( 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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[thawedheart]

...I see. So if I see it happening, and they strike with intent to kill, and I step in the way... that would be useless, is what you're saying?

[DAMN. So much for that.]

[abhoth]

Yes. It would be another story if you were to goad them into purposely striking you instead, but that may not always be a possibility.

[thawedheart]

...that's a risk I'm willing to take.

Please, Craftly-san... If it's possible, and the Prophets come after either one of these two... Will you allow me to try and help them?

[abhoth]

Forgive me. [A weary sigh.] Alerting others of when a kill will be carried out is a clear violation of the rules that bind me. Their god will immediately become aware of my rebellion, and it would be the end of me.

I ask for your understanding.

[thawedheart]

[damn, she tried]

...no, I understand. But... it is possible, though? To be there by complete chance?

[she might just have to stick to jay and kaito like glue]

[abhoth]

Of course. If you were to be in the same room as them at the time of the attack, then you may be there to provide aid.

[thawedheart]

[duly noted. yukina will become a gluestick.]

I see... thank you, Craftly-san. I'll let you know if I have any other questions.

[thawedheart]

[AND SHE HAS A QUESTION]

Craftly-san, may we store things we don't want others to find in here?

[abhoth]

You may store items among my archives, yes. But I must warn you: There is always the possibility of one of your fellow guests finding their way into this room.

[thawedheart]

[hrm]

...and as for us. Will we be able to reenter this room at will, or will it always be like... earlier?

[Because honestly? That whole thing was creepy as shit.]

[abhoth]

The former. However, should any of you decide to skip a given week's meeting, they will find themselves in the same position as earlier this evening.

[So don't skip, is what he's saying.]

[thawedheart]

Believe me, if the alternative is... that, I don't think any of us intends to.

[She hesitates.]

So we could come in here during the rest of the week, if we wanted to? ...if we were willing to risk someone seeing us, that is.

[abhoth]

If I am here, yes. Knock and I shall open the door for you. But you will be unable to enter if I'm attending other matters. I would advise you to be prudent.

[thawedheart]

I understand. Thank you, Craftly-san.