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MAFIA: Madame Broussard's Witchy Wares

Introduction

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It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents—except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies)—
but here is not the face of London that you know.

If one knows where to look, one can find a rather different world hiding behind the façade, full of magic and mystery. Where better to find magic and mystery but the Piccadilly Circus? There, underneath the twinkling neon lights that lace the sky, you must turn and walk the wrong way down Regent Street. Those who know how to look will find an alleyway that has no worldly name, for it does not exist on this mortal plane. Do not be fooled; you are not between the two brick buildings you walked past just a moment ago. (In fact, look up into the sky- where you should see the stars. There is only more brick.)

There are scattered shacks and storefronts here in the In-Between; our story begins in the bright yellow fairy tale cottage that lies at the end of the road.

Madame Broussard is a witch, and she runs a respectable establishment with the assistance of the fae sisters Maeve, Morgan, and Merlina. There are impossibly many rooms for the size of the cottage; the first has artifacts and curiosities, the second shelves beyond shelves of books, the third containing everything you might need to cast a spell. There are guest rooms in the back for whoever may need it.

Participation

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Read the rules before continuing.

This RP is a 7-player adaption of Mafia, except the flavor of killers and townsfolks have been flipped around. If you've never played this game before, you can learn more on this wiki.

This roleplay will be player-driven; you influence what happens, so communicate frequently. The game runs between three to six (OOC) weeks, and one IC post is required from each player per week.

After seven players have signed up, certain players at random receive secret roles. These roles are in the next section. Your role must remain a secret and will only be revealed if you die. Do not PM other participants (active or defeated).

Mechanics

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Gameplay is divided in 2 phases:

The game starts in "Day" phase, which is the time for interaction. Throughout this phase, there will be an ongoing vote for who is believed to be the killer. At the end of Waking Phase, the character with more than half of all votes (ie. 4 votes out of 7 active players, 3 out of 5, etc.) will be lynched and their role revealed. Players can choose to abstain from voting and change or cancel their votes within the allotted time. Once both murderers are caught, the game is over and those remaining win. Otherwise, we continue into the next phase.

"Night" phase means silence. No IC posts are allowed during this phase. The GM will message everyone to determine their course of action for that night. This is the time for the antagonists to kill, and also for special roles to use their abilities. Roles will be given through PMs and results will only be returned once all actions are locked in.

Vote tally and the result of each phase will be tracked in OOC. Please specify your Daytime vote in IC (with hider), or OOC.

Roles

_{*All role actions are optional, which means you don't have use your ability if you're scared of being busted.}

Antagonists (Undercover police)

• Mole – The standard "bad guy"; eliminate one player each night
• Roleblocker – Block 1 player from their nighttime action; takes over for the goon if they are killed

^{*The antagonists can directly PM each other.}

Protagonists (Crogiolo Syndicate)

• "Citizen" x3 – No nighttime ability
• Investigator - Investigate 1 player each night, revealing their alignment (protagonist or antagonist; no result if blocked)
• Enforcer – Prevent 1 player from being eliminated at night; can't protect yourself

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Don't roleclaim. You may accuse another player. However, no one is allowed to show OOC proof of roles (role assignment PM and/or investigation results).

Anyone up for a game of Mafia/Werewolf?

@Baphomini Sorry I missed this! I’m going to use the same character sheets as the two linked examples, so you can use that as a template.

For everyone: I’m pushing rollout of the full story to tomorrow, but the short version is that this is going to be set in modern day London. This murder involves the Fae, so you are welcome to play some sort of supernatural humanoid, but are not required to do so (it will not impact gameplay either way).

The Sunday Group - Seeds and Harvests

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Adri had her clipboard tucked under her arm, the other working its way out of her sweatshirt, revealing a white dress shirt tucked in at the waist. Looking the role was half the part when it came to getting information, and this was one of those times where being done up would make all the difference. She paused, half out of the thick fabric, to catch the camera in her arms. They curled inwards, pulling the weight into her chest, for a moment forgetting that no one here was normal and wondering how he had managed to toss it over with such ease.

She looked to the camera and then back at him as she gently placed it on the ground to pull her other arm out of its sleeve. “You touched the body before you took photos?!”

Adri sounded downright scandalized. Really, it was mainly to be dramatic, and she would never have commented if it had been someone else; Al was the only other person here who would know anything about standard operating procedures, and nothing the Sunday Group did was really standard. It was not at all unusual to discover that scenes couldn’t be photographed. There was the slightest bit of actual horror, only because she liked to work in an orderly fashion. She had long ago learned to shrug her shoulders and let it go; that didn’t lessen her confusion as to how anyone else got anything done.

“I’ll grab a few photos and we can head over, sound good?” she asked, looking over to Blythe as she folded her sleeves up. She looked more like Adri’s mom than Adri did; Adri had turned out like a darker version of her father, but with features just vaguely exotic enough to make people question where she was from.

Now, where did you come from? she mused to herself as she started snapping photos of the corpse, one at this angle, one at that angle, whipping out a pair of gloves to turn the body get snaps of its front. You could tell where the face was, of course, but the black substance obscured and distorted everything.

Down the alley this way. Down the alley that way. From the opposite wall to the body. From the body to the opposite wall. She was efficient but thorough with her choices. A few more and she decided she had enough.

“Okay, I’m ready whenever you are.”

Anyone up for a game of Mafia/Werewolf?

So it looks like we have the minimum of seven, so the game will be going ahead! @Xandrya @Zapdos @Alix @Baphomini @AntiRpRP @ParadoxShark @hanzo

If anyone else is interested, please chime in so I can let you know once the game thread is up; there is no maximum number of players.

I have a scenario in mind and aim to have a thread up by Friday. (It should be up before then, but my next few days may be hectic.)

Anyone up for a game of Mafia/Werewolf?

If we can get two more people interested, the game is a go!

Darkhearts: A Forgotten Realms RP

Charynrae was watchful as always, careful to keep her face obscured as her eyes swept the way in front of them. She let Amal guide her; it was unnerving and comforting all at once, to have someone assisting her. Much less a human.

Once they were well inside the town walls she chanced lowering her hood. There were definitely a few second looks, and she could hear murmured words about drow, but no one seemed alarmed. They might not like her, but this was not the type of town where she would be driven out. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught an elf sneering at her, but she ignored it.

She pointed towards the wall, at one of the entities carved right in. “Black Dagger. Inn, tavern, bath house,” she read off the sign. “I would say we start there.” It made sense to keep them all together, at least to her, especially up here.

“Gamble? Not often,” she said. “As you can imagine, it can get… bloody, where I am from, and given its unpredictability, most avoid it. You said you were reminded of home. Where is home for you?”

The Sunday Group - Seeds and Harvests

“I take it you have some kind of insight?” Adri said with a glance over at Teajay. She had arrived too late to know what was happening and quite frankly saw it as no problem; she had no idea if she would have seen whatever they were discussing, but it would be just one more reason for her to question her sanity (which she sometimes wished wasn’t intact). “So, we need a search of the greater area to see if the scene needs to be widened,” Adri murmured to herself, flipping the map up to jot notes down on a blank sheet underneath. “A spell would probably work, but I usually just… ask.”

There was an interesting disconnect, sometimes, in the different understandings everyone had of the world. She usually went for a mundane solution, saving magic for when she had exhausted all her options. “There are probably more in these areas, but I haven’t been that way yet,” she said, gesturing at the section of her drawing devoid of any camera listings. “For example, there’s one right over there. Question is where it looks, which may not be this way,” she said, pointing up over at a doorway.

Anyone up for a game of Mafia/Werewolf?

UPDATE: Looking for another player. roleplayerguild.com/topics/192288-maf…

As the title says, anyone up for a game of Mafia/Werewolf? Here are links to a couple games that have been done before:

roleplayerguild.com/topics/176957-col…
roleplayerguild.com/topics/177788-col…

The Sunday Group - Seeds and Harvests

Adri woke up before her alarm and spent two hours willing herself to fall back asleep before her phone finally started beeping at her. This was not an everyday occurrence, but today was not an ordinary day, not for her. She followed her routine as usual:

6:00 Quick snack and her prescriptions (including half a Xanax, which she normally skipped but today she knew she needed it).
6:15 Run. Outside. She had no interest in running, but it was healthy, so she put up with feeling like a cold, clammy corpse. 
     (The irony.) The visual was nice, at least; she ran through a park. And she did get to pet a dog.
6:40 Shower. Today was not a hair-wash day, thank goodness. She blow-dried the dampness out and put it up in a neat bun. No 
     make up today. She was dressed for business today, with a blazer and skirt over a plain long sleeved shirt.
7:00 Breakfast at 7. Eggs and toast.
7:30 Brush her teeth.

She ended up at the courthouse a good 45 minutes before she needed to be, which was fine with her. With her outfit she could have easily been mistaken for a lawyer as she waited, if not for the fact that she was sitting there reading a novel, not hard at work. She was absorbed in the words up until a Hispanic man in a suit walked up, putting his toes right up against hers. “Aren’t you cold?”

She closed the book and grinned, standing up to give Santino Estrada a hug. “No, thermal tights. Are you still Sarge or should I call you Lieutenant?”

He squeezed her back, laughing as he stepped away, shaking his head. “No word yet. Supposedly I’ll find out today. How has life been treating you?”

They began down the hallway. “Good. I’ve been doing good.” Their path was slashed with sunlight, the columns outside the tall windows casting their shadows on the wall.

“I’m sorry they keep bringing you out to talk about Kendall. It must be hard.”

She shrugged. “I’m used to it. Thanks for being here anyways.”

“At least they’re closing the case soon.”

“Yeah, I am looking forward to that.”

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Adri checked her phone as soon as she was out of court. Fortunately, the address was only a five minute drive away, and she kept a go bag in her trunk. She swapped her blazer for a well worn, dark green hoodie before leaving, wanting the freedom of movement that the blazer simply would not provide.

She parked across the street, saw everyone in the alley, and went around the other way, clipboard and pen in hand. She started her crime scene diagram as she walked. The Sunday Group wasn't the police, but old habits die hard.

“Sorry if I'm late, I had court this morning,” she said as she finally strolled in, giving a wave with the hand that was not holding a clipboard. “Did I miss anything?”

“Just the one victim?” she asked. “I might have seen some of the black stuff on the corner back there, but there are four dumpsters down that way, so…”

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The Sunday Group - Seeds and Harvests

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