GAME 2: Wolves

[protoshepherd]

[ Each wolf will receive a text stating:
Now
Meet other wolves
Female's W.C.
3rd cubicle
Flush three times
They also have the option to reply to the message. (Ping me if this happens!)

And if they follow the instructions, the wall behind the cubicle will slowly reveal a ~ secret path ~ to a secret room.

Except, this room is also a washroom. But it looks pretty swag, like a hotel's bathroom. There's a bathtub, a shower, a toilet with a bidet, a HUGEass mirror, and the floor is carpeted. It seems like a pretty private place for you and your fellow wolves to plot in.

Have fun! ]

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Actual thread starter for day 1 part 1

[inspectormacarena]

[And so, after gathering enough information from the cellphone and out in public, Cabanela will finally retreat into the Secret Bathroom (Secret bathrooom...!~ Through the wa-aall!~ Secret secret secret secret secret bathrooooom!~)

As he does with every other room he enters, he twirls his way through the door and strikes a pose, red scarf fluttering behind him. He doesn't agree with being a wolf- not at all- but as far as he can see there's no harm in it. There's no way they could be 'bad guys' or anything of the sort, because he knows for a fact he hasn't done anything wrong. ...Well, except for those two mistakes he made ten years ago, but boy has he been working to redeem himself. 'Taking out sheep' is probably just a figure of speech. Yup.

Man, they're wolfing it up in style, aren't they? What a nice bathroom. He'll just take a seat beside the sink and wait for more of their fellows to trickle in. Aside from Jesse, he has no clue who the wolves are supposed to be. He's also humming Roxanne under his breath, because he passed by that door again in the hall and now the song is stuck in his head.]

[bestworstdad]

Whoa! The no food asshole!!!

[God why are they both here together.]

[inspectormacarena]

[That wasn't his fault! Trust him, he wanted food too.

He's not happy about seeing this guy here either, because if they're fellow wolves, that means he can't haphazardly vote him off in the polls.]

Mr. Mage. We meet again.

[bestworstdad]

So.....what? We're bad guys or something?

[inspectormacarena]

I have no reason to believe aaanything like that, nor do I have any intention of becoming the bad guy.

[bestworstdad]

You're totally a bad guy! Someone with that kind of hair style reeks of "No, Bond, I wish for you to die"!

[inspectormacarena]

Hah. In reality, I am the Mr. Bond of that scenario. The head of Special Investigations is the one who caaatches the bad guy, baby.

[bestworstdad]

I don't see any women hanging off of you.

[inspectormacarena]

A daaarn shame, isn't it? It seems I was forced to leave them at home. [He's bluffing. He has no women back home.]

[bestworstdad]

Yeah, yeah. When you get your own fanclub, you can start talking. Not that I can really brag because my wife would kill me if she heard.

[inspectormacarena]

So there's a Mrs. World's Best Mage, huh? Must be ooone patient lady. [ZZZING.]

[bestworstdad]

Considering how often she beats the shit out of me, she's probably impatient.

[inspectormacarena]

[.......... What a lovely marriage that must be.]

Ahh, so she's the one who wears the pants in the relationship, is thaaat it?