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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Night 1

[protoshepherd]

[ The wolves will receive another text, apart from the one they receive for ousting.

Female's W.C.
NOW

By the sink is a notebook and a pen. There's something written on the first page of the notebook. It's as if it was written by a third grader.

Write the name of the team you wish to be booted off the game.
Wolves must decide as a group.
Remember, a prize awaits if you win.

If you look up, you'll find the badger staring at you on the other side of the mirror. Creepy, huh? ]

[pestsandplagiarism]

[...very thankfully, Gilderoy finally managed use the phone to get the message to get into the bathroom and... oh.

Oh... this isn't a role Gilderoy can't take on, but it's really bad for his image. Nevertheless, it seems like he must, he'll wait to see what the others have to say about this.]

...really, what a predicament... I can't say I like the idea of booting any of them out, personally... is there some sort of way around it?

[protoshepherd]

[ The Badger usually speaks to one person at a time, but anybody in the room will be able to hear these words in their heads. ]

No. Rules of game. Must follow. So simple.

[pestsandplagiarism]

[.........INTERNAL SCREAMING]

Well, I suppose that's that, then. If we're going to play, then we ought to play to win, but...

[inspectormacarena]

[Ooooh, a notebook and a pen! He was hoping to find one of those earlier today, when Luca wanted to explain sfeer theory. Alas, it's too late now and low on his list of priorities. ...Maybe he can make off with it after the voting.

Good evening, Mr. Badger, it is about time they had a talk without the pointless phone spam.]

Just to be aaabsolutely clear, 'taking a sheep out' is not the same thing as killing them, yes? [There's been a lot of confusion over this and it's the most important thing to have clarified.]

[protoshepherd]

[ The badger nods politely. ]

No killing.

[inspectormacarena]

[Thank god for that. That makes the decision much easier.]

Weeell then. Listen here, I'll tell you what. I put in my vote now, and then you let me leeeave. I have important business to tend to tonight and it's getting to be rather late, you see. [He's still not buying that 2026 thing. Especially after Kelly claimed it was 2525.]

[protoshepherd]

No reason to be late. Time is stopped.

[inspectormacarena]

...What did you say?

[protoshepherd]

[ OOOH ~ GHOST TRICKS ~ ]

Proto cannot lie. Is true.

[inspectormacarena]

[KDSKJDFS NO BUT.]

Time cannot be stopped! It's moving along as we speak, baby!

[protoshepherd]

Not outside. Outside is different.

[inspectormacarena]

That's insane! You expect me to believe that without any proof?

[protoshepherd]

Cannot show proof... that difficult. But Proto cannot lie.

[inspectormacarena]

People can lie about being unable to lieee, Mr. Proto. [IF THAT EVEN IS YOUR REAL NAME]

If you can't provide evidence, I won't even consider it a possibility, baby. So I will say, once again, that I have somewhere to be tonight and I need to leave. Now.

[protoshepherd]

You won't believe even if you see. [ That's a creepy laugh right there, with a little bit of phlegm. It sounds awful either way. ]

[inspectormacarena]

[...Ew.]

Try me.

[protoshepherd]

[ DON'T BE RUDE. THE BADGER IS SICK. ]

Not possible. Not right now. Even Proto cannot.

[inspectormacarena]

[Yes he's sick alright.]

Listen here, maaan. I don't have time for your insubstantial claims and I don't have time for your game. For the last time, open the damn door so I can be on my way.

[protoshepherd]

Play game til finish. Doors open.

[yeahscience]

[Cabanela isn't the only one who's seriously distressed, especially after witnessing the gunshot in the main room. Jesse takes off for the bathroom to calm down, but just winds up pacing and smoking. He rambles at whoever else is there:]

Okay, look -- it's obvious that the psycho in the furry suit isn't gonna let us go until we play the whole bullshit game, right? And he says no one's gonna get killed if we do. I'm not saying like I trust him, but... we gotta do something to get out of here, right?

I mean, I got responsibilities back home. I got people that count on me. I can't be-- be messing around out of state with freaky magic tricks and people that think they're aliens and whatnot. It's not like I wanted to take a trip out to Burning Man.

[He sucks on the cigarette, then stabs it at the notebook.]

If we have to pick someone, I'm not saying I want to, but if we really have to, I say we make it that Doom guy. Right? The dude is cracked. It'd-- it'd probably be doing him a favor, one way or the other.

[inspectormacarena]

[Okay so after making a total idiot of himself out there (he admits it, just not out loud), Cabanela will retreat back into the bathroom as soon as possible without drawing even more attention to himself. Now he has no choice but to grudgingly accept that there's seriously no way out of here and if that badger's lying about time standing still (of course he is, because that's common sense), he's going to miss the most important night of his life. He can only hope his guys were instructed well enough to handle the matter without their chief to guide them. He can only hope they'll make it before the literal deadline, too. What time was that again? 10:30 PM? He doesn't even know what time it is right now.

Needless to say, he's a bundle of nerves and frustration himself, but he'll try not to take it out on anyone else. That just wouldn't be fair. Still, don't talk to him about responsibilities and people who are counting on you. Do not.]

I've come to find that the hooonorable judge isn't the only one around here who's "cracked". In fact, after seeing a few things turn to glass before my very eyes, I'm startin' to feel like I have a few bats in the ol' belfry myself, baby.

[He takes a moment to run a hand through his hair. Maybe this is just some big bad nightmare and he'll wake up to find this whole day never happened.] ... That saaaid, I don't see any reason why we shouldn't choose the honorable judge's team. It's best to keep the other suspect teams around. If we're lucky, our graaacious host won't reveal the alignment of the teams who were taken out of the game and we can theorize that the sheep ousted the wrong people. [He hopes they'll oust the wrong people either way, but there were three teams in that clue, not two. They can shift the blame to a different sheep team either way.]

[pestsandplagiarism]

...the door turned to glass when that happened? Are you certain?

[...he was probably too busy doing his hair to notice all that commotion, but

...oh no

this is very bad

...on the other hand it's very good because fuck it he's justified in just Obliviating everyone later anyway now]

This could be even worse than I feared, then, if magic is involved! Nothing I can't handle, of course, but... I'm afraid this gives us renewed reason to be concerned. Death isn't the worst thing that can happen to a person, as I've seen many times in my adventures!

[inspectormacarena]

[He was dead certain, yes. The door wasn't the only thing he's seen affected by magical glass, either. There was Kelly's armor, then there was his own arm when he punched the mirror. Thank god that didn't turn to glass entirely; it was just glass covering the arm, but still.

And ffs Lockhart, really? Magic? Adventures? Dammit, Cabanela wanted to believe you were a perfectly sane Shakespearean actor, but apparently not.]

Adveeentures, hm? How about you give us some examples of what might happen, baby?

[pestsandplagiarism]

Well, for one, they could be transfigured into something... or they could be petrified... or they could have their souls taken!

...It's really a mixed bag of terrible things, most of which I have prevented in the past... but, well, if it actually happens, there's very little that even I could do about it!