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

[Aganzir]

Agan follows Nerwen's eyes to Mnemo.

"Erm... Is she quite alright?"

She steps towards her and waves her hand before Mnemo's eyes. Nothing happens. Aganzir tries to find sally but cannot see her anywhere. Then she comes up with an idea. "Hey Kuru, could you help wake her up?"

[Formendacil]

Formendacil wandered back into the chaos having gouged out a bit of his blood, stabbed himself with a couple needles, and then found a nice, quiet, corner of the pub to say Lauds. Then, somehow not yet soaked, he made his way back to the main crowd, and looking about carefully for Kuru, headed over to Brinn, handing her a folded piece of paper.

"I'm going for some fresh air, and a bit of a long walk, maybe see if I can't find tgwbs's college. Anyway, I might not be back for a bit. Give this to the Moderator if I don't come back in time."

"Moderator?" asked Brinn, "but Esty didn't come to this Barrow-convention!"

But Formy was already halfway to the door. One of the reasons he had discerned the vocation he had was a comfort with being alone, and after as much time as he had spent in the Bird and Baby, he was ready to be away from the chatter of the crowd.

Not sure what Formy had meant, Brinn opened up the sheet, and read the simple message printed thereon:

++ the phantom, just 'cause.

Brinn shook her head. There was no way Formy could be back in time for Days 2,3,4 of an in-person Werewolf game. You could go through one of those in a couple hours.

OOC: I'm off to lunch in half an hour, then to my last day of classes, then back home for our Holy Thursday banquet and then evening Mass, then some of us are running around to different parishes this evening for Adoration before Midnight. I'll be abstaining from the Internet (and won't have time with watching The Passion together, going to the Mass of the Pre-Consecrated, a Good Friday orchestral concert, and holding an evening Tenebrae service), so I won't be "back" until Saturday. It'll be a long "walk" for Formy.

[Kent2010]

"Lion King's a good film." Kent replied. "You know I heard you talking about Be Prepared, the funny story about that, Jeremy Irons couldn't finish the song because it was too much strain on his voice, chronic smoking and all. Still good song and a great Scar. But I guess you're more interested in finding out how I got here?"

"I just stumbled upon this place, and lurked around for a couple weeks. Not Grima lurking, but I believe thats what you call it here. This happens to be the first forum I joined, it looked like a nice, welcoming place, and I have not been disappointed. Werewolf looks very similar to Mafia, are you familiar with that game?"

Agan shook her head, but Kent wanted to keep her interest, so he went on: "Like I said this Werewolf looks very similar. Only instead of hunting werewolves, you're after deadly mobsters. There's the G-man, he can spot and influence the townspeople to kill mobsters, and a Guardian angel that watches over, protects us from the mobsters' kills. I'm not worried about being a newbie here, mobsters are much worse than werewolves. I imagine werewolves are more gruesome, but the big Dons will have no fear about shooting someone in public, and in broad daylight. Their influence can be tough to break."

Kent had finished telling his first lie since coming to Oxford. What did it matter that he never played real Mafia, or faced real mobsters, only the card game? No one here had to know that.

"Oh, you're the new member! The one with the expiry date!"

"That would be me" Kent said to the lady. "I have some 260 odd days left, and felt I had to try this before I expire. May I ask for your name, Miss?

[Kuruharan]

Having lost his first prospective target due to excessive cat-like treading, Kuruharan suddenly flings his bucket of ice on Boromir88.

Then he stands by with notepad and pencil to record the results...which one *does* hope will be more exciting than the tourney.

[Mnemosyne]

"Um.... what's going on?"

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

"Your mom's going on," snickered Fea as she waited for food that she should have ordered four hours ago to be ready. She wondered when Nienna, Lari, and Mira would start yelling at her for skipping lunch. Tea, she'd learned the hard way, did not constitute a meal. Not even chai.

She would literally kill, she knew, for some well prepared blackoned salmon, but that was never going to happen. Instead, she sipped her chai and closed her eyes, listening to the voices around her.

Flirting is all well and good at night, she thought, when shadows conceal and comfort, but day time means solitude and getting work done. She tucked her nose back into the history book she was reading, curled up in a booth, pen in hand, eying juicy 1810's tidbits of CNY gossip. The number of people who drowned in this lake, she thought, you'd think they'd stop their kids from going near...

She reached a further section and smirked. "Local man missing," she read. "Suicide or marriage presumed."

Heh... death or marriage. I like it.

[Isabellkya]

Seeing some of the others up and moving about in search of coffee, or perhaps food - brought her rumbling stomach to her attention. She hadn't eaten since she left; not trusting airplane food. Blech.

"May I have a glass of orange juice, a glass of apple juice - cranberry if you don't. A glass of water, and an apple or banana if you have one perhaps?" She asks the man behind the bar.

She eyes the naked man, and the sneaking dwarf responsible who'd just dumped ice on another victim. The victim seemed to be in a frozen state; perhaps going over the possible reactions in his head?

"Uh, bartender; have any spare clothes or perhaps rope back there?"

I'm sure someone could make a skirt for the naked man out of the bar towels. I thought I saw a pom-pom under one of the tables, perhaps they could add a little fringe to it? Or he could be a scantily clad one-pom cheerleader.

Carrying her fare back to the table, she sips as she listens to the rules of the card game.

[Nogrod]

Nogrod woke up from the corner of the pub feeling most confused and embarrased. Well, someone must have dragged me here... "Thanks anyone, for helping me out that is". But it seemed no one noticed.

So he got up and went to the counter to have another ale to refresh himself. Suddenly his eyes caught a visitor's list that was laying on the table. "Aganzir, yeah... Alonariel, Alonariel? leiranola? A lone Ariel? Hmm... interesting to get to meet with new people. Boro, well that's a nice surprise... I sure need to find him the first thing I do... well after this pint of course. Brinniel, Ahh, soo great to meet her again. Let's just hope she's not going to get me killed yet again. Fea, Firefoot, Form... now this is getting even more interesting, how good to meet all those three in person... Greenie, Gwath... Oh this list is long as a year of famine! 23 people! Now this must be a BD-meeting record. Do I even have time to greet everyone?"

Suddenly he heard someone talking about the mafia-game and turned to look at the speaker. The man he decided had to be Kent was just asking whether Agan was familiar with the game and she shook her head. Well, well, well... Agan's already on the game mode I see... That veteran-master-mafioso is shaking her head about even knowing the game... interesting, but so like her. She's really good at that. I really do have to keep an eye on her - like everyone always should if their lives are dear to them...

After scanning the room for a while he finally spotted Boro and decided to start with him.

"Hi there Boro! So good to see you. You still believe in that "if it talks like a wolf and walks like a wolf then it is a wolf" -philosophy? I've tried it in a few games disregarding more complicated scenarios - with varying success." Nogrod smiled and raised his pint as for a toast.

[Aganzir]

Originally Posted by Kent2010

"You know I heard you talking about Be Prepared, the funny story about that, Jeremy Irons couldn't finish the song because it was too much strain on his voice, chronic smoking and all. Still good song and a great Scar.

"Well, he got it mostly done and that's what matters. And Jim Cummings did well, too. But actually I almost prefer the Finnish version." Agan switches on her laptop and finds the video on Youtube, forgetting about the cardgame. "His voice is better when he speaks, though. He sounds more like Scar then."

"I just stumbled upon this place, and lurked around for a couple weeks.

"Heh I lurked for more than a year. It took Thinlómien so long to convince me to join. But welcome, it's always nice to see fresh blood on board.

"And as for Mafia... Well, we have played werewolf in person before, kind of, and it's called Mafia, but our rules are more similar to those of Barrow-Downs werewolf. There's a wolf (or mafioso) or two, and sometimes a seer or a ranger, depending on the number of participants. I've done it in every Downer meeting I've been to, except for one where there were too few of us, and it's lots of fun... Excluding the time I was a wolf and got killed on day 1. That happened when Brinn was in Finland a year ago." Aganzir sighs and puts on a tragic face. "But no, I've never tried that sort of Mafia."

An instinct that dates back to a time when man was still prey makes Aganzir turn around, and she sees Nog eyeing her with a knowledgeable smile that always makes her feel nervous when playing the said live werewolf game with him. "What is it? I haven't done anything yet!" she asks, "and where's my lil' Greenie?" But Nog has already turned to speak to Boro.

Aganzir tries to turn her concentration back to the game but fails. Besides she's starting to feel a bit tired. "Anyway, there's this DVD I bought today and I'd like to watch at least parts of it now, if you guys don't mind. Feel free to join me if there's anyone else who wants to hear something great." She inserts Leonard Cohen Live in London into her laptop's DVD drive, and soon the first notes of Dance Me to the End of Love echo in the room.