Mini-NOTW IX: Carnival House
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GhostWriter16
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This is a PG I bet.
Ekolite
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Night 1 in the Carnival House
The housemates spent the day introducing themselves to each other, and slowly acclimatising to the strange feeling that they were being watched. Mechanical eyes peered down at them from every angle, watching their every move and recording their every word.
It soon became obvious that the gift provided by Perpentach was intended, not as a communal plant for all to enjoy, but for one person only. Perhaps to encouarge conflict and tension between the housemates which would no doubt please Perpentach and all others who gazed upon the scene. Vicious argument soon began between the two main camps, those who supported Remake20 the Farmer, and those who supported Hall_hound the Healer. It was presumed that the farmer would no doubt be able to coax tasty fruits out of the rather diminuitive, spiky plant, while the healer would be able to extract useful ingredients to make potions to cure the sick. However as the day continued, the farmer began to tire of the sound of the Princess's voice and asked her tto try to speak like a civilised person. What cheek! How dare a mere farmer presume to tell a Lady how to speak!
Support for the farmer soon petered out as the other housemates distanced themselves from the offending man, not wanting to become the target of the Princess's furious rambling. Eventually it was decided that the Healer should have the plant.
''Speak-gate'' as it became known, was a tediously boring, pointless argument which continued long into the night until even the Princess's voice was hoarse with exhaustion. The Housemates filed into the Diary Room one by one to give their nominations and then collapsed on their beds, hoping to get a few hours shut-eye before the following morning.
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It is now Night, which will continue for 24 hours. This thread is closed for posting until Morning. Please get your nominations in asap (remember you cannot abstain), and include in this PM any night actions if relevent.
The housemates spent the day introducing themselves to each other, and slowly acclimatising to the strange feeling that they were being watched. Mechanical eyes peered down at them from every angle, watching their every move and recording their every word.
It soon became obvious that the gift provided by Perpentach was intended, not as a communal plant for all to enjoy, but for one person only. Perhaps to encouarge conflict and tension between the housemates which would no doubt please Perpentach and all others who gazed upon the scene. Vicious argument soon began between the two main camps, those who supported Remake20 the Farmer, and those who supported Hall_hound the Healer. It was presumed that the farmer would no doubt be able to coax tasty fruits out of the rather diminuitive, spiky plant, while the healer would be able to extract useful ingredients to make potions to cure the sick. However as the day continued, the farmer began to tire of the sound of the Princess's voice and asked her tto try to speak like a civilised person. What cheek! How dare a mere farmer presume to tell a Lady how to speak!
Support for the farmer soon petered out as the other housemates distanced themselves from the offending man, not wanting to become the target of the Princess's furious rambling. Eventually it was decided that the Healer should have the plant.
Spoiler :
''Speak-gate'' as it became known, was a tediously boring, pointless argument which continued long into the night until even the Princess's voice was hoarse with exhaustion. The Housemates filed into the Diary Room one by one to give their nominations and then collapsed on their beds, hoping to get a few hours shut-eye before the following morning.
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It is now Night, which will continue for 24 hours. This thread is closed for posting until Morning. Please get your nominations in asap (remember you cannot abstain), and include in this PM any night actions if relevent.
Sorry for the night and OOC post, but I'll just point out you might not want to do it every night if you can't use the ability an unlimited number of times.
Krill
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nm...another sub if you need one though.
Ekolite
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Fair point. But in the case of unlimitted abilities you probably do want to use it every night.
Well done the rest of you for getting them in very promptly. Night will continue for another 5h and 20m.
Ekolite
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Morning 2 in the Carnival House
The Housemates awaken at the crack of dawn to a loud blaring siren which seems to reverberate throughout the walls of the house, causing a large painting to fall to the floor and several glasses to break. With bleary eyes, they file into the main house and begin to arrange some breakfast. The Cultist sets about frying some eggs, while the Farmer goes out to milk the cow which seems to have been transferred to the garden, which is surrounded by 15 foot walls, during the night. Along with the fresh, creamy milk, he brings in a large tome which he found in the cow's shed. It bares a note saying; ''With Love, Perpentach''.
For a while, the Housemates enjoy a pleasant conversation on the subject of religion, the troubles of the previous day forgotten, at least for a while. However, pleasantries soon degraded into a spiteful exchange of insults between the Missionary and the Cultist over who's was the strongest God.
The fight was soon broken up by a loud robotic noise, followed by a voice;
''Carnival House! This.. Is.. Davina!'' The sound of cheering can be heard in the background which partially obscures her words, ''The results of last night's nominations are as follows!:''
''The Princess was nominated!''
As suddenly as it came, the voice vanished and the muffled cheering with it.
The Princess glares at the rest of the Housemates. ''Dat is well out ov ordah! Ai cant b'lieve you guyz wud do dat to me!''
Votes for the Tome are in bold dark red. New token totals are available in the OP.
The Housemates awaken at the crack of dawn to a loud blaring siren which seems to reverberate throughout the walls of the house, causing a large painting to fall to the floor and several glasses to break. With bleary eyes, they file into the main house and begin to arrange some breakfast. The Cultist sets about frying some eggs, while the Farmer goes out to milk the cow which seems to have been transferred to the garden, which is surrounded by 15 foot walls, during the night. Along with the fresh, creamy milk, he brings in a large tome which he found in the cow's shed. It bares a note saying; ''With Love, Perpentach''.
For a while, the Housemates enjoy a pleasant conversation on the subject of religion, the troubles of the previous day forgotten, at least for a while. However, pleasantries soon degraded into a spiteful exchange of insults between the Missionary and the Cultist over who's was the strongest God.
The fight was soon broken up by a loud robotic noise, followed by a voice;
''Carnival House! This.. Is.. Davina!'' The sound of cheering can be heard in the background which partially obscures her words, ''The results of last night's nominations are as follows!:''
Spoiler :
''The Princess was nominated!''
As suddenly as it came, the voice vanished and the muffled cheering with it.
The Princess glares at the rest of the Housemates. ''Dat is well out ov ordah! Ai cant b'lieve you guyz wud do dat to me!''
Votes for the Tome are in bold dark red. New token totals are available in the OP.
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
The magician starts folding his hankerchief in half until it ceases to exist. "I want the Tome. If it is something magick, than I am most capable of dealing with it. Trust me, you don't want to deal with books here in Balseraph lands. I would know. Bloody overdue library book..."
KaiserElectric
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"Spare me your complaints," the Cultist interjects. "I have seen darker magic then the Balseraph have ever dreamt of. We need someone experienced with dark magic to handle that tome, not the sleight-of-hand variety. Since you already voted the princess out, I should get that tome."
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
The magician wags his fingers and suddenly jabs a finger up the cultist's nose. A second later, the magician pulls out a cardboard coin , along with some blood and snot.
"Nonsense, what will you use that tome for? For bringing about more nonsense that's what. Well, I had enough nonsense for several elvish lifetimes already in this Junilforsaken country of nonsense. I am certain that others have had enough nonsense as well.
And trust me when I say you do not wish to touch any books while in the lands of Balseraph. I heard one certain man died when his book disemboweled him. And look at me! I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for that darn book.
The book has done enough damage to me already. You can still escape, good cultist!
"Nonsense, what will you use that tome for? For bringing about more nonsense that's what. Well, I had enough nonsense for several elvish lifetimes already in this Junilforsaken country of nonsense. I am certain that others have had enough nonsense as well.
And trust me when I say you do not wish to touch any books while in the lands of Balseraph. I heard one certain man died when his book disemboweled him. And look at me! I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for that darn book.
The book has done enough damage to me already. You can still escape, good cultist!
Love
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"Oh I remember back in the day when our cottage burned down and when we rebuilt it afterwards, we built in a chimney shaped as a.. fork!"
hell_hound
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The healer looked up after finishing his breakfast and made an announcement to his new housemates: 'After only a few seconds of study I realised this plant was little more than the venusium flytrapibus, or venus flytrap to you and me. Although I have grown rather fond of it and it looks rather nice by my bed so I would appreciate it if you let me keep it. On the other hand where did this tome come from? Was it just on the table this morning?'
'Now onto the subject of voting, I voted for the farmer based on his completely unfounded assault on the Princess' dialect. Would people care to elaborate on the hostilty towards Her Ladyship? 33% is far too much to just be a coincedence...'
'Now onto the subject of voting, I voted for the farmer based on his completely unfounded assault on the Princess' dialect. Would people care to elaborate on the hostilty towards Her Ladyship? 33% is far too much to just be a coincedence...'
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The sculptor awakes.
"I agree, why show anger towards Our Lady? Is it merely her dialect? I am rather fond of it."
"I agree, why show anger towards Our Lady? Is it merely her dialect? I am rather fond of it."
Love
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Well, to be fair, she voted me. I had the feeling she should.
classical_hero
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I think that some who is innocent should get the tome, so therefore hell_hound
