祝日 / Permanent Vacation
Janaina Medeiros
ojovivo
trying on a metaphor
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Claire Keane
#extradirty
hello vonnie
blake kathryn
DEAR READER
Sade Olutola
if i look back, i am lost
Keni
wallacepolsom
ellievsbear
cherry valley forever
we're not kids anymore.
will byers stan first human second
Mike Driver
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@unforgettableirrigoman
- @the-totally-reliable-narrator
Come rain, come shine, you just wanted a pinch of delight. You are, as draw permits...
A Guest
[ Post this ask after the game to come clean about your role. ]
I was just an uninvited guest! Why I was the first one to be voted out?
- @the-totally-reliable-narrator
Come rain, come shine, you just wanted a pinch of delight. You are, as draw permits...
A Guest
[ Post this ask after the game to come clean about your role. ]
I was just an uninvited guest! Why I was the first one to be voted out?
The House Always Wins
All have reached verdict and vote, that the killer among you must be Hood. The clues are numerous and damning, and your aim sure.
The Constable among you, bearing stiffer cuffs than New Newgate could ever purloin, instructs each remaining body to assist in pinning him down. Colfox and Brine, having finished their chess matches, loiter in the doorway as the commotion ensues.
While restraining them, you find a satchel of the dark, inky pollen, the knife used to stab the host, and Brine's stolen calling card from the Over-Jaunty Lordship.
[ You have found your Jack. ]
[ You may take this time to deliberate and discuss while the rest of the epliogue is published. ]
Hood's expressions, that before appeared to have been so affected by what was happening, now, have gone back to how they were at the very start, his normal self. It seems it was all an act.
Only giggles can be heard from him now, with their hood down and with no regret at all for what was done.
That was fun!!!! I suppose i got a bit distracted from what i originally came here to do... Heheheheh! See ya later my friends! (人 .❛ ᴗ ❛.)
I hate that Garreth was killed though. Not my rat.
"Checkmate." He sighs. "Finally. It's time to put everything back into the box. So... Anyone wants to relax by playing cards?"
He seems to be deep in his thoughts. He jest, as if moving something small. He mumbles. Mumbles. Mumbles.
"Дебют неизвестен. Белые против одной красной фигуры. Красная фигура маскируется под белую. Восемь пешек и одна ладья.
Миттельшпиль. Пешки d5 e5 f5 d4 f4 e3 f3. Ладья d3. Пешка e4 убита. Одна из пешек на деле красная.
Две пешки по очереди убиты. Пешки и ладья достигают седьмой горизонтали.
Эндшпиль. Одна пешка убита. Осталось четыре пешки и ладья. Все на шестой горизонтали. Одна из пешек на деле красная... Но какая..."
He makes another move.
"Три пешки... Две..." He says and glances at Hood and Silas. "Two pawns remain."
Second Loss
A new body falls as you all open the foyer doors, just as Colfox had, except managing a few gasps and weezes. A high tolerance has failed its master.
Bandages and fabric make the thump slightly softer, but no less final. The pollen is applied to the neck, almost like a peck.
A @brine-patchfelt has fallen from your retinue.
One more player has died.
One has been protected.
Another one. Another piece captured, another card beaten. In this game of chess the board has been overthrown at least two times. He held his breath. Why, why, why, did the killer use such a venom?! Why the opponent made this move?! He makes a step away from the body.
"Pawn f6." He mumbles, as if trying to interpret the situation with the chess notation.
[ Private Knowledge : Share at your own discretion, as it pleases you ]
Think, think...! You can feel the game crawling up and down your back as all look for a culprit to blame...! Think—who had the opportunity to lace the wine?
It's illogical to both *poison* and stab someone, although not beyond the realm of London possibility. Yet, vague memories itch at you. A poison that potent—your host would've flopped over the moment he whiffed it like Colfox had!
It must've been laced while everyone was deliberating, and the people closest...
[ Watchful challenge, modest difficulty, 66% ]
Yes. Yes. Only [ destinys-engine, brine-patchfelt, the-whole-neathy-lot , the-sunless-garden ] and yourself were close enough.
- @the-totally-reliable-narrator
He mumbles. He curses. He prays. He prays loder. He prays in English. He prays in Russian. He prays in French, in Spanish, he prays, prays, prays, good old tradition, but without proper ritual. Why, why, why this pawn (or bishop? Knight? Rook? Maybe even Queen? It doesn't matter now!) has been captured twice? No-no-no, this is ridiculous! No figure can be caught twice! Think, think...
"I'm afraid that this wine was not for our dear host, but for one of us. This poison is too strong. This wine... This wine has been laced recently."
Axel. Brine. Simon. Hood. On of them did it. One of them. No, no, it's not his work, he can swear! But... Does he believe himself?
First Loss
Someone falls to the floor, and there is initially, a lack of affair. No choking. No gasping. No grasping at the tablecloth. Your mind may suggest a lingering affect of the otherworldly music inflicted upon you all.
But no. Alas.
Upon checking the host's wine to discern more clues, Colfox has quickly dropped.
She does not breathe. Or twitch. It is a sudden, labor free death. There is poison in the glass.
@knife-and-candle has met the Boatman.
One murder by the Jack has occurred.
One player has been protected.
Seeing the sudden fall of Colfox after simply checking the host's wine, and remembering how they had just drank a cup of wine as well (not to mention the full-on bottle of a expensive drink or another he was also about to drink in his hands (which was thrown onto the floor a few seconds later)), Hood quickly spat out everything in their mouth, before pulling one of their carefully stored pre made reaction papers:
WTF??????? ASHDJDKSHAJALSHDHKALA
The paper is completely smudged with the green ink, with only the surprised reaction being readable.
Big, wide eyes once more. Brine, having had no idea that someone other than the host would die tonight, is shocked. Poor Colfox! They were hoping to learn more about them, and make up for their earlier accusation. Their mind then turns to the means of her death, and their mouth opens and closes for a few moments as they try form a defense against their earlier claim that any murder they committed would be clean and poisonous.
"I-I-I I. Ssss-. Fuck. This wasn't me. I hope that's obvious. I hope I don't seem that stupid. I mean right after saying I would handle things this way it-- You guys don't think this was me, do you?"
They look around the room rather frantically.
"Проклятье!" *He curses loudly. Finally, he isn't smiling anymore.
Confessional Challenge
Sometimes, and obstacle can only be solved by the parties involved, stepping forward in some way. Some of you have uncovered, in your inboxes, a piece of the puzzle. Some of you, suspiciously, have not.
He saw all of them. Axel, Monroe, Fox, Brine. All of them have an invitation. Only three of guests are uninvited, perhabs. Hood, Simon, and... Himself. Was it his work? Or maybe he just forgot his calling card in the wrong costume? "Проклятье." He curses silently, using the foreign wods. But can he believe anyone? Can he believe himself? He tries to understand his own presence here. Is it just another combination on the chessboard? Is it his own move while playing draughts? It's like playing a Blindfold Bezique. But this time his cards are probably delt by some charlatan.
I can't decide what beter: 77 or 100 Favours in High Places...
[ Private Knowledge : share by posting, or keep this tidbit to yourself. The choice is yours alone. ]
While keeping the butler available for experimentation, you happen to notice that for being so panicked about the murder, even pointing accusations at Brine earlier, he is oddly... calm, as you hold him now?
No. Bored. Disappointed, perhaps.
He looks more often towards Silas and the corpse than at you. He does not shake. You hear him murmur one thing, a few words.
"What a mess."
- @the-totally-reliable-narrator
Axel frowns at that comment. It may as well just be the adrenaline wearing off, but... that fast? After the suspicious murder of his boss? They weren't sure what conclusions to draw from this, but something, they were sure, was off about this man.
Returning to the main room, slightly put out that they didn't end up testing mysterious Correspondence on anyone after all, they sit on the side of the table and address whoever happens to be in the vicinity.
"You guys notice anything weird about the butler lately? Anyone been keeping an eye on him, or remember anything useful about him?" If anyone were to ask why, exactly, they're bringing this up seemingly out of nowhere, they'd share what they had experienced.
"Good butler is invisible butler, yet always present. This one? This one is not so good butler. At least I can't remember him being good butler. Everyone else, I suppose, too..." He answers, and suddenly he snaps his fingers. "Wait a minute. He also listened to the music, right? And he remembered that our dear friend was eyeing our host! Something isn't right. Something isn't right." His smile twitches again. He definitely starts to loose control.
The Matters of the Chandelier
Rally the Gathered Bodies
Shoot the Damn Thing Down
Uncover a Ladder
[ A Collective Challenge has presented itself. To unlock the phonograph discovered, collaborate with your fellows to pursue one of the options above. ]
*If no option wins out, you will reach a stalemate in your progress, and have failed to cooperate.
The results will be concluded sooner than the listed time, for game efficiency. Basically, I'll announce the result once we have enough votes for a majority.
[ Collective Challenge : ROUSING SUCCESS ]
You and your peers manage to uncover a ladder!What fortune! It appears that the same servant who had begun crying blame, can just as easily cry the location of a storage closet full of cleaning supplies! ( The crying is, unfortunately a bit literal. Bad dust allergy, poor sod. )
Onto the focus of your findings, the ladder is a bit questionable, despite the glamor of the home itself. There's gnaw-marks all over it, smallish.
As such, you may wish to instruct someone quite spry (and possibly disposable) to climb it. Do you have a kindly volunteer?
[ Under this post, discuss who shall climb the ladder. Then I, your Totally Reliable Narrator, shall finish the scene. ]
It was at this that the Red-Hooded person in the corner, finally decided to come out of his silence. He appeared in front of the ladder before anyone else could volunteer, writing as quickly as possible in green ink on the small notebook in his hand.
I volunteer as tribute! The state of this ladder seems slighly fragile right now, someone else might break it. But i, as you can see, I'm sure, am on the smaller side of person! Not to mention that i am super used to climbing on unstable places and positions heheh! <(￣︶￣)> I'm confident it won't break on me!
As quick as a gust or a blink, Hood is up each rung, each step a groan worst than the last. Some as if the ladder itself could give a dying groan.
[ Dangerous challenge, easy difficulty, 95% ]
Alas, it might've been better to have piled in a heap after all. Whatever has been chewing on this structure has specifically gone for the *joints of the rungs*.
The moment his hands slide the contraption from the rest of the chandelier, the added weight brings the first wrung to go out under their feet. The drop triggers the second, and third, and fourth, and fifth...
You all watch as Hood is jaggedly brought back to the floor, on both feet, jolted every three inches by another snapping piece of wood, until he is between what might only now, count as stilts.
But the phonograph is in hand, and safe! Whatever questions may be had about a slot for a phonograph being placed in a chandelier—you have new ones. Quickly.
The record is made of something that... isn't vinyl. Or glass. It radiates heat and strange scent. The marks on it are...?
[ Watchful challenge, hard difficulty, 44% ]
[ Common Knowledge: Aquired ]
Correspondence. The record is made of *lead*.
For those that were holding the ladder, your wrist may hurt a bit.
"Ouch"
The Matters of the Chandelier
Rally the Gathered Bodies
Shoot the Damn Thing Down
Uncover a Ladder
[ A Collective Challenge has presented itself. To unlock the phonograph discovered, collaborate with your fellows to pursue one of the options above. ]
*If no option wins out, you will reach a stalemate in your progress, and have failed to cooperate.
The results will be concluded sooner than the listed time, for game efficiency. Basically, I'll announce the result once we have enough votes for a majority.
[ Collective Challenge : ROUSING SUCCESS ]
You and your peers manage to uncover a ladder!What fortune! It appears that the same servant who had begun crying blame, can just as easily cry the location of a storage closet full of cleaning supplies! ( The crying is, unfortunately a bit literal. Bad dust allergy, poor sod. )
Onto the focus of your findings, the ladder is a bit questionable, despite the glamor of the home itself. There's gnaw-marks all over it, smallish.
As such, you may wish to instruct someone quite spry (and possibly disposable) to climb it. Do you have a kindly volunteer?
[ Under this post, discuss who shall climb the ladder. Then I, your Totally Reliable Narrator, shall finish the scene. ]
It was at this that the Red-Hooded person in the corner, finally decided to come out of his silence. He appeared in front of the ladder before anyone else could volunteer, writing as quickly as possible in green ink on the small notebook in his hand.
I volunteer as tribute! The state of this ladder seems slighly fragile right now, someone else might break it. But i, as you can see, I'm sure, am on the smaller side of person! Not to mention that i am super used to climbing on unstable places and positions heheh! <(￣︶￣)> I'm confident it won't break on me!
"Such a courage! Well now, climb up, climb up, don't worry, if something happens, a friend of mine will help you, once this is over. But I hope you won't need his help!" He laughs. "Well, at least I can hold the ladder so it won't shake. Safety first!"
Common Knowledge
( First Hint ? )
Although details of the conflict are incredibly fuzzy, sensibility and logic does not have to yet allude you and your fellow party goers.
The victim was stabbed eight times, and you and your peers can see that much. You can also see whose footprints are whose in the carpet, with some unfortunate, immense difficulty. How swell that you all have such different tastes in footwear!
The ones who stepped near your currently dispatched host, and therefore within stabbing range, are :
- @/ knife-and-candle
- @/ the-sunless-garden
- @/ brine-patchfelt
- @/ teratomancer
- @/ unforgettableirrigoman
Of course, perhaps, you'd care to argue that the killer sent out their blade by means of crossbow. And while not much proof to go off of just yet, there is panic in the air, and the Constable has cuffs prepared.
Who amongst you will raise the first accusation? Or will you seek out a more permanent solution the Licentiate in your company, if... you are to trust that they *are* a Licentiate?
[ Please discuss and make your claims of accusation under this post! Either in the comments or reblogs. Not required but very much encouraged! ]
[ Next reblog will have a comment from the Denunciatory Butler to jump off of! Remember, accusations from staff are not clues, and not necessarily true. ]
A raised voice, the first, quivering shout. A younger fool who had dropped his only ward, the wine bottle, before all had come to. He is coming out of the same daze as the rest of you. His credentials are probably far lesser.
But he is *louder*. And he points as a Brine Patchfelt.
"Th-that one, with all the bandages, they probably did it! I saw them eyeing my lord all night!"
And sometimes that is all it takes.
Your Setting : The Ides Party
Let us catch up to time, and place, and purpose. You are in a body which breathes. Feel each joint adjust and swivel.
If you cannot see nor hear, then you are amongst the guests being taken by the shoulder. Gripped. The sweat on your skin is cold and strange.
Is it yours?
Focus. There is a body on the floor, and seven other people around you. One thing at a time. Where are you?
[ Watchful challenge, modest difficulty : 59% ]
Turn your FL OC into a bone market buyer!! a quick lil template
(you should probably remove all the examples if you do this btw... i added a bunch from the game for ease of reference but asldkfjds it makes it look like a lot)
Intro Section
The Melancholic Draughts Player
"He buys skeletons that might cure his ennui. He also buys Vital Intelligences and always ready to play some games."
"He pays in Romantic Notions and First City Coins, if you brighten his days. He may also give you some Moves in the Great Game, if you tell him something useful for his work."
"He seeks joy in both games and bones."
Skeleton Section
Skeleton Requirements:
Skeletons with no menace.
Primary Reward: Romantic Notion.
Additional Reward: First City Coin, based on the antiquity and amalgamy. ((Antiquity+Amalgamy)*3)
Sell text:
"Smiling means kind
The Melancholic Draughts player attentively examines the skeleton's face. He frowns a little, but eventually breaks into a smile. "Good job, my delicious friend. This guy looks kind. See? He's smiling. It will make a wonderful toy for children, or for one fun game. Just imagine what kind of rumors would spread if an image of our tea party got into the newspaper!"
You discuss a dozen more jokes and games before he hands you a bag of antique coins. "Take it. I won them fairly, and I'm parting with them fairly. I won so many of them once, even though I started with only seventy-seven coins...""
Additional Purchase and Actions:
Additional Purchase:
Purchased item: Vital Intelligence
Sell action text:
"Sell him a Vital Intelligence
"I guess it's time to work, am I right?" he says, arranging the chess pieces."
Payment: 20 Moves in the Great Game
Payment text:
"Pawn e7, rook in Manchester
He listens to you, simultaneously moving the pieces on the board. When you stop talking, he makes a few more moves, and in the end the white pawn reaches the seventh square. "It's not that bad." He says, removing it from the board. He makes another move, giving the white king a check. All that remains is to checkmate, and you know how."
Additional Actions:
1. Pre-action text:
"Play a game of draughts
Both of you have some time to spend, and he's just found a quiet corner for you two to play."
Result text:
"Fleeting joy
You play, play, play checkers. The game has captured both of you, you fight on equal terms until you are noticed by the owner of the counter behind which you were playing. You and the Melancholic Draughts Player have to agree to a draw and leave before the stunned merchant has time to call the constables.
"I'm so glad that at least someone is playing for the sake of the game, not the reward!" the Melancholic Draughts Player says happily, shaking your hand. "This is the excitement that I live for. Enjoying the process, not the thirst for victory!" He laughs when he tells you about his recent victories.
But soon enough he is gloomy once again. So he asks you one question: wanna play one more time?"
2. Pre-action text:
"Play a game of cards
The say he lost once on purpose and no more. They say he can win even blindfolded. Well, blindfolded or not, you feel yourself lucky, and he has already took a deck of cards from his pocket."
Fail text (90% luck chance +2 Nightmares CP):
"Familiar face cards
The Melancholic Draughts Player lets you shuffle, cut, and even deal cards. Even though you got good cards, he still has better ones. Every time it's you who deals, every time you lose. If you weren't playing for fun, you'd already be on the verge of ruin. But when he starts shuffling the deck, things get much worse.
You have the best possible combination in your hands. However, the Monarch of Weasels looks exactly like your old friend. Their face is distorted with fear. They're looking at you right off the card. The Melancholic Draughts Player notices the confusion on your face. "Did something happen to them?" He asks, as if he knows what you're holding. He puts only one card on the table. The Lady of Mirrors. Your face is reflected in her glass. According to the rules, you lose instantly. The Melancholic Draughts Player only urges you to run to help your friend. But how could he know? How could he know about this? This question will come to you in a nightmare tonight.
Success text (10% luck chance, +7 First City Coins):
"Marvellous luck
You shuffle, cut, and deal the cards. When your cards beat his on the first turn, his eyes light up with excitement. He's starting to play even better than before, as if he's been giving in all this time, and only now is he playing without holding back. Card after card is laid on the table, and only incredible luck, smiling at you, brings you to the last card in the deck. You put it on the table. The Escapee of Cards.
The Melancholic Draughts Player laughs. The card looks like him. "You've won, my delicious friend! You've won! I'm afraid I have to give you all the money I have on me!"
He puts exactly seven coins on the table. Seven coins with a cedar tree on them. "Take it. The cards liked you, and I don't usually argue with them.""
I had to
Well, if this is still trending... I TRIED
the scoundrel compared to other mr cards ocs is like doofenshmirtz compared to doctor doom
some mr cardses are actually competent supervillainesque threats to the revolution. the scoundrel is also here.
some mr cardses get to have consensual workplace relationships with their coworkers. The Scoundrel Is Also Here.
some mr cardses get to have happy endings. the scoundrel is not here. the scoundrel has gone east. she will not return.
some mr cardses get to go :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3. the scoundrel is here!!!!!!!!!!!! yippeeeee :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3 :3
I'm starting to think that I made not the best decision...
