Mutiny Game 1 Summer Camp '22

Opeila had kept a low profile this summer when it came to signing up for different games. In fact- this was the only one she had signed up for. Last summer she had kept herself busy the whole time, this year she didn't feel like it. But this game, werewolf, she wanted to join. She remembered it from class trips with her muggle school, it had been quite a popular game in her year.

Besides, the location was amazing. Like everything in this camp, it was made up pirate-like, a ship that made Opeila already feel excited when she entered. Honestly, the theme of this camp was just great. The young Slytherin had also made an effort to match her outfit a little. She was wearing a white blouse with rolled up sleeves and ripped jeans shorts. Her hair was tied back with a leather band instead of a hairband and as the final touch, she had tied a dark red bandana around her head.

She was one of the later arrivals, when she entered the ship, a lot of people had already arrived. Many- no, most- of them unfamiliar faces. Although, no, there was Aurelia and two of her prefect colleagues were present as well. Most of them seemed to be from other schools. Maybe this was a good chance to meet new people!

"Hi there!", she'd greet the group, "I'm Opeila, nice to meet you."

Voting for Florian LeRoy

Mod post will be delayed until tomorrow.

Only 1 person needs to post but they said via owl that they are busy with real life.
However, she also stated she would probably post today.
She has the entire day today to post but if she doesn't, she will be in Game 2 instead.

This is because I don't want to hold up the entire game for too long for just for 1 person.
If this happens, she will be replaced by a random person.

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@Emmie Bailey has to post by the end of 8/6.
@Anastasia Varney as Astrid will replace her if she doesn't post.

Thank you to everybody else who has posted.
When the mod post comes out tomorrow, check your owls for your role.

Emmie got back to me and said she would prefer to be in Game 2.
@Anastasia Varney as Astrid will replace her.
If she posts sometime today, I will try and get the mod post out sometime today too.

Norwegian — Russian — English

Action: Arriving
Interacting: Charles Alluring @Henry Knight @Emma Wynn Akira Shimizu @Avery Chen
Mentioning:
Outfit: [x]
Date: 9/08/2022

Morning came.

And with it, came horror as those who woke would come across a frightening scene.

On board the Chaos Demon, a body would be found up on the top deck. A dead body, not a living one. Someone had been killed that previous night, when everyone had been supposedly sleeping down below. Those who got closer to the body would discover it to be the captain of the Chaos Demon. As a result, the pirate crew retaliated by casting suspicion on the new passengers that had been brought on board. Chaos reigned, much like the name of the ship, as everyone started to blame everyone else and suspicion was cast upon everyone. They were leaderless now and out in the ocean, far away from shore.

The first task at hand was to elect a Leader because otherwise chaos would consume them all and they would never get anywhere. And so, those present would put it to a vote.

Even if this temporary leader couldn't become a permanent one, they only needed a temporary one to get them to shore. After all, the only way they would be able to move on would be if they elected some temporary leader. That way there would be some sense of calm, rather than pure chaos. But the question still remained, who on earth was responsible for such an unexpected death? Could it have been an accident or intentional?

Regardless, a leader needed to be decided on and fast, before the sun went down again.

Charles Alluring & The Gathering
@Henry Knight

House Colours: Gryffindor

Calming Presence is ACTIVE to ALL

Piérre was affronted by a tall, stocky, blonde boy. “Heyyyy.” He smiled and waved at his approach.

But the kid's smile vanished immediately as soon as the boy mentioned his relationship with his twin, a dull look entering his eyes as he scowled for a moment. The moment passed and the kid smiled again. “I am a Marchonné, yeah. It's nice to meet you Chuck!” He said chipperly, smiling faintly despite a small quivering in his heart of mild fear at talking to this nearly 6 foot tall kid. It was unnervingly like talking to his brother all over again, tall and menacing.

Was he going to try and choke Piérre as well?

Figaro purred strongly again, rubbing his face into Piérre's jawline as the boy watched Chuck retreat, but keen green eyes did not waver from the boy, a palpable chill seemingly in the air as Piérre rubbed his arms.

This game was going to be rougher than he thought, wasn't it?

! | π | ¡

Meeting #1

Piérre had dressed up today in a (as close to vintage as he could manage) navy sailor's uniform, now with an identity and a personality that he was going to stick to. From now on he would be speaking like and as his character.

Walter Wolf, the newest crewmember on board the Chaos Demon. Well... He said crewmember... A better word would likely be "stowaway". In reality, the young teen had swapped ships at the port, having heard about rumors of uncontrollable werewolves on the high seas. It would have been fine for the kid, he had been prized in the crow's nest as a barrelman for his previous crew since he had such a keen eye and a clear voice that resonated clear as a bell when he called out for land... But disease on the boat had been rampant. Their crew was falling apart, and the boy worried that if he didn't have a change of scenery right quick he too would fall to the mysterious malady.

So at the next port, the kid had... Um... Taken the liberty to uhmmmmmm... Swap places with the other kid.

So here the young Walter was, having woken up in the crow's nest because of a ray of sunlight that crossed his face and encouraged him to wake his loyal exotic leopard kitten Rimmer (Figaro) with a smile and a scratch. He threaded a red feather into his navy cap, brushing it so that it stuck upwards with a vividly scarlet flaunt.

Yawning, the boy stretched and then proceeded to look over the edge of the crow's nest at the endless blue, searching for telltale mist that foretold the presence of land and the next pit stop of the illustrious Chaos Demon. What he saw instead chilled him to his quick.

Had the curse followed him here as well?!

Quick as a blink, the barrelman slid down the crow's nest and down the cargo nets all the way to the deck of the Chaos Demon, taking in the sight of a dead captain. Damn! And Walter hadn't even has the opportunity to introduce himself yet! Well... At least nobody could try and tell him that he couldn't be there.

Was he the first one to find the body?

Gulping a bit, Walter's fingers twitched on Rimmer's head, his leopard purring like a heavy gale beneath his hand as he weighed his options...

Resigning himself to having to use his clear bell tone to make a callout, Walter took a deep breath and cried out with all his might. “TUTTI IN COPERTA!? All hands on deck?!” A pause as he tried to internalize the situation fully. “Il capitano... è morto... The captain... is dead...”

He chewed his lip a bit, mind racing at the plight.

He waited for others to arrive to the scene of the horrific crime, flicking the gold earring in his right ear with mild nervousness and unable to look away from the mangled, bloody mess.

Had the captain even tried to put up a fight?

Unlike some of the others, Nessie had not thought to disguise herself. In her eyes, why should she? The adventure they were on would involve enough deception as it was without her trying to put on an act; plus the young Hufflepuff had very little skill when it came to guile and lying anyways. She'd just have to go in as herself, be open and honest as came naturally to her, and do her best to help uncover the lies!

But even though she'd been prepared for a game, Nessie hadn't been ready for the drama.

She came running at the sound of yelling, not understanding the words but inferring the urgency of the volume. Wide-eyed at the sight of a body, Nessie was finally beginning to understand the seriousness of what she'd signed up for.

Surely, that wasn't a real body, right? This was just fun and games? The Hufflepuff wanted to believe the danger wasn't real, but she was starting to have doubts. In fact, she was so hesitant that she didn't know whether she should say anything to the boy who'd been yelling, or if she should be running away and hiding instead. Logic indicated that the boy before her wouldn't be yelling if he was the murderer, but still the sight unnerved the meek young Nessie.

She looked around, and frantically asked, "Where's everyone else?!" Nessie did not particularly want to be alone with someone who was currently standing over a body. What if she was next!?

Mentioning: Walter (Piérre)
Open to interactions
Action: Voting Sophia Nelson for leader

A yell alerted everyone's attention to a body.

Pax watched with suspicion as everyone arrived at the scene alongside them, holding everyone as suspicious. There was no way to know who to trust, even their friends. Well, for this game, they had no friends. Everyone was a suspect.

As everyone began to talk between themselves at the prospect of a dead body, Pax felt this was the perfect time to step up and prove they were leader material. Of course, they already thought they were, but they knew that not everybody recognised them. So, it was time to step up.

"Guys," they addressed loudly to everyone, hoping they would listen as they moved to stand on a crate near the body so everyone could see them. "Clearly, there's been a murder." They pointed obviously at the body. "So, we need to vote on a leader and take action. If there are werewolves on board that have already killed one, what's to stop them from killing another? And that 'another' is going to be one of us. Do you really want to end up in his position?"

They stepped back down, hoping their message had gotten across. This was a grave situation, and everyone would have an important part to play. Hopefully, they would all come to a smart consensus and quickly vote on a leader, even if that leader wasn't them.

Leader Vote: Sophia Nelson

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Word Count: 236

Interacting: @Everyone on board

Date: August 9th 2022

After a few minutes of brief deliberation, Xailah would cast her vote. She elected a familiar. Her choice was a bit of a gamble, with their elusive nature and foolish persona they liked to don. They never displayed themselves as a leader, but she was sure they could act the part should the situation call for it. With time and coaxing, a harlequin could convince the court he was king. She was certain it was the right decision- or at least she hoped it was. If not, a rebellion could always be arranged. After the first few votes were gathered, the scene was then set. The cycle had begun. The remaining time was peaceful- perhaps a little too much so. The small crew would not know yet, but things were not as they seemed. Some of their shipmates were not who they appeared to be in the waning hours of twilight.

Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air- you better watch out, there may be dogs about.

Night became day, and with mornings cold rays came alarming cries. Accusations of murder. Bold claims, but it would seem someone had put the ships captain, uh... out of commission sometime during the night. It was a wonder how no one had heard a thing. Maybe the songs from the sea had muffled any sounds of a attack. The news was certainly concerning nonetheless. The crews reaction even more so.

There were a few prominent voices among the group who had wasted little time in rallying their mates together. Their hasty call to action confused Xailah a bit. She found them a little too eager. Yes, it made sense to elect a new captain immediately, but did none of them have questions about the former? Did an autopsy or inspection cross their minds at all? Executing one could have made quick work of the captains killer, certainly there were clues on the body. Well, what was left of the body. Oh dear, she was being too literal again wasn't she? With a stern sigh, Xailah reminded herself this was merely a stage act. There was no need to investigate that far. It would defeat the whole purpose of the game. So she listened, eyeing each speaker, watching who they regarded and who they wouldn't turn an eye to. Making careful notes of their mannerisms for comparison later, to see if they were putting on their own acts. It was hard to tell since a good few had quickly jumped into character, but maybe they would give themselves away.

Voting for Piérre Marchonné as leader.