I guess; the ability
to stay sober after multiple bottles
Sherlock: You remind me of an old
advisory. Where did you say you were from again?
Tamsin: It’s a long story. I’m a bit of
a wanderer. I would rather not get into it at the moment if you wouldn’t mind.
Sherlock: Fair enough.
Tamsin: What about you Sherlock? Where
are you from?
Sherlock: I’m from London but I was on a
bit of a hiatus in Peru. I more or less faked my death
Tamsin: Peru? I think I’ve been there; a
very beautiful place.
Sherlock: I was there for the Llamas
Tamsin: Llamas?
Sherlock: Yes, I’ve spent the last year being
a Llama farmer
Tamsin: Interesting choice for a career.
Why a Llama farmer?
Sherlock: I needed to get out of London
for a while. Anyway, where have you travelled?
Tamsin: I can’t really remember, but I
assume a variety of places; France, Russia, Germany. Before I was dragged here
I lived in America.
Sherlock: That explains the drinking
[Tamsin laughs as she pours herself and
Sherlock a glass. They both sit quietly, drinking the Brandy from their
glasses. Sherlock notices a note attached to the bottom of the bottle]
Sherlock: “Well done on the killing the
wolf. We all enjoyed watching the little show. Too bad for you it’s not over
yet.”
[Sherlock pauses to look at Tamsin]
Tamsin: Keep reading Sherlock
Sherlock: “You are free to go home but
you will never know the truth of what fully conspired here. If you feel up to
the challenge take the hallway on the right, or if you truly are a sheep take
the front door.”
[Tamsin raises her hands]
Tamsin: Hold on. I thought we did go
down the hallways?
Sherlock: Perhaps we didn’t go all of
the way
Tamsin: What should we do? Go down the
hallway or out the front door?
Sherlock: Well, I’m defiantly solving
this; the hallway for me. But you young lady should probably go home
Tamsin: And why would you say that
Sherlock?
Sherlock: I’m assuming you have a life
to get back to?
Tamsin: I could say the same thing about
you too, you know
Sherlock: Solving mysteries is my life
and this seems like an exciting one
Tamsin: Don’t forget that I’m a
detective too Sherlock. Solving mysteries is a part of the job
Sherlock: So I suppose we are both honor bound
then?
Tamsin: Yes, I suppose we are
[Tamsin and Sherlock stand and walk
through the door that leads to the lobby. They both look at each other before
making their way up the staircase; pausing at the top of the stairs]
Tamsin: You ready?
Sherlock: Yes
[Tamsin and Sherlock make their way down
the right hallway. Stepping over the body of Arcade and standing in front of a
large wooden door at the back of the room]
Sherlock: Are you sure you won’t
consider going home?
Tamsin: I’m not a chicken. I am
defiantly not backing down now.
Sherlock: On to the great beyond then
[Tamsin opens the door. Sherlock and
Tamsin walk through.]
The End
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