GAME 1: FIRST DAY.

[thecrook]

GAME ONE the first day The elevator doors slide open with a gentle ping, and inexplicably, you find yourself inside a bar overlooking an impossible city view. Depending on your constitution, you may feel your knees begin to buckle, and fortunately several plush chairs are ready to accommodate both drunkards and weary travelers alike. Waist-high tables stocked with water and high-caliber champagne are dotted across the bar's lounge -- perhaps you will help yourself to some refreshments? Small alcoves flow off the main interior of the lounge, leading to seventeen tiny, tiny rooms with an uncomfortable (but nice looking) cot for each person still in play. The rooms even have each player's name etched above them in delicate cursive, signaling who belongs where. if you feel like investigating your room, you may decide that its interior leaves much to be desired. But most importantly, as you enter the lounge, a thin blond woman, who would perhaps be quite beautiful if it weren't for the permanent grimace across her face, will hand you a thick sheet of card stock with the game's rules stamped across it in gold foil. "You have until this evening to cast your first suspicions," she says to you, her clipped tone markedly unpleasant. "The wolves will meet in secret, of course, and the veterinarian may leave their protection anonymously. The last special role in play, the lovers, are encouraged to keep their circumstances secret." A champagne bucket sits on the bar top. Slips of paper and a pen are next to it. Will you take this time to cast your aspersions? Poll #18576 Cast your suspicions. This poll is closed. This poll is anonymous. Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 15 Who do you doubts? View Answers Akane Kurashiki 1 (6.7%) Billy the Kid 3 (20.0%) Geir 0 (0.0%) Iwatooshi 2 (13.3%) Kumiko Oumae 0 (0.0%) Magilou 2 (13.3%) Mako 0 (0.0%) Margaret 0 (0.0%) Munehisa Iwai 3 (20.0%) Ninurta Noah 0 (0.0%) Renzou Shima 0 (0.0%) Rin Okumura 1 (6.7%) Saenoki Naho 1 (6.7%) Siana Noska 0 (0.0%) Sigma Klim 2 (13.3%) Tatsuya Suou 0 (0.0%) Vern 0 (0.0%)

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[punchesgod]

[ Arguably the friendliest looking dragon he's ever seen and probably not a demon, but old habits die hard and Tatsuya, without any preamble tries to entertain the creature.

By making a perfect imitation of a fighter plane taking off. ]

[rootandbranch]

[I mean, he does appear to be successful. the dragon stares enraptured at the fighter plane, eyes widening even further; oh dear, they really are large. its whole face is large. it's a large dragon.]

What is that?!

[punchesgod]

[ ....it's so cute. There is an overwhelming urge to take it home and see how it'll react to guitar solos and speeches about internal strength.

Unfortunately thats not possible right now. - and he doesn't have his guitar. ]

It's a plane. It can fly like you, but it's made out of metal.

[ He tries a motorcycle sound next. A personal favourite. ]

[rootandbranch]

[there's a high possibility it would react positively to these things, from outward appearances, though where you'd put it at home is of course more up for debate.]

So what, a metal ship that can fly? What kind of dwarves built that? I--

[gets cut off in the middle of that thought by the motorcycle noise; the ridges along his face stand straight up, and he looks back and forth for the source. o_o!!!!!!!!!!!]

[punchesgod]

[ He'll find a way to fit it into his tiny Japanese home. Just you wait.

He smiles at the second reaction, it really is a amicable dragon. Hesitantly he pats the creature on it's snout, like he's patting a very skittish dog even though it's Tatsuya who is the skittish one in this situation. ]

That was me again. That was the sound a motorcycle makes, it's like a metal horse.

[ He's pretty endeared and wants to show off, so he adds a personal detail. ]

I can't make things, but I've fixed them before. Do I look like a dwarf?

[rootandbranch]

[the scales on his nose are unexpectedly soft. the touch prompts a TINY SNEEZE and a surprised blink from the dragon, but it doesn't seem upset; just surprised at the unanticipated familiarity.]

No, you don't even have a beard. How would you make a horse out of metal?

[punchesgod]

What do you call yourself?

[ He gives the dragon another pat before wiping the dragon snot on his sweatpants with little fanfare. ]

I shave. But, yeah, I'm human.

...It's, not exactly shaped like a horse, more like...a beetle. It just gets compared to them since they were meant to replace them; machines don't get tired.

[rootandbranch]

[the dragon gives him a narrow-eyed look.]

You come from a place where dwarves make metal beetles for people to ride. Sorry, but that's... that's just weird.

--oh! I'm... Geir.

[punchesgod]

Tatsuya.

[ He simply nods in agreement, no point in telling him dwarves don't really exist in his world the same way they do in its. ]

It is. But, someone who actually paid attention in history class would probably explain it better, give you reasons why it happened.

I wasn't a very good student. I'm better at fixing things.

[rootandbranch]

I'm not a student either, so it's fine. You just came from a very weird place.

[but more importantly]

How do you make sounds and pictures like that, out of thin air?

[punchesgod]

Practice.

[ He states it simply, like it was obvious. ]

Demons like unusual things, so I use the sounds to convince them to do things for me.

[rootandbranch]

Is it magic? I've never seen that kind before!

[he's EXCITED, tail lashing just a little with enthusiasm like an overstimulated cat.]

[punchesgod]

[ He smiles and shakes his head. ]

No, just vocal training. I have to summon someone to use magic.

[rootandbranch]

Doing that without a magic power...



That's just like magic! Wow!