LET THE GAME BEGIN

[strangerpeople]

KOPARA AIR FLIGHT 15
(SYD -> HNL)

[Well, good going, Yurick and Vita. You dun fucked up. Now it's a murdergame. Still, could be worse. It could be a certain screechy female commander in charge, right?

In any case, you are stuck here. It's frustrating, and as time goes by, being here is going to wear everyone down. Not to mention the scent of those damn leis just won't go away, even after you've tossed them aside. The air permeates with it, and combine that with recycled air that only makes things more irritating and pungent, the limited supply of essentials, the limited space even on this large plane, the horrible electricity situation, *and* the threat of the murdergame now ever-present over everyone's heads?

Things are not fun right now. And as time goes by, it's going to only get worse. It's just a question of how - and whether there's any escape before it becomes too much to bear.]


((OOC: Welcome to the week! We'll be doing things a little differently here - we will have a sub-heading for investigations to happen, where players can send their characters of to find clues. Just head over there and use the OoC map to help guide your characters to major clues if you so wish!

Of course, you can always court disaster for your character, courtesy of the RNG, if you so wish! As a result, there will also be a sub-heading revealing everyone's level of injury, which will start at a default number for everyone (except those already injured coming in, or injuries inflicted before the pilot's call!) at the beginning of the week! This can be raised as you see fit to inflict pain on your character - just remember to TAG ANY COMMENT THREAD FOR THE MODS if you want injury rolls! Just don't go too high - your character may not survive if you do!

GOOD LUCK! And remember - have a nice flight!))

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12 AM

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1 AM

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INJURY UPDATE

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[Ren and Jonathan are at 1. Ace is at 2.

Everyone else is at 0 when the hour starts.


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Kedamono and Yurick will have been injured during this hour, and will be at 2, with the following effects appearing by the clock strikes 11pm:

-Kedamono will have a hard time sitting for the rest of the game without some level of pain, due to the location of his snake bites. Otherwise, however, his power has nullified any venom in his body, so he will not suffer any other ill effects.

-By the time the hour is over, Yurick will have a bit of a limp and numbness in the area of the bite. However, anti-venom administered to him will ease the numbness, though not the limp.]

CAPTAIN'S ANNOUNCEMENT

[15unknowns]

[Not much time has passed since the last message. Nevertheless, the cocky adult male hijacker-slash-pilot from California is back on the loudspeaker.]

OK, listen up, Kings Class! It's "the Captain", ready with the rules of everyone's favorite game: Joining The Mile Die Club! Thank your good friends Vita and Yurick who taught me all about it... [he queues up a bit of what sounds suspiciously like Chicago's "You're the inspiration" to play as he goes on with this]

Go wherever the hell you want, just don't try to get in the cockpit. If you do, I'm seriously just going to fucking kill you. I worked hard to get this bird all under my control, you know? No trespassers!

Oh, and sleep in the goddamn rooms. This is honestly just friendly advice, the rest of the plane I ain't responsible for what happens to you if you lay about where... eh, you'll find out. I'm just sayin', it'll be pretty fucking bad! Now that I'm all invested in this whole murder shebang, anyway...

Speaking of which! This is how that's gonna go down. You guys are all playing this game now. It's so simple! One of you geniuses has to kill one of the other passengers in King Class. Then, everyone votes for who did it! See, this is basically a fucking party game. So simple, even a mutt can figure it out. Hah!

[The sound of someone putting their feet up onto a hard surface is faint, but audible enough to be heard.]

But what happens if you don't wanna play? Well, like I said, you don't have a choice in the matter. If no one plays, some pretty horrible goddamn things will happen, because at that point, trust me, I'd be so pissed off and bored, and you do NOT want to cross me when it's like that. Comprende?

One last thing - I can add more rules whenever the fuck I want. It's just another great thing about being me! But just keep that in mind before you go pulling any ridiculous bullshit. Actually? I'm a pretty nice guy, but if you do something that ain't on the list and it pisses me off enough I'll probably just kill you even if I didn't say shit about it before. Watch your backs, bitches.

[He chuckles darkly, but at the end of it, the pilot FINALLY decides he's said enough.]

...Yeah, that's basically it! Haaaave fun with that!!

[With this, the intercom fizzles off.]

INVESTIGATION

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[champion_link]

[Well, he might as well go see if he can cook... but hm. Is there something around here? As he wanders, he passes near investigation point A.]

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[The first thing Link might notice is a very small little open-walled cubby, right across from the window.]

[champion_link]

[Time to investigate that cubby! Gonna look to see what's in there...]

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[Well, since Link is not technologically in the know except in his dreams. in another life. we think the best way to describe what he finds is a white rectangle with a handle-shaped notch affixed to the wall. Connected to this rectangle by a curly-cue tail is a handle-shaped...thing.

>Check it out?]

[champion_link]

[He's going to pick it up and look at it, see if it makes any noises or if it's going to trigger monsters or something.]

[strangerpeople]

[No, but there is a grid of numbers in the center, and above that is a small screen, very similar to that on the touchscreens. Only this one you can't touch, and there's already something inputted into it.]

[champion_link]

[... Huh. What's inputted on it?]

[strangerpeople]

[A number. Namely, (310)477-6XXX.

Right beneath it says, REDIAL? Y/N.]

[champion_link]

[... He's assuming that corresponds to yes and no, so he'll hit 'Y'.]

[stavros]

[Well, this is not great. Kokoro starts to walk through the plane, checking out the wardrobe first and holding up a flight attendant uniform with a frown.]

Unique colour scheme... regardless, it would appear that this truly was made for a lot of people.

[Later, she'll be back in premier class, staring out the window at the moon.]

Why any of this...?

[1/2]

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[Boop boop boop boop. Sounds starts to come from the top part of the handle.

Ring...ring...]

[2/2]

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[click

A staticy voice starts to speak.]

Sea--! --an, please te-l me tha--ou!

INVESTIGATION

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[handsoffmysprite]

[Hex might have thrown a fit at the captain, but even she knows better than to go pick a fight while still powerless. Instead, she's going to drift toward the back of the plane. She's actually, possibly surprisingly for those who don't know her, cooled off a fair bit, and is poking around curiously...particularly when she gets to the rooms at the back of the Premier class.]

[whitemoontiger]

[ At some point he'd decided to go exploring through the plane, heading along some stairs until he reached the coach class, passing through one of the aisles that has him close to investigation point D. ]

[awitchdidit]

[During this hour, Beatrice will remain in King Class, going back and forth between Room 6, the Duty Free, and the Bar. At first it's pretty clear she's raiding the latter for absinthe and taking several nips of the green liquid as she continues to busy herself gathering a few things from her room and the duty free, but after a few minutes a purpose becomes apparent.]

[Having accumulated a certain amount of candy and cookies in the relatively large amount of floor space (for an airplane) behind the bar, Beatrice begins carefully drizzling out the remainder of her bottle of booze in a circle around the "offerings", then makes several lines across it, alcohol drizzle forming the rough shape of a pentagram on the floor. Normally she'd use paint and like...a ruler at least for drawing a magic circle, but she knows she can't delay attempting this.]

There we are. Not my best work, but it should suffice for this thin layer of magic...

[She turns to anyone who may have had their attention drawn by her bizarre behavior.]

Ahaha...want to see something cooooool?

[mermaidkin]

Uh, I don't know. [Hiyori crosses his arms on the surface of the bar as a way to get a good perspective looking down at her handiwork.] It doesn't exactly look like something hygienic. Maybe we should put up signs so nobody slips and falls. I mean, barriers to focus energy, you know, whatever.