Murder Mystery gone Teen Party: Part 1

<Buck_DM>: It is a chilly day in a small rural town in the american heartlands the s-men have braved a six day long snow storm that has been relentless, it's epicenter the quaint spot of civilization called Derington has recently been plagued by a series of gruesome murders, authorities believe a rogue mutant of some kind has began to rampage here
<Buck_DM>: The jet lands softly in a crop field the wind has died down today but a biting and cold fog hangs in the air
Skyler has his aura up to protect him from the cold. He doesn't even need to zip up his jacket. #noteventrying #socool #/fa/ #nonchalant
<Buck_DM>: There is a barn, and two police cars parked waiting for them
Clara is wearing her lightweight version of her power suit under her jacket and such, is mostly fine
Reverb sighs, buttoning up her shirt and wrapping her scarf around herself tight. Hates the cold.
<Skyler>: "You need a jacket?"
<Reverb>: "I'll pass."
<Skyler>: "Just checking. I think there were some in the back."
<Buck_DM>: Three police of stand in heavy winter clothes one of them waves you all over
Skyler goes over to the police
Clara gives a wave over to them, stepping off of the jet and begins heading over
Reverb walks over to the officers.
<Buck_DM>: Standing in the field the ground is a mix of mud and ice, all around you there is a odd vibe in the air that is uncomfortable like a deformity you cant spot but there is a bizarre ugliness to the immediate area, light and fluffy snowflakes are harsh and lumpy the police officers sip from thermoses and shift uneasily on their feet
Skyler shudders, clearly not at ease.
<Buck_DM>: "Detective Jacob Ramirez, I've been investigating these murders so far"
<Buck_DM>: The detective puts his hand out to shake his finger tips are blackened and his nails bluish the rest of his hand is bundled tightly a couple hand warmers sticking out of his fingerless gloves
Reverb never really feels at ease anyway. She keeps focused, listening intently.
<Clara>: "Good to meet you, officer" she shakes his hand with her armored hand. She is keeping her cool
Skyler zips up his jacket reluctantly
<Buck_DM>: "Normally we would just run down the monster doing this ourselves but the police are swamped with caring for those without power or heating, and the possibility of powers is where the s-men come in"
<Buck_DM>: "We don't expect you to do any detective work but we're too short handed to take on a mutant capable of any of this" he swishes his hand around motioning to the surround fog and frozen field
<Skyler>: "HiiiiIII don't really know protocol with these things, I'm a little green. But there's /definitely/ powers here."
<Reverb>: "Anything else we need to know?"
<Buck_DM>: "That's what we were afraid of, this storm is nothing normal"
<Buck_DM>: "Well from what we've gathered from scenes and a few sparse witnesses the perp is tall, built like a tank, and appears to wear armor, never called or demanded anything from us, MO appears to be physical brutalization and then to drop the victim from a rooftop"
<Buck_DM>: "This storms about to start cookin with gas again, theres a motel for you in town, once it subsides we can start the man hunt"
<Buck_DM>: "I won't ask you to look at the bodies but if you think it might help they're available to you"
<Buck_DM>: The detective rubs his hands together and motions to the car as it begins to sleet outside
<Reverb>: "Yo, science girl, think you can get anything from the bodies?"
<Clara>: "I'll see what I can get. Not very used to human specimens, but I figure I'll manage"
<Buck_DM>: The wind begins to howl wildly, almost like a groan the police stare out into the large treeline visible from all angles the town seems to be wrapped in small hills and thick woods
<Buck_DM>: "We should get inside"
<Reverb>: "I think we'll be fine."
<Buck_DM>: The thick trees slowly sway to one side and the officer opens the door to the car gesturing inside
Clara sighs
<Clara>: "Alright, we'll pack it in for now"
<Skyler>: "I think we've all got some special aid for the cold, officer. Thank you for your help."
<Skyler>: "Wait, I- okay, sure."
<Clara>: "Visibility will be at zero"
<Clara>: "If there's a murderer around in the middle of a blinding storm, we're sitting ducks"
<Skyler>: ".../Right/. That /would/ be a problem."
<Buck_DM>: "We expected you would want to either wait out the evening intensity or see the bodies before you started the hunt"
<Reverb>: "I don't need eyes. Got a sonar right in my head."
<Buck_DM>: "But if you think you'll be fine..."
<Buck_DM>: Detective Ramirez trails off a bit he tilts his head staring out at the treeline still
<Clara>: "I have a heat sensor on me, so provided they give off a heat signature I could see them coming at me. I don't know about Skyler
<Reverb>: "I could take the risk... but I'll pass. Get in."
<Skyler>: "I've got wings?"
<Clara>: "Flying in a storm is... unadvisable"
Clara heads inside
Skyler sighs, combing his hair back as hefollows Clara inside
Reverb enters the car after Skyler.
<Buck_DM>: After a short and silent car ride you all arrive at the motel the whole town is a scene of wrecked cars, abandoned homes and car paths carved out of several feet of snow as you exit the car the thermometer shows that it is now negative six degrees outside
<Buck_DM>: The motel is a little hole in the wall complex dubbed the presidential by a frozen over sign
<Buck_DM>: [I've got an hour to finish part one fellas]
<Reverb>: "So, this is where we're staying?"
<Clara>: "Looks... homey"
<Skyler>: "I'm fine with it."
<Buck_DM>: Detective Ramirez nods as you all enter there are huddles of people on the floor wrapped in blankets and coats it seems this building is functioning as a shelter
Clara looks around as she heads inside
Reverb heads inside, looking at the people.
Skyler stomps off his boots, and tries to avoid stepping on anyones' stuff as he goes in
<Buck_DM>: There is a sense of hatred hanging in the air not from the denizens of the town their faces painted with fear, sleep, and weariness. The ambient ugliness of the area still fills the space around them but still has no apparent cause from the townspeople
<Buck_DM>: Detective Ramirez hands over a single key to the three of you
<Buck_DM>: "Room 104"
Reverb takes the key from his hand.
<Reverb>: "We can manage ourselves from here. Thanks for the assistance, Inspector."
<Buck_DM>: "No trouble"
Buck_DM hands over a napkin with a phone number written on it
<Buck_DM>: "Call us if you have anything"
<Buck_DM>: "Stay safe, stay warm, kids"
Clara nods
<Reverb>: "Same to you, officer."
<Skyler>: "You, too."
<Buck_DM>: He waves as he exits the front door and drives off

<Buck_DM>: [brb]
<Buck_DM>: [free style in the room]
<Buck_DM>: [two beds, one bathroom, one table]

<Reverb>: "...two beds."
Skyler kicks off his shoes and sits on a bed
<Clara>: "...So skyler gets the floor right?"
<Skyler>: "We're not sleeping through this, are we?"
<Reverb>: "I was thinking the exact same thing."
<Reverb>: "...in regards to both, actually."
<Skyler>: "Phew."
<Reverb>: "Unless you and me share a bed, goggles."
<Clara>: "I don't think he'll mind floor duty"
<Reverb>: "He doesn't have much choice, does he?"
<Skyler>: "Well, gee, I guess not."
<Clara>: "You have the fluffy wings, you're fine"
<Reverb>: "Exactly, be considerate. Me and her can't share, sharing a bed never works out."
<Skyler>: "Sure, sure, whatever. I just need enough blankets and a pillow."
Clara looks in the closet and throws a spare blanket and pillow at him
<Reverb>: "Well, if push comes to shove we'll go on a rota. I can handle a day on the floor."
Skyler bundles up the blanket in his arm, walk up, and takes the remaining extras in the closet.
<Reverb>: "So, how do we fill up the time for now?"
<Skyler>: "Truth or dare, obviously. Never been to a sleepover before?"
<Clara>: "...Never"
Skyler 's tone is dry as he goes over to the biggest empty space on the floor to set up his blankets
<Skyler>: "Wait, actually?"
<Reverb>: "Me neither."
Clara shrugs
<Skyler>: "...I wouldn't recommend truth or dare to this group, then."
<Reverb>: "Hey, what's the worst that could happen?"
Skyler pauses for a moment, then resumes silently setting up his makeshift bed
<Clara>: "I... don't know what the game is"
<Reverb>: "It sounds simple, from what the name implies."
Skyler finishes making his bed, and stands back up
<Reverb>: "Truth or Dare, thus we can assume one either answers a compromising question truthfully, or must perform some manner of embarrassing task."
<Skyler>: "Very eloquent, Reverb."
<Skyler>: "But, she's got the idea down. Not much more to get."
<Reverb>: "Alright then, if that's all it is, I think we can handle that."
<Clara>: "Oh, alright"
Skyler chuckles at the innocence of this situation
<Skyler>: "Okay, okay. Do either of you want to try, first?"
<Reverb>: "I'll let goggles go first."
<Clara>: "So... truth or dare for me?" she is still especially clueless
<Skyler>: "You get to choose who you ask. Here, let me start. Francesca."
<Skyler>: "Truth, or dare?"
<Reverb>: "Dare."
Skyler scratches his head
<Skyler>: "You guys will have to forgive me. I was never very good at this when I was a kid. I dare you to... benchpress that bed."
Skyler points over to one of the beds.
<Reverb>: "Benchpress... a bed."
Reverb shrugs, and walks over to the bed.
Reverb lies down on the floor, sliding under the bed.
<Reverb>: "One bench?"
<Skyler>: "They're either supposed to be difficult tasks or... embarrassing ones. That'd be the word."
<Skyler>: "And yeah, just one bench. I was just trying to make a point."
<Skyler>: "Show you two the rules and such."
Reverb sighs, pressing her palms against the bedframe.
<Clara>: "Pretty sure she can"
<Skyler>: [no DM so we say you did it because motel beds are lightweight pieces of shit!]
Reverb lifts the bed up, until her arms are straight.
<Reverb>: "Motel beds are pretty light."
<Skyler>: "You guys understand the rules now, right?"
<Clara>: "Right"
Reverb puts the bed down, rejoining the group.
<Skyler>: "Good. We can go in a circle. Rev- can I call you Francesca?"
<Skyler>: "Either way, it's your turn to ask somebody next."
<Reverb>: "Yeah, or Frankie or Kat or whatever."
<Reverb>: "Uh, fine then. Feathers, Truth or Dare."
<Skyler>: "Okay... Kat. Truth."
<Reverb>: "Okay then..."
<Reverb>: "Hmm, have your parents ever embarrassed you?"
<Skyler>: "Hah. Constantly, actually."
<Reverb>: "Well, c'mon then, name one time."
<Skyler>: "Easy enough. So, see, I was in the talent show as a little kid. My older sister played clarinet, so I learned really early how to from her. Kind of a bonding thing, y'know. So I was performing a solo, and I was just a little kid so it sucked, but I still got applause and all that."
<Skyler>: "But, see, this one freaking kid, he runs out right as I stand up, and he pulls me wings, and, uh, well I drop the clarinet, and broke it. So my mom stands up, and she SCREAMS 'Don't you harm my little boy! He's sensitive!' And, uh, yeah..."
<Reverb>: "Hehe, sensitive little boy, huh?"
<Skyler>: "...Just the wings."
<Clara>: "They're not that sensitive though, are they?"
<Skyler>: "Weeelll, I mean, that's, er, kinda. If I'm doing stuff like fighting or flying or whatever, they're fine. But when I'm off guard they can be a little bit of a hassle."
<Skyler>: "Y'know, bumping into things can spook me or something..."
<Reverb>: "What're they made out of?"
<Skyler>: "Oh! They're made out of aura! Which is... nobody has figured it out yet. Some sort of generic 'power/life force' kinda deal. So they're just a little bit magic-ish. Just enough to let me wear shirts, really."
<Reverb>: "Huh, I see."
<Reverb>: "Can you make like, aura constructs?"
<Clara>: "Can you show us?"
<Skyler>: "I have no idea what auras actually do. I never really /tried/ doing anything, other than flying, until I joined the S-Men. I can really just do this, at least for now."
Skyler stands up, and flares his wings outward. They've easily over duobled in size, which is to say they're now XBOGHUEG and take up most of the shitty motel room. He's also covered in aura now.
<Skyler>: "No constructs, or anything. Maybe later, but I think I need some sort of handbook to figure that out."
<Reverb>: "Impressive."
<Clara>: "Ooooh"
<Skyler>: "I've also got a healing factor, which is honestly the only reason I'm not fat right now."
Skyler laughs awkwardly, sitting back down and going back to normal
<Reverb>: "...were you a chubby kid?"
<Clara>: "I can't even picture you being fat, to be honest"
<Skyler>: "Not especially, but I was getting there."
<Reverb>: "So, what, the day you got your powers it all just, vanished?"
<Skyler>: "I actually get hungry even more now. Healing factor boosting my metabolism or something. But I don't actually need mroe food than a normal person. I think."
<Skyler>: "And, it took about a week, but it all just shed off. After a year, I was pretty ripped for a kid. Which was actually pretty weird, until I got older and realized that's a good thing."
<Skyler>: "...Aaaaanyways, that's about it for my turn. Clara, you're next."
<Clara>: "Okay, uhhhh, truth?"
<Skyler>: "No, you ask someone /else/ a question."
<Clara>: "Ooooooh"
Clara is endlessly unaware of how things work
<Clara>: "Frankie, truth or dare"
<Reverb>: "Truth."
<Clara>: "Okay, hrmmmm..." she rubs her chin
<Clara>: "What was the weirdest thing you've ever seen"
<Reverb>: "Good question."
<Reverb>: "I'd say... a goat-man singing showtunes as he cooked breakfast."
<Clara>: "We're gonna need a story for that"
<Reverb>: "Oh, well..."
<Reverb>: "I had been assigned as a double agent on that tree cult, The Brotherhood."
<Reverb>: "Now, as well as that megalomaniacal shrubbery, there was his ever-loyal sidekick, the Reverend."
<Reverb>: "The Reverend was a goat-man of sorts, a preacher, evangelical to the max."
<Reverb>: "And so, our first day there, we wake up to bacon, eggs and orange juice."
<Reverb>: "By 'we' I mean me and Jet, another dude here."
<Reverb>: "So, me and Jet go to the kitchen, the tree is there drinking coffee and reading the newspaper."
<Reverb>: "While Lamia was at the oven, in an apron, singing showtunes while making breakfast."
Skyler chuckles
<Clara>: "Pffff"
<Reverb>: "Man, I had to enter and re-enter the room a few times to process that."
<Skyler>: "Sounds like a supervillain sitcom."
<Reverb>: "That's kind of what it looked like."
<Reverb>: "It was weird."