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About a week ago, you received an invitation in the mail. You were asked to a Murder Mystery Party from someone anonymous. The invitation included a description of the character you were going to play, and specified an "old-fashioned" dress code, whatever that means. Tonight, you'll be transported to another world, another time, and another life. Tonight, you're going to witness a murder.

Rules:

• This is a free, RP-based mini event.
  
• Please read the Guide to the Worlds forum in its entirety before participating in this game.
  
• Daily participation is expected. This game should not last longer than 3-4 days, so you will need to be available during each phase. If you do not post once during the entirety of a phase, you will be considered inactive and booted from the game.
  
• No heavy gore descriptions are allowed.
  
• Your character is literally attending a Murder Mystery Party. This is something that occurs IC that your characters are welcome to discuss in the future.
  
• Deaths are not real nor permanent. Characters who "die" are sent to a nice room where they eat snacks and drink punch until the party is over (:
  
• You are not to reveal your role to anyone, ic or ooc, whether you are a guest or a suspect. Similarly, you may not ask people if they are the murderer. If I catch word that someone is asking around, they will be removed from the game immediately.
  
• Your character's backstory is not to be disclosed except through natural dialogue. Long backstory monologues are discouraged. Let the characters mingle naturally and let the story take them along!
  


Guidelines for Primary Suspects:

• You will be given private instructions from smolderingskies on how to push the game along. When you receive these instructions, please send a PM back immediately saying that you have received it, then perform the action you are instructed to do. You will be given freedom to play your character how you want, but certain key interactions help give hints to the story. If 30 minutes go by and there has been no response or action on your part, someone else will be sent an action PM.
  
• If your character "leaves the room," please wait until you receive word from smolderingskies to return to the room.
  
• Play your character based on how they would act based on the character sheet you are provided. Don't wait to be told to play your character - just do it!
  
• Your character sheet may not match up with some aspects about your character, and there are some age disparities (i.e., juniors playing roles of 40+ year old men). Don't take it too seriously, just have fun with it!
  
• Even if you are not the murderer, you must be the ultimate red herring. Act suspicious, say suspicious things, leave the room and come back without being prompted, get some ketchup on your shirtsleeve. You want people to think you're the murderer, and then second-guess themselves. Because everything can be subtly analyzed in a forum RP setting, muddy it up a bit!


Guidelines for Guests:

• Primary Suspects will be given private instructions from smolderingskies to prod the story along at unspecified intervals, so pay attention to what your fellow players have to say or do! There will be no GM posts unless intervention is necessary, or unless the game needs to be put on pause.
  
• Although Guests do not come with a backstory, Guests have the privilege of creating their own backstory! Maybe your backstory will be good enough that people might think you're the murderer - who knows?
  
• Guests must still be present during the game - interact, ask questions, and try to figure out what's going on!
  
• If your character "leaves the room," they may not return until receiving word from smolderingskies.
  
• You will be asked to actively participate in the investigation, so be ready to point some fingers!

Welcome to the Wagging Tails Spectrefox Rescue Charity Party! It's the event of the year around here, and almost everyone attending is an important employee or affiliate of the rescue. Celebrities, prestigious spectrefox breeders, interns, employees, and volunteers of the organization all come together for a fun, professional event. Snii Vye is the CEO of Wagging Tails, aged 60 years. Tonight, he will be announcing his heir to the corporation, and the air is abuzz with excitement about it. Will it be his longtime friend and trusted VP, AJ? His son, Luno? Or perhaps someone else entirely?

Someone has transformed the Academy's Auditorium with enchantments into a lavish ballroom. The floor is laid with a plush, intricately detailed red carpet, and some pillars seem to be stretching toward the ceiling. The walls are covered in even more intricate wallpaper, and crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling to light the room. Various refreshments and the finest hor d'ouerves are being carted around on trays by butlers dressed in tuxedos and pantsuits - are they magical illusions themselves, or employees of the Academy roped into earning a few extra bucks for this event? Nobody can be sure. Soft piano music is playing delicately from somewhere, and you notice the room is a bit stuffy and warm from the crowd.

Take this introductory time to mingle and get to know the other people attending this party. Remember - have fun!

The real start of this game will not begin till about 5-6pm EST due to multiple people having work/not being online till later.

Arachnne was so excited to be back at the academy she hadn't been back since she graduated from her senior year and went to start her library. She was dressed in a long blood red dress with a slit up the side and red high heels. She felt so fem fatal. It was an amazing feeling and she was looking forward to this murder mystery party. She looked around at the props and the first person who had arrived at the event.

Nervously, the hybrid entered the room in rags. Look, he wanted to be in character, okay? Which, he supposed was a bad decision, as the rags were cold and he wondered why in the world he thought playing a homeless character was cool. It wasn't. He was cold, looked stupid, and on top of it all, he was coming down with a cold.

Bleh.

Rubbing his arms, he diverted his gaze from the two other geist-like people. Don't look at it. Don't. Oh s**t, was he making a face? s**t, check your face.... No, it was okay. His face was fine, okay. Cool.

Lizbet was ready for this. They'd had help making a form-fitting dress for the occasion, carefully making it out of a nice, violet satin , and then even found a lovely fur coat at the thirft store that they'd had their friend help tweak so it looked less like a giant sack made of pelts. Two hours spent primping had left their face looking both heavily-made-up and somewhat stressed– the effect had them looking far, far older than the young university student actually was.

Walking into the auditorium by popping both auditorium doors open at once, letting the noise draw peoples' eyes to her in a very subtle show as she started to take on the mantle of the character she'd been assigned.

(OOC: Lizbet is an actor, gamer and LARPer! While they use 'OOC' they/them pronouns, their IC-'IC' pronouns (when they are playing a role) will always conform to the role they're playing. As Lizbet's been given a female role, while in the context of the game and when referring to their in-character character, 'she' is the pronoun to use! If anyone knows her, they'll know that Liz would be cross at being called 'they' when they're acting. c;)

Veruca swept into the room just after the doors Lizbet had popped open has swung closed. She was decked out in an elaborate gothic gown in a pale purple colour. Her hair was swept up into a messy chignon, adorned with sparkling pins. She batted her lashes, and adjusted a very opulet faux-fur shrug around her shoulders. ... It was a little chilly!

Stepping into the room, she surveyed her fellow guests, and concentrated on her character. She couldn't help but notice Snii Vye, in his perfectly co-ordinated suit. She looked him up and down, and shot him a sizzling smile.

Fridtjof fiddled with the buttons on his blazer and yet again felt glad that he'd been able to find suitable clothing at the thrift shop. He didn't have anything near suitable for the party, and it had sounded like a blast! He'd been practicing too, and as he got to the doors of the party he tried to drop into character.

He slipped inside and kept to the walls, bringing up a hand to pat at his hair and make sure it was slicked back into a neat style rather than the messy disarray it usually was. He paused to look around, spotted Snii Vye, and his eyes lit up. He edged through the crowd to reach the stage, not making eye contact and murmuring polite, if quiet, disclaimers if he happened to brush against anyone. He made it to the stage right as Snii Vye finished his speech and stepped down.

"There you are ol' chap! Lovely evening, simply lovely. I was delighted to receive an invitation to the party. Terribly sorry to hear you'll be stepping down soon, terribly sorry indeed. It's hard to think of the company going on without you. Have you given thoughts to your successor? Surely someone who's been with the company and working closely alongside you would be best to carry on with future endeavors, wouldn't you agree?"

Fritjof said all this in the convivial tones of a friend, not really troubling to keep his voice down. Honestly he was hardly aware of anyone else in the room, so troubled and anxious was he to know who would be heading the company next. After all he'd given many years of his life in service to Wagging Tails Spectrefox Rescue, didn't he deserve something for all those years?


(( Anyone who knows Freddy knows he doesn't ever use his full name. However, to feel more in character, he's using his full name because it's more "proper". Anyone who uses his nickname might be treated like they're being impolite, depending on who addresses him XD ))

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Luno looked sharp, dressed in a pinstripe flat black suit with a white folded handkerchief tucked in his front pocket. He adjusted his watch and sauntered in, a little late but what was a little late? After all, being son of the CEO afforded you some luxuries. Fashionably late had to be one as well, right?

As soon as he was in, he scanned the crowd. His father had just given the little spiel about stepping down, something most in the company already knew about. There was his darling, voluptuous girlfriend Arachnne, dressed in red with heels that could kill. Instead of immediately going to her, he kept looking for his mother...

There she was! Luno decided to approach his mother first. She looked positively dashing, but then again she could have been dressed in rags and the hallowed hybrid would have seen her as nothing but the best thing ever.

"Mother! You made it safely? I'm so glad to see you here. Can I get you anything?" While Luno spoke, his eyes traveled and spotted Fridtjof beside his father... Ah, too bad his old mentor wasn't so keen on him. Perhaps a little buttering up would be in store tonight. Arachnne might just be the oil he needed to get those old wheels greased.


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