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Murder Mysterium - Day 1
Who: You!
Where: The Game Tower
When: TBD - Day 1
[ When you come to the Game Tower, you find yourself in front of a large mansion couched in between two large garden mazes, and though you're not told to step inside the mansion yet you're free to roam around the gardens. Encouraged, even—there are alcoves in the gardens with flowers wrapping around the gates that are to your unit's color, and upon entering them you'll be able to speak to your unitmates without fear of being overheard, as though there were some sort of soundproofing barrier. You may only enter your unit-specific alcove. There are also plenty of other non-unit specific alcoves for you to enter and converse with someone, but it won't be entirely private—these pockets don't have soundproofing.
The rules are already available on your phones, and in fact, that and the photos app are the only things you can access on your phone right now. Your powers are off too, although you were allowed to bring whatever items are ordinarily on your person—provided they aren't any weapons.
Incidentally, your clothes have just changed in general—they're now distinctly early 1900s Americana, ranging anywhere from the Roaring 20s (Great Gadsby party-chic, flapper dresses, vintage and mobster suits) to Golden Age 30s (Hollywood regency glamour) to WWII 40s (bomber jackets, furcoats, oversized winter coats, sweatervests).
The game starts now. ]
RULES | CHEATSHEET | DAY/NIGHT CYCLES | LOGISTICS & WINNING | ROOMS | BRING YOUR OWN TOPLEVELS
Where: The Game Tower
When: TBD - Day 1
[ When you come to the Game Tower, you find yourself in front of a large mansion couched in between two large garden mazes, and though you're not told to step inside the mansion yet you're free to roam around the gardens. Encouraged, even—there are alcoves in the gardens with flowers wrapping around the gates that are to your unit's color, and upon entering them you'll be able to speak to your unitmates without fear of being overheard, as though there were some sort of soundproofing barrier. You may only enter your unit-specific alcove. There are also plenty of other non-unit specific alcoves for you to enter and converse with someone, but it won't be entirely private—these pockets don't have soundproofing.
The rules are already available on your phones, and in fact, that and the photos app are the only things you can access on your phone right now. Your powers are off too, although you were allowed to bring whatever items are ordinarily on your person—provided they aren't any weapons.
Incidentally, your clothes have just changed in general—they're now distinctly early 1900s Americana, ranging anywhere from the Roaring 20s (Great Gadsby party-chic, flapper dresses, vintage and mobster suits) to Golden Age 30s (Hollywood regency glamour) to WWII 40s (bomber jackets, furcoats, oversized winter coats, sweatervests).
The game starts now. ]
RULES | CHEATSHEET | DAY/NIGHT CYCLES | LOGISTICS & WINNING | ROOMS | BRING YOUR OWN TOPLEVELS
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I'm not saying 'no'. Only that I'm unsure how viable this solution would be in the long run. Or that others haven't already chosen weapons and rooms.
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If we keep it up, they're gonna have to let it end sometime.
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I don't think there's enough trust for that here.
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But even they gotta know this'll work out better for everyone in the long run.
Sides, you know as well as I do - they've never changed the rules mid-game before.
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So what? If no one's got a weapon, it ain't gonna matter.
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Your ideal for this is beautiful, but the producers won't allow it. And no one is going to trust everyone at the moment. Not with the temp units.
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Yeah.
Guess you're right.
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Genuinely, I really do wish it was like how you wanted. It would make all of this so much easier.
[ Reaching a hand up to gently rest it on his head. ]
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...I better go.
We better figure out what we're doing, if it ain't this.
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And yet - what alternatives do we have, truly? We can sit by ourselves and stew, or we can stand up and try to make a difference. Even if it's futile, it's better than lamenting our lot, then playing along anyway.
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