OOC: For clarity, J now looks almost
exactly like Rose; this should be interesting. Also, yes, I'm aware that's not really how Soul Energy charges; he's...not exactly in control of it. In fact, I'm surprised he even knows what it's called; maybe that's an inherent aspect of insane people who use Soul Energy or something.
-==IC: Bade, Servo, and E.R.I.N.==-
"Oh, Sugar Lips, just hearin' your voice makes my Soul Energy rise to the max..."
The next moment, everything went black.
No, wait, that's not black, it's...brown?! Wait a minute...why is the world sepia-toned? And why is everyone wearing clothes from the 1950s?! And where is that music coming from?!? And--
Meanwhile, Bade doesn't miss a beat, but begins a monologue, apparently to an invisible "audience". "So the dame wants ta know my story? If only she knew...if only she knew.
"A dark night, in a city where the line between cops and criminals is about as clear as a dark thread at midnight. But one man still seeks the answers to life's unsolved mysteries. That's me. Zamz Bade. Private Eye.
"It was a Friday night in the big city. And a Friday night's the only night you won'tl find me in my office, watching the clock. Because on a Friday night I'm on the prowl, findin' trouble before it finds me. So when word at the local bar said there's be action with the feds at their offices I decided to go have a look-see.
"When I got there the place was trashed. And I don't mean like you left the dishes in the sink, clothes on the floor, and forgot to make your bed. The place was leveled. Gone. Zip. Nada. So that's when I knew I had to check things out. I was just about to venture inside the wreckage when these little trinkets fell outta the sky. They landed right next to a bunch of tracks leadin' to this place. And that was the break I needed. That's when I knew: someone had chased a poor robot there, and murdered him in cold blood by blowin' the place up. And the person-or should I say
monster-who did it...is YOU!" Bade points accusingly at E.R.I.N., but a Phoenix Wright lookalike in a silvery gray suit stands in the way, pointing dramatically back at Bade.
"
OBJECTION!!!!" Servo says, and is heard by all. Suddenly, a delicate hand appears on his shoulder and gently moves him out of the way. A woman, who looks a lot like a young Jeri Ryan wearing Willie Scott's dress from the nightclub in
Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, steps forward to address her accuser.
"
First, I'm not a butler. I'm a maid. Second, I'm not really a maid, I just play one on TV. Third, I'm an actress; I play the roles I need to as they come along. Fourth, That means that, even if I did murder this poor, poor soul, I wouldn't be a killer; I'd be the mastermind, and Fifth...how doe we even know he's dead in the first place?" E.R.I.N. turns to the rest of the crowd. "
Is there any way we can take a roll call of everyone who's here? That way we can see if this...fine gentleman's claims have any merit to them." She turns back to Bade. "
That seem like a fair compromise to you, Bade?"
Bade shrugs. "Let the games begin, doll."
-==IC: J==-
Lloyd accidentally trips the waiter, dumping both him and j on the ground next to Rose and Adrian. "General!"
OOC: Zomg wall of text!
OOC: Blade, have Lloyd get the urge to spook Adrian. It'll be hilarious.
