A Detective's Story

As I sat behind my desk I was thinking about my detective's business. I was a simple Emerson College student once, but my need to solve mysteries kept getting in the way. For instance, why is the f'real machine always broken when I want a milkshake? So I started my own detective agency for Emerson students who needed things found, wanted mysteries solved, or just needed some help. Suddenly there was a knocking on my door, I stood up to answer it and what I found was.... [[A Man]] [[A Woman]] [[A Child]]

I opened the door and there was a tall, dark, and handsome man standing before me. In fact, it was Lee Pelton. What in the world could he want from a up and coming detective like me? "Oh! Hello sir, what can I do for you?" "Well, we have a little bit of a situation" he replied "Anything I can do to help?" "Actually, yes." I considered for a moment, there was one of two ways this could go. I could do President Pelton's bidding because I respected him as a leader, and as a man. Or I could ask for something in return. But which path do I take? [[ask]] [[do bidding]]

A woman was in front of my door. All dressed up, as if she was going to Emerson's Yule Ball. I couldn't help but notice she seemed upset. "Hello, come in, welcome to my detective agency. How can I help you?" "Well my name's Katherine, Katherine M. Urdur, Kat for short" I wanted to make a pun, but I thought she might take it the wrong way. [[Make The Pun]] [[Play It Safe]]

It was a child on the other side of the door. I'd never had one of those in my office before, since I tend to only cater to actors who've lost their sheet music. "Hello, small child" I said "Hey" it replied "So, are you lost? Can I help you with something?" "Oh yeah, I lost my ID card" [[Your ID?!<-Jump]]

"Your ID?!" ... Well it turns out it was just a freshmen who looked like a small child in my old, jaded, senioritis ridden eyes. He promised me a 5$ printing credit so I was off to find the ID. Where should I look first? [[Ansin]] [[Paramount]] [[Boloco]]

It was foggy out as I flipped the collar of my jacket. I began to cough furiously, turns out it wasn't foggy but a ton of VMA's were smoking outside WERS. I tapped my ID, but where should I go to look for the ID? [[The Darkroom]] [[Screening Room]]

Something seemed ominous as I struggled to open the glass doors to paramount against the winds. I sensed a hint of drama in the air. As I headed towards the 3rd floor, I knew I had to check The Ottoman Empire first. As I searched through the cushions I did not find the lost ID but I did lose my dignity. Then suddenly I heard a woman's scream. Of course I ran to over to the noise, ready to save the day when... [[Rehearsal<-Jump]]

Nope. I grab a Nutella Milkshake and head to my next destination. [[Ansin]]

Nope, too dark. [[Screening Room]]

As I entered the screening room I noticed there was already a movie playing. Something about a dame and a real nice looking fella. I think it may have been called The Falcon Malteser, I don't know some indie hipster stuff. But no ID. Guess I have to check [[Paramount]]

It turned out to be an actress rehearsing her monologue. Ah well, I guess today won't be the day I heroically save a damsel in distress. I apologized to the actress, "Sorry there lady, thought you were in danger." "Um no, thanks" "By the way have you seen an ID lying around." "Actually, yeah, I dropped it off at the desk." Finally my journey was over. The ID had been found, and I had five more dollars to print on. [[THE END ]]

"Alright Pelton, I'll play ball. I just need one thing in return" He stared at me, I'm not sure a student had ever played hard ball with him to his face before. I couldn't tell if he was impressed or annoyed. He paused for a moment, and then replied, "Depends on what you're asking me, son" "I need two more tickets to graduation." He stormed out of my office. Guess I shouldn't have played hard ball. Three Strikes You're Out. [[THE END ]]

"I'll do anything I can to help President Pelton, because I trust you as a leader, a man, and a scholar" I said "Well thank you, son. I appreciate that, I think" He replied "So what do you need from me?" "It seems like I have lost my wallet, and I need your help retrieving it" [[That's All?]] [[I'm On The Case Sir]]

"Well alright Katy-Kat, what do you need a detective for?" I said, deciding to be bold and make the pun. "Look mister I'm just looking to get my problem solved, not to be demeaned by some detective who thinks he can call women whatever they want." She replied. "And there was a much better pun to make and you didn't. I don't trust your detective skills, goodbye!" [[Let Her Leave]] [[Apologize]]

"Alright well my problem here is, mister, that my fish has gone missing from my dorm in Paramount. I think it might have been murdered" "A murder?! Here on campus?!" She falls into my office chair, obviously weak with grief. She looks good in it. Too good, I suddenly became threatened by her, my masuclinity so fragile I couldn't imagine a woman running my detective agency that I built with my own two hands about two months ago. [[Take Her Case]] [[Let My Fragile Masculinity Get to Me]]

And just like that, I let me base instincts get the better of me. But I guess I'm just a man, looking to solve mysteries. And perhaps the biggest one of all...is myself. [[THE END ]]

"Look wait! I'm sorry, I let my bas instincts get the better of me. I just love puns. I'd love to take on your case, whatever it is." "Well thank you. Let's get on with it then." She said, smiling at me. [[Play It Safe<-Jump]]

But I decide to let go of my old world views and take her case. It was the first murder case I'd had, I couldn't pass it up. "Alright, I'll take your case. As long as you never sit in my chair again. A man's chair is sacred. "It's from IKEA" "Fair point" [[Get the Facts]]

"I'm sorry baby cakes but you have to leave" I said as I reached for the whiskey hidden in my desk. (which is legal because I am a senior in college and therefore of legal drinking age). "I've got some other important cases coming up, and I can't take on anymore" "Oh really?" She asked me, incredulous. "Yeah sorry" "Oh, well, too bad. I was going to give DH swipes for a week since I know you live off campus. But oh well" I guess I missed my shot at a great dame, and some free food. THE END (for now)

Alright if we're gonna solve this case I need to get the facts, Ms.Urder. When did you see your fish last?" "The last time I saw Goose was --" "I'm sorry, Goose?" "Yeah my fish" [[Let it Go]] [[Comment]]

I decided to let that one go. We are all special snowflakes and can call our fishes whatever we want to. "So...you last saw, Goose, when you went away from Spring Break. Was there anyone takign care of him?" "Yeah, my roommate Sarah U. Spect - she's the best. I know she didn't do it" (of course that makes me think she did it. it's always the person yout think couldn't have possibly done it.) "Are you having an internal monologue right now?....ANYWAY, she was watching him over break and then one day she came into the room and he was gone." Well, the next step was clear. [[Talk to the Roommate]] [[Write a Bunch of Notes Detailing the Entire Interview]] [[Monologue Some More]]

I just couldn't help myself. "So you have a fish named Goose?" "YES I'm QUIRKY SHUT UP" [[Let it Go<-Jump]]

I had to talk to Sarah U. Spect. So I arranged a meeting with Sarah at the Max, the local dining place where kids like to get their grub. As we sat in a corner, to not be overheard, I could tell something with up with Sarah. She was acting...suspicious. "So, Sarah. Tell me about what happened. Kat said you volunteered to watch Goose while she was away on spring break." "Is that what she said" she laughed. "More like she forced me, she's always been so manipulative. Like I was going to let a fish die." "Well that seems to mean you didn't kill Goose." "No, I'm vegan so I care for all living things. I would never let Goose die" So it looked like Sarah wasn't a suspect. I was at a crossroad. [[Question Her Further]] [[Ask Who She Thought Did It]]

I click my pen, once, twice, three times a lady. Wait, I digress. I meticulously go through an entire legal pad, with all the evidence, clues, and stories Kat M. Urder has given me about her assumed murdered fish, Goose. The answer still seems obvious I need to... [[Talk to the Roommate]]

http://www.random-generator.com/index.php?title=Film_Noir_Monologue [[Talk to the Roommate<-Jump]]

THE END (for now) We hope you enjoyed this create your own adventure with a class act Private Eye at Emerson College. If you'd like to continue the adventure come see LIVING WILL from March 16th to March 19th, 2017. Set in modern-day times, 'Living Will' examines to exactly what desperate lengths people will go when money problems, unhappy relationships, and secrets all get to be too much. Emerson Stage takes student Renee Lafond's full-length play from page to stage with the generous support of Rod Parker ('51). Tickets can be found here: https://www.aestages.org/Online/default.asp

I suddenly have an idea. I pull out my phone and check Sarah's instagram (@s.uspect). "Hm, that's funny because here on your insta you were eating chicken fingers at the Max, just a week ago" I had caught her in her own lie. "FINE, you got me! Damn you and your detective skills. Kat had been getting on my last nerve with her drinking in our double and 2am, and her stupid fish looking at me when I slept. Who names a fish Goose, GOD! I DID IT, YOU CAUGHT ME!" I couldn't help but feel I moment of satisfaction. Until I realized flushing a fish is not techinically illegal. So all I'd really done with uncovered a terrible roommate situation. [[THE END ]]

"Alright if you didn't do it, who did?" I asked. "Oh that's easy, Kat's girlfriend Amelia. She's so crazy, you know she's a new Comedy minor - so she's willing to take risks. I bet you anything she killed Goose" "Thanks for the tip, doll" "What? Did you just call me doll?" "Nevermind" [[Talk to Amelia]]

I found Amelia practicing her stand-up routine in Practice Room 13, the most unlucky of practice rooms - rumor has it you hit a high c in there you get nodes. I knocked on the door. "Hello Amelia, we facebook messaged earlier...I'm, the detective" "Oh yeah right....you realize this is totally weird right?" "I have no idea what you mean, on to the investigation! Did you spend anytime in your girlfriend's dorm over spring break?" "No! If she's not there I have no reason to be there." "So you didn't kill her fish?" "Goose? No, I honestly don't care about him. Though Sarah hated him for some reason. I don't know, something about the bubbles, and him looking at her when she slept. She's crazy" So it seems my initial suspicion was right, it seems that Sarah was the one who killed Goose. [[Confront Sarah]]

I run to Kat's dorm to find Sarah alone looking at the empty tank. She seemed upset. "Sarah I need to speak to you" I wheezed, the elevator was too full and I decided to run up the stairs. "Um, ok" "I've been talking to Amelia and she said you hated Goose. And she wasn't ever in this room during break. So that only leads me to believe you did it. You. Killed. Goose" "I told you, I'm a vegan...I care for all living things!" She yelled. [[Question Her Further<-Jump]]

"Really, you lost your wallet? Do you really need my help for that?" I asked "No, I guess you're right. I'll just post it on the Emerson Mafia Page" He said. And just as quickly as he had entered my life and my office, he had left. Maybe I’ll live so long that I’ll forget him. Maybe I’ll die trying. [[THE END ]]

"Of course, President Pelton. This has become my number one case. I have two questions for you: what does it look like and where did you see it last?" "Well, it's black and is attached my velcro. And I last saw it when I was taking a stroll through the Greene Theatre, checking out the latest Emerson Stage production" "Well, of course, you love a good show" "You know me so well, Detective" The plan of action was clear I had to... [[Go to the Greene]] [[Ask Pelton About His Day]]

As we entered the Greene we could hear the faint murmuring of actor's warming up. It was the cast of the NewFest production Living Will! We chatted with them a bit, talked about the show and how new work is so important. Then I approched the Stage Manager, Kate Hausler. "So...you seen any missing wallets lately?" She looked at me the way all Stage Managers do when you've lost something. "Yeah we did find a wallet, is it yours?" "Actually, no. It's Lee Peltons" "Oh cool, tell him to pay closer attentention to his wallet in the future" "Will do, you're a swell SM, you know that?" "I do" So that was this case closed. I saved the day and got to watch a pretty cool rehearsal. [[THE END ]]

"So, other than losing your wallet, how has your day been?" "Pretty OK actually, it's so nice out." "I know, right? But, you know, global warming" "I know, it's terrible" Now back to the case! [[Go to the Greene]]