Qianweilian He/him Posted April 27 Posted April 27 I'm still nervous that it isn't actually scenario 2 and the elims are laughing.
Conure1243 He/Him Posted April 27 Posted April 27 I lost sleep at night trying to plan my action, and basically ended up imagining just a chain of people all following this person who's following this person and so on and so forth. At 3:00 AM, it was hilarious. Anyways, I'm trying to plan a move for tonight. Anybody got a suggestion for the sake of coordination?
Verdance he/him Posted April 27 Posted April 27 (edited) Doc is once again asking for the hero i am once again pestering my GM for items. Edited April 28 by Verdance
Araris Valerian he/him Posted April 28 Author Posted April 28 Just a bit over 2 hours to submit an action for the night!
Doc12 Posted April 28 Posted April 28 (edited) Verna glided through the beautiful, lightless corridors of the house, her skirts scarcely making a sound. Lo! ’t is a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Ballrooms and kitchens, chapels and gardens. Bedrooms connecting to dining halls, kitchens connecting to libraries. No human mind had plotted out this house. The house had put itself together, knowing only rooms but nothing about human sensibilities. A house shattered into fragments and put back together by itself. She walked and walked, sometimes running into the others, but mostly alone. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly— Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Wo! Brax, eyes closed in ecstasy interposed with eyes closed in eternal sleep. Patrick, riling the assembled into a mob shouting her name. Patrick, crying as he pulled out the smoking gun, and dropped it. Verna stepped from a dying garden into a charred room. From an abandoned laboratory to the graveyard. Still she did not find the room she sought. But see, amid the mimic rout, A crawling shape intrude! A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes!—it writhes!—with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued. Paranoia and terror. Madness and despair. The human condition she'd thought she'd left behind when she entered these doors. Finally. she stepped from a trophy room full of gaudy, unreadable plaques and faded awards to a room that was nothing but sets of pews and a small lectern. The chapel. She thought of her childhood, lonely and shunned. Of the high hopes and crushing disappointments of her youth. Of learning of a place beyond mortal ken, where the eldritch would supersede the mortal, where instead of the grimy, dirty fears of the human condition, there would be something else, something new. She had sought an escape from the world. The world kept intruding into the house. Verna sank down to the floor, leaning against the cold stone walls, reciting the last lines to herself. Out—out are the lights—out all! And, over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, “Man,” And its hero, the Conqueror Worm. (Conquerer Worm, Edgar Allan Poe) ---------------------------- Okay, so. There's to be no coordination then. No announcing who we're going to follow, no carefully laid plans. Just a free for all? I suppose I'll hunt for items tonight. If anyone wants to follow me, declare it, and I will confirm you if we're both alive in the morning. @Miss Fallen what are your plans? Edited April 28 by Doc12 2
Verdance he/him Posted April 28 Posted April 28 1 minute ago, Doc12 said: Verna glided through the beautiful, lightless corridors of the house, her skirts scarcely making a sound. Lo! ’t is a gala night Within the lonesome latter years! An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in tears, Sit in a theatre, to see A play of hopes and fears, While the orchestra breathes fitfully The music of the spheres. Ballrooms and kitchens, chapels and gardens. Bedrooms connecting to dining halls, kitchens connecting to libraries. No human mind had plotted out this house. The house had put itself together, knowing only rooms but nothing about human sensibilities. A house shattered into fragments and put back together by itself. She walked and walked, sometimes running into the others, but mostly alone. Mimes, in the form of God on high, Mutter and mumble low, And hither and thither fly— Mere puppets they, who come and go At bidding of vast formless things That shift the scenery to and fro, Flapping from out their Condor wings Invisible Wo! Brax, eyes closed in ecstasy interposed with eyes closed in eternal sleep. Patrick, riling the assembled into a mob shouting her name. Patrick, crying as he pulled out the smoking gun, and dropped it. Verna stepped from a dying garden into a charred room. From an abandoned laboratory to the graveyard. Still she did not find the room she sought. But see, amid the mimic rout, A crawling shape intrude! A blood-red thing that writhes from out The scenic solitude! It writhes!—it writhes!—with mortal pangs The mimes become its food, And seraphs sob at vermin fangs In human gore imbued. Paranoia and terror. Madness and despair. The human condition she'd thought she'd left behind when she entered these doors. Finally. she stepped from a trophy room full of gaudy, unreadable plaques and faded awards to a room that was nothing but sets of pews and a small lectern. The chapel. She thought of her childhood, lonely and shunned. Of the high hopes and crushing disappointments of her youth. Of learning of a place beyond mortal ken, where the eldritch would supersede the mortal, where instead of the grimy, dirty fears of the human condition, there would be something else, something new. She had sought an escape from the world. The world kept intruding into the house. Verna sank down to the floor, leaning against the cold stone walls, reciting the last lines to herself. Out—out are the lights—out all! And, over each quivering form, The curtain, a funeral pall, Comes down with the rush of a storm, While the angels, all pallid and wan, Uprising, unveiling, affirm That the play is the tragedy, “Man,” And its hero, the Conqueror Worm. (Conquerer Worm, Edgar Allan Poe) Edgar Allen Poe is undoubtedly my favorite poet. Nice choice, excellent RP. Harley peeked around the corner. “Ma’am, is everything okay? I understand that this is a lot, but- pardon my bluntness and jumpin’ to conclusions, we already have several murders and don’t need any extra bodies on our hands, if it’s not too rude to insinuate.” 1
Stardust She/Her Posted April 28 Posted April 28 Mabel felt conspicuous. Everyone was watching her, weren’t they? She didn’t want this… “You want to draw a card?” Mabel jumped. It was Verna, sitting behind her, holding out the deck of cards she had received from Brax. “S-sure,” Mabel said, trying to slow her pulse. Stretching out a weathered hand, she selected a single card, looked at it, then tucked it away in her pocket. “Thank you,” she said. Standing up, she used her cane to make her way out into a hall. Looking both ways over her shoulder, Mabel reached into her coat pocket and pulled out the card. Talons. A great claw, closing around a figure. Sharp, phantom pricks of pains around her side. She held the gun in her hand. Was she the hunter? Or the one caught in its grip? There was one she could kill with little suspicion falling on her. Mabel set out in search of Verna. The gun was smoking- already it had begun to burn the tips of her fingers. A voice called out to her as she stalked through the halls- Brax’s, she thought. “Do it!” he called. “Save yourself! It’s the only choice!” Patrick’s voice rang through her mind as well. “Do it.” He was more reserved than Brax, but still the message was the same. “It is your life or theirs. So you must choose yours.” Mabel could feel herself weakening, giving in. She wanted to listen. They were those she had thought she could trust… She arrived at the room. Verna was sitting, shuffling Brax’s cards as she so often did. Mabel was up higher, hiding behind a potted plant. There did seem to be many of those around the House. “DO IT!!!!” Brax and Patrick cried in unison, their voices intertwining. Mabel loaded the gun, aimed, and… Verna looked up and met Mabel’s eyes. Mabel jerked back, shocked. Verna looked between the gun and Mabel, clearly piecing everything together. Then she nodded. A choice. Mabel panicked, running towards the kitchen. “NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” This one wasn’t in the voice of Patrick or Brax, but of the gun itself. “YOU MUST KILL.” Talons. The grip of the gun, slowly tightening. Verna was a friend. Could she really do this? Gain an edge. The gun felt heavy in her hand, weighing her down. The screams in her head grew louder, and she almost wanted to give in, to kill. Lose a life. In that moment, everything was clear. Time slowed and Mabel made her choice. Her choice, for once. Raising the gun to her head, she wondered if she would have the courage to- Bang. ______ Well, if you couldn’t tell, I have the gun! (I mean of course I do, stupid irony). As I said before, I am not going to kill anyone tonight. I thought about it a lot, and in the end, I just couldn’t kill anyone. Yes, this means I am really bad at SE. No, I don’t care. Next time I play, I will not be self-sacrificing like this if I do become an elim, but for this game… I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I’m gonna be honest, my original plan was to kill Doc- who has been one of my strongest supporters- and feign innocence, hoping that my previous two rounds would make you guys trust me even more. But I couldn’t kill anyone. And I hate lying, so I just couldn’t kill anyone. This means that the gun could literally be with anyone, so I hope you guys have fun figuring that out. I’ll see you in the next game, and may you all have the best of luck. To mirror Fizz’s statement from yesterday, Better to go down a loyal friend than to kill my friend. 5
Verdance he/him Posted April 28 Posted April 28 4 minutes ago, Through The Living Star said: Mabel felt conspicuous. Everyone was watching her, weren’t they? She didn’t want this… “You want to draw a card?” Mabel jumped. It was Verna, sitting behind her, holding out the deck of cards she had received from Brax. “S-sure,” Mabel said, trying to slow her pulse. Stretching out a weathered hand, she selected a single card, looked at it, then tucked it away in her pocket. “Thank you,” she said. Standing up, she used her cane to make her way out into a hall. Looking both ways over her shoulder, Mabel reached into her coat pocket and pulled out the card. Talons. A great claw, closing around a figure. Sharp, phantom pricks of pains around her side. She held the gun in her hand. Was she the hunter? Or the one caught in its grip? There was one she could kill with little suspicion falling on her. Mabel set out in search of Verna. The gun was smoking- already it had begun to burn the tips of her fingers. A voice called out to her as she stalked through the halls- Brax’s, she thought. “Do it!” he called. “Save yourself! It’s the only choice!” Patrick’s voice rang through her mind as well. “Do it.” He was more reserved than Brax, but still the message was the same. “It is your life or theirs. So you must choose yours.” Mabel could feel herself weakening, giving in. She wanted to listen. They were those she had thought she could trust… She arrived at the room. Verna was sitting, shuffling Brax’s cards as she so often did. Mabel was up higher, hiding behind a potted plant. There did seem to be many of those around the House. “DO IT!!!!” Brax and Patrick cried in unison, their voices intertwining. Mabel loaded the gun, aimed, and… Verna looked up and met Mabel’s eyes. Mabel jerked back, shocked. Verna looked between the gun and Mabel, clearly piecing everything together. Then she nodded. A choice. Mabel panicked, running towards the kitchen. “NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” This one wasn’t in the voice of Patrick or Brax, but of the gun itself. “YOU MUST KILL.” Talons. The grip of the gun, slowly tightening. Verna was a friend. Could she really do this? Gain an edge. The gun felt heavy in her hand, weighing her down. The screams in her head grew louder, and she almost wanted to give in, to kill. Lose a life. In that moment, everything was clear. Time slowed and Mabel made her choice. Her choice, for once. Raising the gun to her head, she wondered if she would have the courage to- Bang. ______ Well, if you couldn’t tell, I have the gun! (I mean of course I do, stupid irony). As I said before, I am not going to kill anyone tonight. I thought about it a lot, and in the end, I just couldn’t kill anyone. Yes, this means I am really bad at SE. No, I don’t care. Next time I play, I will not be self-sacrificing like this if I do become an elim, but for this game… I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I’m gonna be honest, my original plan was to kill Doc- who has been one of my strongest supporters- and feign innocence, hoping that my previous two rounds would make you guys trust me even more. But I couldn’t kill anyone. And I hate lying, so I just couldn’t kill anyone. This means that the gun could literally be with anyone, so I hope you guys have fun figuring that out. I’ll see you in the next game, and may you all have the best of luck. To mirror Fizz’s statement from yesterday, Better to go down a loyal friend than to kill my friend. Good luck in the next game :3
Doc12 Posted April 28 Posted April 28 (Chronologically takes place before Verna runs to the chapel) Verna had found Mabel sitting against a wall in a disused corridor. Without waiting for an invitation, she sat herself next to the woman. Mabel jerked up, some expression on her face - was that... guilt? Verna leaned back, not saying anything for several moments. Beside her, Mabel fidgeted with something. "You could have said something," Verna said, finally. Mabel opened her mouth, closed it. Verna shook her head. "Prepared to die to save a friend consumed...That is rare, and heartbreaking. I do not regret Patrick's death, but I see the toll it took on you. It should not had been asked of you." Mabel smiled, weakly. Verna reached into her pocket, drew the deck of cards. "Draw one, my dear?" Mabel took the card, tucked it away, and scurried off. Verna didn't see what she had drawn. Verna watched her leave. It was a sad truth of the world that even the most innocent will eventually shatter. Verna leaned back against the wall, closed her eyes. It wasn't a new realization, that she might die in this house. Verna had expected it when she walked through those doors. The darkness, the madness... that was beautiful too, in its own way. It was just... That bright star, clouded by shadow and fear... Verna shook her head, looked up at a potted plant. Smoke rising behind it. She turned back around, closed her eyes. ______________________________ So yeah, Star confessed that she had the gun to me. For a game based on Betrayal, there sure is a lot of loyalty going around and not a lot of backstabbing. I told her that she could shoot me, and I wouldn't tell anyone before I died, but if she did not, then I would tell everyone tomorrow, and let her make that choice. So. It's a surprisingly thematic game, huh? All three holders of the Gun dying in regret, only Star choosing not to shoot it even though she wasn't designated a Hero. Star, you're a hero in my heart, no matter what Araris or Coco might tell you A well played game to you, and can't wait to play with you more in the future! 4
Miss Fallen she/her Posted April 28 Posted April 28 People are way too nice this game, and I love that. We’ll miss you Star. K. Tims heard the shot ring through the House. Yet, unlike with the other deaths, that feeling of malevolence did not creep further into her bones. No, the House seemed… frustrated. And K knew that this was not a murder. The adventurers were not splintering and fracturing as it seemed to desire. No, they were still selfless, bound together from that first moment around a campfire, sharing s’mores. K resisted the urge to stick her tongue out at the walls around her for a moment, then gave in. With a smirk, she kept searching, a bounce in both her steps and yo-yo that hadn’t been there before. 1
StrikerEZ he/him Posted April 28 Posted April 28 Huh. Looks like my suspicions from earlier in the game were prophetic. Thanks for the valiant sacrifice Star. Hopefully future gun holders don't feel the need to continue this trend we've got going on of sacrificing themselves over and over again. Also it would be really funny if Star just shot someone else anyway. 3
Verdance he/him Posted April 28 Posted April 28 1 minute ago, StrikerEZ said: Huh. Looks like my suspicions from earlier in the game were prophetic. Thanks for the valiant sacrifice Star. Hopefully future gun holders don't feel the need to continue this trend we've got going on of sacrificing themselves over and over again. Also it would be really funny if Star just shot someone else anyway. Idk if i win. If i get the gun im letting yall know in my book, i only win if i obtain the legendary unkeyed goldmind :3
Araris Valerian he/him Posted April 28 Author Posted April 28 Day 4: An Unsung Hero Mabel felt conspicuous. Everyone was watching her, weren’t they? She didn’t want this… “You want to draw a card?” Mabel jumped. It was Verna, sitting behind her, holding out the deck of cards she had received from Brax. “S-sure,” Mabel said, trying to slow her pulse. Stretching out a weathered hand, she selected a single card, looked at it, then tucked it away in her pocket. “Thank you,” she said. Standing up, she used her cane to make her way out into a hall. Looking both ways over her shoulder, Mabel reached into her coat pocket and pulled out the card. Talons. A great claw, closing around a figure. Sharp, phantom pricks of pains around her side. She held the gun in her hand. Was she the hunter? Or the one caught in its grip? There was one she could kill with little suspicion falling on her. Mabel set out in search of Verna. The gun was smoking- already it had begun to burn the tips of her fingers. A voice called out to her as she stalked through the halls- Brax’s, she thought. “Do it!” he called. “Save yourself! It’s the only choice!” Patrick’s voice rang through her mind as well. “Do it.” He was more reserved than Brax, but still the message was the same. “It is your life or theirs. So you must choose yours.” Mabel could feel herself weakening, giving in. She wanted to listen. They were those she had thought she could trust… She arrived at the room. Verna was sitting, shuffling Brax’s cards as she so often did. Mabel was up higher, hiding behind a potted plant. There did seem to be many of those around the House. “DO IT!!!!” Brax and Patrick cried in unison, their voices intertwining. Mabel loaded the gun, aimed, and… Verna looked up and met Mabel’s eyes. Mabel jerked back, shocked. Verna looked between the gun and Mabel, clearly piecing everything together. Then she nodded. A choice. Mabel panicked, running towards the kitchen. “NO, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” This one wasn’t in the voice of Patrick or Brax, but of the gun itself. “YOU MUST KILL.” Talons. The grip of the gun, slowly tightening. Verna was a friend. Could she really do this? Gain an edge. The gun felt heavy in her hand, weighing her down. The screams in her head grew louder, and she almost wanted to give in, to kill. Lose a life. In that moment, everything was clear. Time slowed and Mabel made her choice. Her choice, for once. Raising the gun to her head, she wondered if she would have the courage to- Bang. Come morning, the other explorers found Mabel's corpse. Other than the rather conspicuous head wound, the most noticeable aspect of the body was its total lack of color, as if her very essence had been drained away. Among the remaining survivors, admiration for Mabel's sacrifice clashed with an ever-present suspicion of the others present. The gun that had killed Mabel was once again nowhere to be found. Someone had picked it up, certainly, but who would be left holding the weapon come nightfall? Mabel @Through The Living Star has been killed! She was an Innocent Explorer. Also, the writeup is entirely Star's writing, so go upvote her original post from Night 3. Day 4 has begun, and will end at 8PM Pacific Time on Wednesday, April 29. There will be a majority execution this cycle. There is no vote minimum, and ties will be decided randomly. (Note: Obligatory disclaimer that the flavor portion of writeups don't necessarily reflect the game's scenario, actions taken, or the lack thereof) Player List: Spoiler @___ as Mr. Monopoly, who is looking to redevelop the House Through the Living Wahr as Warren the wisp-followed - Innocent Explorer Fizz9 as Patrick, a friendly neighborhood smith - Innocent Explorer Through the Living Star as Mabel, who is secretly not a grouch - Innocent Explorer @Akimikoisthecutest as Talasin the journalist @Qianweilian as Randal Boar, who might be really lost @Doc12 as Verna, a writer enamored by the House Mist as Brax- Innocent Explorer Frozen Mint as Luminair, a disciple of Aralis - Innocent Explorer Divergent as Archie - Innocent Explorer and proto radiant @Miss Fallen as K. Tims, yoyo artist extraordinaire @Conure1243 as Liam @StrikerEZ as Variel the dark and funky @Verdance as Harley, a secretary with a detective complex 2
Verdance he/him Posted April 28 Posted April 28 Harley was in the courtyard, digging up something that a map he had found hidden between the pages of an old book had shown. He abandoned the task when yet another gunshot rang out, and was the first to find the body. No. The room seemed to be isolated, and anyone who could have killed the victim would have had to pass Harley. He quickly checked any hiding places. “So it’s suicide, is it,” he said, just as the next explorer arrived. I have found an item. Not the goldmind, unfortunately. Oh, well.
StrikerEZ he/him Posted April 28 Posted April 28 I have also found an item, but I will be keeping the identity of said item secret. Also, what if we just didn’t vote on anyone this cycle? Let the Gods of Luck and Chance decide who’s going out next.
Conure1243 He/Him Posted April 28 Posted April 28 Yeah... Is there even any way to guess who could have the gun?
Qianweilian He/him Posted April 28 Posted April 28 31 minutes ago, Conure1243 said: Yeah... Is there even any way to guess who could have the gun? No.
StrikerEZ he/him Posted April 28 Posted April 28 I mean, the guessing is the same as any other guess at the start of a game: completely random. Unless someone wants to come out and claim it. Or unless someone notices a drastic change in another player’s behavior. But considering no one is voting on anyone yet, I’m gonna throw a vote on Miss Fallen as I think they usually would have responded by now and haven’t yet for some reason.
Miss Fallen she/her Posted April 28 Posted April 28 That’s fair, but Tims has been busy building a boot sculpture. K. set the boot she found their second night in the house on top of a nice pair of sneakers. She had gathered all the shoes she could find in the House’s impressive entryway, and her sculpture of a yo-yo was almost complete. For the finishing touch, she added the new boot found on last night’s explorations. It looked like it could use some friends, but none of them quite matched. In all seriousness, I’m just gonna say I don’t have the gun and add a poke vote to Akimiko. @Akimikoisthecutest 1
Akimikoisthecutest Posted April 28 Posted April 28 30 minutes ago, Miss Fallen said: In all seriousness, I’m just gonna say I don’t have the gun and add a poke vote to Akimiko. @Akimikoisthecutest Hi? I'm sorry that I've been really busy and likely shouldn't be playing in this game but.... I can't have the gun....
Verdance he/him Posted April 28 Posted April 28 Uh can akimiko have the gun? Is that possible? If not, Fallen.
StrikerEZ he/him Posted April 28 Posted April 28 I see no reason why Akimiko couldn’t have the gun. Star died with it last night, so no one voted for her, which means any of us could have the gun right now. The only thing I can think of here is Akimiko misunderstanding the Hero rules and thinking they can’t have the gun if they’re the Hero. But have they even voted on anyone in the past? I can’t remember.
Doc12 Posted April 28 Posted April 28 (edited) Today's exe will be weird because its essentially going to be random. We've got nothing to go on. No reason to vote on Fallen, but no reason not to vote on her either. Activity level wise, Akimiko has been pretty much absent. I assumed she was confused about not being able to have the gun as she didn't vote as she did not pay attention to last night's events. Everyone else's activity seems... consistent with the past few days? I like Ver from PM interactions this day. Haven't had any PM interactions today with Striker or Fallen so haven't noticed anything different yet. Qian's here. Mippo and Conure haven't posted. They haven't joined the exe in the past couple days either. Striker seems a little more active than before, but that started last night so it's not indicative of anything. Honestly, I'm fine with exeing a less active player if we're just going random. Akimiko has said she's busy and shouldn't be in this game anyway, so I'm fine with giving her an out while we don't have anything to go on. Edited April 28 by Doc12
Verdance he/him Posted April 28 Posted April 28 Erm. I guess that logic makes sense, I haven’t seen akimiko active very much either so Akimikoisthecutest Votes: Akimiko: Fallen, Doc, Verdance Fallen: Striker
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