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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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[And lower, though still mostly measured]
I think you're setting yourself up to be super murdered and I gotta say I ain't really a fan.
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[But he is. Checking the time,]
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[looks away]
...You guys know where you're going? Or can you say?
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But I guess if we don't say it out loud it's fine...
[Writing something down on a piece of origami paper, then passing it over to her]
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Are you sure?
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No one's on board, so - like you said. If there ain't a plan to stick to, doing it just cause is only gonna get us killed.
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...I know what I said before. But still.
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I mean - you heard everyone, yeah? There's no point sticking with a plan that ain't happening anyways.
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[She leans in again, attempting to pull him into a hug]
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[At last, very soft, somewhat muffled by her shoulder:]
This place sucks.
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Yeah, it does.
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[Then, finally:]
...I better go. We gotta put in what we're doing.
[He does not actually move to let go, though,]
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How much time?
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Okay, cool.
[Then he's just going to stay here a little longer]
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