FG: Vampire! The Paradise Island

[DrSpike]

/me watched the security expert work, and stroked his beard thoughtfully.

He turned to his cat.

"Felix, we will have to watch this one carefully. Either he is an asset we must strive to guard, or someone trying too hard to look like an asset"

[Nikolai]

Father Nikolai turns in schock to GeoModder.
"But, but...I saw him! If it wasn't him, then who? I haven't seen him anywhere before in the hall, and he made it quite clear that he was Mr H! On his hand he even had a ring with his initials on...?"
The Father shrudders, and sadly looks at a picture taken on the boat of Ms Snowflake, him and Tacitus.
"Poor Ms Snowflake," he whispers, "God bless her soul..."

[Shogun Gunner]

Mr. Gunner went into the kitchen for some tea. Tea always calms his nerves when he's stressed....

Maybe Ms. Snowflake is in a different building on the island, Shogun Gunner thought to himself. I'm glad I brought my gun - and if there is any funny business going on this island... well, I don't want to deal with shooting someone again, but if I have to protect myself.... Damn it. Will my past haunt me forever...

Shogun drifted off into deep thought at the dining room table. The steam from the tea cup disapated in the chilly morning air. Images of violence and death streamed past his mindseye.... A long time ago, the sight of blood and death ceased to provoke a reaction. He felt dead on the inside...

How long had I been lost in thought Shogun wondered as he looked up and saw Father Nikolai in the doorway staring directly... feelings of shame washed over his body...he attempted to hide it.

Shall we get organized to look for Ms. Snowflake? Shogun asked the Father.

[self biased]

Originally posted by 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?

saddly, i am a performer, only, and i've just been asked to do a limited engagement with a 'cello trio next week. perhaps we can see how things are when that finishes, and if you have a need for me.

[Snowflake]

Ok, self biased. We could always have a nother game when this one finishes, hopefully.

[Snowflake]

A blood chilling scream was heard when Mr. GeoModder was talking to the Chef. They rushed out of the castle. In the back of the castle, a small group had already gathered. There was Mr. Tacticus, excitedly talking somethine to Mr. Smilie and Mr. Gunner. The doctor knelt besides something ... GeoModder recognized that it was Ms. Snowflake.

"Is she alright?" GeoModder asked anxiously.

"I'm afraid she's dead." The doctor's face was very pale. He turned her head to the side, revealing two little red dots on her neck. They looked at each other, speechless.

[Snowflake]

Just to make it clear for the new players. Two clues were sent out. People who receive clues can choose to share it with others or keep it with themselves. It is also possible that people create false clues or change the clues they received.

[GeoModder]

Mr. G's head was in turmoil, this situation was not only completely out of control but quaint to say the least as well.
His eyes raced up and down, half panickly, avoiding to look at others in the party surrounding the horrible body of Ms. Snowflake.
Suddenly, some steps away from Ms. Snowflake's body, he noticed the peel of a grapefruit. Remembering about her preference for this fruit, a hunch struck him.

He stood straight and faced the others, saying:
Ms. Snowflake offen made an evening walk around the island, and over there, next to her remains, lays the peel of a grapefruit. There is such an orchard on the island, we might be able to find a clue over there as to what happened to this poor soul.

Mr. G turned, and leaded the party to the orchard...

[Nikolai]

As they walked towards the orchard, they passed through the hall. Father Nikolai glanced over his favorite king in the Rembrandt painting and something suddenly caught his eye. He halted and looked more closely and then found this:

A stain of slightly odd color in the left cornor of the frame ... Looks like paint mixes with blood ... Pondering he walked back upstairs, and there, on the floor in front of the door next to your room, he found another stain, the same odd color ...

Meanwhile, the others had found out that the father was missing, and headed back, finding him in deep thoughts.
"What is it?" Mr. G asked, disturbed by the scared look in the father's eyes.
Father Nikolai looked pale back at him, telling what he had found out.

[Heresson]

Mister d'Heresson was very happy. He's found a burrow of black aardvarks. He approached it slowly, attempting not to wake up the aardvarks. After a while, He was close enough to look into it. A pair of red eyes could be seen, though the time was late and He could barely notice them. Was it really an aardvark? He felt a need to reach his hand to the eyes. But He stopped it in the middle: "If it is a Toh-Toh, it may bite me!
Be careful. You've been though this many times before.
Why do You feel so anxious, then? Damn, damn, You're getting old. Nothing to be afraid of, when You're careful enough".
He took his lantern light, but it was not working.
"It seems all your things grow old the same as You are", he thought and
laughed quietly.
The red eyes winked.
"Damn, damn, it's too late to check it now, I must fix the lantern... Or find a torch or something. Nevermind.
Perhaps someone would come with me and help me...
No, no, a bunch of ignorants. They wouldn't distinguish an aardvark from a horse. No need for them. I'll come back tomorrow. Must remember the place.
Things fall out from my head more often lately. Perhaps they were right to sent me on retirement...
Oh well. This tree, yes, yes, I'll remember it.
Time to go home. I'm beginning to feel tired".
This day was pretty successful. d'Heresson has found a lot of frog species here, but less aardvarks than he's suspected: "Where do they hide?"
Coming back home, he could swear He hears steps behind them. It seems they were getting closer, so He increased his pace to the point he sturted running, gasping, until He stumbled, slipped on a decayed grapefruit and fell, losing his conscience.
The next morning, He was woken up by mr G's nervous shaking of his arm. He heared a voice from behind: "is He alive?"

[Hercules]

I noticed that all the new guests enjoyed their evening meal.

So now I must set about preparing for breakfast.

Certainly there will be grapefruit juice and then the usual buffet selection, but I must admit I prefer the personal touch.

[Snowflake]

Breakfast was passed quickly. Chef Hercules noticed that the grapefruit juice somehow was unwelcomed, as if people were suddenly not very thirsty this morning. The sequence of events that happened in the early morning had proved to be too much for everybody. First the death of Ms. Snowflake, then the blood stains on the paintings, then the fainted bioscientist ...

Being the highest medical authority at this crucial time, the doctor had natually assumed leadership. GeoModder was instructed to notify Mr. H of Snowflake's unfortunate death, and everybody was to spread out to search the castle and the island, in order to find if there was anybody, or anything, that was on the island beside themselves. Mr. Gunner and Mr. Tactics volunteered to examine the unexplored portion of the catsle, the others went different directions to check the entire island out. Still shaken and confused, Mr. d'Heresson refused to participate in the search, and Dr. Spike offered to stay with him.

A couple hours later the party gathered again in the large dinning hall. Dr. Spike stood up and addressed the party. "It is clear that, except for the native frogs," he spoke slowly, "this island is free of any ... " he paused again for a second, choosing the right word, "natural or unatural lifeforms. There are only the ten of us." He stopped abruptedly. The room was dead silent, nobody spoke, or moved.

"But that means ..." Mr. d'Heresson suddenly cried. Everybody's eyes shot toward him. As suddenly as he started, he stopped abruptedly, his words trailed off in his half opened mouth. As if something just struck him, he shivered, and buried his face into his hands. The room fell into dead silence once again. Father Nikolai hold his crucifix in his hands, his lips silently moving, as if reciting something. Dr. Spike again stroked his beard, pondering. ... It was so stuffy here ... Mr. Gunner stuck out his tongue around his dry lips, his right hand secretly touched the handgun that he hid in his pocket. Mr. GeoModder was writing something in a piece of paper. Mr. Smilie looked at his long, pale fingers, again lost in his own thought.

"Should I get some drinks for anybody?" Chef Hercules suggested. He sat down again hesitantly, seeing that nobody was listening or answering his inquiry.

"Where is Mr. Kassiopeia?" Mr. Tacticus suddenly asked. Startled, Mr. GeoModder's pencil trailed off, leaving a long stroke in the paper.

[GeneralTacticus]

So... are we going to take a vote on who the vampire is?

[Snowflake]

The players will decide what you are going to do. You can certainly propose it yourself.

[Snowflake]

Hmmm after reread the thread I think I've mixed up somebody's characteristics. I did a little editing, which do not affect the game itself, just so the story read more naturally ...