*thread bump*
Yeah, this should have started by now...
Still need at least 7 more players. The game won't work with less than 24 total. More than 24 will make it more fun, but that's the minimum.
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*thread bump*
Yeah, this should have started by now...
Still need at least 7 more players. The game won't work with less than 24 total. More than 24 will make it more fun, but that's the minimum.
I'll join, as a math nerd
Go Pythagorean theorem.
Haven't seen what this is based on but it looks fun. I'm in.
I'm in, if it's still open.
Aw, heck. I got a fever, and the only precription... is more Werewolves!
I'm in.
In if there is still space
HI, due to financial difficulty I am losing my internet access, hopefully this will be sorted soon but until it is I have to withdraw from all games, sorry
Robert Blackletter
Singing up
wheres my cookie? aka in.
I still want it though.
Well, with Robert Blackletter having to withdraw (sorry to hear about losing your 'Net access btw), that means we need one more player and then I'll start the game.
Oh, and since I did promise
*hands cookie to DS7*
...
*hands cookies to other players as well*
Yessssss... I love cookies.
I could play myeviltwin brother Carl as well.
But he looks just like you, how can we tell you apart, you ask?
*Holds index finger, slightly crooked, up to his upper lip.*
I don't have a moustache.
Edit: Zanshin doesn't normally talk about himself in the 3rd person. Only the first, and sometimes when in the grocery store alone the 2nd, for example: "Do you need those cookies? Yes you do."
Away for three days for a school camp. Please don't auto.
AND I'M THE LAST ONE TO THE TABLE! :smallcool:
edit - Get that ball rolling DA
Well greetings but i wasn't aware of this table you speak of.
Okay, recruitment closed, role PMs should arrive shortly, followed by the opening narration.
A circle of hooded figures are seated round a table.
“Sisters, are you all prepared?”
“Yes, mistress.”
The figure in the ornate mask glances around at her companions.
“You seem ill at ease.”
One of the figures nervously raises her head.
“Well... it’s just... I mean, their reputation...”
“...is immaterial. We will make them conform. There will be Order.”
One month later...
The start of a new term at St. Trinian’s School for Young Ladies. As its headmistress, Camilla Fritton, remarked “it’s like D-day with pigtails, only with more weapons.” Miss Fritton is currently in her study however, talking to Annabelle Fritton, the Head Girl.
“I suppose you’re wondering why I asked to see you, Annabelle?”
“Yes, auntie... sorry, Miss.”
“I have received some.. troubling information, Annabelle. An old friend has told me about a little secret society. They want to straightjacket us with their ideas of how a school should work.”
“We’ll be ready for them, then.”
“Ah, but I’ve been reliably informed that they are here already.”
Meanwhile, out in the entrance hall, St. Trinian’s life continues as normal. Girls are chatting, a new girl is hauling her trunk up to the next floor with a rope over the banisters and straight down the stairwell, students are being checked for weapons at the main doors, and the Twins have set up a table to sell TNT insurance.
Suddenly, there is a bang from upstairs – hardly an unusual occurrence – and some papers float down. Some of the nearby girls pick them up.
“Hey, look at this.”
A small crowd forms to examine the strange symbol on one of the pieces of paper.
“Looks like a design for a tattoo.”
“Yeah, or, like, a ring, or sumthin’”
One of the girls glances at the rest of the sheet.
“What’s all the writing?”
“Dunno. Looks like some kind of code.”
One of the older girls pushes her way through the crowd.
“I know that symbol. They were after me before.”
“What’s it mean then, Nikki?”
“Sorority of Order. Humourless killjoys. Just want everyone to do what they’re told. And there’s a whole bunch of new girls this term. My guess is they used that as cover to sneak in. They’re trying to bring us down from within. We should-”
At this moment, the trunk the girl was hauling up the stairwell drops back down and strikes Nikki on the head, knocking her out. The injury looks bad. A glance upstairs reveals the owner of the trunk has disappeared.
Tasroth was struck by a falling trunk and needs serious medicalattentionalcohol.
(S)he was Nikki – the Narrator.
Day 1 Begins!
Lexi runs through the entrance, her short red and white cheerleader skirt flouncing as she bounces happily through the entrance. Give me a "C". she cheers, followed by a disembodied: "C" Give me a "D". "D"
She stops at the sight of Nikki lying comatose on the floor. Hey, is she alright?
Not waiting for an answer, she runs to the stairs. Give me a "4". "4" What's that spell!? No one answers.
Ramsus for being 17th.
Miang sitting there watching stuff on the Internet hears the commotion. Man, every time she wants a bit of quiet, more freaking noise. She wonders if it's going to constantly be this loud here or if it's just because everyone is moving in. "Dang flea-bitten -word for female dogs-, I wonder if they'll ever stop their barking."
Edit: Whoah....that wasn't even a revenge point....I just got ninja'd by someone voting for me while I was voting for them...eery
Natali (dotted with a smiley face) stares at the wreck of the trunk as they haul Nikki away. She pats herself absentmindedly, and not finding what she's looking for, she slides off her backpack and searches through that.
"There it is." She pulls out a piece of paper and reads it. She looks back at trunk, then back at the page.
A minute passes.
"Nikki was supposed to be my room-mate. I wonder if that means I get a single now." She walks up the stairs.
Oh yeah, she almost forgot something...
Tydude, for sure.
SpoilerMy =randbetween(1,24) in EXCEL gave me 21.
Edit to add a name.
"CD4!" Gina responds, bursting out of a nearby classroom to glomp Lexi. "OhMyGodLexiIHaven'tSeenYouForeverWhereHaveYouBeen ?!"
Qwaz for the random.
Gina!! Much bouncy cheerfulness ensues. You're hear too? Why didn't you tell me? My family went to the Italian Alps for the summer. We went skiing. And I met this cute hunk. His name was Adrian. He taught me how to snowboard. And we ate authentic pizza together. Oh, and we went sailing on his little boat. She smiles brightly. It was just the best vacation, evar!
Natalia roughly shoves her way between Gina and Lexi(lex-kat) and grumbles something about the two of them getting a room and not blocking the hallway
What's all the racket about? I just got out of (VA_)bed(s)
*points at Horoar*
For ze day 1 random.
"Always so noisy..." Lin is walking through the corridors on her way outside, to get away from most of the hassle. "Wonder how many people need their cures this year."
Damn noisy students. Oh, Lexi's(Lex-Kat) here. Glee. :smallannoyed:
Aemoh. :smallsmile: