Game Thread: Werewolf- this time it's real!

[Nilpaurion Felagund]

Nilpaurion mumbles something about Facebook being invaded by unwanted beings to a passing Aganzir, and then resumes debating with his full cast of multiple personalities in his narcoleptic state. But then he wakes up with a jolt. He's been soaked by a dastardly dwarf, and him with no luggage. He checks his pockets--perhaps he can buy a change of clothes? But no such luck--not a shilling to his name. To undress or to get colds?

In the interest of science, Nilpaurion undresses. Lynching is valid reaction. (I think.)

[Kent2010]

Kent gave an informal salute to the lady in black who calls herself Agan. He wondered if that's the way the proper Downers' welcome went, but being in an unfamiliar situation didn't bother him too much.

He thought laying low was the perfect plan, as Kent could not afford to let any of the strangers know about his past. How he almost conquered the Zomie kids, nearly found a brain for the hopeless, and almost slew the Great Puppet Decimator. This was his chance to start fresh, make a new name for himself, and escape the man who was almost heroic, nearly completed great tasks, but always ran away.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

After a night with too little sleep, Fea uncurled herself from the spot under the bar where she had been quietly wedged, aiming for some much needed end-of-semester shut eye, and ducked into a restroom to change and do something - anything, really - with her hair.

She returned quietly, glaring at the clock. Many 'Downers, as was their habit, had not yet gone to sleep at all. From the bartender, Fea ordered, "Coffee. Black. If it's weak, add espresso to it. If it's cold, microwave it. But please? Please..." she trailed off weakly. "Just coffee."

With a mug in her shaky hand, she crossed the room, spilling the burning brew on her wrist. She took a deep breath, ignoring the pain, transferring her mug to the other hand, and sucked the coffee off her skin, inspecting the red burn mark. Of course, she thought.

She settled next to Formendacil, who looked at her with brotherly affection. That was, of course, why she chose him for this one thing she desired: "Formy? You should just kind of sit here while I nap on your shoulder, and not let me fall off the chair."

[Kuruharan]

That's definitely an interesting result of my first experiment into hydrology.

Having now discovered my true calling as an evil mad scientist I wonder if the appropriate thing to do is to continue experimentation or immediately begin orchestrating a complex plot to take over the world (or at least see if this can be turned to somehow manipulating the results of the Form pool).

Pool...water...get it?

Har har.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

"And if Kuru comes near me with water," Fea mumbled, barely coherently, "Pray for his soul or something."

[Boromir88]

"Make that two coffees bar keep" said a familiar voice entering the room. His cloak was worn and stained after battling through a random blizzard in early April, that dumped 6 inches, and melted instantaneously in 8 hours as it heated above 60. "Whatever you got, just make sure it gets loaded with sugar."

"I apologize for my impromptness, Master phantom," he said, "And for this dishevelled appearance. When I got the invite I assumed Miami at Oxford, not the fake Oxford. I had to rush through plane cancellations, stand bys, and a 10 hour short bus trip crammed with 19 people to Boston. Long story short, it was a trip to get here."

"It's unfortunate the Lady Mith is not present, I would have loved to meet her, and explain how American baseball is much better than that sport called criquet. Oh well, once I have my filling of wings, beer, and sports, you can count on me to be ready, sir. How about those tourney games...wow did they blow?"

[Nienna]

Nienna squints open her eyes while she tries to disentangle herself from various Mira/Lari appendages. She sits up and yawns, then looks around. Fea and Others with coffee... "good call." She wanders to the bar orders herself coffee with cream and sugar as she tells the nice man that she would like it to taste like ice cream.

Coffee in hand, Nienna wanders over to where various people are scattered in different states of sleep. She grabs a granola bar out of her bag and heads back towards Fea.

"Here. Eat."

[Formendacil]

Originally Posted by Feanor of the Peredhil

"And if Kuru comes near me with water," Fea mumbled, barely coherently, "Pray for his soul or something."

"But that could take all night," muttered Formendacil. Still, he thought, I have a few offices to say between now and whenever Fea's likely to get off my shoulder.

Glancing around furtively to make sure that the phantom wasn't lurking jealously in the shadows with a cleaver intended for him (he wasn't... that Form could find anyway), he pulled out his breviary and quietly started Vespers. He needn't have been quiet--there was rather too much noise in the pub to necessitate that.

Fea sat up, nibbling the end of the bar, feeling like a rabbit, a bit. "Dwarf," she mumbled at Form, though he didn't hear her.

Even if Form had heard Fea, he likely wouldn't have understood what she meant anyway. His biographer in posting this, with his intimate knowledge of Form's mind, certainly cannot fathom it.

After a rather substantial nap next to the drowsy Fea--in between prayers for Kuru's soul--Form had come to the conclusion that he should probably attend to his diabetic needs. Standing up and away from Fea--and towards the possibility of murder by the Love Dodecahedron--he bid Fea an at least temporary farewell.

"At least unless you'd rather I drew blood here in public and then jabbed myself with a syringe, but every crowd seems to have at least one person made queasy by that stuff."

He glanced around at the variously assembled Downers, and remembered that they'd put on 50-odd Werewolf games...

"Of course, this crowd might not have a problem with blood..."