Fun House! (A Werewolf Game - Now Playing)

[Supagoof]

(sigh) WHEN will people ever learn?

Nobody reads his sig. Ever...

[Deathslayer7]

*goes to read*

hmmmm. That doesnt bode well.

[Fawkes]

Shadow might have lied?



Luckily, I'm a villager, and I don't really care who knows it.

[Xykon_Fan]

((...

Don't tell me anyone actually told him much.

...

Seriously?))

The psychotic abductee finally drops his act. He straightens up, looks around, sniffs the air, and then bounds off to find out where that scent of meat came from. Finding its source, he bites into the substance, seconds later realizing it was the shoulder of Wolfbane already.

Well...at least I didn't do any, y'know, long-term damage...what with you already being like me and all. The question becomes, who among our number is abusing their gift?

[UncleWolf]

What the hell was that for!
*stabs Xykon_Fan with a cotton candy stick*

(and so it begins)

[Istari]

Luckily, I'm a villager, and I don't really care who knows it.

Villagers rule *highfives*

[Wreckingrocc]

Yeah! *Holds hand up*

...

*Looks around*

...

*Backs away slowly*

[Xykon_Fan]

You smelled like food!

XF grabs a nearby abnormally-sized-lollipop (ASL), licks it, and places it on Wolfbane's back, where it firmly attaches to every hair.

He grins mischievously, obviously forgetting that was not a killing or incapacitating blow.

[UncleWolf]

*takes off ASL. Grabs X_F's head and puts it into the cotton candy maker*
There, that should hold him for a sec.
(you forgot that I am wearing a vest)

[Xykon_Fan]

(Not anymore)

XF licks his face, begins to jitter slightly with all the sugar intake, and then (using his new burst of energy) throws Wolfsbane into the taffy puller.

Faced with a sugar crash, XF collapses into a deep and defenseless sleep on the ground.

[Vampiric]

Villagers rule *highfives*

"Villager-Five!"

Whu-psh.

[Uncle Festy]

Lavidor.
RP to come.

[Fawkes]

I forget. Are we still on day one?

[Wreckingrocc]

Yes.

Pay attention.

[Alarra]

I forget. Are we still on day one?

til tomorrow morning.

[UncleWolf]

*climbs out of the nonworking taffy puller and ties K_F up until he looks like a mummy*
Hmmm, where whould I put him?

*Tosses K_F into the hall of mirrors and lock the door after wandering around and leaving*

[Heroic]

random point at mechafox

[Xykon_Fan]

*climbs out of the nonworking taffy puller and ties K_F up until he looks like a mummy*
Hmmm, where whould I put him?

*Tosses K_F into the hall of mirrors and lock the door after wandering around and leaving*

XF stands behind wolfsbane.
Thanks for getting that stupid K_F guy out of the way. Now we can keep on fighting.
He proceeds to bake cookies.

...

Menacingly.

[UncleWolf]

XF stands behind wolfsbane.
Thanks for getting that stupid K_F guy out of the way. Now we can keep on fighting.
He proceeds to bake cookies.

...

Menacingly.

Did I really type K_F ?
crap
I'm tired, give me a break. I'll change it now. so thanks.
Or I could leave it the way it is if you give me a few dozen cookies.

[Aether]

((Wait, is this a blind game one where the Wolves don't all start out knowing each other?

Do the Wolves know each other or not? And who's in charge again-- Zeb or Alarra?

Gah, this RP is making it frustratingly difficult to try and pierce together any pattern... Ugh, Happy Fun Time House of Mirrors, indeed...))


Just keep running, just keep running--- Aether spots a tree up ahead, pockets his can and lighter, and climbs it, barely slowing down at all, and takes cover in the branches. The rest of the carnival is just ahead, only a couple meters away, but no one's really going to be looking for him in the trees, even if he's easily within sight.

Okay, time to think. Step 1; calm my paranoia--was that a "mundane" muder, or a supernatural one? A picture of Reinholdt with a gun comes to mind. ... I should never be forced to inject enough Horror Fiction Tropes slash Cliches into life that I'd start to consider supernatural murders as a possibility. And to think I left the circus because I worried the animals would go berserk. Reinholdt seems actually relatively reasonable and if it weren't for my phobia and suspicion I wouldn't mind the guy; instead, here I am stuck on a tree. Maybe I should've listened to my parents instead of familiarizing myself with what feels like every fiction cliche in existence. Of course, I'll never know now, because I didn't hear the parts my parents said when I wasn't listening.

Enough! What are my options? What do I know? Zeb had a gun. I heard one shot from Zeb's trailer. The hinges of the door, which opens inward, were destroyed and the door simply fell inward when I threw a rock at it. Because it was late, I didn't have anything important on the trolley besides food so no waste there. The wall of the trailer was destroyed. There was blood on the floor, signs of a struggle, a beard.. and a severed hand on the floor. Nota prop or glove--all too real. I didn't hear or notice anybody inside.. or anything on the way there. Too bad I didn't take a picture with my cellphone; if it's a mundane murder, giving the crook the chance to backtrack and hide evidence is baaad, while if it's supernatural, having proof of what kind of attack it was isn't as 100% important as informing the right people as fast as possible. Hmm.. Maybe I should call the police?

With a disgrunted sigh, Aether begins to reach for his cell phone before-- "Ah! Nonononono... you almost got me there. I've seen this before; reach for something you need, and..." ...and you either end up dropping it somewhere for a tense moment of "will I get killed if I go for it?" or you end up getting ganked and cut off at the worst opportunity possible. Still I could at least check to make sure I have my cell... carefully.

As Aether begins to reach for his pocket, an owl makes itself known by hooting very loudly too close to his head, ruffling its wings, and flying off into the night.

"..."

He begins to reach for his pocket again when -- a murder of crows flies right through his tree, quite a few passing before him.. a bit too close for comfort. Screw this, I'm getting my flamethrower together again, next thing that tries to psyche me out can burn in hell, along with Green Peace and PETA!

Now with his legs keeping a death grip on his branch Whadyaknow, my acrobatic skills DO transfer well into the carnival scene! he has just enough time to take out his lighter and spray can and smirk before a bat tangles itself in his hair for his effort.

I SWEAR TO GOD IF I GET THROUGH THIS I'M GOING TO CARRY AROUND EVERY SINGLE THING VAMPIRES ARE SUPPOSED TO BE VULNERABLE TO!! HP Lovecraft has nothing on this shi--Ah, ahAWCHOO!

The combination of screeching in his air, wriggling in his hair, furious scratching, sudden sneezing fit and sudden loosening of his grip causes him to overbalance and end up swinging upside down hanging on to the branch. Needless to say, his cell phone, kept in buttoned down front pocket, is the first, and only, thing to go.

"I'm definitely in a horror movie. All I can hope for is that I'm not in Scary Movie 4 and can die with some dignity." At least I still have chicken. I am so freaking sick, of these freaking burds, in this freaking tree. And now for something completely different.

That's it, screw the rules, I have lame pop culture references! I'm dropping down and getting to the only person with any sort of defense in this whole place; the Amazing Sniper Cat, Rrrreinhoooldt! I last saw him at Sheelah's... place, so I'll start there. But first... Swiftly reorienting himself, Aether switches his makeshift "flamethrower" for a set of brass knuckles and secures a switch knife to his cuffs, ready to palm it into his hand at a moment's notice.

Can I see where my cellphone landed? ... Of course not, that would make sense. Alrighty, here I go, if I run into that cop before Reinholdt, I might stick to him instead... He hits the ground running for the center of the carnival, no longer even bothering to complain that he managed to land on his cellphone in the process, simply being grateful he hadn't slipped.

[Reinholdt]

((Hey. Some of us didn't trust Shadow. If the rest of you want to, it's your carnival.
^ Having the guy with the gun as your friend is a good thing necessity in horror stories.

Stupid internet broke just before I posted this... Oh well, it's back.))

Sheellah stumbles out of the cage. She sits up and immediately hugs Reinholdt. Paldies. Paldies. Paldies. She kisses him.

He will see her wings start to flap, and feel her suddenly shudder. She drops him, and falls to her hands.

Reinholdt freezes a little as Sheelah hugs and kisses him. "Ah. Hugs and kisses," he thinks to himself. "My old arch-enemies. I'll find a way to be rid of you one day. You win this day, though, because now is not the time."

He watches as she tries to fly, before collapsing. "All right, then, we'll do it the hard way." Reinholdt lifts her up onto his back. "Come on. We're getting out of here." He starts to head out of the tent, Sheelah in tow, keeping an eye out for any workers. Especially the big top meanie, Shadow.

[Fawkes]

The petting zoo boy (We'll call him Steve Jimmy) kicks the llama to make it giddyap. After a few trots around the petting zoo, he decides to pick up some speed. The llama runs faster and faster until Jimmy steers him toward the fence.

"C'mon, llama! Jump the fence! Jump the fence to FREEDOM!"

He kicks the llama to speed up, and holds on tight to its fur. The llama runs and jumps, soaring over the fence!

"Ha ha! Screw you, Ingo!"

Jimmy pets the llama.

"Good boy. Let's go get some candy apples."

[Alarra]

Zeb and Alarra are both in charge. And this is not a blind game.

[Indurain]

"You know, just because the rule says don't trust Shadow, it doesn't mean we shouldn't not trust Shadow. Me, on the other hand, I'm just a superfreak...superfreak...I'm superfreakaaaah."

[Xykon_Fan]

Did I really type K_F ?
crap
I'm tired, give me a break. I'll change it now. so thanks.
Or I could leave it the way it is if you give me a few dozen cookies.

*Gives cookies to*

Truce? Or should I put away the antidote to the arsenic?

[Fawkes]

Me, on the other hand, I'm just a superfreak...superfreak...I'm superfreakaaaah."

You're a very kinky girl?

[Jontom Xire]

Looks like I'm just in time to point in this game. How it got to four pages before I even saw it, I don't know.

I think my fiancee's getting miffed how much time I've spent on here, so...Murska for old times sake ;)

[banjo1985]

The really bad chainsaw juggler waves a bloody stump at Mechafox.

[Zar Peter]

Zeb and Alarra are both in charge. And this is not a blind game.

Oh yes, it is!

I'm blind, I'm blind!!!!

[Mrs Banjo]

An excited young girl barrels into the carnival, knocking over, hap hazard.