Gahree gave the other troll a sort of bored, almost coy look as she listened to the other troll begin speaking. The fact she was annoyed with her made it easy to get into character, the tension between their cards was translating nicely into the little roleplaying session they had going. Who was this troll did they play regularly? She was being fairly convincing by all rights Voscil felt.
The higher caste roll gave the servant a flat look when the rose up without permission to stroll over. Arrogant b*****d, the other leaned in to whisper venomously in her ear. "Are you enjoying your arrogant little show? You're doing great." Vos whispered the last bit, partly out of character as "Sparky" was encouraging the other player. She asked, clearly amused by the others willful attitude. Fitting, her maid was always so good about letting everyone know when she was in of her little fits. What joyous Miracles.
Voscil couldn't help but suppress a little laugh, this was turning out to be quite the event. "I merely wanted to show you off is all, don't be so sour dear." She added in a sing song voice.
Raising a brow at the other, the purpleblood tsk'd."Now, now May. I did say sometroll's manor. How could I ever replace my favorite redblood maid? Is that a hint of perhaps jealousy I detect in your voice my sweet?" She added, louder this time for anyone to hear as the troll let her fan brush against the redblood ever so slightly for effect to further agitate the other simply to wiggle her way deeper under the others skin. The game was on between them. Partly because she heard the annoyance in their tone, and it was in character to do so. Their rivalry was no less shameful than the bleeding hearted moirails and matesprites searching for one another.
"None yet. I plan to speak to the other guests." She pursed her lips, wondering who could be responsible.
With the dead troll still fresh on her mind she peered at the deceased troll, fanning herself idly with the paper with her given design printed clearly for all trolls to be clearly aware of Gahree, and her status claim to fame. This highblood had no shame, she'd "earned" it afterall. Shaking her head slightly she gazed around those attended. "We should be able to yes of course." She smiled then at Ariana, cooing at her sweetly that her idea was the heart of the matter. "We ALL simply must get to the bottom of this to avenge our poor dear Queen." She added firmly, glaring suspiciously at the caste of trolls as if it would help her determine who the culprit was.
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2016 2:02 pm
The crowd was kickin’ up quite the fuss now. In the commotion Buffle looked up and fixed his eyes on a certain yellow hat. That’s gotta be him! Buffel awkardly moseyed about through the legs of the crowd, slipping past older trolls as he kept the hat in sight. Finally reaching a clearing of legs, he got his first good look at Toothy, or rather Mochaw as it were. “Boy howdy, he’s even got a beard!” Buffel was impressed with the tall lumbering cowboy that stood before him. He had all the fixin’s of the genuine image that appeared on his character sheet. Buffel approached him, waddling awkwardly as the free space made his limited mobility in the chef’s outfit more obvious.
“Howdy Moch-!” Buffel stopped himself and cleared his throat, remembering his character. Putting on his best tired expression, he continued without the excitement in his voice.
“Hey there Mochaw, I was lookin’ for ya.”
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Posted: Tue May 10, 2016 5:02 pm
There are approximately four hours left to get your vote and private actions in! If no one votes at all, the jail target will be publically randomized from among anyone who has not posted a roleplay post since the game started [Alifax's death]. This will also happen on future days if the pattern holds. We're sorry that this wasn't previously in the rules, but we did expect people to play the game, and we think this method holds up well with our other policies as far as dealing with inactivity goes.
Otherwise, the jail target will be decided by plurality as outlined in the rules, with an RNG only in the case of a tie.
There are no no-lynch days in FLARP - we're running on a pretty tight schedule as is. sad We'd really like to get this game done by the end of Bloodfest.
Posted: Tue May 10, 2016 5:58 pm
The little redblood gasped loudly and slightly comically when the "queen's" moirail was found dead. Things were starting to get serious very fast! Dang someone sure is gutsy." they whispered softly to themselves. They couldn't dream of ever doing such a thing. The queen would definitely make them pay if they were caught! But luckily the real queen didn't have a moirail.
They turned to their moirail, "Things sure elevated quickly huh!" They giggled slightly when their moirail touched their shoulder. Ninfia turned to whisper in their ear, not wanting to accuse someone out loud until they had discussed it. "So...who do you think it is...?" They hadn't exactly seen anyone suspicious yet, though the game had just started. This was going to be harder than they thought!
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Fhoure didn't really care much about all this fuss with the murder of what turned out to be the "Queen's" moirail (Cerise stifled a giggle at Frossa's.... lovely performance. She'd have to rib her a little for that later), but what was interesting was the method of elimination. Ghosts were a rather intriguing and intoxicating topic for a doctor, but perhaps not to themself, since they had such a low casualty rate. No one died under Fhoure Twntee's skilled knife. They crossed their arms and inspected poor Allcap's corpse from a distance (hi Alifax), feeling no remorse about leaving the conversation with Sidewa. If they were truly their "best bro", they'd just follow them anyway, or something. Ghosty death mayjyykz, that sure was what killed him. That's all solved up, righto.
Fhoure heaved a sigh. Well, it seemed like they would need to find someone to pin blame onto, even though they would much rather be in their lab, probably. They looked around at the other characters gathered and well... they were all equally suspicious! But, maybe there was someone with a motive they could pin blame onto... or just some rando Cerise could point at. Teehee. Settling near a pair of redbloods dressed as an orangeblood and a blueblood respectively, Fhoure Twntee tapped their chin. "I suppose this is... quite the predicament we find ourselves in," they said aloud, using a silly voice Cerise determined was a Serious Doctor Voice.
Posted: Tue May 10, 2016 8:26 pm
Reemus-Mochaw looked on in shock. Allcap was suddenly dead? He had just talked to the bloke! Such a speedy murder. Terrifying, really.
Not real, but. If it was, it would be. He opened his mouth to say something to the Queen, but turned his attention elsewhere. A chef's outfit? Someone small was dressed up as Hambur! ...Really small. A child. Oh. Um. Well. Awkward. He had to lean down.
"There ya are, Hammy m'dear! I'm glad yer okay after..."he looked back at the scene that just took place."That. Stay close t' me, okay? Ain't ever seen anythin' move so fast."
He eyed the room in the meantime. So much hubbub going on! As to be expected. But was anyone looking especially sketchy? He couldn't tell at this point. His eye and glasses sure weren't any help.
With no other clues to go on, Lorata could only assume that Ariana would want to cause as much trouble for the person who had potentially humiliated her crush as possible. Maybe she could get Alifax to add a little 'I'm sorry' note to the clipboard?
Posted: Tue May 10, 2016 8:46 pm
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Oo! It was starting! "They sure are!" she said, "So much for that break from it all, eh?" of course, as Booyew, it was clear that a rising star was at their best when they were on stage. And this was her stage. "Well, there is justice to be done!" she said, doing her best pose in imitation of those legislacerator games that Leeroi played at one point. They weren't exactly action packed, but they had been hugely dramatic and entertaining.
"Hmmm... My bet's on the hemoanon." she whispered, "No evidence yet, but gosh, isn't it usually them in stories?" Okay, a little hypocritical. Sometimes she went hemoanon when she wanted to lower her risk of randomly being attacked on the street. But still, hiding ones color always made one more suspicious, and Wasn't that the greenblood from assjacked?!
"Glenne," she said out loud to the moirail, in character, "Let's accuse and see what comes out of the bushes, eh? Just like we always do!" she gave them a playful wink before standing up and dramatically pointing at the hemoanon character.
"You!" she said, making sure she - Booyew, the rising star - was the center of attention, "What do you have to say for yourself!?"
Kursha wasn't sure what was worse. The fact that he was actually participating or that everyone else seemed to be getting into it. Alifax's poor performance almost made it worthwhile though (was that sound him trying to sing?) and Kursha could not help but crack a grin as he stood by, silently judging.
His dismissive attitude temporarily evaporated however when a mysterious shadow swooped down from out of no where. Kursha felt a chill. It was like nothing he had ever seen before. Was that really part of the game? He at least had to applaud them for special effects.
Moments later the singing redblood was laying on the ground, motionless. Well, mostly motionless. Keeping an eye on Alifax, Kursha noticed him shift ever so slightly as he breathed. The redblood was down for the count... or rather the deadblood was. That much was clear from the “Queen's” sobbing.
Lorata, or whatever the hell her character's name was, pitched an accusation at the hemoanonymous character and a familiar voice chimed in with agreement. Kursha studied the “blueblood” for a moment, trying to figure out where he recognised her. It was the freckles that clued him in. She was the pet of the real blueblood, Leeroi Furore. She had opened her squawk gaper, spouted nonsense, and made an idiot of herself at the party.
Feeling petty, Kursha rebuked her. “That's too obvious though, dontcha think? Maybe you're just trying to throw suspicion off yourself.”
Queen George had remained at her moirail's side, huddled in an inconsolible heap of rich fabrics, heaving sobs and fake tears (how many bottles did she have hidden in her sleeves, exactly?) Anyone who tried to approach her was merely met by louder shrieks of grief.
Then, she spoke up.
"A-allcaps?"
Alifax pulled himself up from his position on the ground, so that he was standing again. Hands to his hips, he stamped lightly at the ground, and a few seconds later his eyes were glowing, most likely through clever use of FLARP modules.
"You," he said, stumbling over to Adamaz and tapping him lightly on the shoulder. He lowered his voice to a whisper. "You're dead now," he said, and began tugging Adamaz toward the observers' side of the booth. Apparently real lethal damage was bad for publicity, but Alifax wasn't sure why he hadn't been allowed to at least hit someone.
***melona-pan
The Queen's face was contorted into one of cartoonish horror at what she had just bore witness to. She turned to the crowd of trolls, voice cracking. "W-well?"
The people had spoken. Deefau was too suspicious a character. The Queen oversaw the execution: a traditional mauling by gerbil, and then graciously escorted the body to jail herself.
***quite uneventful
AUSTRI CORIOL has been executed by the will of the people. They were a minion. Thank you for playing! Unfortunately the game has ended for you. Please do not discuss the game with anyone still alive in it, even if you had information that you had not shared prior to your death.
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ADAMAZ KAROTH has been killed by the conjurer. They were a psionic. Thank you for playing! Unfortunately the game has ended for you. Please do not discuss the game with anyone still alive in it, even if you had information that you had not shared prior to your death.
You may commence speculation immediately, but please keep quiet while we roll two ticket recipients. Deadline for private actions and public votes is in twenty-four hours as usual.
Wow, she had come to have a good time but she was honestly feeling so attacked now. Before she heard the claims of the trolls around her, she'd picked up on the conversation between the "redblood" and the "purpleblood" and the redblood was being rather rude to her purpleblooded superior! Either way, now that she heard it all, Austri frowned deeply. The game had just started! Deefau wasn't dangerous! She was just dramatic. And liked pranking people. Why did they immediately go for her?? Austri couldn't believe she was doing this, but... Deefau then threw herself to the ground, sobbing dramatically-- "How could you think its me~?!?!" She whined, purely in character-- "If anything, it could be them!" Deefau pointed at the redblood she'd seen from afar-- Now was as good as any, she was the only name she knew other than herself. "They're so stuck to the purpleblood, and they're even being rather rude to them on top of that!"
THAT VOICE. Was that... it was. Kick-me-in-my-head VIDARI. He FLARPED?! Psykgi breifly considered retreating to the, ah, bench to confer with her, ah, in game moirail, but gosh, that would not be in character. Not for Booyew.
And you're supposed to shout OBJECTION. she thought, as the Austri's role was revealed. HA. HAHA. Okay, not the culprit, but THIS WAS EVIDENCE!
"Was it too obvious, or is it JUST OBVIOUS ENOUGH?!" she declared to the "yellowblood" "And, as you should know, lawtroll Neither me nor threshsecutioner Cohcoh -" she gestured to "Glenne" "Would have ANY reason to do this! We uphold and prosecute the Queen's law!" she put her hands on her hips defiantly. Yes, she had glanced at the other redblood's profile. It made sense that Booyew would know about her moirail, right? And that they would work together? "We wouldn't be outright breaking it!"
TAKE THAT she thought quietly.
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Adamaz stood vacantly, wondering where it had gone wrong.
He had spotted the FLARP booth and WOW he had totally forgotten about how much fun he’d had at make pretend last bloodfest. He was even carrying the trusty trashcan lid he’d won from back then – dented by the battles in the swamp. The memories. Why not dust off the ol’ Brainheft Chucklord hat and take fake powers for another spin?
Turns out when he signed up, someone had already written the card for him! He was glad, because he was nervous about trying to remember…what exactly he had written before. But he was glad that the Happy Weird Fun Purpleblood remembered his character was psionic! That was so nice of her, and he was thinking of thanking her when she pulled a pair of oversized diaphanous wings from the costume trunk. Adamaz did not remember those. After being forcefully costumed by HWFP, he was pretty sure this was not who he had written up before. He squinted at the card. Could he even play a yellowblood? Did she even know he was orangeblood? Make pretend was hard.
The straps for the wings were itchy and cumbersome and Adamaz spent a lot of time wandering around trying to get them on right, and also to tell someone that he was mis-hemo’d. But every time he approached someone, he was concerned about their identity as someone running the show. Everyone was wearing extravagant garb and didn’t look like themselves, so he wasn’t sure who he was supposed to talk to with the issue. Make pretend continued to be hard.
Then, someone collapsed and started wailing. Adamaz thought it might have been Happy Weird Fun Purpleblood but it couldn’t have been, because there was pink blood, not purple. After she left though, everyone started talking about murderers which made Adamaz nervous. Make pretend was more like recent murder-parties in his life than he had remembered. He watched from afar as everyone definitely talked about murderers. Fun times?
Then a man that he vaguely recognized but couldn’t put a name to shook him by the shoulder, told him he was dead, and prodded him from the make pretend zone. Adamaz was vacantly confused. He was pretty sure he was alive. Would he know otherwise? He supposed he had never been dead before, so couldn’t definitively say that he WASN’T dead. A few moments after the man had left, he understood.
“Ohhhhhhhh I got pretend murdered. Gotta be more clear ‘bout that kinda thing,” he said to no one in particular. He was alone now. As he hadn’t gotten much good pretending in, he plunked down and prodded a few rocks.
“The spirit of the – cough -” Adamaz cleared his throat, and began again in character. “The spirit of the mutant was vengeful, and he began performing paranormal activities! Like a ghost!” He began writing messages with pebbles on the ground, starting with “I am ded.” Was that spelled right? It was a spooky mystery.
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honestly i'll write a new post later sorry woopse.
Fhoure didn't really care much about all this fuss with the murder of what turned out to be the "Queen's" moirail (Cerise stifled a giggle at Frossa's.... lovely performance. She'd have to rib her a little for that later), but what was interesting was the method of elimination. Ghosts were a rather intriguing and intoxicating topic for a doctor, but perhaps not to themself, since they had such a low casualty rate. No one died under Fhoure Twntee's skilled knife. They crossed their arms and inspected poor Allcap's corpse from a distance (hi Alifax), feeling no remorse about leaving the conversation with Sidewa. If they were truly their "best bro", they'd just follow them anyway, or something. Ghosty death mayjyykz, that sure was what killed him. That's all solved up, righto.
