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Come one, come all to my Halloween soiree (a thousand pardons, Celes, and every other French speaker out there for like as not butchered spelling), a masquerade of sorts, and a deadly delight for certain, MUHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

 

You must all come in costume, and be ready to have fun amidst music, food, and dancing! And, as they say, it never hurts to be prepared for the worst.

 

Heheheheh...

 

Okay, here's the deal- I say, in our own signature style, let's have a Pen Halloween party-

by playing a little game. Maybe you've heard of it; Werewolf? (No, *not* the RPG).

 

Werewolf plays as follows:

Signup for the game begins now, and ends at 12:00 AM, EST. There can be as many players as we want, but unfortunately, to keep it at least starting on Halloween, we'll have to stick to that timetable. Otherwise, it loses that holiday point, right?

 

Per each six people signing up, there will be needed one Werewolf. There will be needed one Seer and one Wolfsbaner only. Everyone else will be a Villager.

 

The game will begin at 12:00 PM EST on Halloween. This should give us a fair amount of elbow room for late arrivals, and the picking of characters. It will end at 5:00 PM EST on Nov. 3.

 

The breakdown:

 

Starting at 12:00 PM (EST) on Halloween the game (or party, as I originally referred to it) will begin. This will also begin the first "day" phase. All roles *must* be filled and the players *must* be introduced before 5:00 PM (EST) that same day. An earlier start than 12 can and will be done, if we're all ready.

 

5:00 PM starts the first night phase. During which the werewolf (or werewolves) will kill somebody, and will continue doing so (one a night!). Planning this can be done over PM between wolves (only!), but any kill MUST be told to me, the host/DM/whatever. After each kill is decided, I'll take it from there.

 

Also, each night, the wolfsbaner will PM me with any one person they wish to protect from being killed, and then that person will be protected, that night. i.e., if the wolves choose him/her that night, they will be told to pick another target. If the Wolfsbaner wishes them protected again, they must request that person wolfsbaned gain whichever following night.

 

The Seer, in turn, will each "night" receive a vision. What this entails is they may PM me each night phase and ask me if one person is a wolf. I wil tell them yes or no.

 

Almost forgot- each night phase will end by 6:00 AM EST the next day.

 

When a werewolf is suspected (i.e., once every day phase) the players *all* vote, and by a majority, will lynch a suspected werewolf.

 

Anyone may be lynched, even if it turns out they are not a wolf. However, no matter what you are (Seer, Wolfsbaner, Werewolf, Villager), it is automatically revealed when you die. Also, when you die, you're outta here, game over. Sorry.

 

The object as Villagers and 'specialists' is to lynch all wolves before game end.

 

The object as werewolf is to escape scot free. The werewolf wins even if there are two or more, and their ranks are whittled down to a lone wolf.

 

***If you want to be a Werewolf, the Seer, or Wolfsbaner DO NOT SAY SO PUBLICLY.***

Again, PM or e-mail me. Or flag me down privately in IRC. Whatever works best.

 

Finally, the costume party portion- A "costume" would again, only be appropriate, so in addition to normal rules, I've added a theme to our "party": Clue.

 

Everyone must enter as a character who is based on a color. Roleplaying will NOT be required, but encouraged as much as each player should wish. However, please do at least pick a 'color-character' name.

 

Lastly, have fun with it! Lie, conspire, whatever! Just remember- only the wolves are allowed to PM (or otherwise) plan! The rest goes on on the boards! (With the exception of Wolfsbaner and Seer rquests, that is).

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Ozy and I talked about this last night, and your assumption is exactly correct, P. :0)

 

The werewolves (if there are multiple) will need to decide on their victim together. Consequently, the Wolfbanes (again, if there are multiple) also need to decide on their individual guesses together. :0)

 

Very astute, Mr. P! *hugs*

 

~Salinye :butterfly:

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*ahem*

 

Inspector I. M. Clueless casually trots into the Cabaret Room, practically barging into a potted plant as he clumsily wanders up to Ozymandias and whispers:

 

"I'd certainly be willing to partake in this investigation... though I must warn you, I already know who did it."

 

With that, I. M. Clueless swiftly locks a handcuff onto Ozymandias' wrist and exclaims.

 

"I'm fully aware that you're behind the entire extravanganza, even before it's started... MR. WYVERN!!!"

 

Ozymandias looks over the Inspector in a confused manner.

 

"Errrr... Inspector... I'm not Wyvern..."

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Excellent! Only four more guests, and we can have two wolves! Oooooo...OOooooo...Scary! Hmmmm. Ten more, and we'll have three...HEHEHEHEH

 

Ozymandias scratches at his wrist absently.

 

"These cuffs really chafe, Inspector. Do you have anything for suspects with sensitive skin?"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~ :wolf: ~

Arf.

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Well my friends, the trap, I mean, the mood is set. It is Halloween itself, and all the guests are arriving...unless we can expect surprises from the begining...

 

At present, we have a complement of twelve. That's right folks, twelve unassuming guests, but how many will be lead to the slaught-err, punch bowl?

 

It's almost time to begin. Once all twelve of the 'guests' (players) have posted as their party characters, we will begin, and no newcomers shall be allowed in. {:>(

 

But that's not to say that last minute changes to the guest list don't happen.

Last call for singup is to sign up for the game and post (and possible 'special' position) as a "Clue" character of your own devising before the twelfth member of this list posts their character:

 

Yui

Aegon

Racouol

Merelas

Salinye

Tamaranis

Inspector I.M. Clueless

Gwaihir

Canid

Ayshela

Wrenwind

Degenero Angelus

 

More people by then or no, we shall begin, on schedule, at 12:00PM (EST) sharp.

Remember...guests in sixes means more wolves!

 

:blink:

 

:wolf::wolf:...

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Good evening, my dear friends! Welcome to the party! Please, come on in, let me take your coat. Make yourself comfortable, we'll soon have you for-Soon have our dinner....

 

 

So the game begins. }:>) Our guests number eleven- that's right! Seven unassuming villagers, an esteemed Seer, a vigilant Wolfsbaner, and *two* hungry werewolves (hey, we're close enough to twelve! :>) ).

 

Who managed to join us tonight, I wonder, braving this terrible storm...?

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Inspector I. M Clueless looks over a tattered map of Disney Land as he hobbles into the doors of the Halloween party, bearing an awkward ressemblence to Professor Plum in his tasteless purple attire. Rubbing his chin thoughtfully and turning towards a nearby lamp resting on a table, Clueless taps the lamp on the shoulder and murmers:

 

"Excuse me... I take it that this is Ayshela's Fall Ball, and thus a place where I might be able to capture Wyvern...?"

 

After a long moment of silence, Inspector I. M Clueless grows angry at the lamp's lack of response and growls:

 

"Excuse me, perhaps you didn't hear my question, thus allow me to reiterate: can I find Wyvern here?"

 

Still no response from the lamp.

 

"That does it... you're acting awfully suspicious, I'm gonna have to take you downtown where we can discuss these things further. You're under arrest! Now, please sit still..."

 

The lamp doesn't move or talk as I. M Clueless attempts to handcuff it, only to find that the circumfrence of the cuff doesn't fit around the lamp. Cursing to himself, the Inspector tries fastening the cuff from numerous angles before giving up in frustration, and collapsing to a sobbing heap on the ground...

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A woman dressed in ordinary peasants clothing enters smiling warmly. It wasn't usual that she was invited to such amazing fancy parties. She hoped her attire was okay. Miranda knew it paled in comparison to the other guests, but it was the best she had.

 

Sitting down next to the fire she sat and waited for people to finish arriving taking in teh grand and luxurious atmosphere.

 

OOC: Sorry to be brief, I have to run out the door, taking the kids to microsoft to trick or treat, but I'll be back by early evening! I hope I don't miss anything too good!!

 

~Salinye :butterfly:

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Barclay B. Scarlettenniavordsmanville (Scarlet for short) glances at the large mansion, a small yet growing frown upon his face. "Well, it's a little small, isn't it old chap?" He mutters in an obviously post accent as he pats the rose pinned to his outrageous coat. "I have been mislead, my dear rose! I was expecting a grandiose party! Rich women in tight clothes, big strong door guards, that kinda thing. And instead.... I see... I see... a PEASENT woman of all things entering the mansion." He splutters at this and throws his hand out in a gesture of contempt.

 

After a few seconds of pondering, the young fop nods, "Still, she was rather pretty I suppose, wasn't she old boy?

 

The Rose remains silent.

 

"Give the lady a bath, put a tad of make-up on her, give her a pretty dress... and my, she could be quite fair. Yes indeed. Don't you agree, Rosey-Wosey?"

 

Still, the rose doesn't respond; Barclay doesn't seem to notice this.

 

"Yes, maybe this party won't be so bad after all. It's not as big as I'd hoped, but yes, maybe they'll be lots of woman. They won't be as pretty as me of course," He softly rubs the roses petals at this, "But... maybe there'll be someone around who's nearly HALF as pretty as me? Yes, wouldn't that be a treat!"

 

If the rose could move, it would have been sagging its petals in response to this; Mr. Scarlettenniavordsmanville has a slightly overextended opinion of himself. He believes that he's the most beautiful person in the world, and generally spends five to six hours every day combing his hair, adjusting his hat, and dressing himself. Dressed in almost pure Scarlet, the young fop certainly stood out. The only parts of his outfit with different colours were the white feather in his hat, his shiny black boots and a frilly white shirt, which stylishly had its edges protruding from the deep scarlet tunic.

 

Glancing down Barclay notices a speck of dust on his attire. He raises a hand and elegantly brushes it away, being careful not to catch any of his large exaggerated rings on the fabric, "Well I do say, can't be having dust on my apparel! Why, if anyone had noticed, then I'd be the laughing stock of the party! It would be a waste of my beauty, don't you think dear Rose?"

 

Of course, the rose didn't respond.

 

"Anyway, I suppose I should have over to the party, eh old boy? Wouldn't want to miss any of the ladies!" The young fop chuckles and heads over towards the mansion. When he reaches the door he pauses, takes a mirror from an inside pocket on his tunic, and glances at his face checking to make sure his makeup was all in place. "I suppose this will do, yes, yes indeed. Come, rose! Let us make our entrance!"

 

As elegantly as possible, Barclay pushes the door to the mansion open. He heads down a well decorated corridor to a room with a big sign on it reading "PARTY ROOM". After one cough to clear his voice, Barclay pushes the large doors open and exclaims in his loud and posh voice, "Ladies! I, the beautiful Barclay B. Scarletteniavordsmanville have come to make your dreams come true. Come, flock to me my little birds of LOVE!!"

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Meanwhile, while the showy man in red was entering, a small man in black was also turning up the driveway. His neck was drawn in so that his head was almost on top of his shoulders and his back slumped, but his eyes looked alert enough as he turned this way and that looking at everything. This place looked very large and he feared that far too many people would come for him to ever feel comfortable. Never mind that even if only one other person had come he would still have felt alarmed at the crowd.

His ears caught the sound of the Barclay the loud entering and the small shy man almost jumped. Quickly, he walked around to the back door. His eyes were big and scared, but he seemed to feel that he had to enter, so he opened the door. His attire was made up of hemmed black dress pants and a grey shirt with a rather shabby black hat and as soon as the shy fellow was inside he ducked into a corner, clearly trying hide. It was unlucky for him that a friendly woman came up to him "So, hello, and what is your name?" With a loud high pitched squeak he fled under the table, but Eeek was a good enough name for him anyway.

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