Mad Science! WW

[Fortuna]

In. Just because.

[Teron]

Maybe it's because I'm tired stupid, but joining a complicated WW variant with all of one prior game half a year ago ago under my belt feels like a really good idea at the moment.

In, if that's all right.

[The Cyberwolf]

Shouldn't this have started already?

[Thufir]

It's scheduled to start this week. I still have 3 and a bit more days.

[The Bushranger]

Is there perhaps room for one more?

[Strategos]

I'll sign up if there's space left.

[Thufir]

OK, I'm putting finishing touches to some of the rules (Which will be edited into the first post). Just need to write the opening narration and determine roles, so the game will probably start tonight.
This is your last chance to sign up! You know you want to! *Surreptitiously fires mind control ray*

Edit: Recruitment closed. Be sure to look at the additions made to the items spoiler.

[Thufir]

You wake up, feeling rather woozy, on a hard wooden floor. You try to remember what happened. You signed up for that scientific testing, yes, and they took you into the testing facility, which was... where was it... well, anyway, they took you in, and then... something happened? Looking around, you see many other people looking just as confused as you. They seem somehow familiar – presumably they were the other test subjects... although surely there were more when we went in? This looks like only maybe 30 people?
Your surroundings appear to be a fairly ordinary flat, with some rather unusual adornments. The walls are covered in pieces of paper detailing complicated equations and diagrams:

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Not to mention post-it notes with random thoughts, theories, arguments and reminders to sleep. Oh, and a couple of strange contraptions you can’t identify. One of them is identified by a post-it as a ‘Prototype flaggellighaerotube’, with a further post-it labelling the ‘Anti-noskathone dissipation grilles. Very important.’ Finally, you see a collection of logos:

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Some of which, you recall, were listed as satisfied customers of the research company you signed up for the tests with.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, your attention please.”
Turning to face the mirror (Also covered in equations), you see this man:

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“My name is Mr. Ralph Pocketwatch.” He pronounces his forename ‘Rafe’, in keeping with his somewhat anachronistic appearance, “I am the head of Hawat Science, the leading research company with which you signed on to take part in certain tests. The primary elements of the testing – genetics, brain mapping and imprinting - have been completed, with even less harm to the test subjects than we anticipated. However one of my colleagues, an eminent social scientist, devised this final test. Having been granted certain abilities in the course of the other tests, you are now trapped in here, unable to identify one another. Most of you are indeed our surviving test subjects. A few, however, are a Hawat research team here to observe you.”
“What do you mean, ‘surviving’?! The paper we signed said no significant harm would come to us!”
“It also specified, in the fine print, that none of you were in fact considered to be significant. As such, any harm to which you came was not considered significant either.”
“You sick-”
Overcome with rage, one man leaps forward, grabs a chair and swings wildly at the complacent scientist standing in front of him. To your surprise, his head caves in and he topples sideways to the ground. Crowding in to get a closer look, you are startled by a voice suddenly echoing around you:
“Merely a clockwork simulacrum. I am not so foolish as to present myself to the retributive violence of such people as you. Especially given some of the talents we granted you. However, you seem to be grasping the basis of this test. Each day, you must decide amongst yourselves which of you is to die. Each night... well, each night, you each have your own particular abilities, unless we forgot to give you any, in which case I’m afraid you must simply pray to survive. To enforce this process, each night the research team will also kill one of you, thus granting a more significant sense of urgency to your daily decision. Should you dispose of the research team, you will be reimbursed in full, and released. Should you die in the course of the test, your body will be used for further medical experimentation. Your first day begins now. Have fun!”

Thufir's automated proxy was smashed. He was Ralph Pocketwatch, the Narrator.
Day 1 Begins now and ends in about 57 hours.

The items you may search for today are: Any of them.

[Fortuna]

Strategos, randomly determined from the player list.
Flaggellighaerotube Activation Switch would be a good thing to have, I think.

Also, I will edit this post to be IC if people want.

[Kroy]

Murska, because he's never on your team.
Aperture Science Hand-held Portal Device, because we do what we must because we can.
Spidermech Remote Control

[Reinholdt]

Let's find that Spidermech Remote Control. And build an army of mechanical spiders! With Jet Packs! And laser eyes. EIGHT LASER EYES! MWAHAHAHAHA!!

The Cyberwolf might now a thing or two about cyber spiders.

*notices Kroy's signature...*
Wait... what?!

[Strategos]

"I say, things seem to have turned out rather poorly haven't they?"" Says the man in the faded suit with a British accent. "I suppose this will be the last time I ever sign up to help a Watermelon out with his experiments." He wanders over to one of the post-it-notes and examines it closely. I say, this Zero-Point Energy Field Manipulator thingamabob looks useful, what do you think old chap? He asks PirateMonk

[Kyouhen]

You really should follow your own signature Kroy, I'm getting mixed messages.

Also ZYDRATE! Gimmegimmegimme!

[Eloel]

Targeting billtodamax, because apparently, I'm not targetting him enough.

Aperture Science Hand-held Portal Device, I'll use the orange on.. Ah, why would I want to tell the crowd?

[Mustiado]

Holy crap.

Wonderflonium Case, please.

For my Freeze ray. Not an Ice beam, Right Johnny Snow?

[The Cyberwolf]

The young man, fresh out of college, glanced nervously around the gallery. He liked the look of that Phlebotinum in Jar C. Brushing down his hair to cover up fox ears, a side effect of the experiments, he shivered. Reinholdt gave him the creeps...

[Lex-Kat]

Clara sits in a corner of the room, her knees pulled tightly against her chest. Invisible. I'm invisible. she thinks to herself. No one sees me. I'm not here.

She begins to rock slightly, humming a tune to herself.

cd4

Anti-noskathone dissipation grilles

[Castaras]

Imprint Wedge

Kroy

[cd4]

I can see you Lex-kat, wait do I see a Mind control ray?

[Istari]

The cyberwolf and I'll be looking for the Mutant injection for SCIENCE!

[lostlittlebear]

Istari! Have you seen the spidermech remote control?

[Murska]

Random_person for choosing randomly from the playerlist.

Has anyone seen my Aperture Science Hand-held Portal Device? I get the feeling it's going to be useful this game.

[Calamity]

Murska because I think Random_person is just trying to live up to his name.

I shall be searching for the Spidermech Remote Control

[billtodamax]

Murska for above me-ness, Disruptor

[Saint Nil]

When Luke joined the FBI, he wanted to do good in the world, unaware of the corruption and politics that seeped through every agency. Luke had spoken out one to many times, which was why he had not only been assigned the most dangerous missions but also on the fast track to removing his corrupt partner Marcus Ruthford. He had been taken bribes, running guns, and using his status to control the underworld.

Luke had been assigned the mission and told that the paperwork was all taken care of. Whether Marcus did this or his peers can't read, either way he had work to do.

He looked on the floor and saw a LostLittleBear a child had lost. No matter how he was put here, he needed to stop these scientists before they could harm the rest of these people.

He looked at the schematic of a Zero-Point Energy Field Manipulator. Such a weapon would be useful in this crazy situation.

(Point randomly determined by the lowest post on the topic review)

Clara sits in a corner of the room, her knees pulled tightly against her chest. Invisible. I'm invisible. she thinks to herself. No one sees me. I'm not here.

She begins to rock slightly, humming a tune to herself.

Luke will softly walk over to the girl and gently place his hand on her shoulder.

Are your alright miss?

[Aemoh]

*points at Saint Nil*

For ze random (better known as the person above me )

Search for Spidermech Remote Control

[Murska]

Murska for above me-ness, Disruptor

Billtodamax you liar! Lying liar!

[Thufir]

Just to be sure no-one's confused: If I didn't specify a win condition in your role PM, and you're not part of the Science! Team, your win condition is to eliminate the Science! Team. And of course the Science! Team's win condition is to eliminate everyone else until numbers are equal, blah blah normal wolves blah.

@Lex-kat: The anti-noskathone dissipation grilles aren't a usable item in this game, so I'm assuming you meant the flaggellighaerotube activation switch.

[DarkLightDragon]

*DLD shrugs*

Well, Murska, there's more than just him pointing at whoever pointed before them.

*DLD mumbles and wanders off. She glances restlessly around the room*

This is all so confusing... Perhaps an Aperture Science Hand-held Portal Device would assist us in this most dire predicament...

[Murska]

Hey, come on, that's the fifth time I'm being lynched in the span of a few game-days. (in different games but eh.) And I was lynched three times recently already. Plus first day in Classic. I did survive two of the lynches via items after being outed as a wolf and the third was a nightkill but the narration said 'lynched', though.