Ren second post (rp training style)
Lilium had begrudgingly accepted the slice of cake while mumbling underneath her breath. Alma already knew she will try the cake regardless. Since her mother had an accident, Alma had to pull double duty to raise her. In all these years, not once has he complained about the situation or felt he was over his head. Additionally, not once has he taken another woman to fill the missing role, no matter who or how many women offer themselves to him. “I told you~ MMmm the texture and the sugar! Heaven to Betsy I love this cake.”

Alma does not show of being cognitive of their competition for his attention. He simply goes along with the flow and tastes every food they offer him. From dessert to the main dish, to the side dish and so on, Alma happily eats whatever they place before him. “Alma, my daughter is single and she’s in her mid 20’s. You should give her a try, especially since your daughter now 18, nothing is holding you back!” Alma politely waves his and shakes his head with a smile on his face. “That won’t do, I’m a taken man you know.” Of course, this is his go-to response, and he’s referring to Lilium mother whose proclaims dead to the world.

Lilium places her hand on Alma's head, checking if he is sick and suggests he needs to go on a diet. His cheeks puff into a pout as he glares at her. “Don’t be so mean to meee~ I’m in the best shape of my life!” While no one looking, he feels at his side and stomach to check on his weight. His eyes are downward and begin declining food.

He lets out a long sigh and looks around the room, taking note of the entrances and the exits. He patrols the dining room, for anything that might be noteworthy to the game later. Although this stops once he sees some young men approaching his daughter. From this point, he changes into to Father Mode. He approaches the young men that get too close to Lilium and merely stand behind them, not saying a word. He gives out a threatening aura and the boys awkwardly, walks away and put distance between them. “If they can’t stand being near me they don’t deserve you, my beautiful daughter. Plus, they were all ugly. You need someone whose big and beautiful to protect you~ Like… me! Yes, if you can find someone who is like me, I will give them my approval~”

“How did my beautiful daughter get so many ugly words. It has to be from your mother side.” Alma chuckles at Lilium with a smile on his face. It seems he is used to his daughter verbal as the women crowds around him, making him try their dish. Lilium appears to have enough and tells them to leave him alone. Alma simply sighs and looks at his daughter without saying anything. The drawn grin never left his lips despite everything.

“You shouldn’t be so much, instead you should be looking for information~” His words are express as normal but perhaps there is a hidden meaning. If Lilium looks, no one is roaming the room anymore. There are three doors in the dining room, there is one in the back that leads to the kitchen, not too far from there is another door that leading to the hallway. Within the hallway is the bathroom, a door leading to the kitchen and a back storage room. Finally, there is the last door that leads to the lobby and the entrance. If you count the number of people, there are 26 people present with a large table with food in the center. Alma looks at his daughter and says “Oh, that right, I have a pie in the kitchen.”

As Alma leaves, no one moves from their position and simply go on what they are doing. One detail that’s noted is no one is moving from their position, they’re not roaming or anything. Suddenly, the light goes off! Incoherent shouting can be heard in the darkness in confusion. If Lilium had Perception, she could of gather additional information. The only thing she can make out is her dad from the kitchen shouting “what going on, why are the lights out?”

Once the lights come on, there is a high pitch scream. The older woman who tried hooking Alma with her daughter lay on the hardwood floor, in a cover of blood. Well, if you look closely it is fake blood. Alma comes out, rubbing his elbows. and pretends to be shocked, “Oh myyy.” He comes to check on the body, he puts his finger on her neck to the check her pulse and shakes his head. “She’s dead. He gets to his feet and whispers into his daughter's ear, “By the way, you’re the license genius detective in this game.”

As Lilium ask who was the last person to have seen the woman, everyone raised their hand but Alma. One of the guys leans down to check the body and look at the “wounds”. “Hm, if you guys look, they’re stab wounds and they have come from a low angle.” He points at the wound and show how the cuts are longer from a lower position. Alma releases a gasp and an oh my.

“So, during the blackout, the killer went underneath the table and begin stabbing? I don’t see any weapon nearby, so the killer must have it on their person! Everything must empty their pocket and personal belongings” A few people complain in saying it’s an invasion of privacy but comply anyway. The only thing that came for potential weapons was an army knife, a nail manicure, and a pocket watch. However, none of them was cover in blood nor did they fit the cut holes. They were either too big or too small. “Oh great detective, only you can solve this case!”

Of course, just as Lilium asks who seen the victim alive, everyone raises her hand… Including herself. Alma chuckles briefly before turning back into his normal face, trying to stay in character. He watches his daughter browse the belonging and she suggests Alma do something disgusting.

He releases a sigh and then nods his hair character. He pats everyone down and the women giggles from him touching them. “If this was all we had to do to get you to-“ Alma his hand to stop her. Clearly, he is not enjoying this. “I’m a taken man.~” His usual line but the women still eager for their pat down. Once finished, he shrugs his shoulders. “I couldn’t find anything that could be deemed as a murder weapon.”

As Lilium goes underneath, there is no knife or some sort of murder weapon that was ditched. However, the floorboard has cracks in between them. If Lilium would grab one of the knives, they wouldn’t fit in between. A male who is also helping examines the body, he moves the body over to find blood on the floorboard and can drip down the cracks. “Hm, the murder weapon doesn’t seem to be on anyone. Did they not ditch the weapon under the table or in the room? We might have to check the other rooms perhaps?” If Lilium listens carefully, she can hear a faint pounding noise in the hallway.

“Oh but I'm finished, Lily. I couldn’t find anything on anyone.” Everyone stands around, waiting for Lilium result of underneath the table. The knife tip is able to go through, but no further because the handle is too thick to go any further. Everyone in the room begins muttering in trying to figure out what happened. “Did the killer run up to the victim and begin stabbing? How did the killer go rid of the weapon? The windows are too far for the killer to throw the weapon without being noticed, even in the dark.” Most of what they mutter is useless and nowhere near close to figuring how it happened. The male from earlier speaks, “Who had a motive to kill her?”

From the sounds of it, Lilium sounds frustrated on discovering clues. Alma crosses his arms over his chest and seems to be thinking about something. It seems the wall is too great from Lilium, as she can’t figure out where the murder weapon and begin pointing fingers. “Now Lilly, just because I had eaten your pudding the other day doesn’t mean you can have a hissy fit. There is lots of pudding here. Besides-“ Alma raises his arms, giving an open invite to anyone in the room.

“However, if you think I’ve done it and have the murder weapon on me, check me. However, during the blackout, I have an alibi. Have you forgotten my beautiful and innocent daughter of mine, I was in the kitchen. I cannot see in the darkness like everyone here, to kill the victim with a knife or something, I need to be cover in blood. Are you suggesting that I had run out in the darkness where I cannot see; I stabbed the woman, and then ran back into the kitchen while somehow getting rid of the blood? That much too messy and an ugly method.” Alma tilts his head looking at his daughter, poking holes into her logic while everyone muttering to one another. “Yeah, that’s a pretty insane method and impossible one.”