Hype Horrors: A Murder Mystery IC

[SenseiofCheese]

Ever want to meet your friends from the Hype?

Ever want to brutally kill them?

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A group of members from the SuperHeroHype RPG forums have decided to do what we're told not to; meet someone from the internet. This close-knit group for role players plan on getting together and spending an entire weekend drinking copious amounts of alcohol and having the time of their lives. And, really, where better to meet up than at the airport?

Bad idea. As they all meet each other for the first time, amidst a sea of people traveling across the country, they all fall into a deep sleep. When they finally awake, they are locked inside the now-empty airport. As if that wasn't bad enough, one member of the group has murderous intentions.

The Hypesters must now band together if they want to survive, but can they really trust each other?

After all, how well do they really know these people?
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Rules & Guidelines​

• See OOC thread.
  

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List of Suspects​

wiegeabo
the friendly one

Master Bruce
the MOD

Byrd Man
the mean one

Kara Kent
the chick

Syn (Mercenary)
the fighter

Catman_prb
the british one

Matt Murdock
the smartass

Spike_x1
the angry one

Venom160
the stoner

Blacklight
the kid

RGDurant
the mysterious one
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TRUST NO ONE

 

[Catman_prb]

Catman woke up with a jolt, and promptly fell off the trio of seats he had been laying across. He put his hands out to stop himself connecting with the floor, and groaned as he put his hands in what appeared to be congealing coke. He considered wiping them off on his hoodie, then thought better of it and wiped them on one of the chairs. A thought occured to him and he looked around the room that he was in. When he'd walked in there it had been bustling. Now it looked completely deserted.

"Well...****e," he muttered to himself.

"Anyone here?" he shouted to the rest of the world.

 

[Batman]

"Over here."

By the time Cats sees Master Bruce, he's already crossing out of the airport bathroom, treading with a slow limp in each step. It was a clear result of being uncomfortably cramped inside one of the stalls for a number of hours. He didn't know how he had gotten there or why he was so drowsy, but every temptation to pique his own interest seemed to fly off of him with the continuing discomfort. With a slight groan, MB eased himself onto one of the nearby terminal benches next to Cats, evidently both tired and anxious.

The truth was, he was beginning to regret ever coming here. Something just wasn't right about all of this. He had thought a good weekend away from home would ease him of his weekly stresses and lovelife troubles, but such displeasure seemed to be increasingly welcoming in comparison with everything he had experienced since arriving for his flight. How the hell did he even manage to fall asleep?

"You look like hell. What's your story? You pass out, too?", MB asked, pressing his tired head against the back wall, still in a daze as he rubbed his aching neck. "Feel like I've gone toe-to-toe with Bane, Killer Croc, and a coked up Bill O'Reilly at the same time..."

 

[Byrd Man]

The truth was, he was beginning to regret ever coming here. The place gave him the serious creeps. He had thought a quick exploration of the mansion's grounds would ease his fears, but they only accelerated with every room he'd manage to uncover.

"Bad dreams, man?", MB asked, limping past him in a slow tread towards his own room's door. "I could understand why."

"I heard that." I say as I pace in the terminal, scribbling illegiblely on my notepad, giving a slight look towards MB and Cats.

"You two seen anyone else around, here? Or is just us three?"

 

[Catman_prb]

"I heard that." I say as I pace in the terminal, scribbling illegiblely on my notepad, giving a slight look towards MB and Cats.

"You two seen anyone else around, here? Or is just us three?"

Cats raised an eyebrow at the newcomer.

"I've literally just woken up," he said "the only other person I've seen is House here. Would someone mind explaining what exactly is happening?"

 

[Spike_x1]

"UuuUghhg..."

A strained voice groaned from far down the terminal, out of sight from the other Hypesters. A sudden crash blared out, a sharp sound against the eerie silence of the rest of the airport.

 

[Venom160]

"UuuUghhg..."

A strained voice groaned from far down the terminal, out of sight from the other Hypesters. A sudden crash blared out, a sharp sound against the eerie silence of the rest of the airport.

I slowly walk down the powered down escalator spotting some of the others just as that groan echos across the terminal.

"Whoa glad thats not me...."

Clearing the last step I move over to a nearby column and lean against it.

"So what the **** is going on? I thought an airport never closes?"

 

[Batman]

"It... it doesn't."

MB looked off, confused and a bit worried to himself, as he placed the group's current situation together in his mind. "Are you sure we're locked in here? Who could've done that? Why didn't security check for us? ...and what the hell was that noise?"

 

[Byrd Man]

"It... it doesn't."

MB looked off, confused and a bit worried to himself, as he placed the group's current situation together in his mind. "Are you sure we're locked in here? Who could've done that? Why didn't security check for us? ...and what the hell was that noise?"

" I started feeling drowsy after drinking that coffee....goddamn Jittery Joe's. 'Pep and a step' my ass!"

I put my notepad away and pull out my recorder.

"Note to self: slaughter every employee of that coffee shop."

I put my recorder away and turn to my companions.

"As for the noise. I don't know what it is, and I don't wanna find out what it is. **** that ****, I ain't getting mugged."

 

[Catman_prb]

Cats looked around at the rapidly growing group with something bordering on dismay.

"A thought occurs," he said, picking up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder "has anyone tried to leave yet?"

 

[Batman]

" I started feeling drowsy after drinking that coffee....goddamn Jittery Joe's. 'Pep and a step' my ass!"

I put my notepad away and pull out my recorder.

"Note to self: slaughter every employee of that coffee shop."

I put my recorder away and turn to my companions.

"As for the noise. I don't know what it is, and I don't wanna find out what it is. **** that ****, I ain't getting mugged."

"Well, someone has to. Not like there's anyone else around, as far as I can see. Dude could be hurt, down there."

MB pulls himself up, as the others look at eachother, unsure of what to do. He gives them a stern look.

"Oh, come on. This isn't a horror movie."

 

[Spike_x1]

More crashes echoed throughout the terminal, growing louder and louder... moving from one Starbucks to the next. "Dammit, where's the f**kin' coffee?!"

Suddenly turning a corner and seeing the other members of the group, Scot's anger washes away and is replaced by a joyful grin. "Hey, you guys are finally awake! I just got up a few minutes ago, too, and began my quest for caffeine."

Scratching the back of his head for a moment, Scot resumed; "Say, any of you guys got any change? Maybe I can get a Red Bull from a vending machine or something."

 

[Venom160]

Cats looked around at the rapidly growing group with something bordering on dismay.

"A thought occurs," he said, picking up his bag and slinging it over his shoulder "has anyone tried to leave yet?"

I turn my gaze to Catman and shake my head.

"I think it's safe to say we were all pretty much knocked out. I don't think anyof us had time to fart let alone check the doors."

"Well, someone has to. Not like there's anyone else around, as far as I can see. Dude could be hurt, down there."

MB pulls himself up, as the others look at eachother, unsure of what to do. He gives them a stern look.

"Oh, come on. This isn't a horror movie."

I smile slightly.

"Wish it was...."

All the eyes turn on me.

"What? That'd be sweet."

 

[Byrd Man]

Scratching the back of his head for a moment, Scot resumed; "Say, any of you guys got any change? Maybe I can get a Red Bull from a vending machine or something."

"Sorry, buddy. We're a bit too busy trying to figure what the **** happened. Besides, I thought all you Canadians drunk Maple Syrup for your sugar boost."

 

[Catman_prb]

"I'm going to check out the noise," Cats said amiably, turning and walking in the direction of the groaning "You're free to come with me of course," he added.

 

[Spike_x1]

"Sorry, buddy. We're a bit too busy trying to figure what the **** happened. Besides, I thought all you Canadians drunk Maple Syrup for your sugar boost."

"The last thing I remember was drinking at the bar with a few of you guys. I guess I passed out after that."

"I'm going to check out the noise," Cats said amiably, turning and walking in the direction of the groaning "You're free to come with me of course," he added.

"You mean the sound of empty coffee pots being thrown against the wall?" asked Scot. "And my groaning frustration over the lack of caffeine after waking up?

"Yeah, that was me."

 

[Venom160]

"So uh when do the zombies start showing up?"

 

[Batman]

"Here. If you want a little change, Scot, I've got some left ove-"

MB dug around through his pocket, intently searching for any coins inside. But the more he dug, the wider his eyes, as he scanned each and every corner of the fabric for a trace of money. Pulling his pockets inside out, MB examined them, before looking to the ceiling, his eyes closed with frustration.

"Oh, no. No, you've got to be kidding me... I gave the rest of my money to the cashier! I was only gonna pay for my flight, but I paid the tab for my drinks just before we all passed out! And we didn't even get our flight!"

Annoyed, MB grabs his phone, only to realize there's no service in the area. Shaking it, he began walking around, trying to get the bars to upload and the service to go back online.

"Come on, you overpriced piece of ****, don't crap out on me now..."

 

[RGDurant]

"Just about fifteen minutes as usual." RG said in a deadpan tone from behind Venom. He popped two Altoids into his mouth and crutched them into mint paste.

 

[Spike_x1]

Watching Master Bruce fiddle with his phone, Scot reached into his pocket to try to use his own cell phone. "Jeez, I completely forgot about phones."

Looking at the nonexistent bars on his phone's display, Scot perked up as another thought occurred to him. "Cats, you were talking about trying to find a way out? You should know that I checked the doors on this floor, and they're locked. I haven't gotten around to checking the doors on the other floors, or the ones to the parking garage."

 

[Venom160]

"Just about fifteen minutes as usual." RG said in a deadpan tone from behind Venom. He popped two Altoids into his mouth and crutched them into mint paste.

"Ahh!"

I turn around and glare at the new guy. One of the few RPers I don't know. I reflexively have my hand in my pocket and on my knife.

"**** man don't sneak up on someone like that! Someone could get ****ed up!"

"Cats, you were talking about trying to find a way out? You should know that I checked the doors on this floor, and they're locked. I haven't gotten around to checking the doors on the other floors, or the ones to the parking garage."

I turn back to the group trying to shake off the adrenaline.

"I'm not sure bout the upper level Spike. Looked just as empty as down here."

 

[Spike_x1]

"Huh," grunted Scot. "That's probably not the best news, is it?"

Looking down again to see that the bars on his phone still hadn't appeared, he closed it shut and placed it back in his pocket.

"Has anyone seen Wieg or the other guys around here?"

 

[wiegeabo]

The sound of an orchestral crescendo wakes me up with a start. I barely recognize the song as 'Down with the Enterprise' as I pull the headphones from my ears. My head throbs with the effort and I decide to just lay there on the floor for a minute.

Wherever here is.

And this is why I don't drink...I rub my head and sit up. "uhhh...**** me..."

Ok, looks like the airport. I crack my neck, always makes me feel better.

Has anyone seen Wieg or the other guys around here?"

"Over here." I grab one of the seats and pull myself up onto it. "So this is a hangover, huh? I didn't need a vacation this badly."

 

[Catman_prb]

"Huh," Cats said, pulling his phone out and checking it like the others. No bars of signal. Obviously.

"So, what's the plan?" he asked, sticking a headphone into his left ear and switching his music on.

 

[Batman]

"Over here." I grab one of the seats and pull myself up onto it. "So this is a hangover, huh? I didn't need a vacation this badly."

"Some 'vacation',"

MB returns from his attempts to gain service from his phone, rather obviously unsuccessful, as he angrily jams the useless device back into his pocket.

"So, what's the plan?"

"Judging by what these guys are saying, there is no plan. We're not only alone in here, but we're locked inside with no way to contact anyone who could let us out until the management comes to reopen the place. And none of us have change, so the payphones aren't an option. Our cellphones are dead. Half of us are still missing..."

Crossing his arms, MB leans against a nearby cashier's stand, noticing someone already cleared it out in search of money or emergency telephones.

"Jesus. How could this get any worse?"