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

[Firefoot]

Firefoot could not help overhearing Formy's comments to Kuru, and crossed the short distance separating her from them.

"You know, I really don't have time to be here... papers to write, and all that... much less time for webcomics, but after the first couple episodes of that, Formy, I do believe you're right; it looks to be every bit as funny as DM of the Rings."

For the first time, she noticed that Kuru looked to be rather... unwell. "Alright there, Kuru?" she asked.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

"Technically, love," Fea winked at the phantom, "I make a living as a librarian, but I'm sure I could combine both the things you mention by charging people to take pictures while I'm covered in paint..."

[Nogrod]

Nogrod was late and he knew it. But there was nothing he could do about it and he was so tired he felt dizzy. Luckily I have my energy-boosting yellow rubber-boots on, he smiled to himself while greeting the people already in. It was so good to see all these people with whom he shared such fond memories and with whom he had had such nice time.

"Not yet hating Day minus ones? Form, Nilp, anyone?" he flashed a smile on his way to the counter.

After one Spitfire ale he felt his eyelids closing with an irresistible force his muscles or will couldn't fight against. "Not my best day..." he managed to mumble before he fell down to the floor, sleeping. It was not his best day.

[Nienna]

Nienna listened and observed the people around her as she sat sipping her girly drink. She couldn't help but giggle as she listened to Fea and Phantom thinking... "if he only knew"...

Mira and Lari kept shouting out words that begin with 'P' for no apparent reason so Nienna threw in 'Pumpernickel' and went back to her drink.

After some minutes she pulled out her sketchbook and a bright green mechanical pencil and began sketching the group of interesting people around her.

[Shastanis Althreduin]

Shasta welcomed Aganzir (really, Lion King? Who else could she be?) with a grin.

"Your choice; I'm fine with either "Be Prepared" or "Two Ladies"."

[Kuruharan]

Kuruharan awoke with a loud gasp for air.

"Quite alright Firefoot, quite alright. Thank you for asking."

Turning to Formendacil he said, "Indeed I have read some of Darths and Droids. Alas I fear I hold the reverse of your opinion as I believe DM of the Rings to be the superior piece. The author of Darths and Droids himself said it best when he said that the acting in Star Wars is a bit "stoic." I would say wooden. Makes for less interesting images, in my opinion. And also Star Wars is suffering from an acute Gimlilessness (try to say that out loud) and Gimli was definitely the star of the show in DM of the Rings. I will concede that I have never had the chance to read all of Darths and Droids...and it is a rather big giggle to hear Qui-Gon saying in my head 'What? I'm still looking at the equipment list.'"

Still, in spite of his cheerful assurances to Firefoot, Kuru was being afflicted with a growing sense of unease. He wasn't quite sure if it was the oxygen deprivation or one or two odd things that were cropping up.

Who, for example, had hired this dreary, mournful, black-clad band who insisted on playing such gloomy airs in opposition to the spirit of merriment the Downers sought to create? What was even more annoying was their habit of playing hair-raising chords every time anyone mentioned Werewolf, wolves or poodles in general. Thankfully, most Downers seemed able to tune them out, although there was one awful ten-minute spasm of ear-shattering violin solos when somebody mentioned getting a two week old puppy for a present.

Yes, Kuru decided he needed to liven things up a bit so he grabbed Form and Firefoot and anybody else nearby, plopped them down at a table and began to deal the cards. (Have to pay for the trip somehow).

Five humiliating routs later, Kuruharan was decidedly in a state of mourn expectation. There was definitely some ill juju in the air about Oxford this evening. Kuru never lost at cards!

Our Hero swatted impatiently at the giant raven that kept flapping about his ears and looked out the window to see if the banshee was still leering ghoulishly at him.

Yup.

Either somebody had spiked his tea or there were some seriously bad omens about.

One of weaker heart and stomach would probably have been daunted by these portents, but Kuru didn't let them get to him...much.

*CRACK KA-BOOM*
Dun-Dun-Dun-DUUNNNH

went a loud crack of thunder (and the band).

"Nice touch," thought Kuru as he returned his mind to repairing his fortunes at the table.

[Aganzir]

Originally Posted by Mnemosyne

"So, right," she said, batting her eyelashes in an intentionally irritating Suvian fashion. "Which Finn are you?"

"I am the one who is not a part of the family, I befriended Lommy in primary school and have been her right hand ever since. Also, I'm Lobelia, if you remember the photos. Gosh I could dress up as her again some day, it was lots of fun.
And you were the Éomer in high heels, weren't you?"

Agan waves casually to Mira and Kent and blows a kiss to Form. Then she notices Nog's boots. "Awesome! I didn't know you're still wearing those! I'm glad they make you feel energetic.

"And great that you recognized me although I'm not dressed up as Scar (which I do at times), Shasta. Could you sing them both? And have you seen the Lion King musical? Also The Madness of King Scar is pretty awesome. Hmm but yes, Be Prepared and Two Ladies are fine as well, but we need some hyenas for the former... Hey Phantom! Any chance you could lend your voice for Ed?" Agan smirks.
"Me myself, I can't sing at all. But if you give me some clay... Did I tell I recently made another little sculpture that I named after Downers?" She glances around her quickly. "Luckily, neither of them is here. They might not want to hear the details."

[Gwathagor]

http://www.dvdbeaver.com/film2/DVDRe...20PDVD_013.jpg

http://www.searchingforagem.com/1980...unfighter3.jpg

If you feel the need to envision me, do so along these lines.

[Formendacil]

Originally Posted by Aganzir

Agan waves casually to Mira and Kent and blows a kiss to Form. Then she notices Nog's boots. "Awesome! I didn't know you're still wearing those! I'm glad they make you feel energetic.

Kuru's impromptu card game faltering as the initiator began to falter, Formendacil caught sight of Aganzir blowing him a kiss, and took the opportunity to mingle a bit more, bowing politely to Firefoot and the others, and making his way to where Agan, wearing a costume from The Lion King was chatting with Shasta, whom he'd not much interacted with.

"Tsk, tsk, Aganzir," he scolded, a contradictory grin on his face. Paternal scolding, he re-emphasised to himself. No flirting with the Downer girls--no letting them flirt with you. At least, don't let's go beyond flirting--that's crossing the line too much as it is.

"You don't approve, serious Master Formy?" said Agan, blowing him another kiss for good measure, causing him to roll his eyes and reply.

"I really can't approve of that stuff--at least in relation to me," he said. "Might get me kicked out of a lifetime vocation, and all that. Besides, there are plenty other people to throw kisses to here. You could always be the first step in turning the phantom/Fea situation into a Love Dodecahedron.

"Which reminds me..." he muttered to himself, "I think I meant to stalk--er, meet. Yes, that's it: meet. Meet Sally at some point."

[Kuruharan]

Originally Posted by Formendacil

You could always be the first step in turning the phantom/Fea situation into a Love Dodecahedron.

*would pay to see this*

[Isabellkya]

Izzy enters the Pub and lets the door shut quietly behind her. She meanders towards the bar as she surveys the room, occupied by strangers. She thinks she recognizes Shasta, but can't be sure.

Ordering a drink, she checks her phone to note the hour; eyes widening at the amount of misplaced time. Quickly, her fingers move over the keys to set the alarm.

Drink half gone, she sets it on a vacant table with a bench. Jacket wadded into a ball, she curls up on the bench and closes her eyes.

[Nerwen]

Looks like this trip's going to pay for itself...

Nerwen permitted herself a slight smile as she pocketed her winnings. She was always on her guard when someone initiated a card game out of the blue, but Kuruhuran had turned out to have literally nothing up his sleeve.

She herself, on the other hand... her smiled broadened a trifle as checked that none of her concealed decks of cards were outlined through her clothing.

Almost as satisfying was the fact that she had managed to "lose" her cheerleading pom-poms to Formendacil in an early round.

Wonder what he'll do with them... What did I bring them for, anyway?

Nerwen approached the group of Formendacil, Aganzir, Shasta and another Downer she did not recognise.

"Drinks are on me," she told them. "I'm celebrating. Oh, and would you like to play again, Formy? Perhaps I'll win my pom-poms back from you."

[Formendacil]

Originally Posted by Nerwen

"Drinks are on me," she told them. "I'm celebrating. Oh, and would you like to play again, Formy? Perhaps I'll win my pom-oms back from you."

"Pom poms?" Formendacil paused guiltily, noting Nerwen's fluttering eyelashes. Did all the Downer girls have to be pretty? "Oh. Those pom poms."

He glanced guiltily back at the table the cards had been at, and could just catch a glimpse of one of the poms where he had tried stuffing them under the seat.

"Sorry," he said, "I must've lost them... somewhere. I think I'll sit this game out. I'd rather lose my devalued Canadian dollars on English ales than cards."

And maybe he'd avoid looking for Sally just yet. Brinn had just walked in, and as the only Downer of his previous acquaintance, he wanted to say hi--and then perhaps slip off to a corner to pray Vespers. At least if Nilp or Isabellkya hadn't taken all the good corners, anyway...

[Brinniel]

Brinn arrived in Oxford late, after suffering from an extremely cruddy day. Sick and bruised (and not to mention jet lagged), she struggled to muster all the energy she could to walk through those pub doors and put aside her sour mood.

The inside of The Eagle and the Child was already crowded with Downers and the lively atmosphere did somewhat lift Brinn's spirits. Happy memories from her last visit here remained vivid in her mind...has it really been almost a year? Yet this second visit was even more extraordinary with so many Downers in attendance. Scanning the room, Brinn noticed she was not the last one to arrive; there were still many expected guests that had not yet shown up.

Before greeting anyone, Brinn rushed to the bar and ordered a pint of dark beer and sipped on it slowly, hoping the alcohol would help distract her from all the frustrations she experienced in the past week. Carrying her drink with her, she meandered through the pub looking for familiar faces. What she needed most right now was to let loose and have a good laugh with friends. And what better place to do that than here? After all, everyone knows that out of anyone, it is Barrow-Downers that are best at acting silly (and possibly insane)...

[Mnemosyne]

Originally Posted by Aganzir

And you were the Éomer in high heels, weren't you?"

Mnemi coughs delicately. "Maybe... unfortunately I still can't afford a good pair of high boots that doesn't have me looking like Fea's acting with the guy who got this whole shindig together. But yes, dressing up as fictional characters is much fun; wish I had the means, friends, and occasion to do it more often.

"Speaking of--are those yellow galoshes?

Hey, there, is that a Nog I spy before me?
Must be, for otherwise Sally would abhor me.
She hates poetry when in this way 'tis given.
But if it's all for Noggie's sake, I shall be forgiven!
Hey, now! Derry dol! Psychic armadillo,
All hail the masterful Nogrodadillo!