Archer

We usually do a game with the anon accounts and/or more complex rules sometime in the summer. Lots of fun!

I was messing around with google surveys for a while. It never occurred to me to just have a public editable spreadsheet. Policing edits might be difficult, but that's something to look into if we ever run it back. I think a future version would probably have voting options of +2/-1/-2/-3 only, to avoid elim coordination being so effective. Honestly the mechanic I'd most like to see repeated is penalties for being in the bottom three, rather than voting being all or nothing. Perhaps some sort of priority-based item distribution where your ability to get upgrades is improved by the amount of trust you've earned. More like two elims were stuck in a house with Aman. But you survived uncaught! Thanks folks, I had fun running this! Probably the last SE I'll do until the big summer game.

MR76 Aftermath: Fiendfyre Ministry of Magic Building, Level Nine “I wonder how many orbs there are.” The troupe of Death Eater students skulked through the Hall of Prophecy. Their leader shushed them. “Pay attention to the labels. We need the one by Sybill Trelawney.” Pali was pretending to fence with her wand. “I wanted to fight someone. Why’s it so empty?” “The Ministry is busy shutting down Hogwarts. The messages you sent while polyjuiced as Dumbledore worked better than expected.” Sitting atop the leader’s head, the Sorting Hat harrumphed. Leokadius flicked its nose. “Why’d I have to steal this thing, anyway?” “Because you let it read too much of your mind.” Ahead of them, a boy with a red prefect badge waved them over. “Found it!” “Don’t touch that, Forest!” The student in the Sorting Hat rushed to the shelf. “Only those the prophecy’s about can touch the orb.” “Then how we gonna steal it?” “Our Master will aid us.” The leader produced Ravenclaw's Diadem. “Part of him, anyway.” He used the diadem to gently push the orb off of its pedestal. The mist inside swirled angrily. "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…” · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · @Through the living Wahr, @Through the Living Ink, and @Frozen Mint were Death Eaters! The elim team has won! To everyone who embraced the new format, who engaged with the setting, and who did their best to solve (some for the first time): thank you for playing! A special shoutout to my IM @A Jo in the Bush and to our pinch hitters who graciously stepped in. And congratulations to the elim team for a clean sweep! One more thing... · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · The Death Eater students stood in the Hall of Prophecy, transfixed by the words of Sybill Trelawney as they poured from the orb. “Born to those who have thrice defied him…” “Merlin’s crying, I’m the only thing that should be scrying!” The Sorting Hat jumped from the leader’s head. It landed on the prophecy orb, sucking it into its pocket dimension. “Give it back!” Pali poked the Hat. “Crucio!” The Hat convulsed, but refused to relent. “Crucio! Crucio!” “We’ve overused that spell,” snapped the leader. “We’ll have to burn it out. Pestis Incendium!” A line of fire jumped from his wand. It coiled around the Hat, taking the form of a boa constrictor. The fiendfyre let out a high pitched hiss as it squeezed. “THAT’S ENOUGH, CEADACH!” Into the Hall stepped Severus Snape, flanked by Jarry and Siannain. The students carried boxes of scrolls and file folders. “What are you doing here?” asked the littlest Leo. “Dumbledore called it ‘correcting the record’,” Jarry said, making air quotes with his fingers. “I think we committed white collar crime! Are you guys evil?” “You’ve done well, Ceadach,” Snape said, rolling up his sleeve to reveal a snake and skull tattoo. “I can take it from here, but I need the Hat intact.” “So the rumors are true.” Ceadach flexed his matching tattoo. “But why are you running errands for Dumb-as-a-doorknob?” “Just a pretense.” “Then you won’t mind if I Avada Kedavra!” Siannain fell to the ground. Without breaking eye contact with Ceadach, Snape pressed his wand to Jarry’s ribs. “Avada Kedavra. Give me the Hat.” Jarry fell. The Sorting Hat screamed as the fiendfyre burnt its leather. “Fine.” Ceadach ended the spell. “Just make sure we get proper credit for our contribution. In think I deserve extra, extra credit.” Snape was non-committal. The Death Eater students eventually Apparated back to Knockturn Alley to celebrate a job well done. As soon as they left, Snape resuscitated the Hat. “Are you alright?” The Sorting Hat caught its breath. “Into peril, we’ve been led like sheep. The bare truth is darkness taints him. But not foreseen by the wolf in the deep, We dare use their own tricks against them.“ · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · TUM was NKed! Hopper was exed! Both were Loyal Students! @|TJ| was also a Death Eater student! · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Cycle Five Raw Votes Cycle Five Outcomes Players Docs Elim Doc Dead Doc Actions Log: Elim Voting ISO: GM Thoughts

Ministry of Magic Building, Level Nine “I wonder how many orbs there are.” The troupe of Death Eater students skulked through the Hall of Prophecy. Their leader shushed them. “Pay attention to the labels. We need the one by Sybill Trelawney.” Pali was pretending to fence with her wand. “I wanted to fight someone. Why’s it so empty?” “The Ministry is busy shutting down Hogwarts. The messages you sent while polyjuiced as Dumbledore worked better than expected.” Sitting atop the leader’s head, the Sorting Hat harrumphed. Leokadius flicked its nose. “Why’d I have to steal this thing, anyway?” “Because you let it read too much of your mind.” Ahead of them, a boy with a red prefect badge waved them over. “Found it!” “Don’t touch that, Forest!” The student in the Sorting Hat rushed to the shelf. “Only those the prophecy’s about can touch the orb.” “Then how we gonna steal it?” “Our Master will aid us.” The leader produced Ravenclaw's Diadem. “Part of him, anyway.” He used the diadem to gently push the orb off of its pedestal. The mist inside swirled angrily. "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches…” The cycle is now closed.

Cycle Five: The Phoenix The phoenix screeched and shuffled on its perch. Hagrid stood in his hut, hunched over a basin, scrubbing red stains from his fingertips. “Never seen him so agitated.” At the table, Dumbledore was counting coins. “Here’s thirty Sickles for a job well done.” “You don’t usually pay me. You feeling alright, Mr. Dumbledore?” “That’s right, you’re the loyal hound. You’d do anything for this school.” “I’d do anything for you, prolly.” “Then do me a favor and stab the man about to walk through that door.” Fawkes squawked irritably. “I beg yer pardon?” Dumbledore raised his wand. It was a crimson stick that bent strangely in the middle. “Imperio.” · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · The Man from the Ministry of Magic banged on Hagrid’s door. “You can’t hide from me, Headmaster!” He held the Drake Fairy by the collar, and tightened his grip as she tried to slip away. Inside, Fawkes was crowing like a banshee. “I caught this one using unregistered Artefacts! She doesn’t even have the Trace. Let me-” Hagrid opened the door and thrust a kitchen knife. The Man ducked. “Expelliowwww!” The Drake Fairy stomped on his toe and pulled away. With a mirthful leap, she jumped out of the realm. Hagrid slashed again, cutting The Man’s ear off completely. “Immobulus!” Bleeding heavily, he tackled the brute, falling into the hut. There was no one else inside. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Forest liked the forest. He’d been ecstatic when the Headmaster hand-selected him for this Important Mission. He consulted the map, squinting in the dim light of sunset. “I swear the route keeps changing.” He turned left, then left again, and suddenly arrived. The cave entrance was ringed by stalactites that jutted down like teeth. “Hello?-oh-oh-oh.” As he crept through the darkness, his foot hit something soft. A fluffy creature lay on the floor. Forest felt wool, matted by a sticky liquid. An enormous presence stepped in front of the cave entrance, nearly sealing it entirely. It sniffed loudly. A flicker of flame lit up the cave. “Expecto Patronum!” A small voice from outside made the dragon turn around. Orry stood alone, white light spilling from his wand and slowly collecting into the shape of a bear. The dragon grabbed Orry in its claws and leapt skyward. Forest heard his screams as he was dropped a hundred feet. Twice, for good measure. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Cycle Five has begun! This Cycle ends on Sunday April 5th at 20:00 EST. Votes: Outcomes: Drake/Aman was NKed! They were a Loyal Student. Grass/Ver was exed! They were a Loyal Student. Students:

This cycle is now closed.

That's called being crepuscular! I think they shortened the period of time during which posts auto merge! We're near the halfway point of the cycle!

hey if you want to keep RPing, don't let me stop you! But now you can PM and vote and do all the regular things as well. And not be accosted by ghosts.

Cycle Four: The Snitch “Are you nearly finished?” “I told you, I can’t do it when you’re rushing me.” The banging on the door got louder. “Okay, okay, I’ll be right out!” Sox rolled up his newspaper and went over to the sink. He could hear two voices in the hallway bickering about Ravenclaw and diadems. “There’s plenty of other washrooms, y’know,” he muttered as he opened the door. Outside were two students. One was wearing a familiar brown wizard’s hat. “You found the Sorting Hat!” “The Room of Requirement can be literally anything.” The leader avada kedavra’d Sox with a casual flick of the wrist. “And you didn’t even flush.” He closed the door and reopened it, revealing an entirely new space filled with shelves of trinkets. He called out to his partner who was dragging the body down the hall. “I need a day or two. Begin the final distraction.” · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · A single firework burst over Hogwarts Castle. The Man from the Ministry of Magic (four butterbeers deep and counting) had never been happier. “I’m so proud of you, Vera!” His daughter flew a victory lap around the arena, holding her golden prize aloft. Then her broomstick twitched, and rocketed straight downwards. There was an audible crunch. “I’m shutting this school down!” · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · This cycle ends at 20:00 EST on Friday April 3rd. You may now return to normal gameplay. Votes: Results: Coco was exed! They were a Loyal Student. Mippo was NKed! They were a Loyal Student. (If you're a ghost, shoo - get back in your doc)

no game talk, just RP

A quaffle bonked Ory on the head

Cycle Four: The Snitch Dumbledore cocked his head, as if listening to a noise only he could hear. “It seems our worst fear has come true.” “Another student death?” “Worse. An education inspector.” He looked to Madam Hooch. “I need a Quidditch match now.” “But we haven’t had tryouts! And the arena needs cleaning-” Dumbledore knocked on his desk. Out popped a secret drawer that held an empty bottle of whiskey and an hourglass necklace. “This will grant you a few hours to prepare the pitch. Grab anyone who can fly and make some teams!” As she opened the doors to leave, a man in black robes stepped into the office. “Department of Magical Law Enforcement! Administrative Registration Department, Academic Misconduct Task Force! My daughter tells me there’s reason for concern!” “You must be Vera’s father.” The Headmaster smiled awkwardly. “I was just going to watch the game, would you care to join me?” · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · “These students look forced to be here,” scowled The Man from the Ministry of Magic. “Where’s their fan spirit?” Sitting next to him in the front row, Dumbledore handed him a second butterbeer. “You know I played Beater in my fourth year?” The Man shook his head. “Strong stuff! Before the match starts, I just need to ask you some questions.” “I’m not sure there’s time…” “Was there a corpse in your pipes?” “Of course that’s not right.” “Did Leo actually choke?” “Just a practical joke.” “Is there a basilisk loose?” “No, that’s a mistruth.” “Was there a fall from a spire?” “Do you think I'm a liar?” “Is there underage drinking?” “What on earth are you thinking? Of course there is! That’s what turns boys into men.” The Man clinked glasses with Dumbledore. “I knew Vera was overreacting. You can prove the students are alive and well, I trust?” “Oh look at the time!” The Headmaster quickly held his wand to his throat. “WELCOME TO THE FIRST QUIDDITCH MATCH OF THE SEASON!” Hovering on her broom, Hooch threw the balls in the air. The grey wizard pumped his fist. “FLY, YOU FOOLS!” (April fools, specifically) This is an exclusively roleplay round. link to actual results

This cycle is now closed. To make up for last time, the next cycle will be up in 30 seconds.

Correct, I randomly decide which Obliviate goes first. I resolve all Obliviates in random order, then move on to the next spell type in the order.

No one is informed of anything related to spells. Happy to confirm in GM PMs that orders were received, but I won't say anything further.