Game Thread: Werewolf- this time it's real!

[Nerwen]

I'm Nerwen," said Nerwen, in response to Kent. "You've probably seen my name around the forums... you know, I'm getting quite excited by this talk of a real-life WW game. It should be quite something, with all these veterans around– although it's also nice," she grinned, a grin made a trifle wolfish by her angular features, "to get some fresh blood–"

She was cut off by the twang of a bowstring, followed by the thud of a bolt striking wood, and looked around in time to see Shasta hastily stuffing a crossbow down his shirt.

"No idea you took grudges that seriously, Shasta. I hope you don't expect the rest of us to pay for the damage?" Nerwen tried to speak with the unflappability of a true Australian, but she could feel her pale face growing a shade or two paler.

Maybe live Werewolf isn't such a great idea after all...

Too tall to be easily lost in the crowd, Nerwen began looking around for a convenient dark corner to disappear into. Shasta's next target would surely be the phantom, but it was possible that he would remember she had been Boromir88's packmate in that fatal game.

[Lariren Shadow]

Lari finally pipes up from her coffee. She had died over the past few days do to horribly long papers and tests on monarchs that she be BFFs with but were all running together in her head.

When discussion of where Alonariel was begun she piped up, knowing somewhat were the girl was.

Originally Posted by Feanor of the Peredhil

She made her way over to Lari, Mira, and Nienna. "Have you guys seen her? Do we know where she is? Have we lost her to the fangirl clutches of TV shows I don't actually watch? Does she by any chance have the sparkletastic skin of a killer?"

"She is shopping at Sephora online for that extra sparkle. She should be here soon though." At least that's what Lari hoped. She hadn't been paying attention as well as she should have been and felt left out of the conversation. However, she knew that once she started to pay attention she could hopefully get along with everyone.

*Note links prompted by Mira.

Originally Posted by Shastanis Althreduin

In one swift motion, he raised the weapon, took a split second to aim, and fired. Down went the bow, slack went the string, up folded the wings of the bow. By the time Boro's eyes focused on the arrow embedded and still-quivering in the bar inches from his torso, the crossbow was holstered under Shasta's long vest and he was innocently sitting next to Agan, watching the movie play on the laptop.

Lari stared at the crossbow. She had always wanted to shot one, but never had the chance. Plus she preferred to use actual old fashioned bows instead. She also knew that in Mira's backpack was a bat, just in case the "mean" streets of Oxford got a little rough. Though there was that time she had thought she heard a cannon going off when she had been in Oxford before. But Mira did know an awesome bat trick.

[Formendacil]

TEXT MESSAGE: From: FORMENDACIL

A good friend of mine just died, so I'll be a bit longer than I thought--don't worry, He said He'll be back. If I survive till Day2, I want to vote Boro, cause he's almost as good as Morm that way. And tell Agan that she's not my Esmeralda--though I might be short a Cinderella yet.

OOC: just checking in quickly before bed. Really back on Saturday.

[Nienna]

Nienna hears something and looks around. She sees an arrow sticking out of the bar and is unfazed. Some how after living with Fea nothing surprises her anymore.

To Lari she says "... really?... twilight?... really?"

Nienna decides its time to retreat back into herself and her sketchbook as she can only take so much mingling and socialization. She grabs her bag and goes to sit next to Fea, gives her a box of crayons and a coloring book hoping that that will help her become more comfortable.

[Shastanis Althreduin]

"Trust me, Boro, had I meant to hit you, I would have. This is, of course, assuming that I was actually the one that shot at you, which I am not nor will I be admitting to," Shasta said loftily.

[Nogrod]

Nogrod and Greenie entered the pub. Nogrod seemed relieved but a bit annoyed as well - both to Greenie and to himself.

"Now you could have at least sent me an sms or something, right? I was really worried..." he complained.

"But those musicians were such a cool bunch I totally lost my sense of time..."

"Not only the sense of time but also that of direction..." Nogrod put in sarcastically.

"You could have texted me as easily" Greenie snapped back.

"Okay, okay... sorry about that" Nogrod admitted. "Well here we are anyway, all's well that ends well."

"Aren't we only just beginning Nogs?" Greenie grinned.

"Bah..." Nogrod frowned and then smiled, "Let's go meet some people."

[Lariren Shadow]

To Nienna: "As I stated before, the links were all Mira. And Fea started the references and I was just commenting. Plus now I just texted Alonariel to remind her where we are. She probably will have something to say about all this."

Lari looked around and saw Nog and Greenie walk in. She didn't know how to approach them (really the coffee had yet to kick in) but she waved from her corner. She wondered if anyone was staying in England till the 23rd and would be willing to go to the Henry VIII exhibit with her. She assumed that there was a probability that Fea, Nienna, and Mira would all just tune her out if she started talking about it.

[Aganzir]

The DVD ends with Whither Thou Goest as the last of the many encores. Agan sighs deep. "He's coming to Europe again in the summer. I'm interrailing then and I'd really like to see him again. In Lisbon the best seats are cheaper than my seat (which was one of the worst) at his Helsinki gig. I only need to convince my friends first," she says to Shasta, ignorant of the fuss he has caused.

Originally Posted by Kuruharan

“Aganzir you are evil. Did I mention that I am running a pool?”

"Everybody keeps saying that and I can't for the life in me see why!"

The phantom's mobile beeps and he reads Form's message aloud. Aganzir feels compelled to react even before she hears there's something about her, too.

Originally Posted by Formendacil

A good friend of mine just died, so I'll be a bit longer than I thought--don't worry, He said He'll be back.

"Aww I'm sorry to hear that. If you reply, send him virtual hugs."

Originally Posted by Form

And tell Agan that she's not my Esmeralda--though I might be short a Cinderella yet.

"Ah we shall see... In the end he will probably at least want to burn me."

Suddenly Aganzir grasps what has happened between Shasta and Boro. She wrinkles her brow. "Give the crossbow to me, Shasta," she says in a commanding voice, with a hint of annoyance to help cover the slightly self-conscious tone. Then she realises what she's doing. These people are Downers, not my little brothers, she tells herself. Stop trying to control everything. If Lommy had been there, she would have laughed at Agan and called her a dictator.
Slowly, she lets the muscles around her eyes relax. "Well, at least you guys help me feel at home here." She eyes Shasta and Kuru.

Her irritation is quickly forgotten when Greenie enters with Nog. She rushes to hug her. "Hello bunny! Where have you been? See, everyone's here! There's Fea, and Brinn and Nerwen are somewhere, too. And there's also your dear phantom!" She grins at Greenie's expression and starts walking her through the tables. If she was social earlier, she's even more so now that someone she actually knows well has arrived. She has a bit of a showman streak in her, and as long as there are people who know others worse than she, she has no problem with big parties.

On their way to find Brinn, Agan happens to glance at the papers on Fea's table. "Already preparing for the werewolf game so we can draw our names from a hat or something?" she asks, realising the moment the words leave her mouth that it doesn't make sense. If they were to distribute the roles randomly, they would draw a role from the hat, not their own names.
"No- it's for you," Fea replies, "it's better than the sketch I sent you." She watches Agan fold it open and smile. "Thanks, it's awesome! And don't worry, I liked the sketch, too. I really appreciate it that people bother to draw something for me, usually it's vice versa." Agan looks thoughtful for a while and continues, "I promised to mail something to you, too, and I was planning to take them with me now but I forgot. Ah well I suppose I still have your address, it's written on a piece of paper that is supposed to be on my desk... Only there's a big pile of stuff on it. And the sketch I talked to you about - you remember, the one that dates back to Nog's werewolf? In quality it isn't even close to those you have given me, it was made in two minutes. I'll try to find something a bit better to accompany it, otherwise I'll get a bad conscience."

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

"Aww," Fea smiled, "You really don't have to draw me things."

She said it to be polite. She meant it, of course, but she was trying to find a way to modulate her voice so that Agan knew that while Fea really truly didn't expect anything, she would, in fact, be delighted if she got something anyway.

"And I'm sure I'll love your sketches no matter how good or bad you think they are. Nienna," Fea added, "did you know that Agan draws?"

[Nerwen]

"An Edward Cullen Fantasy Colouring book!" Nerwen gasped, forgetting that she was trying not to attract the attention of the crossbow-wielding maniac. "Surely such horror cannot be allowed to exist– and it doesn't," she added, seeing that Fea was actually applying her crayons to a series of Disney pictures. "What's wrong with Disney?"

She did not quite catch Fea's mumbled reply. Indeed, Fea
seemed oddly reluctant to take up her end of the conversation– almost as if she were shy, which was hardly something Nerwen had expected of her– any more than she had expected her to order tea, of all things. Was Fea's extroverted online personality merely a front? Or was the strange situation making everyone act out of character?

Hearing Agan's commanding tone to Shasta, Nerwen decided on the second option.

That should be me, taking charge of things. What am I doing skulking around in the shadows, just because Shasta happens to be running amok with a crossbow? What's the matter with me?

There was only one thing to do. Drawing herself up to her full height, Nerwen ordered, "No. Give the crossbow to me, Shasta."