FG: Vampire! The Paradise Island

[Snowflake]

Also since this will effectively make it a very short game, we will use 48 hour turns, so that people have more time to do the roleplays.

[Nikolai]

After dinner, father Nikolai slowly went through the hall, admiring the old and fashionable paintings. He quickly saw what seemed to be a Rembrandt and a..........what was that? A moment he though he saw the eyes of the king in the Rembrandt move? No, it had to be wrong... But then again... No.
"Are you enjoying the paintings?"
Father Nikolai nearly jumped in surprise, but fastly regained control. He shruddered and said:
"Oh, yeah. This Rembrandt is beautiful!" he smiled to Mr. H.
Mr. H looked with a smile as if he though of something funny.
"You seem......unconfortable? Is anything wrong?"
Nikolai sighed.
"You wouldn't believe me anyway... Well, you will think of me as crazy, but I am sure that the eyes of that painting moved a moment ago..."
He took a glance of the painting once more, the eyes were just normal now. Then he looked back at Mr. H. He stared with a troubled look at him, and said with a glance on the father's crucifix.
"You better take that one with you all the time, and do not walk alone here after midnight! Only a tip that is for your own good," he said with a pale smile.

[DrSpike]

/me offers garlic to all.

[Snowflake]

What a nice evening. He strolled casually to the back of the castle. Ever since he saw that news story in the Morning Times he had been feeling an irresistible attraction toward this place. Somehow he knew that there was something waiting for him here. He hoped that his behavior was normal enough at the dinner. Over the years he had learned how to hide the difference between himself and the others. However the minute his feet stepped on this island he had been feeling his blood was boiling like there was something in the air that had excited him. His mouth was dry. He was thirsty for something … He set his eyes on the grove of grapefruit trees around him, trying to negate something that was nagging him behind his mind. There must be about 1000 of them … He stopped in front of a tree and picked a fruit with his hand. He had always loved grapefruit … It was one of mommy’s favorite too. He sat down, and started to peel it, smelling the fresh tartness of the fruit. … Mommy’s hand peeling a grapefruit … “Mommy, am I different from the others?” … “Woo-, woo-, woo-!” A sudden unnatural cooing that resembles an owl on his back startled him. He stood up and turned around sharply, and saw Ms. Snowflake coming out from behind a grapefruit tree.

“What lovely grapefruit trees!” She laughed.

“It’s not funny to do something like that!” He reproached.

“It's not like the vampires are still alive from two hundred years ago." She giggled, and then added, "I'm sorry! It must be the wines … Or the moon, and the air … It’s so wonderful. Peaceful, yet alive …” She said with a dreaming voice.

He felt something stuck his heart. She was beautiful under the moonlight, so young, full of life. He walked toward her, looking deeply into her eyes. She looked at him with a naughty smile on her face, obediently letting him picking her hands up. Slowly he lowered his head toward her …

“You are drunk.” He abruptedly dropped her hands. He felt angry. “We really should get back.” He said, and started toward the castle. Not hearing footsteps following him, he stopped and turned back to Snowflake. Her eyes strangely stared at the ground where he was standing. He had just stepped out from the grapefruit trees. Beautiful moonlight splattered on the ground… His heart sank.

[Snowflake]

It was a fresh morning. People were in a pretty brisk mood. “Where is Ms. Snowflake?” Asked GeoModder, “Did she already go back to the mainland?”

That question got everybody worried and now they were all searching everywhere for her, including himself. Where did he put her … He was rather wild afterwards, like he was drunk himself. What else did he do …

[Snowflake]

It is now day. Do whatever you have to do. You've got 48 hours.

[GeneralTacticus]

Hang on - so who's dead? You?

[self biased]

dear mister H,

i was wondering if you had a need for an entertainer for your parties? i am well schooled in the ways of the stage in terms of music and theatre, have a vast collection of instruments, and an even more volumous library of works.

you will find with this letter my transcripts from juliard acadamey, and several noteworthy playbills from various performances.

thank you for your time,
self biased.

[Snowflake]

Snowflake's dead.

self biased, let me think about whether I could somehow add you in. This game is different from Mafia in the sense that everybody could still be vampire so it may still make sense for newcomers to get in in the middle of the game, I only need to think of a way to transport you to the island ...

Do you happen to do detective work?

[GeoModder]

Edited in light of Snowflake's posts below.

GeoModder walked briskly towards the radio chamber, the awful news still resonating through his head. What appears at first to be a promising occupation turns out to be a grissly responsability. As secretary it was his duty to inform Mr. H of everything what happened on the island, before the gossip could reach his ears.

But Mr. H was not on the island, so he composed on a note the disappearance of his most trusted associate, Mrs. Snowflake, and transmitted it in Morse to the receiver in Hr H's HQ...

'What must I do?' he thought. 'she's nowhere to be seen, I must assemble a quary to look for her. Perhaps disguise it as a 'field trip' for the scientific staff so we can look around while they are scouting the island. Mr. G stood still for a while, thinking...

Yes, that is how I do it!, he thought, and continued his way to the kitchen to notify the Chef...

[Snowflake]

Hmmm Mr H has not accompanied your guys to the island, dear Mr. G. (Father Nikolai was appearantly hallusinating earlier. ) You better find some other ways to notify him ...

[Snowflake]

Plus has the body been discovered yet?

[GeoModder]

Edited...

[:) Smiley]

Hmm, there are still many places we haven't checked yet.

Here's a rough floorplan of the premises, I haven't had time to climb the tower yet, the stairs look like they'd need a lot of work to get up to code. I'd assume that this castle like any other self respecting castle would have a dungeon, though I've yet to find its entrance.

[GeneralTacticus]

Tacticus rubbed his hands together at the sight of the floor plan.

"Excellent! Now that I know what's where, I can begin installing security systems, hopefully preventing any further incidents - or at least allowing us to catch the perpetrators..."

After spending a few minutes copying out the plan, Tacticus walked briskly away to begin unpacking the various tools of his trade that had come with his luggage.

'First, the front door and gatehouse, to watch for intruders... then the stairways...'