>>12526132Mantine placed the Cylinduava on the bedside table, and then went to recline in an armchair. Quags on the other hand, took the looking out the portside window.
"Awful lot a intelli-less fish out there...Wonder what they're thinking about..."
"They're intelli-less Quags, they don't think." I corrected. In that time, my eyes darted over to the room's phone.
"Well...while we're here we might as well order room service.."
And so we did, after of course, bickering to hell and back about what exactly to get. Once that was out of the way though, (settled over fried Combusken...) I thought about the events that transpired so far.
So a murder mystery that actually turned real on a horror-themed cruise ship, and it's blatantly obvious that a Lombre is responsible. Problem is, that Lombre is keeping quiet, and there are also a bunch of other secrets to get to the bottom of. All of which may or may not relate to the murder.
A knock on the door broke me out of my trance, I went to answer it.
A Tentacool, with a bucket of fried Combusken in one of his tentacles, "Wobbunoir?"
"Correct."
He handed over the bucket, but before he left I wanted to make sure we had some things clear, "Wait! Before you go, do you know if the little conflict in the theater's cooled down yet?"
Tentacool paused to think about it, and ultimately nodded, "Sort of, in a way. Captain Swalot managed to cool things down before some people could call the cops, y'know shut down his business with a flood of lawsuits and whatnot. He's currently trying to manage himself without getting law enforcement involved. Say! You have a trench coat, why don't you help him?"
With that suggestion proposed, he hopped down the hall with a few squishy flops.
A) Take a quick power nap; transition time from day to night!
B) Head to the theater.
C) Head to the ballroom.
D) Head to the kitchen.
