NotW XXXVII - The Party [Game Thread]

[Darth Caesar]

Whoa wait a darn minute, why are you imitating CP Catharsis?

 

[civplayah]

He's the mimic.

 

[Seon]

Whoa wait a darn minute, why are you imitating CP Catharsis?

Wrong, Darth Caesar, obviously there are TWO civplayahs. I don't see any mimics around here.

 

[Catharsis]

Is this supposed to be an imitation of me?

Abstain

 

[civplayah]

civplayah, why are (is) there two of you?!

(OOC: )

Oh and Earthling

Wait, is that a vote on me? How is it my fault there's a disturbed mimic running around and he happens to look exactly like me and act exactly like me?

 

[Darth Caesar]

This is some kind of extreme form of WIFOM.

 

[civplayah]

Uh, no it's not. I had no say in this.

 

[The13thRonin]

I shall no longer vote for myself The13thRonin to hang.

Perhaps it would be of wiser to bake not fry, I shall show you Autolycus, you will meet your death.

 

[Winston Hughes]

Wearing a red-velvet smoking jacket and a silky-blue cravat, with a long cigarette-holder gripped between his gnarly fingers, the Pretentious Goblin cuts a bizarre figure. His intention, it would seem, is to appear elegant and sophisticated. The reality, however, is rather less urbane...

For one thing, he's too short and skinny for the smoking jacket, leaving its hem to drag on the floor behind him, while the sleeves bunch comically around his elbows. For another thing, his choice of a foppish blonde wig was exceedingly ill-advised, the colour clashing with his oily green skin to repulsive effect. Most of all, however, it is his odour which deals a death-blow to dreams of blending in with polite society. Described best as a subtle mix of rotting cabbage and canine fecal matter, no amount of strong cologne can mask this putrid aroma.

Nevertheless, blissfully unaware of how he looks (and smells) to others, the Pretentious Goblin is in high spirits...

I say, chaps, this is all rather spiffing, is it not? Good food, fine wines, intelligent conversation, and a proper old-fashioned murder mystery to boot. I predict a jolly time shall be had by all!

Indeed, it quite reminds me of the time I stayed with Lord Groddlethwaine, on his country estate in Farskingshire. Such delights! As I said to his Lordship at the time, 'I have the simplest tastes; I am always satisfied by the best!'. 'Dearest Gobbo,' he replied, 'you are the very epitome of charm and wit; would that all my guests were of the same calibre'.

Oh, how we laughed!

 

[Darth Caesar]

Winston your back!

 

[landlubber]

The drunken pirate of Inishmore entered the room.
"Hey! Don' anyone star' this party wi'out some rum! I got all the booze anyone would e'er wan' to drink! Come on, ol' chums! Let's have a real par'y!"
At seeing two Eaters of Dreams, he stopped in his tracks.
"Blasted double vision... Anyway, as fur the game, anyone up fur a game o' Sid Meier's Pirates?"

 

[Winston Hughes]

Winston your back!

Oh, have we met before?

The Pretentious Goblin strokes his chin for a moment...

Ah! It was Major Alconbury's tournament, was it not? As I recall we had a jolly good rubber with Lady Cheeseworth and Reverend Bowles. Do you remember what I said as I made the last trick? 'One should always play fairly when one has the winning cards'. What larks!

Hmm... Mayhaps we could chance a quick game now... Anyone for Bridge?

 

[Diamondeye]

fluff

He's the mimic.

Wrong, Darth Caesar, obviously there are TWO civplayahs. I don't see any mimics around here.

{OOC: Catharsis, you're a genious!}

Wearing a red-velvet smoking jacket and a silky-blue cravat, with a long cigarette-holder gripped between his gnarly fingers, the Pretentious Goblin cuts a bizarre figure. His intention, it would seem, is to appear elegant and sophisticated. The reality, however, is rather less urbane...

For one thing, he's too short and skinny for the smoking jacket, leaving its hem to drag on the floor behind him, while the sleeves bunch comically around his elbows. For another thing, his choice of a foppish blonde wig was exceedingly ill-advised, the colour clashing with his oily green skin to repulsive effect. Most of all, however, it is his odour which deals a death-blow to dreams of blending in with polite society. Described best as a subtle mix of rotting cabbage and canine fecal matter, no amount of strong cologne can mask this putrid aroma.

Nevertheless, blissfully unaware of how he looks (and smells) to others, the Pretentious Goblin is in high spirits...

I say, chaps, this is all rather spiffing, is it not? Good food, fine wines, intelligent conversation, and a proper old-fashioned murder mystery to boot. I predict a jolly time shall be had by all!

Indeed, it quite reminds me of the time I stayed with Lord Groddlethwaine, on his country estate in Farskingshire. Such delights! As I said to his Lordship at the time, 'I have the simplest tastes; I am always satisfied by the best!'. 'Dearest Gobbo,' he replied, 'you are the very epitome of charm and wit; would that all my guests were of the same calibre'.

Oh, how we laughed!

Oh, have we met before?

The Pretentious Goblin strokes his chin for a moment...

Ah! It was Major Alconbury's tournament, was it not? As I recall we had a jolly good rubber with Lady Cheeseworth and Reverend Bowles. Do you remember what I said as I made the last trick? 'One should always play fairly when one has the winning cards'. What larks!

Hmm... Mayhaps we could chance a quick game now... Anyone for Bridge?

{OOC: And so are you, Winston! Brilliant ! this will be a funny game. Anyone voting for/killing any of these guys before, like, day 5, has no soul}

 

[Takhisis]

Graoaroarohrhgrahh.

Where is my sentient father? I can't decide on which to play without his approval. After all, he's the one who understand you food reserves sentient people and your games.

 

[Darth Caesar]

Oh, have we met before?

The Pretentious Goblin strokes his chin for a moment...

Ah! It was Major Alconbury's tournament, was it not? As I recall we had a jolly good rubber with Lady Cheeseworth and Reverend Bowles. Do you remember what I said as I made the last trick? 'One should always play fairly when one has the winning cards'. What larks!

Hmm... Mayhaps we could chance a quick game now... Anyone for Bridge?

We played a couple of games together before your PC problems, but good to see another mafia player back in action.

 

[robbiecon]

Hmm, game you say? Well we dwarves have a great version of whacking a hamster, with an axe. Unfortuntely though being a dwarven druid, I only have a sycthe

But we can play jump the sycthe, if you wish, it's a bit dangerous though. Someone swings the sycthe and the others have to jump over it, or duck under it. Of course I'm a bit too short to play it really.

Personally I'd be up for a game of Chutes and Ladders.

 

[Takhisis]

That was an IC post, remake. We are supposed to be meeting long-estranged acquaintnaces at the king's party, you know.

 

[robbiecon]

remake hasn't posted yet, Takhisis. He's probably off in some corner getting high with some fair maiden.

 

[Takhisis]

DarthCaesar then. I'm a bear. Can't tell the difference between you pink hairless skinny tasty ones.

 

[robbiecon]

But you're a cute bear-cub, come over here and let me tickle your tummy Boo-Boo.