Mutiny Game 1 Summer Camp '22

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's Grace Rolls (>75 = Success):
Figaro: 13 (Failure)
Piérre: 63 (Failure)

House Colours: Gryffindor

The boy wore a pair of distressed jeans and a thin plaid short sleeved shirt, and with a silver Bengal by the name of Figaro settled comfortably around his shoulders, Piérre looked upon the Chaos Demon. An unfortunate name, and evidently it had an unfortunate backstory to match it as well. With a cockeyed glance at it, fixing it thoroughly with keen emerald eyes as if he could split the ship with his stare, the boy finally shook his head and readied himself up enough to mount the boarding plank and take up notice of the main deck.

Large enough to hold all of the players, it was, and the boy found himself curious of what could lay below deck in turn... Indeed... He wanted to sneak off to discover and explore things either on his own or with a friend. But not yet. He had to make sure that the person in charge of running this multi-day game knew that both he and his cat were present and ready to play. He would have to save exploration of that boat for a later time.

Instead, Piérre found himself drawn to a cannon and, sitting and leaning up against it, he contented himself to watching his fellow players and potential adversaries. He quietly flicked the single gold silhouette earring on his right ear, scratching off the small bits of plasma that had dried on the post of the earring. He was still working to keep that piercing clean and fresh, and free of any potential infections.

Mutiny, Mafia, Werewolf... All of them were a social deduction game. Piérre liked to imagine that he was good at being social. Or at least, social enough. He had even gone so far as to adopt a prepared name for himself just for this game, a character masque that he could use if only for the interest of playing this game and this game alone.

And, above all, he liked to watch.

Watch and observe the habits and traits of others. Understand the strange creatures that were the human race. Try to unravel and determine the rhymes and reasons to the methods of their madness.

He would smile when glanced at and grin broadly when spoken to, while Figaro sniffed around nearby, trying to designate and determine smells as well as note any specific objects of interest that he found.

A leader...? Well... There was only one person of those that he had seen on the list that the boy even partially knew or trusted. It was a particular sixth year with a knack for similar social deductions and in possession of intriguing habits.

Piérre's vote was simple, really.

Pierre Votes Xailah Alptraum as Leader

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Bolded Text: French | Regular Text: English | Color: #BF4040

The time had finally come for yet another summer game, and Florian was a bit indecisive about this one. For him, his favorite types of events were those that combined your brain and your brawn, in which he felt Broom Racing, and even now Quidditch, were good tests of his ability. This was all about the brain, and while he knew he was a rather smart guy, sometimes he just wanted to show off a bit.

This was a game he hadn't heard of, but he figured he had been brought up deceiving people his entire life, so depending on his role, this would end up being a piece of cake. He just hoped his role wouldn't be something boring, like a human, as likely as it would be. He would still play, sure, but ugh.

As Florian arrived, it appeared that one of the first steps of the game would be to vote in a leader. Florian wasn't quite sure who his choice would be, as there weren't many people there that he knew well. Of course, he would probably end up voting for himself, if possible, but he would have to wait and survey those arriving to decide if any of them were worthy of his vote. Probably not, at least in his mind.

Action: Arriving
Stats:
Sta: 6 | Eva: 9 | Str: 5 | Wis: 10 | Arc: 5 | Acc: 12
Abilities:
Foulplay | Evasive Manuvers | Fearless

Leader Vote: Sophia Nelson

Nessie usually liked games, which was why she was here, although she was beginning to have second thoughts. She'd been hoping for a chance to practice strategizing, a skill she was interested in improving now that she'd be joining the Hufflepuff duelling roster, but she wondered if this might be too ominous for her. Mutiny? Walking the plank? It all sounded quite drastic, but intriguing enough that the shy young Hufflepuff had signed herself up without a second thought.

By the time Nessie was invited aboard the ship, votes for a leader were already in progress. Nessie was quite glad of this, as she certainly wouldn't want the honor for herself, preferring to avoid being the center of attention if she could. Her late arrival would likely guarantee no one would vote for her. Still, the need to choose a leader did pose a problem for Nessie. She might have recognized a few of the Hogwarts students from around the school, but so far she hadn't yet glimpsed anyone she really knew.

So, who to elect as their leader? Nessie resolved to observe her fellow mutineers and then decide on her vote. Perhaps they'd also gain more information about the game they were to be playing in the meantime, or at the very least she hoped to learn more about her fellow players.

Action: arriving
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Mutiny. A game of deception? Of whispered secrets and rumors? This game was right up Xailahs ally. As a metamorphmagus, deception was in her nature. As a creature which had bloomed from the more secluded walks of life, secret keeping was her profession. Rumors were the enticing artifacts she peddled and built her storefront around. Naturally she was intrigued when the idea was introduced, and the signup sheet was presented to the student body. She jotted her interest down in a haze of curiosity. Come time to play, her intrigue had increased significantly... mostly because of the behemoth of a vessel that was to house the play.

The Chaos Demon. Hm. Xailah hummed, at the etching she had spied on the ships hull before making her entrance. She wondered what name entailed. Would it be insight to the game that was to be played? That would be found out in due time.

She arrived with a soft jingle; the heavy metal and belt straps she adorned herself with in proper piratey fashion clinking together with every gliding step. She was fixated. Underneath the brim of a plumed tricorn hat, her lidded eyes drifted around, observing- not the occupants, but the vessel itself. Xailah liked ships- small ones meant for bottling- she liked model ships. She couldn't speak much for the real thing- until now. She had never been on an actual boat before this years summer camp, so the experience was a bit of a treat for her. It was something she had been hoping to experience for a very long time. She welcomed the Chaos Demon with silent awe. Felid eyes scanned the vessels wooded interior and fine carvings decorating it. She thought there was a slight dampness in the air, along with the passing scent of dewey wood and salt. But there was the chance it was her senses playing games, and trying to enhance the long awaited boating experience.

At one side of the room, a few students could be seen frequently looking over a slip of parchment. Upon further inspection it was found to be a roster- a list of participants. A vote was presently in order. It would seem the players had been left with the tedious task of finding a leader for themselves. It was an important role to fill, and would undoubtedly come with consequences. Being leader would mean you were the voice of the group, but it also placed a huge bullseye over your head making you a target. Xailah looked over the list of provided names. There were a few she knew well, some less so, and small scattering of some she hadn't the vaguest idea of. The associations, as well the lack thereof made decision making tricky. She needed to place her vote carefully.

Arriving. Excited over boats.

pretend this says second year until i get a new banner

Roleplaying as iNPC Vivienne Beaumont
French | English | Spanish

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Date: 9th August 2022 Outfit: x

Vivienne was determined to involve herself in as many of the summer camp events going on as possible, even Mutiny, which truthfully wasn't exactly up the French girl's alley. That may come as a shock since the girl is usually always up for trying new things, but a game about putting on a mask, lying and tricking people is extremely different from Vivienne's normal personality. She's trustworthy and trusts everyone, which she must not do for this game. She can't trust anyone for the entirety of the game. She doesn't like lying or tricking people, but she must do them two things during this game too.

It will be completely fine though, she tells herself. It's just acting! She's watched a lot of movies. If actors can pretend to be a different person for an entire movie, she can do it for one game. Pysching herself up, she makes her way over to the ship. The Chaos Demon. Not the most welcoming or inviting name in the world, but it does do enough to lay out the premise of this game. Terror and, well, chaos.

Vivienne boards the ship with the rest of the players, and she has to remind herself that she can't be her usual cheerful self today. Trust no one and be more careful when she's speaking so she doesn't accidentally jeopardize her role in this game. All that's left to do now is to wait until her role has been assigned and put on her acting boots.

Let the chaos begin.

Action: Arriving

Roleplaying as Akira Shimizu from Mahoutokoro

You name a ship the thrice-damned “Chaos Demon”, then you better bet your pants that one Aryaan Shamsi would find his way on board the ship. If for nothing else than to find the source of the Demon and the Chaos. Both of those things sounded very, very fun for very different reasons.

There were several students already gathered, and more than one familiar face in the crowd. The Beauxbatons seeker was here, Shimizu-kun as well. For a moment, the Indian boy was tempted to poke at one of these two – after all, for all their supposed difference, the serious, mature types were all the same in the end. But that would not do.

He had not come here to meet new people, expand his horizons, and have experiences. And he couldn’t do that if he just went about sticking to the people he knew. Instead, he looked about at the people already present on the ship and approached someone at random

Reducio

He had not really paid as much attention to the person he had chosen to approach, but it appeared that his person was also Asian – or at least of Asian descent. And wasn’t that just interesting?

“Yooooooooo” he called out to the Asian-looking, having all but snuck up on her. “You look like you’d be a real spectacle to be around., a real glass cannon and all.” A spall pause, as his head catches up to him. “Then again, we are dealing with being on a ship in hiding. So maybe a cannon isn’t the best thing to be?”

A visible shrug, as the 12-year old lets go of the thought and turns his attention completely to the Asian kid. “Let’s not worry too much about that just yet, and try to have a good time for now, yeah? Yeah. Awesome!"

Interacting: @Rita Su
Casting Vote as Leader: @EmmaLee LeDames

Quinn sighed as she came onto the boat that the next game would take place on. She wasn't really upset about the game, She was just a bit tired that day. She was looking forward to the game start.

She made was in a white hoddie, and some jeans. She had her hair up for once, it was in low pig tails. Simple clothing. No shoes, she didn't feel like it today. She saw some people that she knew, she debated walking up to them. But choose not to. She was confident that she would be able to play the game. She thought she was semi observant, it would be difficult. But definitely do able.

In all honesty the game reminded her of Colin. Seeing as he was a werewolf. Of course he wouldn't hurt anyone. The game was all in good fun. Using something that just about everyone knew, any muggle borns could understand.

She took a seat of the floor of the ship, waiting for it to fully start. This game would be fun, It would be super fun trying to Figure out who was the 'good guys' and who was the 'bad guys' or the wolves. She sat waiting for something to happen, Whether it be the game starting or someone walking up to her.

WC: 218
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Captain vote: Sophia Nelson