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Meowselsworth's Prisoner Deathmatch Extravaganza! (Inactive)

Game Master Meowselsworth

A mafia type game with killer robots.


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Female Cimelocarn

Finwa stays in her spot watching after the death of the two people, her eyes wide even as everyone else starts to get ready for acts of a type of performance or another. She gulps, trying to figure out wht to do without even hearing the comments of others.

"Huh? Talent..."

The little humanoid cannot move as she is frozen with fear not knowing what in the worlds she can do to entertain the others well enough.


Bryn leans down to Finwa's and whispers; "Don't worry, whatever you choose I am sure you will excel."


"Talent? Hah! These challenges keep getting easier and easier! It takes real talent to get this built!"

Flexing his muscles yet again, he looks to the feline host of the show.

"Hey, what's the heaviest thing in this place? I wanna see how far I can throw it!"


Lost soul

Charlene kneels in front of frozen Finwa. "Stage fright is only natural, Ms. Finwa. Even professionals suffer from it. This is certainly a stressful situation. So try to block it out and think: what is it you do better than anybody else?"


Male Possibly Xailehcian

Several boxes suddenly elevate from a platform rising out of the arena floor. Cackling, Rekstahl rushes to them and begins to make something. he can be heard mumbling.

"Show my talent? Oh, yes, yes indeed."


Lost soul

Charlene watches Rekstahl with concern. "Oh dear. I was afraid of this." She checks with the 'Player Information' kiosk to be certain the fire suppression systems are in place and have been recently tested.

Qadira

"Talent! of course as an aristocrat I am trained in a variety of musical accoutrements."

"I need a set of bagpipes!"

"I promise the next deaths shall be honored in highland traditions."


Lost soul

Charlene taps on her iPad some more and the kiosk updates:

Spoiler:


  • Aaron Lockley: ?
  • Alexander Maxerson: Cow tossing
  • Alina Malain: ?
  • Brynjard 'Ihsahn' Silenoz: Music?
  • Cardon Mars the Four: ?
  • Charlene F. Oftenseen: Fencing - seeks sparring partner
  • Duke Leto Atredies: Bagpipes. Really?
  • Eldon Gorski: ?
  • Finwa: ?
  • Hamish Cunningham: ?
  • Leoian Mousekewitz: ?
  • Mattie: ?
  • Murder Monk: Something 'special'
  • Prof. Tinkerton: ?
  • The Hollow: ?
  • Velval/Stephano: ? A ventriloquist act, perhaps?

Talent: Being Dead
James Herecea
Ms. Kevorkia
Wowbagger tIP


Mech Pilot

Aaron considers the challenge...

"Hmmph. A talent show. I was always a fair hand at drill and ceremony, but I guess I'll be going solo unless one of you lot knows your way around a drill rifle...?"

He sets to warming up while he waits for one of the show's gofers to find him a suitable weapon for his routine. Heh, maybe he should have tried talking them into letting him demonstrate his marksmanship or combat mech piloting- that would've been quite a show...


Leoian turns away when the laser crushes Wowbagger, he was expecting sparks and wires not flesh and blood. Unfortunately when he turns he finds Ms. Kevorkia "Wahh! Not her too..." He puts his face in his hands for a moment, then turns to look up at Meowselsworth's pillar "Meowsie... I-I don't think I like this game anymore. They really died didn't they? I don't want my friends to die." Looking around at the others who, save for a couple, seemed unfazed they are hardened criminals after all.

After some deep breaths and time to compose himself Leotian decides the only thing he can do is continue with the competition. "W-well I guess my talent is tracking and wilderness survival, but I don't see how I can show that here. Maybe if there's a bow I can at least show some archery." He goes to the kiosk to see what he can find. He notices Finwa scared stiff "Finwa my friend, if being adorable counts as a talent you win hands down. If not, just pretend nobody else is here take a look in the kiosk for what you're best at, and do what comes naturally. I'm sure yours'll be the best."

"Oh... I almost forgot, some of you are probably wanting information, I'm afraid I was only able to investigate one person. Mr. Murder Monk, as far as I can tell he is exceedingly creepy, and possibly a killer, but not a robot."


Female Cimelocarn

Finwa's eyes are still big and round but when Bryn kneels beside her she takes a breath and looks at him, realizing that she had been gulping air for the last who knew how long. She stops and blinks then hiccups and hiccups again, sounding like a little dog yapping.

The little woman puts her hands over her mouth but the hiccups continue as Charlene talks to her and she nods, understanding what the two mean but not being able to stop the hiccups.

"I guess... *hiccup* I *hiccup* guess I can *hiccup* help others with *hiccup* their acts an ... *hiccup hiccup* dang! *hiccup* I can *hiccup hiccup hiccup* gymnastics *hiccup* parr*hiccup*allel bars."

Her eyes turn to Leoian and she starts to laugh at his comment about her cuteness making her hiccup sound even more amusing as one ear flicks up and the other down. She's not sure whether to embarrassed or amused by the hiccups.


Female Cimelocarn

(Whoops. Meant being adorable instead of cuteness.))


Bryn looks to the lady; "Are you alright? Maybe you need one of these." He seems to produce an apple from behind her ear; "An apple a day keeps the doctor away....of course if you have too many of the cyanide pips...." Then he starts juggling with the apples, whistling a ditty.

"I would scare you....but nothing is as scary as the monks mask... or Alexanders breath." He jokes as the fruity orbs fly high. "However, I'm sure I could take your breath away."

Juggling the apples in high arcs, he catches an apple on the bracer spikes. The third he catches upon a knife quickly drawn. Peeling it in one strip, he wanders amongst the group...."If you throw apple peel over your shoulder it can tell the future."

Stopping before Charlene he plonks the peeled apple upon the tip of her epee. "I'll take up arms for a demonstration."


Female Human

"Talent? That's easy! My talent is SCIENCE! And being a genius, of course. But mainly science," Mattie smirks, adjusting the collar on her lab coat in a 'trying to be professional' manner, before glancing at the other contestents. "Nobody can overcome the power of that! But what to do..." she ponders, tapping her chin whilst deep in thought.


"So you can out science people, Miss Mattie?" Bryn says whilst cartwheeling on his hands and walking upon them. His long dark hair brushing the floor, he frowns trying to make it a smiley face upon his inverted visage.

"We all have some talent inside of us, something we would secretly like to be good at. Usually it's not our occupation. Frequently it's something that we have to practise, not innate perfection." He looks to the camera, as if telling those people at home to practise what they wish they were good at rather than sitting on their bottoms in front of a screen.


Female Cimelocarn

Finwa can't help but gasp when Bryn pulls the apple from behind her ear and the hiccups suddenly stop as she smiles pleasantly, following him along as he juggled and played around. She chuckles as he makes the upside down smiley face then looks to Mattie.

"I didn't think of that but gymnastics should do well for me. I think of science as more than a talent." The little lady took a small hop then walked about on her hands as well, playing the same game as Bryn, making upside down happy faces at him and enjoying herself very much, "So what is your science, Ms. Mattie? I deal with sound and flesh but maybe I will show it later. I want to have fun now."

Finwa was not interested in doing the science which had put her here in the first place. Not right now. Not without going through a bit of fun and joking around. She was extremely intelligent but the thought of what caused death would put her back into a state.


Lost soul

"Thank you, Mr. Silenoz. I accept your offer to be my sparring partner, provided... " She gently removes the apple from the end of her foil. "Provided we use the proper precautions and button the tips. Unless the audience prefers to see blood now?"

"And I must say I am pleased to see everyone chipping in on this. Participation is key to your survival, remember. Ms. Malain, Mr. Mars, Mr. Gorski, Mr. Cunningham, Mr. Tinkerton, Mr., er, Ms. The Hollow, Mr. Velval, you may wish to come up with something swiftly. If you need help, everyone is here for you. Except for the killer robots. They are here to kill you."

She taps away and the kiosk updates.

Kiosk:


  • Aaron Lockley: Rifle drill
  • Alexander Maxerson: Cow Tossing
  • Alina Malain: ?
  • Brynjard 'Ihsahn' Silenoz: Jestering?
  • Cardon Mars the Four: ?
  • Charlene F. Oftenseen: Fencing. Sparring partner: Bryn.
  • Duke Leto Atredies: Bagpipes? Really?
  • Eldon Gorski: ?
  • Finwa: Gymnastics
  • Hamish Cunningham: ?
  • Leoian Mousekewitz: Archery
  • Mattie: 'Science'?
  • Murder Monk: Something 'special'?
  • Prof. Tinkerton: ?
  • The Hollow: ?
  • Velval/Stephano: ? A ventriloquist act, perhaps?

Talent: Being Dead
James Herecea
Ms. Kevorkia
Wowbagger tIP


Male Possibly Xailehcian

The sound of chanting is heard from the twisted cleric. He uses his bizarre ceremonial implement to cut his hand and smear blood across many of the stones and other items he is using to construct....something?

At Charlene's mention of blood, he perks up. "Blood you say? Yes, please do cut yourselves. I could use a little more on this stone and that." He points to some kind of wooden rod covered in blasphemous runes.

"Please, cut each other as much as possible."


Female Cimelocarn

"If only we had a woods like set and you had rubber tipped arrows then I could be your prey, Mr. Mousekewitz. That would show your abilities quite well I think for hunting. I mean, I don't want to get hurt but if I wore a padded suit and helmet it would have been kind of fun to do."

Finwa sticks her tongue out a Bryn, still walking on her hands and laughs until she hears Murder Monk talking about blood. She falls to the ground and looks over that way, "You're not going to do that, right? You'll use the button tips right?"

Her ears plaster down to her skull with worry and she makes a gulp, not wanting to see anyone hurt. Even Murder Monk's self mutilization was making her a bit queezy.


"Oh Mr. Silenoz would you be kind enough to let me use some of your apples? They would make ideal targets for my archery. It's more impressive of course if the apples are shot off of someone's head, but I'll understand if there are no volunteers, for some reason a 3' guy with a longbow pointed at them tends to make people nervous. Well 3'4"

He looks towards Mattie interested in her science talent in his enthusiasm leaving out the Ms. prefix "Oooh Mattie, your talent is science? I'm eager to see what you'll do. Where I come from there isn't much for science... well I guess it's still there but people aren't very good at it. Or maybe my parents just sheltered me in the forest, anyway I think it's cool. He looks towards Finwa his enthusiasm coming down a bit "Oh, is science not fun Finwa? It's all new and exciting to me, I'd like to see your science too, but not if you don't like it. You seem happy doing gymnastics."

He smiles towards Finwa "Wow, that's really nice of you Finwa, but even with blunted arrows, I don't really want to hunt my friend, there's always the off chance you could get hurt. Don't worry about the fencing, we were already told in the first round that we're not allowed dismembering the other prisoners, I suspect the same is true with poking holes in them."


While everyone else was performing their various talents, the Hollow hasn't left the kiosk from the previous round. While nobody was paying it any attention, something seems to have occurred.

There is now an elaborate five-tier cake next to the mysterious being, with no sign of how it got there.

The Hollow starts to move.

IT IS FINISHED... OH, ARE WE DOING SOMETHING ELSE NOW?


"Certainly, we'll use button tips. I have no wish to spill my blood, or anyone elses." Bryn says with a distasteful tone and shake of her head.

Bryn walks towards Leoian and trips over his feet clumsily, going into a forward roll. Perfectly coming too his feet before the fey man, it's obvious that the pratfall was for comedic effect....

"You need an apple?" he reaches softly and non-aggressively to the mans tunic; somehow producing the fruit from thin-air. "But you already had one in your app(le)arel. How app(le)ropriate."

Qadira

"Bloodletting is not a talent! Nor is conning others into the same."

"Otherwise add bedding ladies to my talents."


Male Possibly Xailehcian

"Au contraire, my dear Duke, sweet Finwa, and others. Nothing in life is not gained without blood, sweat, and tears. I only ask for you to donate a small portion of one so that I may display my talent. Simple bloodletting is far from the purpose of my skill."

The evil man chuckles. "Besides, even if we were not all murderers, it has been made clear to us, we are to entertain these masses with our show of bloodthirsty behavior as we ruthlessly choose which of us to die each round." Rekstahl waves a bloody hand to encompass the stadium that surrounds them.

"I will offer a deal then. Whoever is first to assist me will receive my vote for Team Leader. Anyone who follows will remove themselves further from consideration in my eyes as a killer robot. After all, can robots bleed?"


Looking to the Duke, replies:"Oh, Sweet Duke, you do laundry for women?" Bryn jokes; "Hospital corners and all that? They must be very glad for your bedding, gives them some relief."

"So is that your, portion of the talent show? Well it'll boost ratings." He looks to Mittens with a shake of his head. "But you'll find less volunteers than Ms. Oftenseens demonstration."


Hearing Murder Monk's words, Alexander reaches to one of the pieces of brass shrapnel sticking out of his arm and pulls it out. The twisted, sharp scrap now in hand, a steady stream of blood starts to pour from the wound.

"Wow that smarts! But yeah, I sure don't look like a robot, do I?!"


Male Possibly Xailehcian

Rekstahl moves to Alexander's side. Using the bowl spoon side of his ceremonial implement, he catches some of the dripping blood.

"Excellent, Maxerson! You have chosen wisely. Now if I can put that brute strength of yours to use. Some of these stones are fairly heavy. I imagine your talent my be a wonderful display of excessive strength. I would be happy to allow the use of these arcane stones for such a display if you are willing to arrange them to my specifications."


Female Helmet Cat

"Well... actually, my robots are pretty much filled to the brim with blood, or something like it," notes Mittens cheerily. "They could bleed all day! Except then they'd stop working."

Qadira

"So also needed are sweat and tears, human alchemy then."

"Tis a difference twixt bedding ladies and lady's bedding, sir."


Female Cimelocarn

"I ..." She looked at a guard, chewing her lower lip before turning back, "I love my science but it would take too long to set up equipment to recreate my studies."

Spoiler:
If anyone checks records they will find that the murder of Finwa's society was done with a poison created through a chemical science which had taken years to perfect. Finwa's studies were unrelated.

"I'm not sure I want to add my abilities to your talent, Murder Monk. You might get something very strange indeed."

Finwa said as she stood then walked before Leoian, head tilted just a tiny bit with ears cocked curiously. This fey man was only a few inches taller than she which made it easier for her to look directly at him, "Well then I will trust you to shoot apples from my head then."

She looked towards Duke and grinned, "I'm sure you are quite the lady's man. Were you ever considered an owned man or was it all carousing like a tom in heat?" She teases.


Male Possibly Xailehcian

"I almost forgot!"

Murder Monk votes Alexander Maxerson for Team Leader.

Finwa wrote:
"I'm not sure I want to add my abilities to your talent, Murder Monk. You might get something very strange indeed."

The monk smiles. "You misunderstand me. I am no witch who needs to add your 'talent' to my cauldron. I merely need more blood than my small body can provide to help activate the magic needed to show my talent. A few drops of that would be all I need." He taps a crooked finger against his lips. "Perhaps all I need do is wait for dear Leonian to 'miss' an apple. Plenty of Finwa-ian blood would be available then." The smile is not pleasant to see whatsoever.


"Heh, I knew there was something right about ya!" Alexander says, carrying one of the large stones.

Alexander Maxerson votes Murder Monk for Team Leader


Leotian cries out when Bryn reaches for his tunic "HELP, I need an adult!" He blinks at the apple the man produces from thin air and gives a sheepish smile "Oh an apple, thank you sir. Umm sorry folks false alarm I err... misread his intentions."

He smiles widely at Finwa when she offers to hold the apple for him to shoot "You're such a good friend Finwa" He hears Murder Monk talking about him missing and turns to stick his tongue out at him "I don't miss! Get your blood from Maxerson's cow, it has plenty it's not using." He looks back towards Finwa and furrows his brow "All the same, I'll make sure the arrows The Mitts provided are blunt... there are a lot of, shall we say questionable people around, I don't want anyone 'bumping'" He makes quotation marks with his fingers "my elbow when I'm trying to shoot. And some other time you can show me your science, maybe when we're out of this mess..."


Bryn looks at bit sheepish at Leoian's cries; "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." Though the thought of having him shoot at anyone is unnerving.

Walking towards the murder-monk; Bryn looks at the stones. "So doing more of your scrying...? Who have you found is a robot." he fishes unsubtly.


Female Cimelocarn

Finwa smiles at Leoian happy that she has a couple good friends in the group. That could help them all even if it did scare her for the sake of them, "I agree with your sentiments exactly."

She then turns to Murder Monk as Bryn speaks to him and considers what he says to the strange person. If the Cthulu loving, crazy man was using blood to find out who the robots were then it would be to their advantage.

The little lady glances at Leoian then to Bryn and bites down on her lower lip, taking a jab at it, "If this helps scry out a robot then I will give some blood but ..." She looks somewhat worried about what Murder Monk would do but is defiant as well, "On my own terms."


Abandoning the cake, the Hollow drifts over toward the congregation. It faces the monk.

THIS ONE SEES BEYOND THE VEIL

The Hollow votes Murder Monk for Team Leader.


Ice Cream Man

Eldon, having been sitting to the side, has been pondering his talent. What can he do? Beside serve ice cream that is. Finally, he gets up and heads over to the equipment given, pulls out a deck of cards and a folding table, and begins building a house of cards. Failing to get two of them to stand up next to each other, he gives up on that.

Next he pulls out a strange looking oboe, but quickly gives up when it starts creating weird images above him.

Next he pulls out a magic set. Nope.

Finally he pulls out a small cube, divided into squares, and begins manipulating the sides.

"Well, dangit. I just don't have much talent." As he goes through, he continues solving the cube, then rearranging it to solve again.

Eldon votes Charlene Oftenseen as Team Leader.


"Everyone has talent, Mr Gorski. Sometimes it relies upon others to be able to seek out what it is." Bryn watches as the man quickly rearranges the cube ensure all the sides match before randomising it again. Though he decides not to mention the remarkable example of skill.

Capering over to the kiosk he chooses a epee, drawing it from the sheathe it glimmers in the flood-lights. Cutting the air with a whoosh, his random swings show some little skill. As he walks to the piste he passes "Finwa, don't shed blood unless you wish it..."

Looking at Ms Oftenseen he nods; "En garde"

Qadira

The Duke sighs in great relief

"Neither molestation nor innocence are talents either."

Murder monk team leader

Leoian team loser


Female Cimelocarn

Finwa nods to Bryn, accepting his words and trusting him so turns and walks towards a panel, "Leo. I will help you with your shooting once you are set up. I think I will show off a little first." She gives him a wink then touches the panel which makes double bars come up from the floor and includes a matt under it for safety. They are uneven and a normal set for gymnastics.

The little lady then goes into a dressing room then comes out in a form fittin leotard, showing off a curvy humanoid, female body built for speed and acrobatics. The only thing different about her from many humanoids is her short tail which looks like it had been torn off at the end... middle? recently as it was still in healing. She had hid that well before.

She puts some white powder on her hands and feet then jumps up to the first bar, swirls around on it then falls flat onto her back, her tail evidentally being the issue changing the balance she was used to before it had been chopped. She sits up and growls, "Great. Well, might as well do shooting first, Leo"


"What is talent?"

Hamish votez Murder Monk as team leader
Hamish votez Mattie as team loser


Mech Pilot

Before his performance Aaron looks around and settles on his vote for team loser. It would take quite a display of archery to make up for the cat's obvious personal dislike of Leonian, and everything else being equal it couldn't hurt to get on Meowselsworth's good side. He remembered what had happened to James.

After receiving his drill rifle and warming up for a bit, Aaron launches into his routine, sending the rifle spinning and twirling with immaculate precision as he moves around the studio's improvised "parade ground".

Aaron votes Leonian as team loser


Mech Pilot

...and why the hell not. He'd bled for far worse causes in the past and he was somewhat curious to see what this madman who communed with the Things That Should Not Be would cook up; it promised to be quite the show.

Aaron votes Rekstahl the Murder Monk as team leader


Female Cimelocarn

After the votes from Duke and Aaron, Finwa glares at the two as she'd come to like the fey man as a friend. She bit her bottom lip and started trying to figure out how to avoid having her friend taken from the competition, not worried for herself as she'd gotten no votes against her this time. At least not yet. But what to do? She didn't think either Duke or Aaron were robots. Were they? No they didn't seem so to her.

"I vote ..." Finwa sits down on a chair to think this out then looks up at the camera while shaking her head, "I don't know if this will help any but I vote Leo as team leader cause I don't want him to die and I vote Velval for team loser cause that will make two votes for him as well. Sorry Velval but you really give me the creeps."

She hopes that her votes will help but have the idea that some just don't like Leo. She didn't know how to react if Leo, Bryn or Charlene were killed. This was more than she'd expected to handle in this contest.

Finwa votes Leoian Mousekewitz as Team Leader.

Finwa votes Velval as Team Loser.


Bryn goes points the rapier to the floor; then Finwa's form starts to distract Bryn's concentration. As he watches her gymnastic exhibition as it's cut short, much like her tail(?) 'Poor thing! There must be a story behind it. The performance was great for as long as I saw it.' Bryn starts a small clap, hopefully not sounding too sarcastic.

Watching Aarons performance he remembers the keyboardist of his band and the enforced conscription. "So how many terms did you serve? (Before the inevitable betrayal)."


Female Cimelocarn

She turns to look at Bryn and smirks, "Oh I'm going back up there, don't you worry about that! I just need to work out some balance issues for a little bit. It shouldn't take too long for Leo to do his shooting." Finwa winks at Bryn even though she's still concerned about whether Leo would get through this round or not.


"Well hopefully his performance will be good enough, or else you might be injured. And that should keep him from being a loser. I see that he won't be a robot then...unless he's double bluffing." Bryn says slightly worried that the youngster might be injured if Leoian turned out to be a robot. Although her words make him hopeful that he might see more of her performance as well.


Female Cimelocarn

Finwa considered what Bryn was saying, both ears up to catch every nuance and she nodded, "I hope he isn't one either. I don't think he is but this would be a perfect time to show it if he were."

She looked up at him and realized that he seemed to think that she were younger than what she was and it made her chuckle. It was normal for others to think that she was only a youngster due to her size.

But nothing was going on. She had extra energy to spare, needing to get rid of it, and that look as if she were younger made her want to show off. Not to mention that both Charlene and Leo were not reacting.

The little woman walked back over to the mat and put on some strong music done by Bryn, glancing back at him and winking bawdily. She moved about the mat, her toes out as she strode then stopped at the end of it in a corner and began a floor routine to warm up. Let them see that she was a full fledged woman who knew how to move.

Floor Routine

After doing this she went directly to the double bars and pounced them as if she were attacking something, doing her very best to move with as fluid a motion as possible.

Double Bar

But this was not enough and she went right back to the bars to give it her full on with a faster routine. She gave it her all, her little tail keeping a swing that helped her motion.

Double Bar faster

Once done she was breathing hard but smiling, happy that she could do so much and feeling better after having that slight fall earlier. Finwa looked about for a towel, wet with sweat from all that workout.


Encouraged that she was trying again with her performance; Bryn is slightly shocked when she puts on some of his music whilst she starts her magnificent routine. Her skill and elegance pushes any slightly lascivious thoughts from his mind; 'Clearly this puts my cavorting in the shade.'

He starts singing along to the music as her performance rises to a crescendo and she lands upon her feet. He applauds her performance.


Lost soul

More taps and Charlene retires to the Player's Kiosk for a moment, reappearing in full fencing attire. "Mr. Silenoz, if you are ready?" She advances to the strip and settles her mask in place, saluting Mittens and Bryn with her foil while she takes her place at the en garde line.

Kiosk Display:


  • Aaron Lockley: Rifle drill
  • Alexander Maxerson: Cow Tossing
  • Alina Malain: ?
  • Brynjard 'Ihsahn' Silenoz: Jestering?
  • Cardon Mars the Four: ?
  • Charlene F. Oftenseen: Fencing. Sparring partner: Bryn.
  • Duke Leto Atredies: Bagpipes, bedding, BS
  • Eldon Gorski: Rubiks Kube solving
  • Finwa: Gymnastics
  • Hamish Cunningham: Astonishing density
  • Leoian Mousekewitz: Archery
  • Mattie: 'Science'?
  • Murder Monk: Something 'special'?
  • Prof. Tinkerton: ?
  • The Hollow: Cake creation sans thumbs
  • Velval/Stephano: ? A ventriloquist act, perhaps?

Talent: Being Dead
James Herecea
Ms. Kevorkia
Wowbagger tIP

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