( WEEK ONE - HUNTERS )

[abhoth]

At exactly 6:00 PM on Monday night, something very strange will happen to you. Regardless of whatever you were doing or whatever you were planning to do, you will find yourself stopping midway. Numbness spreads from your toes to the top of your head. You feel no control of your body. Thousands of shivers roam up your nerves, controlling your limbs like strings to a limp puppet. You're aware of your body moving - out of the room and into the first floor hallway. It's not until you stop in front of the unmarked room nestled between the Kitchen and Laundry that you regain control of your body. A soft click, and the door creaks open. Inside the room you'll find a small group of people and Craftly seated at a round table. Shelves of antiques line the walls and the smell of peppermint tea wafts through the air. A thin tendril slips across the table from Craftly's sleeve, hooking around his cup of tea. As smug as ever, he smiles to you. "Come in, Hunter. It's time for us to begin". Welcome, Hunters! As you should have been told by now, you represent the "detective" faction of this game. It's your job to ICly suspect those around you and discover who belongs to the "mafia" faction before it's far too late. For this first mingle (and all others, really), we encourage your characters to get to know each other, shitpost to your heart's content, and share your personal roles. Remember to check the Hunter's Handbook for IC rules and information. We hope you have fun with your role! :) ( quick navigation ) ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation hunter's handbook

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[abhoth]

I can. Though my role limits me to the rules of this twisted game, those rules allow me to grant any wish your heart desires. Well... After your stay at the Innsmouth Motel is over, of course.

[ninjay]

[ he deliberates for a moment, before reaching his pen and softly stabbing the tip of his finger to draw blood from it. ]

Very well. If we're going to be forced to play this game either way, then I would prefer to actually be able to do something about it.

[ blood for the blood gods or whatever, there you go. ]

[abhoth]

As would I. It is my solemn promise that I will provide aid whatever ways I am capable of.

[And with one of his tentafingers, he gestures at the bottom of the contract.]

A drop or your signatures. Either one will suffice.

[ninjay]

[ he nods, and just presses his bloody finger tip against the paper. ]

So, if all three of us die, then the only way the [ he frowns ] "Sacrifices" can end the game is when the numbers go down to three, like stated in the general rules, correct?

[abhoth]

Correct. And without your aid? Those three may very well be the Prophets themselves. The fate of those within this motel lays in your hands.

[And like that, Jay's blood will glow a golden hue on the contract before returning to its natural color.]

Do you have any additional inquiries?

[ninjay]

I will do my best to make sure that won't be the case. I'm not a fan of losing, especially in cases where innocent people may die.

[ he has to think about the questions though. ]

Will the existence of our two groups become public knowledge, or is that only dependent on if any of us blabs?

[abhoth]

No, it will not. The only way others outside the confines of this room will become aware is if you, yourself, speak of the group's existence.

[ninjay]

I trust that my companions and I will all know to keep our mouths shut.

I think that's all I have to ask for now, but when I think of anything else I'll ask.

[ninjay]

[ AND ANOTHER THING ]

Ah, actually. There are various items that are locked into place in the town, like the framed weapons. Will they remain untouchable, or could someone manage to take them?

[abhoth]

They will remain untouchable. There are enough sharp weapons in play as there are, wouldn't you agree?

[ninjay]

Hmm, you got me there, yes.

[ actually... ] Could you tell me who took the other knives, or is that a secret?

[abhoth]

A secret. I am obligated to keep every resident's actions in strict confidentiality.

[ninjay]

That's unsurprising.

[ actually, that reminds him of a conversation he had with dave. ]

Are all the items replenished after we take them?

[abhoth]

Not all items. While food and hygienic products within the motel will be replenished, all other items are of limited supply. I would advise against using them indiscriminately.

[ninjay]

... Ah.

[ this will probably get annoying later huh. ]

Alright. Thank you.