Suri couldn't help it; now things were getting silly, and despite herself, she laughed. The blonde smiled coyly at Sawyer, nodding in his direction. "Is it wrong to throw in my own wager if I already know the outcome? Because I might want in on this."
Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 11:29 pm
Ever pinched the bridge of his nose but, behind his hand, he was grinning to himself -- because this wasn't an unusual outcome, not really. Not the bickering or the snickering from the gallery, nor the snide accusations and counter accusations.
He didn't say anything. As it stood, Sawyer was in trouble, but maybe people would yet change their minds.
Laine just snickered from her spot in the corner, the noise only intensifying when the host pinched his nose. Watching Richard in his drunken stupor was a delight too, and the white haired girl decided then and there that he was okay in her book. She was so glad that she had made the decision to come here.
Posted: Wed Nov 20, 2013 3:29 pm
"I'll counter that Bet Sawyer… Lena can be good at bullshit when she wants to be but I think I'm willing to air on the side that she's not… this time."
"You are all terrible people," said Sawyer, wounded. "But that's fine. I'll go take my vodka and my pity make-outs when you put my head in the noose. I guess since I have to vote, I'll do the sensible thing and vote for Lena, since my vote means ******** all at this point."
Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 2:43 pm
It was as if a load had been lifted entirely off Boaz the moment Ever announced his demise and identity to the group. Better that he be killed off now than have to face the slugfest of accusations that was bound to come sooner or later with their dwindling numbers.
He smiled and picked up his already emptied glass so that he could go join the growing group at the 'dead' corner, sitting himself down and offering Avery an apologetic look for her wasted efforts in keeping him alive as he paused for a bit then stretched out his glass towards the bottle that she tilted towards him, his other hand lifting at the same time to indicate with his index finger and thumb that just a little would do for him.
Ever listened to Sawyer digging himself deeper and, slowly, tipped his head forward to pinch the bridge of his nose. His final speech -- just reeking of desperation -- put an end to the voting.
"Okay. Fine. Let's end it, then." He reached out to grab Sawyer's card, eyebrows raised, amused behind his eyes.
"Fix, you're screwed." And he flipped the card over to reveal that, in fact, Sawyer was a werewolf, before his eyes turned to the rest of the crowd.
"When night comes next, no one dies. Nor the next night. Nor the night after that. Somehow, you managed to take out all the werewolves. Villagers are the winners!" And with that, he gestured vaguely to Sawyer. "This is the grand finale. Your recruiting officer demands a really good death scene to make up for everyone who refused."
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This is the end of the game! going to make Sawyer act out his death scene, and then I'll do another post to give out some really dumb prizes!
Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 9:25 pm
As if Ever had to ask Sawyer of all people to give him a good death scene. He beamed at him broadly, and obliged.
He pantomimed the struggling fight to the gallows (apparently Sawyer felt certain that he could fight off at least a few villagers in his attempts to escape his fate, given his occasional triumphant break for the exit only to be dragged back by invisible hands), and then the resigned defeat. Silently and theatrically he thrust his neck into the noose; with dignity and self-possession he crossed himself, shaking his fist at all his traitorous fellow villagers and wiping away a single histrionic (and quite invisible) tear.
He subjected them to a vivid depiction of what Sawyer imagined death by hanging must be like, probably shaped by any number of inaccurate movie portrayals, and when he finally subsided on the floor and twitched his way into stillness, popped right back up.
"Woof woof, ********," he announced cheerily. "At least I outlasted the rest of them."
"A+, no increased quota for you this week." It was amused, though, his eyes sweeping to the rest of them -- and then to the quiet corner, where the dead resided.
"So, as I said, that leaves the villagers the winners, but --" It only took him a moment to get up and grab a bag from under the pizza table and reclaim his table.
"I have prizes for everyone. Winners come up and pick first, and then everyone else can come choose." A beat, and he opened the mouth of the bag -- to reveal that it was full of plastic monster teeth. A mix of various plastic monster teeth: werewolf, vampire, some gold grills, giant baby teeth, scraggly hillbilly teeth. He'd pillaged the dollar store selection.
"This'll conclude the game, but there's still pizza, so you're welcome to stick around, polish it off, chat, exchange numbers, make friends...."
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THANK YOU ALL FOR PLAYING!!! This is the end of the game. If you'd like you can RP your teeth selection, make up what your character finds; you can stick around and RP or write yourself out, the choice is yours.
This was a lot of fun, and I hope to do it again someday...!
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Posted: Thu Nov 21, 2013 9:41 pm
"Po," said Sawyer immediately. "Bring me some of the hillbilly teeth. I refuse to indulge in pity makeouts--" he said this like she'd been begging him rather than vice versa "--unless I'm wearing the hillbilly teeth."
As the game concluded Porsha pushed up to her feet and rolled her hands up over her head in a long stretch before laughing at Sawyer and his demands. "Oh is that so?" She eyed him, debated calling his bluff, but apparently figured it wasn't worth it. When she came back to him she had the hillbilly teeth in her hand, and a pair of pointy fingers already replacing her easy smile.
Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 3:10 am
"Ever you may, because I am just SO gracious, keep my 'teeth', I think you'll look -charming- in them, but thank you SO much for your generosity." He laughed and leaned backwards till he was prone on the floor.
"Lena! Flip your card!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 8:52 am
Rummaging around beneath her butt, where she's stashed her card, Lena flung it out like she was Seto Kaiba at a duel. Sure enough, the word Seer was printed there. "I wish I could say I hoodwinked everyone with my brilliant poker face, but I don't have one." Pushing up off the ground, she unerringly scooped up a pair of vampire teeth, popping them straight into her mouth. Wandering over towards Avery, she bent down over the brunette with a horrible Romanian accent.
"I vant to suck yur vodka."
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 9:48 am
By the time the game had come to an end, Richard was a bit of a mess, and with all of the beer that he had gotten for himself and were graciously offered to him, he had accumulated quite a horde. Like a dragon resting on top of his gold, Richard wriggled from where he sat and sent a few emptied bottles tumbling over, all the while clinging to the one that Laine had rewarded him. When Ever announced that the civilians were the winners, he felt great... but only for a brief moment before remembering that he was 'dead'.
He didn't move towards the bag of goodies, however, and he rose his hand, like a child in a classroom. "Can th'dead talk now... and can I go to th'bath-room...?"
Ever looked bemusedly at Richard -- but, really, without judgment. Ever'd been there. Ever'd been there a lot. Maybe less so since Zac had saved his a**, but he recognized that kind of drop-down drunk and so his reaction was more amused than horrified or disapproving.
He was, actually, almost a little jealous.
"You can get teeth too, honey. And then you can do whatever you want. But maybe someone should walk you."