Araris Valerian he/him Posted April 27 Posted April 27 Night 3: Caught Empty-Handed Writeup to come. Patrick @Fizz9 has been executed! He was an Innocent Explorer. Night 3 has begun, and will end at 8PM Pacific Time on Monday, April 27. Don't forget to submit a night action. Vote Count: Fizz (6): Fizz, Star, Doc, Miss Fallen, Striker, Verdance 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 @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
Doc12 Posted April 27 Posted April 27 (edited) Remember! If you're the hero, you've already won, and you can really help us narrow down who might have the gun! So Striker is a lying liar who lies. Good to know I'm not the hero, and I swear that I don't have a gun. It's very fortunate for us that the gunners keep admitting they have the gun right before they die, as otherwise we wouldn't have any way of knowing we were even on the right track. So five suspects, and four people who cannot have the gun (Akimiko, Conure, Qian, Mippo) We could do the following plan again, but one suspect would not have a cleared player to follow, and Striker has already said he's not doing that anyway. I want to say it's still a good idea, even though I was the only player this plan actually cleared and everyone still suspected me anyway? I'm still willing to follow someone to have my action accounted for. I've got nothing else to do, and the chances for getting an item isn't high. Edited April 27 by Doc12 1
StrikerEZ he/him Posted April 27 Posted April 27 7 minutes ago, Doc12 said: So Striker is a lying liar who lies. Good to know I shan’t apologize. Lying is fun. 1
Miss Fallen she/her Posted April 27 Posted April 27 Also not the hero and I don’t have the gun either. I still think the rest of us should follow each other around like ducklings 1
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
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