EVENT LOG PT. 2 Well you tried to have fun

[inkredible]

Who: Everyone at the party
What: An intruder changes plans
Where: The Adventurer's Club
When: Later in the night on the Fourth of July
Warnings: Cartoonish Evil Doers



[All in all, the party’s gone off without a hitch so far, Food was eaten, fun was had, and it just seems like a pretty normal event so far!

That is, until the light’s suddenly shut off in the Adventurer’s Club. After about a minute of confused panic, a spotlight suddenly shines down on on who can only be described as a strange suited furry. He grins at the party goers around him.]

Welcome, foolish mortals, I’ve had my eye on this city and I thought we would play a little game.

All the doors and windows are locked in this building, so there’s no way in, and most importantly for you, NO WAY OUT.

Your little party has become an indefinite stay here, with one catch: You have to kill one of your fellow party goers and get away with it!

Now, why don’t you all make this fun?

[OOC: As a note: The second part of the event won’t last for more than a few hours ICly for those worried about being trapped here. But of course there has to be some way out of this mess, right?]

Comments

[flowersonthewall]

[Oh For Fucks Sake Beaker Knew He Shouldve Stayed At The Damn Lab

He's heard passing details about the whole "murdergame" thing that happened- enough to get the gist of what's happening.

Beaker pulls his head into his shirt collar nervously, meeping to himself. If he catches the eye of one of the ones from those rounds, he'll try to get their attention to ask:]

Mee-mimuhmeep minimuh meep...? Minimuhmi meep minuh-mi meep mi muh?

[Do you recognize this guy...? From the "murder" things you guys have mentioned?

Aside from that, he'll be trying to keep out of the way of this guy, growing progressively more nervous as time goes on and they still remain trapped. The longer they're stuck here, the more high strung Beaker gets, to the point where he might wind up pulling his Magic Ribbon card on anyone who surprises him.

More time and a few more glasses of wine later, and Beaker might actually try his hand at investigating the area for any way out.]

[not_over_yet]

Either Randy found a new skin suit and lost all originality, or: no. New one.

[inkredible]

I am completely unrelated to this "Randy" character. Besides, I like to think that I'm more evil than he could ever dream of.

[not_over_yet]

What? You can think? I would never have guessed.

[ Lets try grabbing a fork and approaching New Guy. ]

[inkredible]

Oh no, I'm going to be so scared that a small mouse is going to kill me with a fork.

[not_over_yet]

[ Nah, he's aiming for ankles if he can get close enough--killing sounds like a Large Person Role, Basil just wants to hurt this loser. ]

[inkredible]

[Blot just... tries kicking him.]

You don't think I don't know how to deal with mice?

[not_over_yet]

[ Like no one's ever tried that one before. Basil has good reflexes and a long history of goading people into attacking him, sooo...

He could likely dodge a simple kick with ease if he dropped the fork for a second--but he's not doing that. Instead, he's gonna attempt to side-step the kick while charging at the other ankle with his fork. How's that work out? ]

[flowersonthewall]

MEEP-MUH?

[Skin suit???

The common sense in Beaker is telling him that's horrifying, the dumbass scientist in him is telling him he absolutely needs to research that concept for future camouflage-based experiments.

Regardless-]

Mi-muhmeep minimeep mi muh?

[How did you guys get out of the murdergame stuff, before?]

[not_over_yet]

Killing the host seems most efficient, though it tends to be difficult. [ Aka "you die for the attempt if you don't succeed and it takes several tries before someone finds out how to kill them--and/or the host changes their mind and helps you kill their boss." ]

[flowersonthewall]

[Beaker's just gonna take that as an answer to both "how skinsuits are made" AND how to get out of here."]

Mee-miminimeep mimuh meep minimuh mee-meep-mimimeep. Muh. Minimeep mi-mimi meep muh?

[Beaker's gonna take a look around the area for possible ways out while the rest of you. Uh. Try to murder this guy with chairs and silverware?]

[not_over_yet]

[ ...Hm: a thought! ]

If you find anything resembling paint thinner, that may be of some assistance. You might keep an eye out for that as well.

[ Basil's not completely certain New Guy is in fact a toon, but throwing paint thinner at him would (probably) just be ineffective at worst. No reason to not try it. ]

[flowersonthewall]

Mimuhmeep? Minimuh-mi muh mi?

[Paint thinner? Why paint thinner?]

[muppetlabs]

Maybe if we're lucky it's just gonna be like one of our old murder mystery skits back in the theatre.

[or that one trial which might break reality if spoken about]

[flowersonthewall]

Mee-mimuh. Meep meep minmi muh-muhminimuh meep minimuh. Meep-mi muh mi mi meepminimuh-meep?

[Probably not... Especially if what the others say is true. Do you have anything on hand that could help get us out?]

[muppetlabs]

Oohh- I got these three cards! [Bunsen shows off Thunder, Dragon Cannon, and Mighty Thump.]

The probability of it backfiring might be at seventy-five percent, but I'll try anyway.

[Time to shoot the cannon at the door. Here goes something!]

[ilovepuppies]

[Star may not understand a single thing Meep Man says but like hell is she gonna let him get hurt!

Of course, jumping right in front of him with a morning star is probably considered "surprising".]

[flowersonthewall]

M-MEEP!

[Beaker casts the Magic Ribbon on impulse, aiming it before he realizes it's Star. Here comes a ribbon of felt, star! Have fun!]