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Post by Avery on Nov 26, 2011 18:27:03 GMT -5
This list contains the names of all of the official players, as well as their current status in life/death. Alive- Christopher Dylans [Maddy]
- Captain Dean Comwell [Gold]
- Shani [Celestial]
Murdered- Cassie Myles [Luna] (Innocent)
- Melanie Baruch [Nat] (Innocent)
- Danielle [Ginz] (Innocent)
- Thomas Everington [Jay] (Sympathizer)
- Q [Draco] (Healer)
- Hunter Harris [Nova] (Psychic)
Executed- Mina Saelune [Sae] (Innocent)
- Gregory Merkshire [Yoyti] (Innocent)
- Selm (Guilty)
- Moonflower Journey [Robyn] (Guilty: Sibling)
- LuAnne Samantha Pickett [Candy] (Innocent: Sibling)
- Calista [Terra] (Guilty)
The game is divided into rounds. Each round will begin with the Killers claiming a victim. After the death, there will be several days for roleplaying, in which participants can build their characters, interact with others, fingerpoint, lament the deaths-- pretty much do whatever they want. At certain points, the Narrator (me) may implement certain scenarios/scenes. If you're confused by this, read back to the Mafia RP in Memory Lane-- the town dance or final battle would be examples of scenarios.
After the Killers claim their victim, the rest of the island will cast votes for who they think is guilty. They will do this via a PM to me. Each round will have a deadline for votes. At the end of that deadline, the islander with the most votes will be executed. A few more days of RP will commence thereafter, before a new round begins with the Killers' next victim.
After a person is either murdered or executed, their true orientation will be revealed (ie: was a lynched person guilty? Was the Killers' latest victim the Healer, or the Psychic?).
If anybody has questions, just ask! Round-by-round recap, in case you missed a round. This way, instead of having to read through pages of RP, you can simply catch up in a paragraph!  Round 1Innocent islander Cassie Myles was murdered by the Killers. Her death shocked the rest of the survivors, leading some of them to run around screaming, and others to simply contemplate. Her body, however, made a good kebab! One of the survivors, Hunter, turned out to have a surprising secret-- a vampiric secret. Meanwhile, Thomas Everington continued to talk everyone's ear off about his Daddy. After a bit, the islanders decided to lynch Mina Saelune for the murder of Cassie Myles. She was innocent. Some of the islanders, including Shani, decide to go find the source of smoke on a different part of the island. That source is Q, an enigmatic survivor who likes to eat bacon. And stuff. Round 2:Technology loving Melanie Baruch was murdered in her tent of cell phones. People were not very surprised by her death, though they were frightened by it. Q finally joined the other islanders. Most people started getting pretty wound up over all the killings. They needed to execute someone, to feel productive. They ended up killing up Gregory Merkshire... but he was innocent. Meanwhile, Nelly continues nurturing little Christopher Dylans. Sam and Moonflower hug it out... then Moonflower goes into the woods with Q. Thomas was Thomas and lectured about why it's so wrong for murders to be happening near him, and how Daddy will not be pleased. Round 3Child-like Danielle was murdered while working on a sandcastle. Thomas reacted like he normally did to murders... by making it all about him. Q and Moonflower wandered about together and became quite friendly. Christopher and Nelly continued hawking their people-meat pork chops. After much discussion, the islanders decided to execute one of the quiet survivors: Selm. Turns out, they were right on the money-- Selm was a killer. A mysterious piece of driftwood turned up on the beach... but was it really driftwood? A bird also began to observe the survivors. Updated each round:
Round 1:
Thursday, December 1, 10am Eastern
Round 2:
Wednesday, December 7, 10am Eastern
Round 3:
Monday, December 12, 11pm Eastern
Round 4:
Tuesday, December 20, 11am Eastern Round: 0 Captain Joseph Millian was not very good at this job. It's not that he was often drunk as he manned the cruise ship called the S.S. Unsinkable, though he was; nor was it the fact that he sometimes abandoned the controls to peruse the buffet, leaving the ship without anyone at the helm. No, Captain Millian's downfall was the fact that after steering the ship into a not-entirely-underwater coral reef one stormy evening, he did not sound the alarm. He did not evacuate the ship. Instead, he ran screaming through the halls and dove into a lifeboat. A handful of others made it off the ship that night, but most of them did not. The aforementioned lifeboat, containing Captain Millian and only a couple dozen other passengers, drifted aimlessly about the sea for six whole days before finally floating to a deserted island. It was not a very nice island. It was hot and small and the rest of the survivors were lousy. And Captain Millian was quite clearly enemy number one, once word of his identity got spread about the survivors. Still, however disliked, Captain Millian didn't think anyone would ever actually act on their bitter words, the pointed glares they gave him constantly. Except this morning, they did. The Captain was discovered on a remote part of the island, dead as a doornail, strangled with the strap of a life-vest. Murder. Most of the survivors are shocked. Not wholly displeased, but surprised nonetheless. There are killers among them on this scorching beach. Killers who have only just begun... [Commence RP.]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2011 18:35:40 GMT -5
Mina Saelune had been planning to visit her sister.
She was a harpist and singer, but her harp had been washed away with the rest of the cargo. She didn't like it here. Her long, black hair was soaking wet with salt water. Her eyes, the color of the calm green sea, scanned the island.
She had tried to make the most of her horrid situation. Hm, she thought, she could write a new heartbreaking song about this. If she made it off alive, which she doubted. And her poor sister, Katrina, would never know.
Her blue dress was all stained and soggy, but there was no change of clothes.
And just when she thought things couldn't get any worse...the murder reached her ears.
Oh no, this was not good. Definitely not good.
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Post by Celestial on Nov 26, 2011 18:35:53 GMT -5
Shani woke up and shook the sand out of her wings, out of her short red hair and off her jeans and red t-shirt. It was hot and unpleasant, as it usually was. At least she had dried off quickly and gotten her wings into shape. She wished she was a sea angel, at least then she would be suited for this sort of thing. But no, a plains angel she was and that's what she was going to stay. Shani longed for space instead of this tiny crampt island with all these people. Sure she'd wanted a holiday but not like this. Just showed that you had to be careful what you wished for. But, hey, might as well make use of what she already had. She stretched her red kite wings out, letting them snap and crack. The sound pierced the air. Most people hated it but she loved it. It meant things were loose and ready for use.
The angel took off into the sky and surveyed the island, looking for something to eat other than coconut, fish and seaweed. Perhaps today would be the day they discovered large game on the island. If there was one thing she liked, it was fresh meat.
And there was Captain Millian, the coward that he was, splayed out in the sun, looking unusually blue. While she did not have much of an opinion about Millian, she did not think she hated him as much as everyone else did. Although, that was possibly because when the boat sank, she just took to the sky. It was kind of hard when you did not have wings. Shani landed beside him and turned the guy over, growing more disturbed. Sure enough, he was dead. The horrid expression and the life-jacket strap wrapped so tightly around his throat that she could have sworn that it had shrunk two sizes.
Oh cruddites, should not have said that bit about the meat, she thought and backed away from the corpse, disgusted. This was the first corpse she had ever seen in her life and she did not like where this was leading. One corpse usually meant the start of many. She'd heard plenty of massacre and murder stories from many different angels.
And Shani was only thirty five years old, no time at all for an angel that could live to thousands. She did not want to die here. She could defend herself, she knew that much but killers were nefarious. They got the Captain in his sleep.
She took off again, looking for everyone else.
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Post by gold on Nov 26, 2011 18:48:28 GMT -5
Captain Dean Comwell was fishing when he heard the news. He was shocked to hear that someone had died, until he heard that it was Captain Millian. Although Dean wasn't a violent man, despite being a sailor, he didn't mind much to hear that it was Millian who had been killed. After all, he was the one who got them into this mess. It wasn't just the fact that his vacation had been completely ruined that made him dislike Millian so, but that Millian had behaved so disgracefully. It put the name of Captain to shame.
Captain Comwell, while an old sea dog, was not a member of the crew of that ship. He was glad, too, because he would be ashamed to have his name associated with any of that tomfoolery aboard the Unsinkable.
Still, if there had been a murder, that meant there was someone on the island who was willing to murder. Dean found this rather unnerving. Therefore, he dropped his pole to the ground and set off for the site of the murder at once.
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Post by Nova on Nov 26, 2011 18:53:29 GMT -5
Hunter Harris was a young man. A strategic man. A smart man.
At least, smart enough to know when the screaming Captain goes into a lifeboat, so should you.
He was twenty two years old when the S.S Unsinkable departed, and and during his time on the island he not-really celebrated his twenty third birthday. He lived a quiet life, living in a suburban house with a moderate amount of money in his bank account. A comfortable life he lived, not rich nor poor. Comfortable. He had a decent job as an accountant, and it provided everything he needed for his small family. His wife, Serena, and his two newborn twins, Joshua and Ethan.
He was on this pleasure cruise on business. His boss, whom he didn't appreciate all that much, took him out to find new clients. But the ship crashed, and his boss perished in the cold waters. Hunter was all alone, and surely by now his family would have heard the news and would be worried sick.
And now Hunter heard that the Captain had been killed. While he was annoying, it meant there was a killer, possibly more than one, on this island. He had to make sure that the odds fell in his favor, and that he would be able to live to see his rescue.
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Post by Avery on Nov 26, 2011 19:06:35 GMT -5
Awhile back, the woman called Nelly had moved to a charming town in the middle of nowhere. Netwaffle was its name. It was a decent sort of place, until all the residents starting Turning Up Dead, murdered by a secretive, vengeful group of people. The Mafia. It had all been much too dramatic for her taste, and by the time the whole sordid ordeal was finished, she was pretty much the only one alive in the town. On the bright side, Netwaffle had turned into a thriving tourist attraction, and Nelly's bakeshop became a popular tourist stop. She was rolling in cash. Rolling in it, she wanted everyone to know that!
So that's why she decided to take the pleasure cruise on the S.S. Unsinkable. Because she wanted everyone to know she was a well to do person now. She told all the tourists in Netwaffle about it, and all the ghosts.
"I'm going on a cruise, you know! A cruise!"
Then the cruise ship sank, due to that idiot Joseph Millian. The only reason Nelly survived was because she happened to be standing near the lifeboats at the time, and saw the Captain dive into one. She wasn't dumb; there was a reason she'd survived the carnage in Netwaffle. She got into that boat right alongside the Captain and lamented her fate as they then drifted aimlessly for six whole days.
And now... now the Captain was dead. Murdered, in fact.
Oh, the woe! Death seemed to follow her everywhere! She hoped with all her might this death was a singular incident, but unfortunately, Nelly had doubts. This was just the beginning. The worst was yet to come.
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Post by Luna on Nov 26, 2011 19:33:57 GMT -5
Cassie Myles sat on the beach, looking out into the ocean. She had been one of the people that had made it to a lifeboat when the ship crashed.
She was with her mom when it crashed, they were on the cruise as a vacation, and a long needed one at that. Her mom worked a lot now that her dad left, and a vacation in the middle of the ocean was wonderful, at least until you crash because the captain is a drunk idiot.
She remembered her mom pushing her into the life boat with the captain and a bunch of others. No room for anyone else once she was on. She watched her mom stay on the boat as the lifeboat had floated away. She knew her mom had probably sunk with the ship.
She let her long, wavy, brown hair sit on her shoulders. She had taken off her orange jacket, now soaked and covered in sand, so now she was wearing a green tank top and tattered blue jeans. She had been wearing sandals when the ship wrecked, and they were long gone. She messed with a pearl bracelet on her wrist, were she had gotten from the gift shop on the boat. She was thinking about the captains murder. She couldn't believe someone on the island would do something like that. And worse.
Would they do it again?
She didn't want to die on an island at the age of 15.
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Post by Yoyti on Nov 26, 2011 19:42:13 GMT -5
Gregory Merkshire was a rather unstable man. You know how those mathematicians are. He was always coming up with new ideas, most of them crazy, and the ones that weren't were usually useless or impractical. He was constantly tugging at his hair and picking at his nails. His eyes were never focused on one thing for more than ten seconds. It was up to debate whether he was insane, very nervous, or simply weird.
He got very irritable around other people, and the sight of Captain Millian's dead corpse set him over the edge. He grabbed a stick and started drawing pictures in the ground. Complex mathematical equations were the only thing that kept him sane.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2011 19:58:43 GMT -5
With a click of the stiletto heels, Melanie Baruch trotted off the boat. She brushed away smudges of sand as if they were nothing, paying no heed to the mayhem around her. Sighing at the needless noise, she sat down on the cleanest piece of flotsam she could find and whipped out her Blackberry.
"C'mon, Berrylicious, hurry up," she muttered. Her delicately manicured fingers brushed against the keyboard. Yet despite her best efforts, Google Maps failed to load. "God, Berrylicious, you're such a tool." With a dramatic sigh, she dropped the toolish Berrylicious into her shimmering Coach handbag. At sixteen years, she had acquired her own credit card, four smartphones, a booming bank account, and every brand of shoe known to mankind. She knew everything there was to know about the world around her, possessing an intellect far superior to anything her nerdy classmates could muster. After all, her father was in MENSA and had invented the most popular, nonlethal form of brain bleach. It was in her nuclei, as she liked to put it.
"Hey, hey," she cooed, tapping a brown-haired girl on the shoulders. She ogled the fake pearl bracelet on the girl's wrist and frowned in disdain. Out of the goodness of her heart, she let the fashionista within her simmer in silence. "You okay, sweetie? Something going on?"
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Post by Lizzie on Nov 26, 2011 20:13:26 GMT -5
A cruise ship. LuAnne Samantha Pickett, on a cruise ship?! It was unthinkable.
Sam was an ordinary farm girl, a real hick, she always thought. Most would call her a southern belle, of course. With wavy, waist-length brown hair in a neat ponytail, sparkling blue eyes, and her denim skirts and cropped tops, she looked like someone who came from the city, not from a child-overrun farm where she had to be the oldest of 7... 8, if you count her disappeared twin.
Smoothing her skirt, Sam-- even though her name was LuAnne, she only went by Sam-- sat in the sand, missing her sister, the twin she had lost. They were so drastically different, but she loved the girl dearly. She hadn't thought about her for a few months, now, since excitement over going on the S. S. Unsinkable had overtaken her. It was her first trip alone, as an adult, something she had been waiting for, she was excited every step of the way.
Of course, when the ship sank, she dove into a lifeboat with a crazy lady who boasted about her richness, a couple silly teenagers around the same ages as a few of her siblings (she missed Tammie and Billie more than ever), and some other people that she hadn't talked to yet. Her happy moment, the first maiden voyage of her adulthood, had been ruined.
And then the captain had been killed.
Sam picked up a handful of sand, still lost in thought. The captain, killed? She was scared, to say the least. Scared that one of the people left had done it. Murder was not part of her best trip ever, people!
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Post by Terra on Nov 26, 2011 20:28:08 GMT -5
Calista traced the outline of a turtle in the sand. With her fingertip, she drew long, swooping, curving lines, and then she made a pattern of dots inside the turtle's shell. It was soothing to get involved in a project like that, for just a little while, to forget the world around her and just focus on the lines and the feel of the sand. But when she finished, she was more annoyed than anything else. It looked no better than a three-year-old's crayon drawing. Not that it mattered; an artistic masterpiece would soon have been swept away by the wind, anyway.
It was frustrating, being trapped on this deserted island with no access to the things that she had previously considered basic, like paper and a pen or pencil. It was frightening, knowing that someone had strangled the captain of the ship in the night. But she didn't complain. No matter what happened, she wouldn't whine and scream and stomp her feet like a child. She would take it like an adult - perfectly calmly. No reaction. No sign of weakness. No giving anyone the satisfaction of seeing her break down. It was what her parents had taught her, and she would uphold their legacy.
No. She couldn't think about that. She couldn't think about the fact that they were gone, that she would never see them again, that they were probably floating somewhere in the ocean, their bodies bloated and rotting - no. She couldn't think about that.
She saw them in her mind's eye, their glassy eyes staring blankly, like Captain Millian had been when she had seen him that morning, strangled by a life-vest, splayed out on the ground in an undignified manner - no no no no no she couldn't think about that shut down that line of thought, Calista, right now -
She picked up fistfuls of sand in each hand and let the grains slide between her fingers. Focus on the touch. The senses. The external world, and push aside the knotted-up feelings inside. Maybe, just maybe, if she left them alone long enough, they would disappear.
She looked down. Her green velvet dress had gotten so dirty and muddy that it looked more brown than green. Her parents would have been appalled. But it couldn't be helped, really. She didn't have a change of clothes.
Who cares? They're gone now, she found herself thinking, and was immediately horrified. She couldn't allow herself to think things like that, to disrespect their memory...even if the things she thought might have been true...
She shook her head and looked around. If she could just make herself useful somehow...that was the best way to distract herself. She could see Captain Comwell fishing, the teenage girl with brown, wavy hair - Cassie? - sitting on the beach, staring off into the distance, that other teenage girl with the (extremely impractical) stiletto heels walking on the beach, and the angel flying over the island. She wasn't very enthusiastic about the idea of talking to any of them, really. She wasn't very good at being sociable. Never liked playing with children her own age, or with anyone, really. But she knew perfectly well that she was more likely to survive if she tried to work with someone else, rather than attempting to strike out on her own.
At least, if that person didn't happen to decide to kill her, too, like someone killed the captain.
She swallowed and tried to convince herself that her fear was unjustified. Lots of murders were acts of passion that would likely never be repeated again by the murderer. Maybe that was true in this case. But if it wasn't...well, she was a ten-year-old kid! Who would kill a ten-year-old kid?
She didn't feel very reassured.
The brown-haired girl didn't look all that threatening. Maybe she could talk to her. At least try to make some friends.
She grimaced. That wasn't an area she had much experience with.
She walked up to the brown-haired teenager. She glanced up at the stiletto-heeled girl with a bit of anxiety, but chose to direct her statement mainly to the brown-haired one.
"Hello," she said. "You prefer to be called Cassie, correct? How are you doing?"
She hoped that was a decent start.
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Post by Luna on Nov 26, 2011 20:48:18 GMT -5
Cassie jumped as the girl tapped her on the shoulder and looked around to see her face. Her lips curled up into a faint smile as the girl talked to her. She seemed nice enough.
"Uh, I'm pretty okay. I'm just a little, um, shaken up about a-all this." She tried not to sound nervous, but basic human contact made her a little nervous at times, like now. Plus, the fact her mom was gone didn't help her out much.
"My mom was, uh, on the ship, and I-" Her mouth shut quickly as she noticed the child walk up, and her eyes darted to her.
"Oh, yeah, uh, my name is Cassie. I'm okay. I was just telling, um... her," She pointed to Melanie, not sure what her name was. "About it. My m-mom was on the, eh, ship and I don't think she made it off." She looked down at the bracelet and twisted it around her wrist, thinking about her mom. "So, um, are you two any better?" She gave a nervous smile.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 26, 2011 20:51:52 GMT -5
Mina took a quick look around the island. On the beach sat a little girl and a brown-haired teenager, who looked to be about 7 years younger than Mina. Near them was another girl with a Blackberry. Nearby there was another girl, a very elegant-looking one in a ponytail, tossing sand. There was man drawing pictures in the sand; he appeared to have a number of nervous habits.
Nearby was a woman who appeared to have wings. Mina had heard of non-human creatures living with humans, perhaps she was one of them? She must be an angel or a large fairy.
And then there was a young man who seemed to be very ordinary.
Mina approached the people on the beach. She knew any of them might be killers, so she didn't really know who to trust. Best to talk to a large group at once.
"Uhm...hello," she said. "My name's Mina Saelune. I..sing, some of you may know my music..."
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Post by Celestial on Nov 26, 2011 21:05:00 GMT -5
Shani landed on the beach where the group was gathering, folding her wings close to her back. There appeared to be several people here by now, although it did not appear to be the full party of survivours. There was the other captain, who appeared to be fishing right now, a rather shrewd-looking businessman who her gut told her to keep an eye on and a really shifty-looking woman who she might have seen on the news during that Netwaffle business. As well as them, there was a fifteen year old girl and another nervous-looking girl talking to her plus a woman who would have fit in better on a catwalk than a desert island (which Shani also took an instant dislike to) plus a Southern-looking farmgirl and in the distance what appeared to be an insane mathematician.
What a fun, charming bunch. And one of them was a murderer. Not that Shani had trouble believing that. Still, the idea of a murderer here made her skittish. Her wings twitched nervously and for a moment the thought of escape entered her thoughts. But she could not. It was a long way to shore with no way of knowing where land even was and her wings would not be able to carry her that far. It was best to take her chances here instead of facing certain death in the sea.
"Uhm...hello. My name's Mina Saelune. I..sing, some of you may know my music..." said somebody behind her. Shani turned around and smiled at the newcomer. That's right, smile. Smile means good things among humans. Although maybe in the context it was a bit creepy. So instead, the angel stretched out her hand and offered it to Mina.
"Hello. My name is Shani. I've not heard your music but I'm sure you're pretty good."
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Post by Ginz ❤ on Nov 26, 2011 21:06:58 GMT -5
Danielle's mother had sent her on the cruise in a desperate attempt to help her daughter to become more mature, responsible and independent. Everyone who knew her thought it was a lost cause. She was nineteen and hopelessly oblivious, but somehow she managed to get by.
Danielle had survived the shipwreck by pure chance. When she saw the captain screaming and people rushing to get to the lifeboats, she thought it was a game. She loved games! At that moment, she knew she had to be one of 'winners' who got into the lifeboats, so she ran like her life depended on it. Funnily enough, it did.
Now, on the island, she was busy building a sand castle near the shore, blissfully unaware of the murder. No one had told her yet, and she was too absent-minded to notice something wasn't quite right. She hummed a tune to herself, not worrying about hitting the right notes. It was fun being on vacation in an island, right?
She often forgot she was stranded.
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