Whoa! I take back my point of Zar Peter, and point atFleeing Cowardinstead.
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Whoa! I take back my point of Zar Peter, and point atFleeing Cowardinstead.
Claiming spots to sleep for the night doesn't begin until the beginning of the first Night Phase. Any claims before then won't be counted.
Brian Talman wakes up slowly and looks around. Fortunately the Soyer's voice is kind enough to fill him in.
"Again? Seriously? Didn't I just go through this not too long ago? Obviously not long enough."
The young man sighs before grabbing his trusty video camera and turning it on. "Not sure why I'm here. Not even sure why I'm alive. Maybe I've been given a second chance to fix things? I'm going to look around. See if that phantom character or magician is here. I'm having trouble remembering their names. A side effect perhaps?" Brian shakes his head. "Wonder if they still have that library?" He gets up and checks his backpack before heading off in search of the hidden library he once found. Perhaps it would be of interest toThe Bookwormover there. If he could be trusted.
*points at Mustiado for some reason*
Skeeter, being the young pug puppy he was, pokes his tiny nose out of his hiding place and whines a bit before going in search of food. He makes his way to the kitchen, hoping that one of his long gone owners had returned.
"Hey there's a room here full of cake! A Cake room? Ah, it's probably a lie anyway."
Andre wanders across the hall.
"A room full of mirrors."
The next room has a very large door, and the handle is over six feet off the ground. He hears the rattling of chains and a low rumbling roar. And the what sounds like an asthmatic bear breathing.
"I'll skip that one. My rapiers only do piercing damage..."
The next door frame was nicely carved from an antique... teak? Is antique teak a teak or is it a teak antique?
He opens the door and finds a game room - multiple tables, billiards, ping pong (conveniently next to a keg of beer) and tables with miniature terrain and minature armies.
"Hmm. I wonder if there's a casino in here, or some kind of strip club."
Andre continues to wander.
"What's this? A library? Quick, Brian, is it? Fill me in! Maybe with books I won't go mad. Well, as mad, anyway." Quoth Miss Alice Harlan, the town librarian who had found herself in the manor.
"Well there was one... ah. Here it is."
He opens the doors to the regular library. Brian could swear he heard a book slam shut and something move at the far end, but a closer look indicates there isn't anyone else here.
Right?
Brian starts looking for that hidden library entrance he found over a year ago.
"A library! There really is one! Remarkable!" Alice begins settling in. Despite the ominous aura, she feels quite at home due to the stacks of books. Then she notices Brian searching.
"Brian? What are you looking for?"
Frederick, a stocky fellow with a shock of grey hair, had already found the kitchen and was raiding it. If he was going to be killed horribly at the hands of a lot of unholy abominations (or possibly by the Fears), damned if he wasn't going to enjoy himself a little first.
Then a dog came in. Maybe it could tell the difference or warn him in advance, he thought. Animals were good at that sort of thing, right? He finds a good soup bone and crouches down, holding it out. "Here, boy. Fred's not gonna hurt you. Got something for you, see?"
His first instinct would beFleeinglike aCoward, but he had a feeling that wasn't going to be an option here. Surely they weren't going to let him walk out the front door...
Victoria wanders around, a bit nervous and jumpy. "Ello? Is anyone in here?"
She hears some muted voices coming from another room but doesn't trust that she knows the direction. "Creepy old place," she mutters and continues to look around.
Retaliatory point atGeesifor now :smalltongue:
Skeeter notices the nice man with the soup bone and wags his tail happily. Running up to Fred, smiling, he eagerly takes the bone and starts to gnaw on it.
Sheelah, rests her head against the bars of her cell. Her wings in tatters. She didn't know how she got here, wherever here was.
Whoever owned this place, they had destroyed her beautiful wings. All she wanted, was to go home. *Tummy growls* How long had she been in here anyway? Two, three days? A tear rolled down her cheek.
Sheelah is trapped in the Master Bedroom, hidden behind a secret door.
I thinkFleeing Cowarddid it.
Skeeter, at first busy at chewing up the bone on Fred's foot looks up and growls at the canister.
Grrr.....
Kristi sighs a bit and reaches up to adjust the wire frames of the glasses she wears, frowning slightly. She crosses her arms behind her back and backs away from the others, regarding the assembled crowd a bit she tilts her head a bit, smirking softly.
"Fears eh? Note that fear is instinctual... primal if you will... it is said that we have nothing to fear but fear itself... to overcome this manor, we need merely overcome ourselves."
She nods, smartly "Clearly then, the more primal amongst us are those that need to be removed first... if we need to decide whom to remove, then those most refined must stay... the blenders are those most likely to be lost within the houses' reality, for they have no sense of self... Shadowhisper is one such risk..."
((Edit: Decided to go after a non-Roleplayer :P))
((Don't have time for RP))
Point atFleeing Coward.
Vote change: because I didn't realize someone was already pointing at Fleeing Coward.
Jontom Xire.
I'm going to point out to those that pointed at me, out of the 4 times I've been lynched on day 1, I've been villager twice and mason twice.
(Yes, I know past record has no influence on current games but I wasted the time creating a spreadsheet of my roles so I might as well use it :smalltongue:)
:smalleek: Stop trying to use my statistics against me :smallfrown:
Wolfbane, we're having enough troubles trying to take care of ourselves without having to need to worry and care about a lil' thing like that.
Let's hope I don't invoke the rule of cute, though.:smalleek:
How can you vote for the guy on the left? :smallfrown:
Yes, that is the real Skeeter. :smallbiggrin:
Uncle Festy
Not one for conversation, and certainly not one to pass up an opportunity to explore, Odysseus Munditty rushed off to the second storey of the Manor. Apparently everyone else thought it better to stay in the safety of the first floor, not Munditty, He flew up the stairs five steps at a time. Some may have called it strange that he did this, but the majority decided to call it odd. One coined a nickname that would stick Odyseeus Munditty.
"Hey man, whats the rush? ... Oddity?"
Oddity didn't mind the nickname, personally he thought that it gave an insight towards his character. Talking to himself as he went, he muttered about the scale of this staircase, with what seemed like and endless number of stairs in a repeating geometrical pattern (a square), Oddity thought he would never reach the top.
Unfortunately for this sprightly individual, he did.
"what do we have here?"
On the wall lay a very disturbing message:
We Will Find You.
We Will Kill You.
"I'm outta here!"
It was only when he was back in the comfort of the crowd did he notice another figure descending the staircase, obscured in a cloak they were quickly lost...
((Coplantor for the random))
Murska, as usual.
I distinctly remember DD being a Fear powerrole last time around anyway. :smallconfused: Then again, I just might be stupid.
Jontom Xire, as usual.