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

[Nienna]

Nienna orders some food for her and any various people who have not eaten yet... *tsk tsk*.

"Yeah... Where is that cute girl who has recently reaffirmed my love for popsicles?" she wonders to Fea who is vaguely reading nearby.

After eating Nienna wanders around mingling with the other people she doesn't really know.

To Kent she explains "Funny story... so me and all my roommates *points around* play WW except one... and she plays Mafia. She gets all cute and curious asking about a narrator and detective in regards to our games... while we talk of dreams and lynchings... It's the same principle but I believe ours are more intense."

She continues mingling "Hi! I'm Nienna, roomates with Fea, Lari, and Mira (most of the time)"

To Brinn "So... I'm moving to Boston... what insight can you give?... When can we hang out?... When are we going to get all these Downers to come visit?"

[Aganzir]

There's this song Form has to listen to when he comes back from his walk.

*continues to spend her evening with Leonard Cohen*

[Nogrod]

Originally Posted by Boro

"But please, do tell how that if it talks like a wolf and walks like a wolf then it is a wolf has worked for you?"

"Hah. Well it works sometimes and on others it doesn't..." Nogord smiled widely and winked an eye.

"But I have a feeling - totally unsupported by any statistics or that kind of stuff as I'm not used to collect that kind of data either - that you really tend to end up supporting lynches for a lot of insecure newbies by that tactics but it tends to work better with the "big fish" or what should you call it; the "loudmouthed and scheming veterans"? But yes, pushing buttons is a good way to approach the game, or to stir the discussion in any way possible - although that is always risky as many people wish to avoid thinking and hard decisions and go with the flow against those who are controversial. That's kind of sad... but no can do." Nogrod frowned but then smiled again. "But that's the game, as you know?"

Suddenly Nogrod heard Aganzir protesting aloud. But it was not that which stirred him up. It was the following sentence:

Originally Posted by Aganzir

and where's my lil' Greenie?

Uups! I should be asking that question... My parenting may be lousy... I know, but this is bad. I've lost my daughter somewhere. I'm sure she was with me in London as we arrived. Nogrod turned a bit pale and started frantically to look around to the crowd. "Sorry", he managed to mumble and started counting the people inside walking from one group to another asking whether anyone had seen her. There were still a few people who had not come and Nogrod was sure Greenie was one of them.

"Excuse me, I'll check outside. Let's discuss more later..."

A terrible idea flashed into Nogrod's mind as he went out from the door. Now if Form is a werewolf and didn't actually exit for holy-bussiness... then Greenie is in real danger!

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Fea watched Nienna, wishing she was as comfortable mingling at parties. She was quite sure that all present, if they were paying any attention to it at all, had noticed by now that she, Fea, stayed very close to the people she was already comfortable with, shyly avoiding interaction with anybody that might require that which was, in mingling circles, referred to as 'small talk.'

She eyed Kent, wondering how he came to be here, and how his first game would define him to others.

She looked at Nog, not so much intimidated as uncertain. If she could think of something to say, surely she would go say it, but without a set topic in mind, she didn't like to approach someone.

She could imagine it now:

She would walk up to Nog, who was talking to Boro, and they would both pause their completely brilliant and engrossing discussion about mature important things, and they would look at her, and wait for her to reveal why she was interrupting them, and she would try to think of the reason why she had thought it might be a good idea to stand up and cross the room and bother these nice people who were really too good to be talking to someone like her anyway-

-and then she would mumble, "Hello."

And they would very accomodatingly forgive her for being useless and awkward, and they would say, "Hello" back, and then...

Then all would fall to silence, and Fea would feel her throat constrict, and she'd know that any words she could think of - and all of the words would be really vapid anyway - would come out in a choked squeek, and then-

-and then everybody would know once and for all that she's actually quite terrible at group social events.

Thinking all these thoughts in the space of about a second, Fea positioned herself cooly in the booth she had claimed for herself, legs stretched out casually across the seat. Next to her she had a gimlet. She was, she'd learned, the kind of woman that can drink a gimlet unselfconsciously, for all that she had to add a bit of sugar to it to make it go down more gently. She had, however, only had a sip. She was quite afraid, to be honest, that actually consuming the entire drink would lubricate her inability to function just enough that she might actually get up and talk to strangers.

STRANGER DANGER her mom's voice shrieked in her imagination.

Fea kept herself from huddling shyly, and postured her body confidently, but still, deep inside, shivered like a little kid whose mom was inexplicably late to picking her up from school (with bullies closing in as the clock ticked), and watched Nog hurry off in search of his daughter.

[Shastanis Althreduin]

Spying Boro talking to Kuruharan at the bar, Shasta raised an eyebrow.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here. Excuse me just a moment, ladies, I've some... business to attend to."

Excusing himself from the now-defunct card game, Shasta went back to the corner he'd originally placed himself in. Checking under the table, he smiled to himself; his duffel bag was still there. And inside...

A gift from Brinniel a while back. Shasta hefted the folding hand-crossbow and drew an arrow from the bag at his feet, pulling back the slide of the bow and nocking the arrow, snapping the clip into place.

In one swift motion, he raised the weapon, took a split second to aim, and fired. Down went the bow, slack went the string, up folded the wings of the bow. By the time Boro's eyes focused on the arrow embedded and still-quivering in the bar inches from his torso, the crossbow was holstered under Shasta's long vest and he was innocently sitting next to Agan, watching the movie play on the laptop.

[Kuruharan]

“Hmmm…,” said Kuru. “Sputtering incoherence,” he wrote on his pad, “and threats of revenge.” He paused. “Yes, I’d say you handled that much better than Nilp. Course, he set the bar pretty low.”

“By the way, wouldn’t one have actually have to have, oh I don’t know, actually beaten you a time or two in Werewolf…”

Dun-Dun-Dun-DUUUUNNNHHH

“…ahem, in Werewolf to qualify as an arch-nemesis? Just a thought.”

Turning to another Downer, Kuru says,

“Aganzir you are evil. Did I mention that I am running a pool?”

Kuru pulls the arrow out of the bar as if nothing had happened and turns to Shasta.

“Your’s, I believe.”

[Boromir88]

“By the way, wouldn’t one have actually have to have, oh I don’t know, actually beaten you a time or two in Werewolf…”

"A fact that would be wise to keep in mind, master dwarf. But, anyway, Wile E. Coyote never managed to beat the Road Runner, yet they were definitely arch-nemesi."

Boro heard a twang, followed by a loud thud. He looked to see a bolt lodged into the side of the bar, it was a mere centimeter away from his torso.

"It appears I'm not the only one you have to worry about." Kuru said as he scribbled another note on his pad.

"Tis a fool whoever believes one arrow can slay me!" Boro boasted and looked around to see if he could ind the perp.

He looked at Gwath, who had been minding his own business the entire party. Couldn't be, a crossbow doesn't seem to be his weapon of choice, besides he'd only get rid of you once you declared him innocent.

Boro had turned his attention to Fea, who had often advocated his death, but surely she would not want me out this early, only when I prove completely useless for her would she do it. He noticed Fea's sophisticated appearance, yet the trembling hand gave away her surpressed weakness. I never gave her a filibuster...I wonder?

“Your’s, I believe.” Kuru tossed the arrow to Shasta.

"It must have pained you to miss by that much" Boro laughed, recalling the great fake reveal.

[Nerwen]

I'm Nerwen," said Nerwen, in response to Kent. "You've probably seen my name around the forums... you know, I'm getting quite excited by this talk of a real-life WW game. It should be quite something, with all these veterans around– although it's also nice," she grinned, a grin made a trifle wolfish by her angular features, "to get some fresh blood–"

She was cut off by the twang of a bowstring, followed by the thud of a bolt striking wood, and looked around in time to see Shasta hastily stuffing a crossbow down his shirt.

"No idea you took grudges that seriously, Shasta. I hope you don't expect the rest of us to pay for the damage?" Nerwen tried to speak with the unflappability of a true Australian, but she could feel her pale face growing a shade or two paler.

Maybe live Werewolf isn't such a great idea after all...

Too tall to be easily lost in the crowd, Nerwen began looking around for a convenient dark corner to disappear into. Shasta's next target would surely be the phantom, but it was possible that he would remember she had been Boromir88's packmate in that fatal game.

[Kent2010]

"It does sound more intense" Kent agreed with Nienna. "That's the big reason I came, because it looks like you can get more involved, especially with all the fine personalities. Also I've never ran away from a challenge." False he muttered to himself.

He scanned the room, watching all the 'Downers, this will be an adventure. We haven't even begun and there is already bolts and hostile words.

Kent saw that the man who asked if he was from Ohio, he looked relaxed and less testy than after the dwarf had thrown ice all over him, so he decided to go back and introduce himself. "Hi, name's Kent. Boro I hear the people call you?" The man nodded. "Nice to meet you. I'm not from Ohio, I was born and raised in PA, but the last couple years I've lived in an apartment in Ohio. I'm going to school in Kent, its been a lot easier and cheaper to live out here, with tuition being as high as it is."