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[Tom]

Name/Alias: Tom
Desired Character: Harvey Slate
How you see this character:

Dedication. A single word they tell him every single waking moment of his day. Words upon the wind that grace the open skies mixing with his sweat, blood, and tears. He's never chosen this life of dedication. The dedication choose him. They stand around, staring at him as if he could not feel their every eye upon his back, while he works hard. Dedication is what they call it, but he's learned from himself the real name this work carries.

Survival.

The only thing that matters in the static of reality. Ever cracking against eardrums and eyelids, threatening to shove him under a sea of fragility. Ma never taught him how to do this. She never sat down to show him how to sew patches into clothes. She never told him the ways of working hard in order to pull themselves from this world order. Ma had always handled it on her own with ease or so he had thought back then. Never glancing a second time to the exhaustion that had been evident on her face or the second layer to every smile. The hunger that would linger in her stomach while he sat on a throne of illusion.

No one had told him he would watch her die in a bed with a sickness, incurable by the doctors of Five that they couldn't afford anyways.

Years of wanting to break down into tears forced him into survival. Survival was all he knew since then. Fake smiles, real glares, and the cold harsh reality of the world he truly was stuck in. Bottom of the barrel in the way of society, but that never stops him from offering to help for a few bucks in order to get that loaf of bread that could mean life or death next week. Despite all of this, he still visits Ma every friday at a quarter past noon. With whispers of lies upon his tongue, as if Ma could hear him telling her of his good life that he creates in his own head.

Dedication or torture?

Either way, Harvey Slate would build up his own foundation.

A foundation for a better life for him and his future.

Headcanons: [future plots, fun facts, etc.]

Oh boy! Here we go! Harvey is the type of person to be able to work on a thousand things at a time and never get distracted by anyone else or any other things. Always dedicated to trying to find a better solution to his life rather than wallowing in his own suffering. Does everything in his being to be the good person that his mother believed him to be. Always the type of person to be three steps ahead and doesn't like to be surprised by things. His zodiac sign would be Capricorn.

I definitely feel like he's gonna be a little distant from everyone else, especially because they all don't understand the struggles that he has to go through. Maybe seen as off putting because he could care less about others. I imagine he'll be suspicious of others for a long while.

I'll put more here if I come up with it.


Do you consent to the possibility of your character's death?: Yes
Anything else?: I'll pm you the fc idea I have!

[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

REMINDER
pearl mcclain d4 [ryan] eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ @dreamerkid

You have until tomorrow to finish your bios! If you don't finish them, your characters will be reopened.



Also, I'll be posting round two of acceptances tomorrow, so be sure to get in an app if you're still interested!^^

[charade]

Name/Alias: Charade
Desired Character: Indigo Gerber
How you see this character:

Indigo is, lazy, intelligent and utterly fucking bored. The son of a mathematician and an electrician, he’s never had to work particularly hard in school. It depresses him to know that what comes to him naturally is often out of the reach of the unenlightened masses around him. While gifted, he found it hard to make friends as he grew; if not because he could not find anything in common with them, it was usually because he insulted or belittled them without realizing it.

When he did discover the root of the problem, he found it hard to care. People were ultimately a weakness because they tend to be so boring. Despite his academic prowess, rather than solve equations or debate ethics, he prefers to spend his free time philosophizing and getting high. One day, he’d like to impart his knowledge on young minds, it feels only natural. After all, he loves the sound of his own voice, and what better way to use his gift than to sculpt the net generation? The current one doesn't have a whole lot of hope, if his fellow interns are any indication.

Though he supposes two or three of them manage to be interesting.

Indy tends to get depressed about the futility of existence after he's been thinking too hard for too long in a smoke-filled room. The secrets of the universe are slowly opening to him, he believes. And all that there is to be found is darkness, the kind that lurks in the souls of his fellow men, and the crushing void that surrounds them all. Sometimes he wonders if he's too smart for his own good. 

Other people seem to think so, at any rate. 


Headcanons: [future plots, fun facts, etc]

Talks with his hands, calculated gesticulation like he’s giving a lecture 24/7. Has a tendency to spin ion his heel when holding a conversation, usually when he’s trying to show off. Eccentric, good at reading people but terrible at talking to them. Talks to himself, sometimes not aware when his train of thought is actually loudly barreling out of his mouth.

Bad at similes.

Concerning the other interns:

• Thinks Harvey and Blaine are knuckle dragging thugs 
• Assuming Whitney paints, enjoys staring at her work while high
• Violet is an adorable cinnamon bun that must be kept un-corrupted at all costs
• Fiora and Coralie are utterly useless, how did they get internships again? 
• Beryl is a bore, nuff said. 
• Adrian. Befriend? Always a good idea to be on the right side of the boss’s kid. Strategy!
  
• Possible history with Adam? Could be his dealer? Criminals have their uses,
  
• Cannot handle girls like Poppy or Amrin, becomes a stuttering moron in their presence.
  

Do you consent to the possibility of your character's death?: Yes indeed

Anything else?:

Made a playlist for Indy: here

"God, you blithering idiots are going to give me an aneurysm." - Indy to everyone. 

[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

acceptance

CONGRATULATIONS @fabulousraven ! You have been accepted to play Blaine Goulding!

"it's win or win, he doesn't admit mistakes anymore"

I can't wait!!! To read him!!!!!!!!!!

CONGRATULATIONS Tom ! You have been accepted to play Harvey Slate!

"Years of wanting to break down into tears forced him into survival."

I love it when strong characters can admit their weaknesses and I love him!!!!

CONGRATULATIONS charade ! You have been accepted to play Indigo Gerber!

"When he did discover the root of the problem, he found it hard to care."

he's really fun and interesting from your perspective! can't wait to see what you do with him!!!!

please have your bios completed by the 17th of April

notice

Fiora Thorne is once again open for applications, and Violet is still open as well! The next round of acceptances will be the last will be the last so if you want to play a character, now is your last chance to try and get one! Thanks to everyone for helping to start this plot off on the right foot!^^

[shrimp]

Name/Alias: shrimp
Desired Character: Violet (Vio) Bravo or Fiora Thorne

FIORA THORNE
How you see this character:

A detective of her own right, Fiora Thorne's Paranormal Investigations Agency is something akin to an urban legend. She has no office, no normal hours, but stop at the right shop with the right offer and she may take your case.

Her technology is... Strange, one may say: a broken radio that screeches as she flips the switch, a flashlight that barely works - but the spirits work in a myriad of ways, it would be uncouth to call it all a trick of the light. Her family speaks with the dead, after all.

It's refreshing, her skepticism - she'll speak with a client about her various hypotheses, ranging from the otherworldy to the mundane. She will never denounce someone's claims as false, but she is not an enabler. The truth is what she seeks.

At least, it says so on her card.

Headcanons: She's just, a bit weird. She's friendly and outgoing, but she also hunts ghosts for a living? So her credibility is so low to begin with. I can see her maybe getting along with Indigo & Whitney b/c of their eccentricities/creativity, and maybe clashing with Poppy or Blaine because she doesn't put up with egos. There's a fine line with her between the supernatural and the pragmatic - she tries to keep a healthy foot in both categories, for each ones gives her the income she needs. Her family has a lot of psychics, astrology and tarot card readers, and a medium - compared to them she's Spooky Lite(TM). Her twin sister, who she used to drag along with her to haunted houses, is completely normal.

Do you consent to the possibility of your character's death?: Yes

Anything else?: I have some FC ideas, will need to stew them over.


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VIO BRAVO
How you see this character:

You, my son, are beautiful.

I knew on first sight, with your wide eyes and your bouncy laughter.

I knew by the way that you stopped to pick up each dandelion that sprouted up on the path, helping me batter the petals and saute the greens - your grace was a gentle one, hesitance filled with care.

I knew it by the way you trembled, standing next to me at his bedside table. You were shaking like the tulips in a rainstorm, yet you did not turn away. You wrapped his wrists and applied the right amount of salve, and helped me bring him into the light, so that his final moments may be filled with the sun's blessed warmth.

Your brilliance shines brighter than the streetlights, blotting out the sky - truly, I wish I could give you more than I can: what a mind you have, creating and curing. I haven't taught you all that I know, but with your sensibilities there's no limit to the beauty that you will save.

But I worry, my love, my little prince, that by the end of it you'll be withered away.

Headcanons: A sweet pea, that person who stays up all night reading about metacarpals but gets to class late because they overslept. Likes to make mini bouquets of the extra herbs he collects, hands them out to people he likes (they kind of look like bouquet garni, so they're not always pretty but it's the thought and smell that counts?). He'd have fingers great for surgery if he wasn't trembling so much. Really wants everyone to like him but is also super conflict averse and is easily steamrolled over in an argument. Given all of this though, he's surprisingly capable when his expertise is needed or if he has the space to do is work. A great cook, a great listener. Trans (he/his).

I can see him hanging with Harvey, Indigo, and Amrin a lot - Harvey's work ethic being something he admires + he takes no shit, Indigo seems fun to to talk about Smart People Things, and Amrin has a thing some people may call "common-sense".

Do you consent to the possibility of your character's death?: yes

Anything else?: fc proposal: Wen Neale

[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

acceptance

CONGRATULATIONS shrimp ! You have been accepted to play Fiora Thorne!

"The truth is what she seeks. At least, it says so on her card."

Yass!! Super, super excited to see what you do with her!

You have one month [April 21st] to complete the bio^^

notice

applications for this plot are officially CLOSED!!

[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

He wore his best suit that day. And by best, of course, he meant most expensive. He'd watched his assistant, Carol, answer the phone approximately five minutes ago through the glass walls of his office, and he knew exactly what was being said even without hearing it:

They were here.

He'd been trying to seem preoccupied, to seem like he wasn't overeager. He'd shuffled the pile of papers on his desk three or four times, scribbled down some useless gibberish on his notepad, flipped to random pages in books he knew by heart and pretended he was researching something. While doing all of this, though, his tired, wise eyes kept flicking to Carol. She nodded, auburn hair tucked neatly behind her ear as she asked all the questions Malcolm himself wouldn't have thought to ask. He thought, perhaps, he read the word hungry on her lips. Ah, yes. He would have to wait until dinner before he could meet them. This was a business arrangement, after all.

Finally, Carol hung up the phone and stood. Malcolm realized he'd been staring. He quickly made an attempt to act like he was reading again before she leaned in to the doorway.

"The guests have arrived," she said in her typical, cheery voice. Her round cheeks were puckered from the polite smile she was wearing. "I've instructed the caretakers let them mingle for a short while in the courtyard, then escort them to their rooms to prepare for dinner tonight."

He nodded simply, then waved her off.

They were here, he thought, It's begun.

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It's finally here! The first event! Feel free to begin threading the characters' first day amongst yourselves; I'll be posting a group thread for the dinner banquet either tonight or tomorrow, as well as the point system!

Good luck, have fun, and most importantly: be safe!

Tom gamemaker tallis 🧚🏽‍♂️kaitlin. charade ✨ zozo. shrimp gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ sidney napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. @fabulousraven eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris pearl mcclain d4 [ryan]

[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

    

    

NOTICE:

• in order to be eligible for application, you must have posted in the first event thread, located here by 8:30 pm site time today, April 14th.
• After the killer has been chosen, I will be creating a "killer" account for them to post as the killer and protect their anonymity.
• please send all applications to me in pms ( umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] )
• applications will remain open for one week at the most, and a killer will be selected shortly after.
• be thorough in your application!! Keep in mind you'll be listing reasons why you think your character would literally murder others.

[b]character's name:[/b]
[b]link to post in first event:[/b]
[b]reasons you believe they'd become a killer:[/b]
[b]ideas you have if selected:[/b]

[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

He'd taken it easy on them the first week, allowed them to readjust to their new lives on Nox Manor and familiarize themselves with the mansion. But the time for play was over; this was a job. No, this was an empire. He hadn't invited them into his home as guests; he'd invited them as potential heirs.

If they wanted all that surrounded them, they had to prove to him that they deserved it.

He polished off his drink— whiskey on the rocks, straightened his coat in the floor-length mirror of his office, and made his way down to the foyer where the contestants were gathered. Some of them looked transparently unhappy about being rounded up at such a late hour, but so was the game they'd each signed up to play.

"Good evening," he said, folding his hands together in front of him, "This is the moment when your training officially starts."

His eyes lingered on each of them as he spoke with a low, clear tone.

"With such a vast work load, issues could arrive at any moment, which is why you're all standing here at midnight. My successor must be ready to find a solution at any moment, no matter the circumstance. So,"

He began to descend the stairs, careful and sure footsteps leading him to the landing. With a wave of his hand, one of the workers who'd been standing idly by sprang into action, handing each contestant a simple piece of paper.

"On these forms, you'll find everything you need including the assignment verbatim, a map of the first floor, and your partner for the exercise."

He allowed each of them a moment to glance down at their assignment before they looked back up at him. Some of them worked better alone. Most of them, even. Pity.

"Reports suggest that one of the oil wells is not yielding the appropriate amount of product, but we have many, and no one is sure which, nor why. In each room on the map, you'll have to search for a file. Each file represents an oil well, and a recent history of its output. It's up to you to figure out which is causing the issue, as well as what is causing it. The first team to find the correct well, and present a viable plan of action to me, will win this challenge. Good luck, and with that: begin."

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The second event is a pairs challenge in which each group must work together to choose a room, find a file, check the file for any discrepancies, return to the foyer, and present a proper solution.

Out of character, the way this will work is: I already have the oil well in question selected. Pairs will decide the order in which they search the rooms, and I'll let them know which room has the answers they seek after. The pairs must each make one post per room in the order they originally sent to me. The first pair to present a solution to Malcolm will win.

Example: Kari and Sidney are partners. They'll send me an order in which they search the rooms, (Bar, Game Room, Bathroom, Den, Office, Kitchen, Dining Room, Sun Room.) Once every team has sent me their order, I'll reveal which room contains the problem. If the problem room is 3rd, for instance, on your team's list, each of you will have to write three posts, (one a piece for each room,) before finding the problem in character, and then returning to the foyer and presenting a solution.

WINNERS WILL RECEIVE AN ADDITIONAL -3 TO THEIR DEATH POINT TALLY. SECOND AND THIRD PLACE WILL RECEIVE -2. EVERYONE ELSE WHO FINISHES WILL RECEIVE AN ADDITIONAL -1.

PARTNERS
CORALIE & POPPY
WHITNEY & BLAINE
INDIGO & ADRIEN
HARVEY & FIORA
BERYL & VIOLET
ADAM & AMRIN

Good luck, have fun, and most importantly: be safe!

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Tom gamemaker tallis 🧚🏽‍♂️kaitlin. charade ✨ zozo. shrimp gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ sidney napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. @fabulousraven eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris pearl mcclain d4 [ryan]

[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

Talent, or lack thereof, didn't matter. The most famous singers weren't just the ones who could hit the highest notes; the leaders of Panem were not necessarily the best for the job.

It was about the people. It was about taking social cues, telling them what they wanted to hear and giving them whatever it was they needed to feel satisfied. In Malcolm's experience, he could tell if he wanted to do business with someone within the first five minutes of meeting them. He took everything into account: how they presented themselves, how they argued their point, what the public would think.

Perhaps each of the twelve had walked into this thinking they were the best man for the job, perhaps they'd walked in for other reasons. But the one thing they all had in common was that they saw this as a competition, and saw the others as competitors. Each of them had secrets that remained unrevealed, most of them spent their free time alone. And those who'd been wooing their so-called rivals as much as they'd been trying to woo Malcolm himself were about to be put to the test.

They all sat in the courtyard, three months into their internship with Nox Industries. The heat of summer had died down into the mild beginnings of early autumn. So early, Malcolm noticed, that the leaves of the old oaks surrounding the courtyard had not turned yet, so much as began looking a bit thirsty.

"Afternoon," he said, standing at the head of the group with a carefully painted smile.

"For three months now, you've done your best to impress me. You've taken on the trials, studied the mechanics, answered the questions, and I couldn't be more proud."

Well, that wasn't necessarily true; the fact alone that there wasn't a clear front runner meant they were making his job of choosing an heir more difficult. Gerber was smart but Delphine was quick to learn. Rossum had the most business experience, but Rohan had the most natural talent in sales. He could go back and forth with each of them.

"But today's assignment isn't about impressing me."

He folded his hands together in front of him, clearing his throat and speaking plainly.

"One by one, each of you will come and stand before the group. You will name one person, other than yourself, who you think deserves to win this competition, and then you'll name one person who you think doesn't deserve to win. Present reasons why for each."

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The third event is designed to create some drama and enemies, as well as strengthen some potential alliances and friendships. Each character must name two people besides themselves: one who deserves to win the internship, and one who does not, and then they must offer reasons why on both. Whether your character chooses to be strategic or be honest is up to you, but keep in mind that the killer has been chosen. You never know if the person you're calling out might have something to say about it later on.

ALL APPLICANTS WILL START THIS EVENT WITH +5 TO THEIR DEATH POINT TOTAL.

THE PERSON WHO RECEIVES THE MOST POSITIVE CRITIQUES FROM THE OTHER CONTESTANTS WILL GET -3 POINTS FROM THEIR DEATH POINT TOTAL!

I WILL BE STARTING A GROUP THREAD; YOU MAY CHOOSE TO WRITE PERSONAL THREADS SHORTLY BEFORE/AFTER THE EVENT IF YOU WANT, BUT REPLYING TO THE EVENT IS MANDATORY.

ANYONE WHO DOES NOT REPLY TO THE GROUP THREAD WITHIN THE NEXT TEN DAYS WILL GET AN ADDITIONAL +3 ADDED TO THEIR DEATH POINT TOTAL

Good luck, have fun, and most importantly: be safe!

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Tom gamemaker tallis 🧚🏽‍♂️kaitlin. charade ✨ zozo. shrimp gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ sidney napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. @fabulousraven eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris pearl mcclain d4 [ryan]

[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

No one ever knows that their last good day is going to be their last good day. They wake up just like any other morning, brush their teeth, lace up their shoes, read the paper. Malcolm was no friend to the press; he held it close as a result. He paid for charity events, made big, public speeches about the improvement of working conditions, even sponsored a large sum of money to the Paper every year just to stay in good standings, but he knew it would only take one mistake.

One bad day.

He'd woken up that morning like any other: brushed his teeth, laced up his boots. Just another day, and another challenge for the interns to overcome. The file felt slim against his hand as he tapped his index finger against it and made his way down the stairs, where the others were all waiting patiently.

"Good morning," he said, stopping at the head of the dining room table. It always seemed so much more vibrant during the day. Try as he might, he couldn't keep out the gloom that came with the closing of a day. When the sun began to set, it cast shadows along the floors, yawning blue=gray light peaking through the curtains and bathing everything in secrecy. To be honest, he hated eating his dinner there; he'd only started when the interns had arrived, and a part of him couldn't wait until it was over so he could return to eating in his private quarters.

"I would like to congratulate you all," he said in a low, clear voice, "On making it to your four month anniversary here at my home."

While he hadn't made a decision, he recognized the pecking order. He hadn't made any decisions: they had. Indigo was the favorite to win; Amrin seemed the least connected to the others. Poppy and Coralie were both controversial topics, with a severe polarity in the others' perception of them. Fiora and Harvey hadn't offended anyone thus far, but they hadn't been impressive, either. Blaine and Adam seemed to have some sort of strain, Adrien and Beryl tried to keep their heads down and their hands clean, Whitney was treating this like a vacation, and Violet secretly wanted this a lot more than she cared for the others to know.

He hadn't made any decisions, but he had definitely narrowed down the choices.

"Unfortunately for some of you, this will be your last night in the competition. I've reviewed your work thus far, and it has been taken into account, but as I have said before: It takes more than talent. Your relationships with one another are reflective of your relationships with other businesses. Do you know why Nox Industries is so successful?" he paused, as if someone would answer, "Because I make sure to stay on the good side of everyone. Even those I don't need. Even those who would tear me down at the first given opportunity. A person's power is only as strong as others believe it to be. So," he took his seat at the head of the table, tapped his finger against the file in his hand.

"You will all finish your meals, go to your rooms, and think. Then, when you think your ready, find me in my office and give me three names. The three who are chosen the most will spend their last night here, in the mansion, and will leave tomorrow morning. Some of you- Indigo, Poppy, and Beryl, are immune from being sent home based on your work thus far and the opinions of those sitting around you. Everyone else, though, is up for elimination."

He'd always had a flair for theatrics.

"You have until midnight."

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Okay, everyone, this is it. The last event before people start dying. Rather than posting a group thread, I am asking that you each post a oneshot in which your character names three people to go home. Keep in mind that this is strictly in character and that no one is actually going to go home because, after midnight, someone is going to kill Malcolm Nox.

YOU WILL HAVE TEN DAYS FROM THIS POST TO START YOUR THREADS, MEANING ALL THREADS MUST BE POSTED ON THE 16TH OF MAY.

Feel free to post threads together in which your characters discuss options/make deals/make threats/etc.

Good luck, have fun, and most importantly: be safe!

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Tom gamemaker tallis 🧚🏽‍♂️kaitlin. charade ✨ zozo. shrimp gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ sidney napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. @fabulousraven eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris pearl mcclain d4 [ryan]

[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

There is a system in place. There is a protocol for everything, and rules to follow. Malcolm never bothered learning to rulebook; he chose instead to rewrite it. He glanced down at his watch; 2 am. In only five short hours, twelve would become nine. And then nine would fall to six, and then those would dwindle down to three, and he would eventually select a winner. The potential heirs had chosen the three names in his hand; he had no say in it. Although, if he'd truly wanted to, he could have. Even then. Even after he'd spoken to each of them about character. He could've stopped in the hallway and scribbled three new names down. He could've just decided to go ahead and give the business over to someone that very night. He could've decided to call the entire thing off, if he wanted.

He didn't, though. Not yet. Not when he would've been lying if he said he didn't approve of the final choices.

He neatly tucked the piece of paper into his assistant's mail slot, and took his time walking back to his quarters.

He was getting too old for nights like these. Five hours hardly seemed like enough time to rest, but so was the life he'd chosen. He was in the middle of removing his cuff links when he first noticed the other person in his room.

"Why are you here?"

He asked, squinting his eyes to try and make out a feature of the shadowed silhouette.

"How did you get in?"

As he continued squinting, he felt a horrible feeling. Among the darkness, somewhere in the area of where a person's hand would be hanging by their side if they were standing, was a flash of something shiny. Something sharp. He only had enough time to take a single step back before there was a knife sticking out of his throat.

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Annnnnnnd it begins!! The fifth event will begin the morning after Malcolm's death. When the staff first find his body, they enact a complete shutdown of the mansion. All entrances and exits are sealed to prevent anyone inside from leaving. This is to increase the chances of ultimately catching the killer, but then the unthinkable happens: the electricity goes out. Was it due to someone else's mistake, or was it all a part of the plan? That is up to your characters to find out, as well as some other things, such as discovering who killed Malcolm Nox. The one thing you know is that you're trapped in this place for the foreseeable future. Your best hope is to find the killer before they find you.


Good luck, have fun, and most importantly: be safe!

You may begin posting as you wish!! I will be creating a group thread later today for when the heirs all initially find out about what happened, but you can write about anything after!! The deaths that follow will come with a later update!

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Tom gamemaker tallis 🧚🏽‍♂️kaitlin. charade ✨ zozo. shrimp gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ sidney napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. @fabulousraven eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris pearl mcclain d4 [ryan]

[cluekiller]

let's see
how many souls
i get to take


xFOIit70mO5-9

5-9

[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

Once the initial shock and awe passed, and the more curious initiates went on their adventures and the fearful sat stunned, all twelve of them eventually wound up in the foyer, trying, and failing desperately, to pass the time while avoiding the obvious topic of discussion. Someone was dead. And worse, the killer may well have been in this very room. And worse still, all the entrances were on lock down until the storm outside passed. If they couldn't get out, help couldn't get in.

The wiser of the peering eyes knew that they wouldn't be leaving anytime soon, but every single person knew it would be better to die trying to find the light, than to simply let the darkness take them.

They split into three groups of four, each with goals of trying to find out anything they could. The weapon, the guilty party, anything that could shed some light on the situation.

Safety in numbers, they thought, but what none of them realized was that the horrors of the day were only just starting. And there was at least one person, for sure, who would do anything to keep the secrets of what happened from reaching discovery.

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I want to start this off by saying thank you to everyone for making this plot so much fun to run. I have enjoyed getting to know each and every character, and I mean that- I am proud of you all. But unfortunately, we have reached the point we've all been dreading and waiting for since the beginning. Yes, that is right. In this portion, one of you will die. I'll explain more once all the threads have been created, which will be up to each individual group. Please use this map to each come up with plans of which rooms you'd like to search, and in which order.

If each group could have someone pm me the order in which you're planning on searching the rooms, it'd be very helpful! <3

GROUPS

Well, Business is Certainly Interesting
Whitney, Blaine, Coralie, Indigo

Always Very Precarious, Actually
Adam, Violet, Poppy, Adrien

Happiness Begins Falling Apart
Harvey, Beryl, Fiora, Amrin

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Tom gamemaker tallis 🧚🏽‍♂️kaitlin. charade ✨ zozo. shrimp gamemaker sloane ♕ kaяi ♕ sidney napoleon, d2m ₊⊹ 🐁 ɢʀɪғғɪɴ. @fabulousraven eulalie blake 1a 🍒 tris pearl mcclain d4 [ryan]

[umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]]

Okayyyyyy all the threads have been started so !

Before I start, have some clarifications and explanations: the rolling of who gets killed will be based on this list: hungergamesrpg.com/post/389388 when a character dies, the list will be modified to take out all of their other entries. Secondly, if the character who dies happens to be in your group, everyone else in the group will work together to come up with one person they view as a potential suspect. Similar to the actual game, I'll give you some insight to what is going on with that specific character's location, but unlike the game I will not be explicitly telling you whether or not they are the killer. The person you choose can be anyone, even someone within your own group. If no one in your group is dead, you will not get to choose any suspects and your characters may potentially fall out of the loop of knowledge, depending on how well the groups are communicating with each other. A few of the rooms will require cooperation between two different groups, and there may be times when two different groups are investigating the same room, but whether your group shares any information with another group or not is up to them.