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[lazlo falconi]

Congratulations! You've been invited for an all-expenses paid trip to MonkeyCon 2013! When planning the trip, Monkeydog was contacted by the Stansylvania Board of Tourism, who, desperate to get some visitors to their backwards and superstitious country are willing to foot the bill for as many members as want to come.

After getting off the plane at Stansylvania International Air Field, you find a horse-drawn carriage waiting to pick you up. After a few hours travel, you feel as though you are moving back through time. Your phone looses reception, and the towns you pass by seem to consist mostly of stone manors and mud-huts. People here still wear handmade wool clothing. The carriage driver takes you to the town of Nazhold, where the largest castle in all of Stansylvania still stands. You can't help but notice all the townsfolk staring at you as you pass, whispering to each other. You think you hear words like "Poor fool" and "Sacrifice", but what are the odds that these people even know English?

The carriage stops in front of a large castle, looking just like they do in to movies. Rounded turrets popping out of huge walls, arrow slits dotting every surface, and a wide, brackish moat. You look at the carriage driver, who seems to have no intention of crossing the drawbridge, shurg, and grab your belongings to make the walk yourself.

As you reach the entrance to the castle, an imposing-looking butler meets with you to grab your things and show you to your room. He speaks in an accent that is more curious because it doesn't sound European at all, "I must apologize, but most of our staff isn't here yet. For tonight, it will be just me, but fear not, I will make your stay as comfortable as I am able to." He takes you into a long corridor lined with doors on each side, and takes you into your room.

/>Room List
*Stars*......101.........*Xteven*
Empty........102.........Empty
Lazlo........103.........Jody
Empty........104.........Puffin
*Glaciermage*105.......*Hyperlisk*
*Kamau*......106.........Empty
Empty........107.........*Amyethyst*
Monkeydog..108........*BottomGuy*

*Asterisks* denote dead players

The butler wishes you well, and tells you that dinner will be served at 6 PM before he leaves. You speak with everyone, and have a good time catching up and meeting everybody, and six o'clock comes by quickly in all the excitement. Everybody shuffles down to the kitchen, and is greeted by the most horrifying display you've ever seen.

The butler, covered in blood, has a silver knife sticking out of his chest. Next to him, on a large bear-skin rug, you see a note, covered in blood.

/>I am so sorry this happened to you. It appears the werewolf of Stansylvania has come back, and is out for blood. I was able to fight him off, and kill him, but I believe he may have already infected some in your group. I have been infected as well, but before I harm you, I will kill myself. Please, you must do what it takes to stop this werewolf. Help will arrive in seven days, and I fear the worst if another werewolf runs loose on the world. I'm so sorry

After reading the note, you inspect the scene again, and realize, that's no bear rug... It is the carcass of a werewolf. After a bit of discussion, you all run to the front entrance, to find it sealed. There seems to be no way of lowering the drawbridge from here. You're stuck, alone, for seven days...

Good luck.

((CURRENT LOCATION: MAIN ENTRY HALL))
((YOU HAVE UNTIL SUNDAY TO DECIDE IF YOU WANT TO LYNCH SOMEBODY OR NOT))

[Stars]

((Can't decide whether to write in 1st or 3rd person, so I picked one at random. I may switch up if it starts to feel unnatural. I assume we're playing as ourselves.))

Stars flinches away from the ghastly sight of the dead butler. Nothing he'd seen in clinicals had prepared him for something like this. He wants to be impressed by the butler's resolve, but there is just too much blood everywhere. Trying to think of something else to look at, he settles for watching his friends' reactions to what has happened.

[Glaciermage]

Glace has never seen a dead person before. He immediately assumes it's all part of the show.

"Oh ho! I must say you've pulled out all the stops, Monkeydog! I didn't know what to expect, this being my first MonkeyCon, but a week getaway and a "murder mystery"? *wink* The blood and the wolf almost look real! Well, does this mean we are on our own for finding food? I used to work at a Mexican restaurant. I'll see if I can whip something up for us."

Glace rummages through the cupboards, looking for food.

[Xteven Xavier]

"You Crazy Fool monkey," Xteven said laughing immediately taking Stars answer for the actual truth and started Walking to the werewolf Carcass, "You almost had me there for a minute." He leaned down to Examine the Body and as he began to look for the way to get the costume off for 'safe keeping' he then looked Completely flustered. "Hey guys," He looked to the group with fear in his eyes,"This isn't a costume." He then Stuck his finger in the the Werewolfs mouth and licked it.

[Amethyst]

"Wolf-meat for the main course, mayhaps?" Amethyst jests, strolling up to the body.
"Well that won't do; what about those of us who don't eat meat? That certainly wasn't very considerate of the chef..."

But despite her jokes, she doesn't smile. Somberly, she wraps her hand around the Silver Knife and pulls it from the body.

"This is... perhaps something special, capable of killing the beasts? If the butler left it for us, it's best that we not lose it. Does anyone mind if I hang onto it until we need it?"

[Kamau]

Kamau pauses in surprise as he sees the body on the ground. At first, he doesn't know what to think, but Glace's reaction triggers a memory and he rolls his eyes a bit and laughs nervously. "Guys, really? You know, the whole 'fake murder' theme isn't half as fun the second time around..." He still remembered having to stage his death the last time, and if they were playing this game again, well, he had half a mind to go home...

At first, others seem to be amused by the stunt as well, but Kamau couldn't help but watch as Xteven walked up to the body and investigated closer. "What do you mean, it's not a costume? It's got to be a costume," he says, sounding confused. Amethyst followed Xteven foward, coolly pulling the knife out of the body - okay, that blood definitely didn't seem fake...

[lazlo falconi]

Lazlo watched in stunned silence. If anyone was going to panic, it would not be him. He surveyed the crowd and the note. As he read, he murmured "infected", as if that were the only word he cared about. "Do you think this is... Is this really going to happen? I don't even believe in werewolves!"

He watched Amethyst pull the oddly sizzling knife out of the beast, "Will we really need that?"

[Puffin]

"One of us can't really be infected, can we?" Puffin asked uneasily, arms crossed. If this was real, then it was better to take it seriously than to waste time denying it. "I mean, we only just got here... And the werewolf is already dead. Did anyone run into trouble on their way here? And- wait a second, is that knife sizzling?" Puffin walked over to Amethyst to take a closer look at the knife.

[Amethyst]

"Well," Amethyst started, slowly, and not taking her eyes off of the knife, "Let me put it this way...

There are two direct possibilities, right?
One: This is a joke, or play, an act of some kind- though I'll admit a highly elaborate one if we're to consider these things before us constructed...
Two: This is a real, legitimate paranormal crisis.

In the first case, if we assume this is true, then we play out an interesting story... If we assume it's false, then we all chuckle a bit and go on with our lives.
However, in the second case... If it's true, we are aware of a problem and fight for survival, and if we assume it's false,"

She paused, and swallowed,
"Well... Well, I don't think much comes after that for us."

Finally, she broke her gaze from the knife, and turned to face the group, concluding,
"In other words... Logically speaking, we must only act as if what we're seeing before us is completely true. To do anything else would be reckless. And after all, we are trapped here, right...?"

She looked each other person in the eyes as she spoke,
"And personally, I would rather die fighting than live and never have tried at all... Wouldn't you? If it comes down to that I mean."

Finishing her speech, she turned around, and withdrew a handkerchief laid beside one of the places at a table. She wiped the boiling blood the knife, not bothering to comment on it, and wrapped the cloth around the blade in a sort of make-shift sheath, pocketing it.

"If anyone has a problem with that... I don't mind letting it go. But I would rather it not fall into the... paws of whoever has been infected, and I know I'm okay."

[Jody]

Standing close enough to watch the display but still a respectable distance, Jody shudders and ducks behind the nearest MonkeyCon-er. "Oh god, don't touch it, Xteven! You're gonna get it's weird infected werewolf cooties on you! What if it's zombie rules, only with wolf beasts?" Jody reaches out quickly and slaps Xteven's hand away from his mouth. "You are disgusting, how the hell would that help? Have you tasted a werewolf before and have some means of comparison?!"

Frustrated, she steps out from behind her temporary shields. Pacing up and down the dining hall, she grumbles, "This is a fine "Welcome Back". I don't even hang out with you guys lately, so I agree to come catch up and this is what happens..." Throwing over a glare at GlacierMage and his obvious lack of concern, Jody's eyes fall upon a knife rack. "Maybe Amethyst is right. Arming ourselves is a good idea. As for that knife... is it... silver? I mean I know how cliche it is, but werewolves, silver... maybe that's what's causing the reaction?"

Jody steps a bit closer, but only slightly, still shying away from whatever "infection" could be brewing in those carcasses.

[Hyperlisk]

"My first Monkey-con and this is what happens? This sucks. I really don't feel like dying anytime soon... Monkey, please tell me this is a joke," wails Hyperlisk. He couldn't decide if he should believe it or not, as the group still seemed torn on their own decisions. "I guess Amethyst is right, though... We should keep alert..."

[lazlo falconi]

Lazlo watched Amethyst sheath the knife, "So are we going to... you know... try to find the werewolf?"

[Amethyst]

Amethyst tapped her foot idly still staring at the floor in contemplation.

"Well," she thought out loud, "I can't say that we shouldn't but the problem is...

How can we know at this point who might be infected? And if so, if the only potential solution is to just kill them, as our butler friend has just... kindly... demonstrated for us.

Unless somebody wants to be volunteer for the greater good... Much like our passed friend, I do not think that they will willingly disclose to us their identity. And by contrast, they will probably take every possible measure to protect against it..."

She paused and looked to her audience inquisitively,

"So how do we find out...?"

[Xteven Xavier]

(First off I'm glad someone finally noticed that it gave me a good laugh Jody, I'm disappointed everyone else ignored it)

"Jeez Jody, This may be the only opportunity I ever get to taste werewolf, Besides, I needed a sample, You know, Just in case."

"And you, cute chick who I haven't seen before," Xteven said changing his expression while talking to Amethyst, "I completely agree with you on the assholes Hiding their Identity so I guess the only way we know is stay together as a group tonight, After all it's a full moon. But know, if there really is a werewolf amoung our ranks they will transform and probably get a couple of us before we can put them down. So while your deciding if some of us will die by sleeping as a group, I'm Making dinner. But first let me clean up this mess, Laz help me grab this things legs. Kammy Get the left arm, I got the right"

[Glaciermage]

As events unfold, Glace realizes this is really happening. The enormity of the situation hits him and it makes him angry.

"Food? How can you think of food at a time like this? I think I'm gonna be sick." Glace glares at Xteven.

"And you!" Glace points at Amethyst. "Of all the people here, I think I know the least about you. You think you're gonna pocket the only defense we have?"

Glace pauses for a second, thinking about what he just said. "I'm sorry, you two. I don't know what came over me. I never get angry, but this situation sucks. I have a daughter at home. What I wouldn't give to be back with her right now. But that's besides the point. We need to all work together if we are gonna get through this. And Jody's right. If possible, we need to arm ourselves."

[Stars]

Stars finally composes himself enough to open his mouth to speak without worrying about vomiting. "Calm down, Glace. Amethyst is all right." He holds back from saying loud, "Assuming she isn't a werewolf." Audibly he adds, "As for arming ourselves, does anyone else have any silver with them? It's probably a long shot, but we might be able to come up with some kind of back up in case something happens to the knife."

[Kamau]

By this point, Kamau had accepted that the body was, in fact, a dead one and not some elaborate prop set up to stage of the annual MonkeyCon prank. Still, he couldn't help but make a face of disgust as Xteven called for help with the body...but they couldn't just leave the man lying there in his own blood. The arguments began raining in around him as he started walking forward to join Xteven by the body.

"Did everyone else come here by themselves?" he found himself asking, glancing around briefly. "I- I mean, if anyone traveled together to get here, maybe we can...rule people out?" He then paused, realizing how silly the words sounded, but they were already out...and they brought another thought to mind. "It could also help us figure out if more than one person ended up infected..."

Stars' words trickled in, and Kamau found himself thinking hard about them. Silver, did he have anything with him that was silver? "I have my necklace..." He reached up instinctively while speaking to fiddle with it, a habit he had developed ever since he got it, but he quickly realized it wasn't around his neck. "...Oh, right. I tucked it in my suitcase before I got on the plane, so it wouldn't trigger the metal detectors. I could get it, but I- I don't know if it's actually made of real silver though. It was a gift..."

"As for the knife, does it really matter who holds on to it as long as we all know they've got it?" He paused again, another thought crossing his mind. "Maybe... maybe we should all, I dunno, touch it or something? Does silver really have an effect on werewolves...?"

[Glaciermage]

"I've heard that if a werewolf touches silver, it will burn their skin. Not sure if it's true or not. I wouldn't want to force everyone to touch it, but volunteers could. I'll gladly volunteer. "

Glace steps toward Amethyst.

"Also, if a werewolf is the only one holding a weapon, it could greatly decrease our survival chances. I'm not accusing you, Amethyst. I have no reason to accuse anyone. And I'm not saying we should share the weapon. I just would feel better having my own weapon."

[Hyperlisk]

"I'll touch the knife, but how do we know these werewolves are anything like fairy tail werewolves? Has anyone ever heard any true stories of werewolves? I know I haven't. As for silver, everyone should check their pockets. I know older coins are made of silver... Though perhaps not pure..."

[Monkeydog]

Monkeydog finally speaks up after a long time of silence.

"You guys are all crazy. Werewolves? Seriously? Next I'm sure we'll find out this is Dracula's castle. Sure this is the butler's dead body, but this is such a backwards country I'm sure they kill themselves all the time to scare foreigners. I mean, who would want to live here anyways? They all live in mud huts! As for this 'werewolf' carcass that lays before us, it's probably just a bigfoot."

Monkeydog lets out a big sigh.

"Anyways, why would they country pay for us to all come out here just to kill us with Werewolves? I'm sure that wouldn't look good on them. This is probably some wacky reality show, thus why everything was paid for. Let's just hope it's not a Japanese reality show and then maybe we will be required to kill each other."

Monkey laughs, but with a slight amount of fear in it, afraid of what everything the others may be saying is right.