Well, the moment you've all been waiting for. The game thread of The Fears of Pegasus Manor. Everyone double-check the rules, there have been a few additions and clarifications, hopefully nothing too damaging. Good luck to everyone and have fun!
Chapter 1:
(I will be putting these at the beginning of every day. They have no bearing on the game, it's just extra story fluff for your viewing pleasure. Comments are welcome, but keep them to PM's, the game is about you guys, not me.)
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Gabrielle slept, alone this time. Brandon was off on a ghost hunt, which probably meant he was wandering around a rickety old house with five or so others hoping to find something out of the ordinary. Max, as per usual, was taking up as much of the pillows as he possibly could.
Something else stirred in the darkness. It slid along the floor, unseen. It slowly made its way from room to room, like it was making sure there was no one else in the apartment. Finally, it came into the bedroom. Gabrielle stirred a bit, jostling Max from his spot. His ears perked, perhaps he sensed that something was off, but the problem with cats is that they’ll give the same response to a moth as they would an axe murderer. He yawned before laying his head back down. Gabrielle murmured a bit in her sleep and a smile crept across her face. She was lost in one of her few pleasant dreams.
The presence gathered at the foot of the bed. It was waiting, watching. It had a purpose, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t enjoy itself first. It slithered along the floor, slowly, coolly, gathering at the head of the bed.
Gabrielle sighed and rolled to her side. The presence stopped for a moment, coalescing. A shape started to form, a man. Gabrielle remained oblivious, lost in her dream.
Lukas adjusted his glasses, smiling to himself. He watched her sleep, walking around the bed, taking in every angle, watching the way her chest rose and fell.
Pleasant dreams? He noted the smile on her lips. He knelt down, face-to-face with Gabrielle. Hmm…let’s find out.
He reached out, just barely touching her forehead. His fingers seemed to sink into her, as if touching her mind. He closed his eyes, seeing Gabrielle’s dream.
Oh! Pleasant dreams indeed…
Lukas withdrew from her mind, smiling to himself. I’m surprised, Miss Sena. I’ve heard those scars don’t ever heal well enough for that. He chuckled softly. But, I’m afraid your pleasant dreams are at an end.
His form started to dissolve back into the presence, pooled where he had just been kneeling. It slid back to the foot of the bed, climbed the post, and settled there at the edge. There was a malevolence building in the air, nearly filling the room.
The presence spread out over the bed. Finally perturbed enough to be roused, Max leapt to the floor. Gabrielle’s sleep slowly became less peaceful and more fitful. She rolled over again, pushing the thin blanket off of her body, revealing the pale skin of her legs and thighs.
The presence thickened, now it could clearly be felt in the room. It seemed to be growing stronger as Gabrielle’s sleep became more troubled. She let out a small moan as her dream changed, her dream lover becoming an attacker, a pleasant mental liaison with Brandon becoming a violent nightmare.
As the nightmare reached its peak, something seemed to shift. The presence faded, but so did Gabrielle. Wherever it was going, it was taking her with it. Soon, they were both gone.
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Gabrielle bolted awake, drawing in air with terrified gasps.
Just a dream…
But something was wrong, she awoke on the floor, and to make matters worse, this wasn’t her apartment. She was in a large room, some of the boards were rotting or torn out. A darkness seemed to penetrate every corner of the room, from the small bed she found herself lying in to the boarded windows. Wherever this was, it wasn’t home.
This has to still be a dream…
She looked around, but in the darkness she couldn’t see anything.
I’ve still got to be dreaming…
A giggle sounded somewhere in the room. No, my dear, you’re not dreaming. This is all very real. The same giggle, it sent a shiver up Gabrielle’s spine. And it’s only just beginning…
Day One:
What happened?
Why are you here?
The questions fill the minds of some as they explore their new surroundings, almost unsure whether or not to believe what they're seeing, what's happening to them. Others still had reasons to be here: missions of hope and salvation perhaps, or an attempt to prove themself in the eyes of others, or just plain morbid curiosity. Whatever the reasons, you are all stuck here now, victims of whatever power holds sway over the Pegasus Manor.
Everybody stands in the darkness of the main room as the voice fades away. There is a distinct chill in the air even though it’s summer. Every so often, out of the corner of your eye, you think you can see a shadow move. It flits in an out of your vision, leaving you unsure that you’d seen anything at all. Somewhere down the cavernous hallways a creeking sound is heard. Another voice, different from the booming malevolent one that you heard earlier, seems to whisper into the hall.
…welcome
…are you here to entertain me?
The words seem to flow directly into your mind. A few look around wildly, trying to place the new voice.
…it’s been soooo long since I’ve had new prey
There’s a throaty laugh. It would almost sound seductive, if it didn’t also sound so predatory.
…will you scream, like she did?
The sounds of a woman screaming fill your ears. From the sound of it, she’s obviously in some kind of great torment, though you try not to dwell on what, exactly…
…will you beg, plead for your life?
That laugh again. It sends a cold shiver up your spine. You get the feeling that you are being watched, that something is sizing you up. A presence slides through the group, stalking its way among you. One person, you think his name is Halden, starts shaking; looking closely you can almost see a figure caressing his cheek with long, delicate fingers.
…well? Will you?
The door closes with a dull sound. Someone tries to re-open it, but it won’t budge.
…the Master bids that you choose one. When the sun sets, that person will enter the room.
The presence vanishes, but the voice remains.
…and that person will be all mine.
You look around at the people in the hall, the unfamiliar faces that share your peril. They mill about, as if unsure what to do. The sun has already begun its climb higher into the sky, though the little light that penetrates the windows seems muted somehow. What kind of game is this? Who are these people? Perhaps questions that will become clear in time, but now you have no choice but to participate. It’s time to choose.
Day 1 Begins and will end at 7:00 P.M. (GMT -5) Wednesday, June 3rd. This will be the only day that is longer than 48 hours.
Villager Roles:
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Victims:
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The standard villager role. You are one of the houses victims, trying to survive. Once per day, you vote on who to send through the door to face what's inside (lynch). Scries as Victim.
Ghost Hunters (Masons):
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The masons. You are a team of ghost hunters that was investigating the manor when the strange events started occuring. You were the first people to disappear. You start the game knowing who the other masons are. Scries as Ghost Hunter
Jacob, the Exorcist (Sniper):
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You are an Exorcist hired by the Ghost Hunters "just in case." Well, you're not so much an Exorcist as you are a "Supernatural Problem Solver." As in, "this ghost is a problem, go get rid of it." Unfortunately, you were separated when the events started and now are out of contact. Once every four nights, you may attempt to exorcise someone (night-kill) at 75% success rate. Unfortunately, your methods are a tad archaic (read: violent) and those you exorcise often do not survive (bullets and various other sundry items tend to do that). Scries as Jacob/Exorcist
Gabrielle (the Lost):
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Gabrielle was the house's first victim. After a brutal night of torture, your spirit remained in the house. But, rather than be corrupted into a Fear, you remained free. Knowing the fate that awaits those consumed by the Fears, you work to keep others from sharing that fate. Just as the Manor becomes more powerful the more people it consumes, the Manor's hold on you becomes weaker the more Fears that are destroyed. Depending on the Fear, Gabrielle gains the following abilites when they are destroyed:
Master: Manifestation-Destroying the Master weakens the power keeping Gabrielle from manifesting fully. Should the Master be destroyed, Gabrielle gains a single scry night action. This can be used immediately or saved, but it is a one-time only ability.
Lukas: Firestarter-Lukas was the first to find out that Gabrielle's abilities could actually harm the Fears, and he hasn't forgotten it. His presense keeps her power suppressed, preventing her from using it against them. If Lukas is destroyed, Gabrielle gains a single night-kill. It may be used or saved, but it is a one-time only use.
Sacha: Defender-Gabrielle knows Sacha's abilities better than anyone, she was the one that provided most of the torture during her stay. Should she be destroyed, the Manor's power to warp reality around it is weakened, making it easier for Gabrielle to work against the Fears. Gabrielle gains a night bane when Sacha is destroyed. This is also a one-time use.
Scries as Gabrielle/Lost
Brandon (Seer):
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The Seer. You are Brandon, an Occultist, able to divine the natures of paranormal beings. You were Gabrielle's lover, fearing the legends of the Manor were true and not buying any of the "official" reasons for her disappearance, you took it upon yourself to investigate the Manor. Once per night, you can scry a player to determine their role. Scries as Brandon/Seer
Josh (Fool):
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Will be told they are the Occultist. Josh was a friend of Gabrielle’s in life, but failed when she needed you the most. He used to be good at reading people and situations, but after the attack that began to completely fail him. His scries will be completely random except the Occultist will always be scried as the Fool. Scries as Josh/Fool
Lindsay (Baner):
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Lindsay was Gabrielle's best friend in life and probably knows her better than anyone. She was also very protective of the young woman, as well as all of her friends. This protectiveness creates an aura that the Fears find difficult, even impossible, to be around. Once per night, you may protect a player from night kills. Scries as Lindsay/Baner.
Werewolf Roles:
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Master (Alpha):
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You are the Master, the strongest of the Fears. No one, not even Gabrielle, the house's first victim, knows who you were in life. Once every two days, during the day phase you may cause fear in a player of your choice. That player may not vote or take any night actions until the next day. You scry as Victim except to Lukas, you can scry you as Master. Should the Fear's night kill target another Fear, you will be told that the target is another Fear.
Lukas (Devil):
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You are Lukas, the Devil. In life, you enjoyed watching people, but eventually that desire became corrupted as "watching people" became "watching people in pain" Your voyeurism gives you insight into people's true natures. Once per night, you can scry a player to determine their role. You are the only scrier that can scry the Master as "Master". Scries as Lukas/Devil
Sacha (Beast):
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You are Sacha, the Beast. Your vicious nature drove you to commit horrible murders and unspeakable atrocities. Should you be lynched, the last person to vote for you will become your last victim (be killed) Scries as Sacha/Beast
Fear (wolf):
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You are a Fear, one of the corrupted spirits of the Pegasus Manor. Once per night, the Fears (as a group) get a single night-kill by consuming one of the prisoners of the house. Scries as Fear
Night Kill Procedure: Night Kill will be done by vote, with each Fear and WW role having a single vote. Should the vote tie, the Master's vote is the deciding one.
Neutral Roles:
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Dee (Broken One):
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Dee is another of the Manor's victims, but the experience left his mind shattered, splitting it into two personalities. He wanders, neither a part Fear or fully free of the Manor. The shadows of his fractured mind give him the ability to obsfucate the senses of others. Once per night, Dee can hide someone from scrying. Any scries performed on someone Dee is hiding will come back with a random result. Scries as Dee/Broken One. Dee wins by surviving.
Special Rules:
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As the Fears consume their victims, the power of the Manor grows, granting new abilities to its Fears. For every named role that is consumed by the Manor (lynched or night killed by the Fears, players killed by the Exorcist are immune), the Fears gain the following abilities:
Gabrielle: Sacha holds a special hatred for Gabrielle. Should Gabrielle be consumed by the Manor, Sacha will gain a special "celebratory" night kill. This is a one-time only effect and can be used any subsequent night.
Brandon: Lukas envys Brandon's perceptiveness and ability to deduce things about his surroundings and the paranormal creatures of the Manor. Should Brandon be consumed by the Manor, Lukas gains a bonus scry as Brandon's abilities become his. This is a one-time only effect and can be used any subsequent night or day.
Josh: Josh's inner guilt is like fine wine to the Master, feeding his power and the power of the Manor. Should Josh be consumed by the Manor, the Master gains an immediate use of his "cause fear" ability. This does stack with his normal use, so it may allow the Master to affect two players. The bonus is one-time only and may be used any subsequent day.
General Info:
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Autolynching: Players will be autolynched after missing two consecutive votes unless they have already filed notice with me and the co-narrator.
Wolves: Despite there being an Alpha, the wolves are blind in this game.
Helgraf's Scry Interference Rule will be used in this game.
Days will be 48 hours long, nights 24.
Player List-5/37 remaining
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Mordokai-consumed night 4-Victim DivaDe21-dropped out day 1-Victim Bushranger-lynched Day 9-Victim Malmagor Andrigal-lynched Day 12-Fear
Alarra Shadowcaller-consumed night 1-Brandon or Josh Emperor Demonking-lynched day 10-Victim
Saint Nil SweetlikeLemons-killed by Gabrielle night 8-Victim DemonicAngel-lynched Day 7-The Master Aemoh-consumed Night 12-Victim Griever-lynched Day 4-Lukas Zar Peter-Consumed Night 5-Victim Shades of Grey-autolynched Day 3-Victim Uncle Festy-dropped out Day 9-reassigned Atreyu the Masked Llama-consumed night 7-Victim xNadia-dropped Night 9-Fear
Banjo1985 hap_hazard-autolynched Day 11-Ghost Hunter Ranna-autolynched Day 9-Jacob Freshmeat_-consumed night 9-Victim
Fleeing Coward WrstDMEvr-autolynched Day 4-Ghost Hunter Fin-autolynched Day 4-Ghost Hunter Lord Fullbladder-Lynched Day 3-Victim ThePhantom-lynched Day 6-Victim dallas-dakota-killed by Sacha Night 11-Victim LordoftheDucks-lynched Day 2-Victim D_lord-lynched Day 1-Victim
FujinAkari GAThraawn-lynched Day 13-Dee Murska-lynched Day 8-Victim Sol Criva-autolynched Day 2-Victim The Rogue Monk-lynched Day 5-Ghost Hunter Zombie Pixe-lynched Day 11-Gabrielle Yspoch-consumed night 2-Victim Reinholdt-consumed night 10-Victim
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Re: The Fears of Pegasus Manor-game thread (please moved to Structured)
Who are all this people? Nathan was as confused as the people around him appreared to be.
Others that have stupidly entered or wanted to entered the house you are in right now.
Nathan tried to ignore the voice in his head and suddenly become reminded that other voice that he had heard some moments ago. The voice said the we should pick someone to...sacrifice?No that can't be right I don't even know these persons!
Re: The Fears of Pegasus Manor-game thread (please moved to Structured)
Mr. Meven sits on the iron box that he brought with him. It has some small holes in it and a little light can be see coming out of the holes.
So were stuck here for now. Makes it hard to get things done. If I'm still around after this I'll make sure the ones that aren't get nice big tombstones, I go up everyday and keep them clean. But whats the use. We're all going to die.
A soft groan comes from the floor, where a woman in her late twenties to early thirties lays, crumpled black hair spreading out to all sides in a tangled heap. Slowly sitting up, she holds her index and middle finger to her temple as her hair falls around her shoulders, shaking her head a few times.
She is dressed in a simple night gown, one that extends down to her knees with silky-frills etched around the edges. Slowly pushing herself up to a sitting position, she shakes her head and looks around the room.
"Wha... where? Who... who are you people?" She asks, clearly being a smidge slower than some, mentally speaking anyway.
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An old, odd looking man sits upon a chair in the dark end of the room. in his hand is a cane, and he is wearing a long, brown and ragged jacket. his boots are
his hair, a tangled mass of Grey hairs, sits just above a tall face... with little, round, golden glasses.
he has a smile which doesn't seem to fade, even on this grim situation.
"We, my dear D_Lord, will not die. you have to think about what it is to come.. for all we know were just inside a hallowed dream, merely floating inside ones wicked nightmare... or, this is all real. but even then, my dear man, we will not die. we need to hang together, or we will surely all die in this dreadful place. now then, my band of brothers and sisters, we must face the owner of that... sinister voice, and defeat this dream, or manor, or man. whatever lies behind this foul and wicked plot. are you with me?! he ends his speech, raising his cane jsut above the ground and tapping it into the wooden floor.
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He looked at the others from the up stairs. He scanned to see if any of THEM were there. Wait, is that....
No, he must be wrong it can't be. The chains around his wrists were clencehed in his hand. If THEY were here, he would have his revenge. Memories flashed in his head. The white stone walls, people screaming in there rooms. The doctors would walk down the halls to find there next "patient" to "cure" them.
He shuddered. He crawled closer to the railing. This was the perfect hiding spot. None of them would betray him to THEM. His hair hung across his face, and the rags his was wearing blended in the shadows. The trenchcoat he was wearing over his shoulders kept him moderatly warm.
He looked again at the others. He stayed sielent. He would NOT go back.
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"When I say it's you I like, I'm talking about that part of you that knows that life is far more than anything you can ever see or hear or touch. That deep part of you that allows you to stand for those things without which humankind cannot survive. Love that conquers hate, peace that rises triumphant over war, and justice that proves more powerful than greed."
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If you can't feed a hundred people, then feed just one
A young man with dark blue eyes and brown hair sits on the stairs looking into the foyer. With the lens cap of the camera he holds in one hand bouncing from its hanging position and the contents of his bookbag rattling, he is quite visibly shaking. When the discussion begins between the creepy tombstone man and the older gentleman, he takes a few deep breaths and calms himself. Calmly standing up (though he may now just be in shock), he states, "While either of you may be correct, I believe the woman there has the right idea." He points to the woman in her late twenties who is wearing a night gown. "Who are you? I believe that may be the best place to start in a situation like this. My name is Bryan Talman and I believe I am far less prepared for this than I would have hoped. And you are?"
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The woman looks up at the man speaking too her... Bryan he said his name was, and blushes softly, looking at the ground a bit. Slowly picking herself up, she took a shy little step back and attempted to hide one foot behind the other, obviously feeling rather under-dressed, not even wearing slippers.
Swallowing a bit, she looked at him and gave off a meek little smile, saying "Me? Oh... I'm Kailassa... Kailassa Demear... I'm a waitress at The Row and... I thought I was sleeping... I'm not rightly sure what I'm doing here, in all honesty."
She looks at the floor again and reaches down, smoothing out her skirts nervously.
((RP Note: The Row is a tavern / nightclub, has a reputation for attracting a fairly rough crowd.))
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A middle aged English gentleman nearly jumps at the opportunity. Previously he had been scanning the crowd, nervously looking to engage a local.
"Puh-ple, ahem, pleased to make your acquaintance Mr. Talman and Mrs. Demear. I'm Chester Reginald, and admittedly new to the States. Would one of you care to tell me the history of this manor?"
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Hello Nathan, fancy seeing you here. A man with dark hair, of average hight, walks nexts to Nathan. These gentlmen seem a little eager to judge others.
The man steps forward. "Greetings. I am a magician, an optical illusionist, a master of sleight of hand – and of mind… but I haven't been doing so well at it recently." He sighs.
((RP note: Just refer to him as the Charismatic Man. Or the Magician. Either one works.
And no, he doesn't particularly feel like giving out his name.
…
*reviews player list*
Huh, since when are Atreyu and FC in the game? ))
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That guy was badass! He was like, "Oh! Oh, you're gonna try to Chuck Norris me, I'll just Chuck Norris you!" Unfortunately, I am the best Chuck Norris since Chuck Norris.
Which is saying something, considering that Chuck Norris... was Chuck Norris.
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"I do not judge any, I was referring to all of you.. shall we band together, or will each and every one of us hide in his own dark, rat infested hole? the real question... are you with us... or with those voices?" the elderly man smiles, tossing his cane from hand to hand he look at the young woman, and the men which started talking with her. he jumps up from his seat, pulling off his ragged coat, and quickly placing it around the woman's back. he is left with just a shirt, as the cold on this hunted place does not seem to affect him.
"It is good to know you all, ladies and gentlemen... my name is Taylor, Taylor Soyer. I do not know how we were placed here, but I do know that this place is evil. are you with me, for our better survival, or are you against us all?" he asks in his rugged voice, looking at everyone with his deep, green eyes.
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Over in the corner, a younger man is writhing on the ground, seemingly caught within a nightmare in his own mind. Suddenly he starts, sitting up, finally waking up. As realization dawns that it was just a dream, he looks over to see other people talking softly on the other side of the room. The man stands up and makes his way over, stopping briefly by an Taylor Soyer (DemonicAngel) whom had just spoken of survival, working together. The young man turned to him and offered his hand.
I...The young man struggled to find his voice, I am known as Michael Griever, and will gladly help with your, and all of our survival, good sir.
With that said, the young man sat down with the others, his mind seemingly lost for the moment, pondering the old nightmare from his youth... but it was only a dream... wasn't it?
((No offense meant, DA, just need to aim at someone random-like, ri- ooh! a cookie!))
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"Eins, zwei, drei... Ugh, I do not think we brought enough body bags."
Benjamin moves into the center of the room and pulls a torch (flashlight) from one of his pockets and clicks it on."There's no point sitting here in the dark, is there?" His voice is distinctively British, and in the new light from the torch you can see a young man dressed in a black trench coat with a carefully braided mullet hanging down into the middle of his back.
He fixes his green eyes on Taylor Soyer. "You would choose to send anyone, without provocation, to face that, that thing?" He shudders involuntarily and turns his back stiffly on the old man, addressing Bryan.
"My name is Benjamin Toch, I believe I was in London just hours ago; I drive cabs, The Knowledge, you know? My shift had just ended and I was headed home, thank god I always carry some essentials with me. Here's what I got, I'd be happy to share them." He kneels down on the floor and starts to pull items out of his pockets; a cigarette lighter, a jackknife, a packet of cigarettes, and a coil of string.
He takes a cigarette and begins to smoke, "Anyone want any?" He asks, proffering the packet.
(I've...I've been in the game awhile. I'm sorry, I really meant to post in the pre-game thread, I just got distracted and busy in a couple of games where i was recruited into masonhood and Playground squares and ....I'm Sorry!!)
(I even have a picture!)
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The Camera Obscura!! RAWR!)
( hope to finally get some RP established tonight.)
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"A pleasure to meet you all," Bryan says, nodding to each person as they join in. "As for the history of this place Mr. Reginald, I'm afraid I don't know much about the facts. I do know that around here this house is used as a setting for almost every legend and campfire story that gets told. I've heard quite a lot myself. Two of the more interesting ones are that of an ax murderer who escaped from prison and still roams these halls unable to remove his handcuffs and the one of the girl who disappeared here. I think her name was Jenny or something like that. I don't remember. It seems that at least a few of them are true. I'm afraid I don't know much more than that."
Bryan turns to Benjamin Toch as he starts to pull out various tools. "Of course you fool, inventory," he thinks to himself. Putting down his backpack, he starts pulling things out. "Let's see. I've got a sleeping bag, a latern flash-light thing, extra camera batteries, extra camera memory cards, a crossword puzzle book, a pen, and some snacks," he says, getting out some cookies and crackers. "But this won't be enough to feed everyone if we're truly trapped in here for any length of time. Perhaps someone should look around and see if there's a kitchen?"
(Awesome pic Atreyu. Those games were something else.)
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"My... my... inventory?" Kailassa asks, looking shyly down at her nightie and whatever she might be wearing beneath it, a touch of crimson flooding her cheeks as everyone else was apparently awake and active while she was having a good snooze.
"I... erm... I'm afraid I won't be of much help... what little I have is staying where it is. I'm sorry.
"Hey Mister? (Rogue Monk)... do you have a jacket or something I could borrow? I'm feeling awfully underdressed..."
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Hello Nathan, fancy seeing you here. A man with dark hair, of average hight, walks nexts to Nathan. These gentlmen seem a little eager to judge others.
Finally, a familiar face!
"Yeah they seems to be all worked up" Nathan whispers to Eric. Then he continues in a louder voice"Nice to see you here among all these strangers" he looks around and then asks "and by the way, have you any idea were we are?"
"I'd be happy to go, as long as I've got a few people with me. I don't trust this house one bit." Benjamin stands and looks around nervously, before taking a steadying pull on his cigarette. "Axe murderer, you say?"
Benjamin is startled by Kailassa's sudden question, but recovers quickly and smiles at her. Sure, miss. Let me just shift stuff over into my jeans." He takes a roll of bills and several other odds and ends out of the inside pockets of his coat before wrapping it around Kailassa's shoulders. "You don't suppose this is all a dream, do you, miss?"
edit: ((How long is left in day 1? Wondering for when I have to vote to lynch by.))
((ouch... I give out a coat, without her even asking and she still needs anther from someone else? what am I, a wall? just an ooc this time.. will keep the roleplay later on.))
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