｡■˚ INTERROGATION: POSEIDON ICARUS ˚■｡ “He’s in here,” Nyx says quietly as she takes you towards an interrogation room with an ominous door separating the suspect and the rest of the world. You glance in through the side of the room via the one-way window, gazing at the dimly-lit space beyond. You can barely make out the features of a young man sitting in a chair at the desk inside, but you chalk it up to the contrast of the brighter lighting behind you. “I just…go and question, right?” you clarify, glancing at your head agent. Nyx meets your gaze, a flicker of something akin to amusement flashing through her eyes as she passes you a clipboard. She uses a slender finger to tilt your chin up, another hand going to push your shoulders back slightly. “Chin up, gaze sharp, shoulders back. Remember, you’re the one in control. Use any means aside from physical to acquire any and all the information that you can,” she replied. “If it comes to the point in which you require backup or you aren’t getting anything useful, come back out here and notify me; I’ll take matters into my own hands. However, this is a good opportunity for you to get some interrogation skills in.” There was a beat of silence before the girl rearranged the brim of her hat. “I will give you a few warnings, however. He’s sly and elusive, and not everything he says can be taken for face value. He’s a liar by trade and has a good poker face–his iconic smirk.” You turn your gaze to the one-way window again. “A gambler?” you guess. “Precisely.” Nyx gestures to the clipboard in your hands. “All the information you need to brush up on are in those papers you’re currently holding. Refer to them and take notes as you will, but now’s the time you need to go in. We’re on a clock still.” You nod and briskly walk closer to the door, pause, and with a deep breath, place your hand on the doorknob and swing it open. You blink once to acclimate your eyes to the darker atmosphere, and you see Poseidon Icarus sitting there, wrists cuffed and shackled to the leg of the steel desk. Underneath a curtain of curly, platinum-blond bangs gazes a pair of glowing cerulean eyes, watching your every move with hawklike expertise despite the easygoing grin spread across his fair face. His hair is tousled like the waves of the ocean, yet with a boyish charm that miraculously accentuated his masculine features. Jewelry hanging from his ears, neck, and fingers glints in the single overhead light, a display of fashion and flamboyant wealth. He bears no signs of a scuffle, so he probably had come easily with the police. You dip your eyes down to breeze the first page of the document holding his information. > Birth name: Poseidon > Alias: Sid > Surname: Icarus > Age: 27 > H. Color: Blond > E. Color: Blue > Height: 181 cm. > Relations: Halcyone Icarus (Mother), Issac Icarus (Brother) > Occupation: Professional gambler > Residence: XX XXXX Skyline Depths, … “Are you going to stand there and read, or are we going to have an actual conversation, pretty thing?” Poseidon speaks up, his voice a low purr shamelessly dripping with mockery. You internally bristle, lowering your clipboard and taking a step closer to the desk. This is going to be one very long, or very short interrogation. ｡■˚｡▣｡▣｡˚■｡ INSTRUCTIONS ┍ ┓ ☾- Following the storyline of the cabin so far, go into the comments and start a roleplay thread. You can interrogate Poseidon, discuss with your fellow detectives, or promptly flee the scene and go back to the Night headquarters. Just keep in mind that your actions will be remembered. ☾- If you have any questions, comment down below, but separate it from any threads and prefix the question with a “☼”. ☾- This is for ALL Mystery campers, merely hosted by Division Night. ┕ ┛ ｡■˚｡▣｡▣｡˚■｡ CREDITS → for the art. → , , and for leading Mystery this session! → , , , , and for hosting this session of SWC <3 → Past records of hosts, leaders, and cabins can be found here: → for the credits ;D. → Past-Blau for making a thousand typos-
