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Ten Little Ducklings... (A Murder Mystery Mafia)

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Oh I'm DEFINITELY going to RP the crap out of this. Not gonna quote my Role PM, but I'll ping @Look to the Left for confirmation that I wrote out a whole backstory for my character.

Also, gonna say that I got a tiny bit of leeway in that I had sent a name, gender, and country of origin to LttL before the Role PM went down, and (s)he gave it to me.
 
Archeo Lumiere said:
Oh I'm DEFINITELY going to RP the crap out of this. Not gonna quote my Role PM, but I'll ping @Look to the Left for confirmation that I wrote out a whole backstory for my character.

Also, gonna say that I got a tiny bit of leeway in that I had sent a name, gender, and country of origin to LttL before the Role PM went down, and (s)he gave it to me.
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I'll take a look at it later.

Also I guess the Mafia game will be delayed to tomorrow.
 
Also word of warning, It's currently 1:19 PM Sunday for me and I have school tomorrow. If my time zone's too far removed from the majority of players, I'll drop out.
 
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DAY 1: CALM BEFORE THE STORM
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    • Okay now that everyone's here...

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    One by the one guests got out of their beds, they bath, brushed their teeth, got dressed and went down stairs to eat, only to find that there was no staff. One of the guests, a millionaire who owned a long string of restaurants in Sicily volunteered to cook along with help from a Japanese maid who oddly enough was also invited. After a hearty breakfast was cooked and everyone had their fill they cleared the table and a suffocating silence fell. One of them is the Mastermind of this sick play, and they're going to have to figure out who he was. Add to that the great beast strong enough tear down the wall and only comes out at night and their situation is even more dire.

    So they decided, however cruel it may seem, to vote which of them must be the sacrifice. Not only would it satiate the beast, it lower the suspect list. Although most of you felt knots in your stomach just thinking about it.

    To lynch a person, type

    [X] Lynch (insert name here)

    To unlynch, type

    [X] Unlynch (insert name here)

    DAY ENDS AT NOVEMBER 21, 5:00 PM CST. LET THE GAMES BEGIN.
     
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    • "Well now, my good people, I don't believe we've introduced ourselves now have we...As you may have known, I am Duke Francis H. Connors, Esq of Britain."

    Taking a seat and carelessly resting his immaculately shined boots upon a antique coffee-table, the man absently pours himself a glass of wine from the available refreshments. "Ladies, as long as you're not trolls, I will find it acceptable to entertain you. Men, contain your rippling jealousies, and I'll leave you be.

    He raises his glass and looking at the company around him with little respect, downing his drink in a single gulp.

    "But frankly, I'm just as eager to dust off this whole affair as much as the next gent, so let's get crackalackin', yes?"

    (I'll be doing some rping as I see fit lol. The dice gods have graced me with a both a dude character and a pretty fun one at that~)
     
    I look around at the gathered guests, myself included, my white coat and trousers unmarred by the meal I prepared. It's an international affair, featuring rice, fish, and miso soup alongside fresh fruit, tapioca crepes, and pork sausage. I'd normally serve something sweeter, but sugar is not something to feed people already on high tensions. As it stands the tea and coffee are going to wind everyone up. Not that I made the tea for that British stronzo anyway, it was for the Eastern patrons of this abode.

    "I suppose... one of us has to go," I say morosely, the thought of anyone having to die to this sadistic cazzo getting me frustrated to no end. "Not that any of us want to go, but for everyone's sake, I hope we can come to a decision without too much discord. For everyone's sakes, my name is Luciano Gatti, self made millionaire, loving husband, and father of three lovely children," I finish with an introduction, waiting for someone else to respond.

    (Just a note, I'm fairly sure the dice favored me as well, just in that it gave LttL the wiggle to give me my base character. The fact that my job [Not Role] is a chef was all me after the chips fell.)
     
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    (Oh, my bad about editing earlier, I just forgot to put in the note at the end.)
     
    For those curious about who's roleplaying as who I type the names on the second thread mark. Don't worry, just the names, not the role. Really it's just for those who want to roleplay.
     
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    Before I speak, I consider the culture my assistant had come from, calculating my speech carefully, not wishing to offend, despite my higher standing.

    "Sachiko Tomoe-ssi," I say, addressing my attention to the maid, "I must thank you for your assistance, I doubt I could have made quite this large a meal without some assistance."
     
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    "Well now, my good people, I don't believe we've introduced ourselves now have we...As you may have known, I am Duke Francis H. Connors, Esq of Britain."

    Taking a seat and carelessly resting his immaculately shined boots upon a antique coffee-table, the man absently pours himself a glass of wine from the available refreshments. "Ladies, as long as you're not trolls, I will find it acceptable to entertain you. Men, contain your rippling jealousies, and I'll leave you be.

    He raises his glass and looking at the company around him with little respect, downing his drink in a single gulp.

    "But frankly, I'm just as eager to dust off this whole affair as much as the next gent, so let's get crackalackin', yes?"

    (I'll be doing some rping as I see fit lol. The dice gods have graced me with a both a dude character and a pretty fun one at that~)
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    And almost immediately, the situation went from bad to worse, as some egotistical fop with more balls than brains tried to use the circumstances to get laid. If there was one thing that tested Susan's patience for the so called "Stronger Sex," it was men like this Duke guy. Still, it wasn't a terribly big deal. Back home at the circus, Susan had become a sort of unofficial bodyguard for the other girls in addition to her official role as Strong-Woman, keeping their pretty, naive heads safe from men like him. A little bit of flexing and he'd be off running.

    Susan slowly stood up, allowing the full effect of her imposing stature unfold. She was easily the tallest of the guests. "I'm certain, Mr. Duke, that we ladies will be able to stave off boredom without your help. You know, what with the whole 'Trying to Survive' thing." She kept her tone light and pleasant but her sleeveless dress did nothing to hide the way her biceps bulged as she crossed her arms.

    Message delivered, Susan decided that since she was standing already, she should take the opportunity to introduce herself as the chef suggested. Relaxing her posture, she smiled politely and bowed to the other guests. "I'm Susan Fran by the way. I'm a Strong-Woman from the Grand Canadian Circus Fair and I'm honestly not sure why I was invited to a party that has a Duke and a Millionaire in attendance."
     
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