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Halloween Event
Topic Started: Oct 10 2011, 06:10 PM (107 Views)
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Basement
Service Stairs (LOCKED) The smell of sour mash.
Mop Bucket (black Sludge)
Storage Shelves (10 pack of Cell Batteries.
Old Rug (A muddy foot print leading up the stairs.)



Pantry
Shelves (Big Mushroom)
Freezer (5 Watmel)



Wine Cellar [LOCKED]
Wine Racks (Rocky Helmet)
Shelves (Have been moved aside - there's an empty hole in the wall and mud everywhere. Also blood on the floor beside the dislodged block.)
Barrels (cask of moonshine)

Boiler Room (LOCKED)
Furnace (charcoal)
Tool Box (Radiator Coil)
Pipes (Joltik)
Breaker Box (Secret Key)

Main Stairs (LOCKED)
Old Photo (photo of Mr creamy holding a jar of what is clearly marked moonshine. He's grinning from ear to ear and winking for the camera. On the back is written, "My greatest treasure!"

Bowling Lanes
Bowling Ball Rack (big pearl)
Bowling Pins (nothing)

Box of shoes (muddy dress shoes)

Pool
An Empty Pool (Rare bone)

Ballard Room
Pool Table (iron ball)
Dart board: (nothing)
Table: (Key to Main staircase)

Storage (LOCKED)
Boxes (a moon stone)
Paintings (homemade distillery - behind them is a secret locked door!)
Tapestry (has a logo of a silver moon on it)
Rug (nothing)



First Floor
Service Stairs
Broom (nothing)
Dust Pan (Clue: Gun powder Residue)

Kitchen
Cabinets (10 pack of sitrusberries)
Refrigerator (Mason jar of clear liquid that smells like rubbing alcohol)
Sink (nothing)
Oven (10 pack of lava cookies)
Counters (Item: Wave Incense)

Dining
Table (Twisted spoon with gun powder residue and a lighter)
Hutch (KEY: Wine Cellar)

Library
Bookshelves (Secret Passage to Study)
Chair (Nothing)
Table (Item: Fresh Water)
Wastebasket (Item: Leftovers)

Main Stairs
Vase (nothing)
Paintings (Mr Creamy in front of Liquid Gold Factory)

Sitting Room
TV (Item: TM for Flamethrower)
Stage (Floyd and Til'k)
Buffet Table (KEY: Basement Service Stairs)

Study Secret passage found
Desk (Letter From Mrs Creamy to Ester)
Shelves (nothing)
Wastebasket (nothing)

Foyer
Aquarium (Pokemon: Basculin)

Sun Room
Potted Plants (Item: Revival Herb Plant)
Fountain (500 Zenni)
Table (nothing)



Second Floor
Service Stairs
Mouse Trap (A Dead Mouse!)

Master Bedroom
Wardrobe (Item: Silk Scarf)
Bed (nothing)
Night Stand (Clue: A note to self reading "Lead burns red and makes you dead.")

Master Bath Not Search-able
(Body of Le'Dasha Creamy)

Guest Bath
Bathtub (boiler room key)
Sink (Nothing)
Toilet (float stone)

Main Stairs
Paintings (Mr. Creamy in front of a Still)

Ester's Room
Closet (nothing)
Luggage (copy of the will)
Bed (spell tag)

Joey's Room
Closet (Nothing)
Luggage (Clue: Reply Letter from Ester)
Bed (Nothing)

Balcony
Bench (KEY: Basement Storage Room)
Railing (Item: Nevermeltice)

Guest Room 3
Closet (Item Thick Club)
Bed (Nothing)

Edited by Maverick, Oct 25 2011, 11:09 AM.
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Sign up Invite:

Dear Trainer!
 


You are cordially invited to this years most anticipated event! Mrs. Le'Dasha Creamy of Creamy Estates in Italicus once again plays host to the annual Opaddeka Costume Ball. Food, fun, and festivities that are sure to delight all ages, will last until Midnight when the winner of the best costume will be announced. And don't forget about the door prizes! There's something for everyone this year. This party is sure to be a scream...Don't miss it.

Happy Halloween!
Mrs. Le'Dasha Creamy

[Brought to you by your local Opaddekan Military Establishment.]


Welcome to this years Halloween event. I like to do one of these every year but last year I didn't make it. This is short notice, so sign up quick! This event is open to everyone and is hosted by the OME. No Pokemon needed, although you're welcome to bring them along.

The front for this game is a costume party held in an old manor in Italicus. Everyone should come dressed up and ready to party!

The game will begin on Saturday (my time) with an introduction mod. From there you will be able to dive right into the game. First mod will occur on Monday. I will not wait for everyone to post. I encourage you not to either, you'll see why on Saturday! Hope to see you there, and if you're interested, feel free to put your name here so I have an idea of how many people will be attempting to participate. Game will wrap up on Halloween.

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Plot.

Suspects: Sister - Maid - Son - Butler

Mrs. Creamy disappears during the party and doesn't show up to announce the winners at midnight. Floyd sends the maid off to look for her and we hear her scream shortly after. The party moves upstairs to see what's happened.

Mrs. Creamy is dead on the floor of the master bathroom. Apparently strangled. Floyd kicks something on the Floor. It's a ring. The sister's Ring. She claims it was stolen from her bedroom. A short argument ensues between the Maid and sister, Floyd stops it and locks down the house. Everyone is to search for clues.

Clues:
Secret passage to locked Study.
Except from Mr. Creamy's Will found in Sister's bedroom speaking about the family treasure.
Key to the basement found in the kitchen.

Mods will lead people to either share info or run off and attempt to solve the mystery themselves.

Next major clue is found in the wine cellar. Someone has been pecking away at the foundation stones. There's mud, blood, and foot prints.
The study reveals a letter from the sister asking Mrs. Creamy if she'd really found Mr. Creamy's treasure.

Interrogation reveals mud on the son's pants legs. The butler has cut his hand. The sister admits that Mrs Creamy had hinted that she knew what the treasure might be and that she had gotten a copy of the will to see if it would help. She also discovers that the son was cut out of the will. The son admits he knew about this and was looking for the treasure but denies harming his mother. The butler claims to have fallen over the loosened rock while going to retrieve another bottle of wine.

Edited by Maverick, Oct 11 2011, 07:23 PM.
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Opening Post.


Italicus is a cozy little town that, even during Halloween, looks like a twisted version of Santa's Village at the north pole. Instead of the traditional colors of Christmas, gaudy orange lights are strung from the perpetually ice coated gables and goblins stand watch from mounds of playfully shaped snow. It's The Nightmare Before Christmas brought to life.

Upon a hill top looms one of the few manor houses in this chilly part of the region where nothing can possibly flourish. Creamy Estates, it is called. And the hill? Creamy Hill. Once owned by the fabulously rich Mr. Jerald Creamy, king of Liquid Gold, the only factory to actually flourish in this iced over world. Wrought Iron gates that must be opened with force each morning loom threateningly at the bottom of the winding, freshly scraped and salted drive. And atop the hill top the two story home (which wouldn't be much of a manor in warmer parts of the country, but is when the soil is too frozen to break ground for a proper foundation), is alive with lights and thrumming sounds of music. Cars are parked in neat little rows and already the halls are crowded with Opaddekans dressed just for the occasion. In the sitting room, a small stage has been set up where the popular band, Thursday Brunch, jams to a tune that even the biggest square in the room can flick his tail in time to.

~<>~

"It's good to see you enjoying yourself." Smiled a sweet little old lady dressed in a black and red witch's costume. She patted her companion's arm. He looked uncomfortable and avoided the woman's wrinkled gaze. The General, Floyd T. Scavian, would not win any prizes for his choice of costume. He'd had to explain to Mrs. Creamy that his red sweater worn over a pressed white dress shirt and navy blue tie, accompanied by gray tweed pants was his attempt to portray 'Mr. Rogers'. She had smiled and shook her head, choosing not to comment. Behind them stood a giant furry white cotton ball. When asked what on earth Til'k had come dressed as, Floyd had replied, 'Why...Lambchop, of course.' As if it were the most obvious thing in all the world. Lambchop Til'k and the Scavian version of Mr. Rogers, would give children nightmares for years to come. At the very least, no one would ever see the two children's shows in the same light ever again.

"It's about time to make my speech." Mrs. Creamy said, more to herself than to Floyd, who was still uncomfortable speaking, let alone moving in the ridiculous human get-up. "I think you should be the one to introduce me." Now she was speaking to him. And staring too. Floyd could feel her eyes burning holes into the side of his head. A sweat droplet formed on his brow and slowly trickled down his neck.

~<>~

Guests are arriving still, each one trying to be fashionably late and knowing without a doubt that their costume is absolutely the best. A giant answers the door, one best described as a 'Lurch' look-alike, and dressed very much the same way. In spite of his overwhelming size and droning voice like gas seeping from a bloated corpse, one cannot help but notice his massive hands beckoning them to enter. One is wrapped in a fresh white bandage. Specks of bright scarlet seeping through the fabric provide stunning contrast against his gray skin and black uniform.

Once inside, the warmth of the festively decorated house wraps the chilled guests in its welcoming arms. A bubbly playboy bunny that chatters excitedly with every person who will lend a half interested ear, offers a tray of drinks to passerby. Champagne for the adults, and cider for the younger guests.

The crowd is now gathering around the main room in the house where the music originates from. The band ends the current song and bows deeply, exiting the stage and making way for the worst imitation of Mr. Rogers in history. For a moment, people stare in confusion, wondering why anyone dressed as an alien would bother with a silly red sweater. And what was up with the over grown dust mop? Was it supposed to be a cotton candy monster?

The alien was speaking...

~<>~

He cleared his throat and tapped the mike. Anything to buy time. Floyd hated to make speeches. He glanced nervously at the little old lady waiting just off stage. "Well! I'm glad so many of you could make it tonight! I'm Floyd Scavian, for those of you who haven't met me before. General of the Opaddekan Military." He tried to smile encouragingly. A baby at the back of the room began to cry. He hurried on. "The OME is honored to sponsor tonight's festivities, and we could not have asked for a more gracious hostess. Join me in welcoming, Mrs. Le'Dasha Creamy to the stage!" Gratefully, he stepped aside, making room for the sweet little witch that hobbled forward.

"Oh my!" Mrs. Creamy's voice creaked. "Just look at all the wonderful costumes! It's certainly going to be difficult to award first prize to just one person! Hopefully as this evening wears on, I'll be able to decide on just one. Meanwhile, please enjoy yourselves! There's plenty of tasty treats and games to entertain the young and young at heart." She chuckled to herself, thinking her quip had been clever. "I'll see you all again at midnight. Now please! Enjoy. Have fun! And Happy Halloween!" She offered her arm to Floyd who helped her hobbled back off the stage.

~<>~

Mr. Rogers alien is seen leading Mrs. Creamy off the stage. She leans toward and whispers something. Those nearby can hear her express her wishes to go up upstairs and retire in her room for awhile. She's very tired and all the excitement has left her weary. Floyd waves the playboy bunny over. The poor blonde very nearly drops the tray she's juggling as she bounces her way over to her employer's side. Several people are watching now. Lurch the butler being the most noticeable, next would be a young man dressed as Dracula and an older woman who resembles Mrs. Creamy, only younger in years. She's dressed as the Bride of Frankenstein, and pats her hair-sprayed beehive anxiously as she watches the old woman teeter up the long stairway, steadied by the playboy bunny.

The band resumes, kicking it into high gear with a wicked yell. The crowd cheers and applauds and games such an 'bobbing for apples', Cornhole, Limbo, and before long a Conga line begins and the now drunken guests really begin to have a great time. A now very nervous looking Play Boy bunny is back, no longer bubbly but just as clumsy. Dracula has vanished and so has 'The Bride'. Impossible as it seems. Lurch disappears for a time as well.

[Ok. I'm kick starting this a few days early since there's been so many people to respond to the invite (Thank you for your support!). This is actually a very short event since I anticipated slow turn around on posting given past events. However, hopefully everybody will get to participate in some way and will enjoy the story, no matter how brief it actually is. We'll have roughly two weeks to wrap this up. You'll know what kind of an event this is, next post. Right now, there is really nothing to do but enter, and RP with your friends. Be sure to give me a good description of your costumes! There really will be a winner announced at the end of the Event. This is a Non canon event, and while pokemon are welcome they are not needed. I ask you to limit the number to one. They will not have any effect on the Events outcome and they should not leave your characters side. The rest of the opening story will be posted up on Saturday. See you then!]


Edited by Maverick, Oct 12 2011, 07:08 PM.
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Midnight drew near and it soon became apparent that the party's hostess had not been seen all evening. Floyd began to fidget beside the large multi-limbed Lambchop and glance about nervously. Finally, he grabbed the arm of the playboy bunny who gave a startled shriek of surprise.

"Listen, have you seen Mrs. Creamy? It's about time for her to announce the winner!" He hissed into her ear.

The bunny, whose name also happened to be Bunny, stammered a moment. She was the grand lady's personal assistant, she should know the answer to this. "Um-um, N-no! Not since I helped her to her rooms. She said she wanted to rest, remember? I bet she just fell asleep." She beamed proudly at this deduction.

"Fine-fine, but you'd best go wake her up now, don't you think?" He tapped his wrist watch and frowned disapprovingly. The monster behind him uncoiled its serpentine head from its shoulders. Lambchop's toothy face stretched high above its body, distorting any illusion of a Lamb, and peered over the alien's shoulder. Bunny shivered, her lips curling back from her teeth as if she were considering vomiting on Floyd's bright red sweater.

"Y-yes. Going. Now." She ran off, tripping over someone's shoes in her mad dash up the central stair case. Dracula was back. He was one of the few people still sober. He sneered down at his shoes. They were not the same pair he had been wearing earlier. These were sneakers. The bottom cuff of his pants leg was coated in mud.

"Really!" Huffed The Bride of Frankenstein beside him. "You'd think my dear sister could do better than that blonde bimbo."

Dracula shook his head and grumbled. "Oh I don't know, Auntie." He said scathingly. "I'm sure she has SOME special talent." He leered nastily in the direction Bunny had ran.

The Bride laughed haughtily. "No need to be so crude, dear Nephew." She smiled primly. "But I'm sure you're right. Pity. My sister always has been one to bring in any stray dog off the streets."

In the corner of the room, just within hearing distance of this family conversation, was Lurch. Lurch's real name was Stephen, but no one ever called him that. He frowned in disgust at the pair and wondered what his sweet 'Boss Lady' had ever done to deserve such disgusting relatives.

"AGGGHH!" A shrill scream tore from the second story and silenced the entire house. Everyone looked toward the grand stair case to see Bunny nearly stumble and fall down the stairs. "OhgodOhgodohgod-Oh MY GOD! She DEAD!"

Floyd rushed to the hysterical girls side and grabbed her by the shoulders. Bunny continued to shriek and snivel and stutter unintelligibly. "Get ahold of yourself, woman! What's happened?"

Bunny wiped some snot from her pretty face and hiccuped. "I found her on the floor of the master bath. She's dead Mr. FloydAlienSir! Someone's poisoned her! There was an empty glass on the floor beside her. The room reeks of rubbing alcohol."

The alien stared blankly back at her for a moment. There were gasps across the room and the two relatives hurried alongside them, listening eagerly. "That's a harsh accusation to make, young lady. What makes you say it?" He hissed in disbelief. Who would possibly won't dear Mrs. Creamy dead?

Bunny sniffed and then, with determined resolve, opened one of her clutched fists. "Th-this!"

In her hand was a golden ring with a ruby setting.

"My ring!" Shouted The Bride.

Bunny glared at her, swiped at her swollen red eyes and nodded. "I know! It was on the floor beside Mrs. Creamy. YOU must have dropped it."

"Ridiculous!" I haven't seen that ring all evening. I looked and looked before the party. It must have been stolen from my room!" The sister now squinted her dark eyes at Bunny. "YOU probably took it, you cheap little tramp!"

The two woman faced off, fists ready and teeth bared, eager to lunge at one another. Til'k stomped into view, directly between the two of them and growled lovingly at the Bride. He licked her face, taking half the white powder from her face with it. He purred affectionately, and licked his lips. The gleam in his six eyes indicated he wanted to get to know her better, in his own, special way. Floyd reached for the back of his lamb costume and tugged slightly while frowning at Bunny, hoping she'd back off. The sight of Til'k had made her wilt away in terror.

"If Le'Dasha was murdered, I want proof!" He snapped at the two women. He let his eyeless gaze sweep the room, marking the face of everyone there. "This house will be locked down tight. Until this is resolved, no one leaves and everyone is suspect. Got it? And no one goes into the Master Bath. Mrs. Creamy will not be disturbed. Unless you want to spend the rest of the night downtown at the police station, you'd better be finding out who did it! Bring your evidence back to me."

He released Til'k and stomped back to the stage, sat down, and poured himself a drink. What an awful night!

[Ok. So this is a very Clue like game. You search the house shown in the table below. Listed in each room are the items that are search-able. You may search one room and one item per post. Some of the rooms are locked. You'll find keys and secret passages to get to those. You'll find clues that are likely to point to several different people. You do not have to share your clues with everyone else if you don't want to. If you think it might give you an advantage, keep them to yourself. Bare in mind, no metagaming. If you think you know who did it, your character will have only the clues they know about to justify it. You do not have to show every single clue to Floyd. Don't even bother talking to him until you think you know who did it. He's busy working on some Brain Bleach.

Mods will come as frequently as possible. If someone posts searching a room, I'll give a one or two liner telling them what they found. If it's significant, you might trigger a longer more important mod. You may also question people at the party. I've mentioned four that you may interact with. It's possible that this game will resolve itself prior to Halloween. Like I said, it's a short storyline and if everyone searches, this will go very quickly.

Note that the only way to go between floors is via the stairs. The Basement is completely blocked off at the moment.

Ok! Goodluck.]

Basement
Service Stairs (LOCKED)
Mop Bucket
Storage Shelves
Old Rug

Pantry
Shelves
Freezer


Wine Cellar [LOCKED]
Wine Racks
Shelves
Barrels

Boiler Room (LOCKED)
Furnace
Tool Box
Pipes
Breaker Box

Main Stairs (LOCKED)
Old Photos

Bowling Lanes
Bowling Ball Rack
Bowling Pins
Box of shoes

Pool
An Empty Pool

Ballard Room
Pool Table
Dart board
Table:

Storage (LOCKED)
Boxes
Paintings
Tapestry
Rug



First Floor
Service Stairs
Broom
Dust Pan

Kitchen
Cabinets
Refrigerator
Sink
Oven
Counters

Dining
Table
Hutch

Library
Bookshelves
Chair
Table
Wastebasket

Main Stairs
Vase
Paintings

Sitting Room
TV
Stage
Buffet Table

Study (LOCKED)
Desk
Shelves
Wastebasket

Foyer
Aquarium

Sun Room
Potted Plants
Fountain
Table



Second Floor
Service Stairs
Mouse Trap

Master Bedroom
Wardrobe
Bed
Night Stand

Master Bath Not Search-able


Guest Bath
Bathtub
Sink
Toilet

Main Stairs
Paintings

Ester's Room
Closet
Luggage
Bed

Joey's Room
Closet
Luggage
Bed

Balcony
Bench
Railing

Guest Room 3
Closet
Bed

Edited by Maverick, Oct 15 2011, 02:39 PM.
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