Chatterbox: Inkwell

In the chatterbox, anything you find will seem normal, from dragonwolves to flying chipmunks. That is why you were not very surprised when a cat walked up to your door and knocked, Its tail surprisingly strong for such a small creature. You came to the door. "Hi!" you said to the cat, assuming it was of the AE or CAPTCHA variety, "Whatcha got there?" The cat, of course, said nothing, for it was only an ordinary cat, but it did drop a letter onto the ground and then disappeared down the road. Now you were surprised. You stared after it a moment, then picked up the letter and walked inside, muttering, "Catwhisperers again."

You opened up the letter, (after checking for booby traps, of course. -it wouldn't be the first time you had been hit by a truckload of confetti or sticky notes after opening a letter-) and removed the letter, which read:

Dearest CBer

It is my dearest regret to inform you that two months two days ago, at around 24:30 in the evening, Sir Willoughby Tolkien Rothenberg III died. It was a perfectly natural death, and he died peacefully. Or that's what we thought. Today, new evidence has been discovered that shows that it was not, as we previously thought, a natural death.

He was murdered. 

And we are recruiting people to come track the murderer down. You are one of them. If you accept this assignment, simply fill out the form below for you and each of your AEs that you wouldst bring along. (No CAPTCHAs, they're too sweet and innocent for this.)

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Appearence:

Personality:

Previous experience in this field of work:

Role: (anthropologist, computer expert, journalist, etc.)

Skills:

Weaknesses: 

Powers: (optional)

Other:

Welcome to ChaBIL (CHAtterBox Invesigators League).

Mantis Darkkshadow 

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If you couldn't tell, this is something similar to a ski lodge, with one exception, which is that after every installment you each get one turn, where you can come forward and say you're going to do something, such as hack a computer. Here's how that could go.

Dean L.: I'm gonna try and hack the computer.

Mantis: All right... okay, here goes!

They looked at each other, all of them knowing that there was no way out, until Dean said, "i'm gonna try and hack the computer." this gave them hope, and Dean began to type, determined. Numbers scrolled across the screen, and he was doing well. They heard a click, and they turned around. Several vents had opened. Out of them poured a greenish gas, and within minutes they had fallen unconscious.

However, if you had chosen a relevant skill, it could've gone like this:

Abby grinned and started to code, her fingers flying over the keyboard. Within minutes, the door was open. In a cave, the murderer growled in anger.

Have fun! 

Mantis.