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"SOMEONE'S DIED?!?" TT echoed, hysterically. This was not right. This was supposed to be a glorious cruise. No one was supposed to die.
Not thinking straight, TT ran around, again hysterically. "If one person can die, that means NONE of us are safe. GET ME OFF!!" She ran to the railing, and then realized there was no where to go. No escape. They were all doomed.
And, having realized that, TT straightened her dress, avoided her companions looks, and followed the Horseman, pretending the outburst had never happened...

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There was a commotion. Something about murder.

"Oh finally!" Tar exclaimed, and then quickly frowned to show how truly devastated she was. "I mean, how horrible!" Not that anyone was listening. She made her way quickly to the kitchen to see the crowd surrounding the body of...she flipped through her notes...Narcissa Malfoy.

"NOW does anyone want an interview? We should...honor the dearly departed."

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TT peered behind the Horseman to gain a glimpse of the ghastly sight. She looked only for a second, however, and then turned around, her hand covering her mouth, to prevent a gasp or another hysterical outburst.
"I don't know..." she murmered in answer to the Horseman's question. "This is awful..."

Damon looked around at his fellow cruise-mates who had gathered around. "This means that the....killer," Damon paused, for he had almost choked on the word. "The killer is still on board, and he or she has to be one of us."

Damon wondered why he was so disturbed by the murder. After all, he had a less than savory along the same lines, but he had known this couple. He had talked to them, had gotten to know them. It was truly horrible that this had happened.

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People were horrible, Richard decided. That woman had been killed and everyone had gone to have a look at her. Terrible.

Alright, so he'd gone too, though it wasn't hard to convince himself that it was purely because being alone anywhere on this ship was conceivably no longer the best of ideas.

Richard didn't fancy being killed.

He stood back and listened as the others asked panicked questions, waiting for someone to slip up and say something that would reveal them as the killer; it was bound to happen.

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Nurr had emerged from her cabin at last, camera in hand to photograph some of the sea cruise. The dead bodies were just an added bonus. This red really sets off the blue sea, she thought (rather morbidly) to herself. Focused on capturing the right angles, she let the comments of the other guests go in one ear and out the other. That is--

"Well, you could always jump off the ship," she said absentmindedly to TheThain and Sir Algernon.

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"If I am correct, sir, erm, Mr. Salvatore? YOU have a rather unsavory past, haven't you? Oh yes, I've done my research. I am, after all, a journalist." She preened. "How do we know YOU had nothing to do with this?"

Tar flipped through her notebook with a smile.

"Oh yes, be sure to get photos of this, dear," she said to one of the passengers she was et unacquainted with. "We can be rich together."

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"The killer doesn't necessarily have to be one of us... does he... or she...?" TT said, in reply to Damon's comment. "Couldn't he... or she... have,like, secretly snuck on board or whatever?"

Despite her words, TT began to look around uneasily. One of the guests could be the murder. The murder could be right in this crowd... TT shuddered. And then heard Nurr's comment.

"What are you trying to do? Get the Horseman and I to drown or freeze to death in the water?". She watched Nurr uneasily. "You seem to enjoy this..."

Damon was stunned that Tar would suspect him. "I mean, I have a bad past, but that's why it's called the past and the present is called a gift because it's...erm...good?" Damon trailed off weakly. His analogy has obviously failed to make any sense.

"I guess I'm as much as a suspect as anyone is on this ship, but that doesn't mean that I did it!" Damon looked around helplessly. "They were my friends," he said softly.

Damon overheard TheThain's response. "The murderer could have snuck on board, but where would he or she be hiding? Maybe we should check for stowaways," he said thoughtfully.

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Narcissa expected to wake in her bed next to Lucius where they'd been taking a nap after the excitement of exploring the ship, but instead she found herself on the floor covered in flour. Except, now that she was standing up she suddenly realised several terrifying things at once. She wasn't actually standing, but was instead floating above what appeared to be the kitchen floor, The flour did not stick to her, and there was a rather large crowd around her. She turned to look what they were staring at and was shocked to see her murdered body on the floor with poor Lucius nowhere to be seen.

[Haha, I'm glad Pliff and Yusef are still here. Nice of you not to let them go in this economy, Kit.]

The Signora Psyche Zenobia heard rumor of murder, and immediately went sprinting to the scene of the crime. She found a large number of guests gathered around the kitchen doorway, looking generally appalled and frightened. The Signora slipped her way through the throng to take a peek, quite unashamed of her morbid curiosity.

"Oh!" she gasped, seeing Narcissa's body. She found it gross, disgusting, and undeniably thrilling. "What an awful lot of blood," she remarked to no one in particular. "And I understand there's been another murder in one of the cabins! Her husband, wasn't it? Isn't it a little strange they were killed separately? I mean, normally spouses stick together..." she pondered.

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"That might be an id-- IS THAT A GHOST?!?"

TT's response to Damon was cut short by the appearance of... something. After her initial shock, and fright, TT realized that it was Narcissa. Which was kind of cool.

"Are you...ok?" TT asked stupidly. What does one say to someone who's just been murdered...?

"I suppose I'm all right," Narcissa replied slowly, turning from the sight of her mangled body, "Has anyone seen my husband?"

It didn't take long for Narcissa's question to be answered. Almost immediately Lucius' ghost, snake cane and all, glided through the kitchen wall looking particularly upset about the situation. When he saw Narcissa however he gave her a ghostly embrace.

[LOL. If this really happened I'd have completely ruined the entire HP series. ]

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