"Mafia XXIII", 20th Jun 2012, 12:02 AM #1
PLAYERS
ROLES
NOTE: Not all roles will be revealed. Some will be hidden until death or the end of the game.

Detective's Protege: Jackson's "apprentice", so-to-speak, they can check one person's alignment every night.
Undercover Agent: An undercover FBI agent and Jackson's former contact. They can use their training to protect someone every night.
Bombshell: Gorgeous and seductive, they can seduce one player to become their lover. If one of them dies, both die.

Rogue Hitman: A reformed Mafioso, they can target one person to kill per night with a 25% chance of success.

Secret~
RULES

Day 1
Sixteen people stand on the street talking amongst themselves quietly. There's a strained atmosphere in the air, and several of them glance around occasionally. The silence is only broken at the sound of doors opening, and the talking stops as everyone turns to face doors of the hotel. Standing before the door is a suited woman and a floating fennec fox.
"Thank you all for coming," the fennec fox says, touching down on the ground.
"We've been outside for forty minutes," Meed complains.
"Yeah, yeah, save your complaints for later," the woman says briskly. "My name Lee V., and this is my partner, Nightsky. We're with the FBI and are here to investigate the murder of Detective Dick Jackson." There's a small chorus of gasps and murmuring among the gathered people as the two flash their badges.

"If it's a murder, you should leave it to the local police force," Sabrini says, frowning. "There's no need for the FBI to get involved."
"Actually, there is," Nightsky says darkly. "You see, he actually managed to kill his killer. The body has been identified as a woman by the name of Scarlett Fontaine. She's better known by the name 'Lady Fatale', a top-notch Mafia hitman."
"Mafia hitman?" Frosty speaks up, his eyes wide. "Are you saying there was a contract put out on Jackson!?"
"Yes," Lee says, nodding her head. "We called him to help investigate some leads. Unfortunately, it turns out we were right. There are still two others here."
"I don't like where this is going," Chaz mutters.
"You better not," Nightsky says briskly, frowning. "Jackson's notes were still at the scene of the crime, though they weren't totally legible. Anyways, using them, we've narrowed it down to seventeen suspects—namely, you."
"Seventeen?" Sleepy asks, frowning as he looks around. "There's only sixteen people here."
"Yeah, we spent the past forty minutes looking for the other one," Lee explains. "Her name's Stella. She's the hotel's maid. However, she's vanished without a trace. Not even a photo remains of her. Keep an eye out for her, got it?" The group nods in silence.
"So, I assume you're going to launch an in-depth investigation on everyone's backgrounds and interrogate us," Kojiru says off-handedly. Lee and Nightsky glance at each other.
"Normally, yes," Nightsky says slowly, "But, uh, there's been a budget cut… So, yeah, well… We can't spend money on the usual investigative procedures. Here's how it'll work instead: You're all going to be holed up in the hotel on the first floor. During the day, you'll vote for one person, and they'll be killed. We'll do this until the Mafia is found."

"Wait, what?" Frosty asks, blinking. "Uh, how the hell did you get approval for THAT?"
"Boss's orders," Lee says, shrugging. "Anyways, the bellboy's one of the suspects so he'll take your luggage to your rooms."
"Oh god," Sprite mutters, cringing.
"So we'll be holed up in the hotel, waiting to be killed off?" Claptrap asks, frowning. "Sounds fun."
"Actually, you're free to roam the block during the day," Nightsky interjects. "We've evacuated this block of the city and sectioned it off. No one can get in, and no one can get out. So the bakery, library, general store and nightclub are still open for business."
"Wait, your budget's too small to do background checks but you still have enough money to section off part of the city, including a major hotel and super-popular nightclub?" Nekosuave asks in disbelief. Nightsky frowns, her eyes narrowing. Within seconds, she's suddenly in front of Nekosuave, glaring at the Bulbasaur with red-violet eyes.
"Are you questioning our authority?" she asks, her mouth opening to reveal a full set of pointed, gleaming white teeth. The Bulbasaur shrinks back and shakes her head.
"N-no, of course not," she says. Nightsky nods and turns, gliding back to Lee's side.
"We'll be in the penthouse until sunset," Lee continues. "At that time, everyone will meet in the lobby and you'll have to tell us who you're killing. Got it?" Everyone nods, and Lee turns and walk inside the hotel. Nightsky lingers behind, turning to look over her shoulder.
"Don't even try to leave this city block," she says, her eyes glowing faintly in the shadows created by the awning. "We have agents stationed with orders to shoot on sight." She turns and passes through the doors, leaving the group to decide amongst themselves who will die.
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Well, get to voting, everyone! PMs with roles will be sent within the next few minutes.
1. Magravan - Lounge Piano Player
2.Meed - Ex-Soldier Turned Reclusive Author
3.Frosty - Obsessed Cop with a One-Track Mind - LYNCHED. Detective's Lover.
4.
5.Sabrini Fur - Jaded Cop - LYNCHED. Normal resident.
6.
7. KoriCongo - Bartender
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9.Paul Steezy - Boxer - LYNCHED. Bombshell.
10. Kojiru - Mechanic - MISSING. Current status unknown.
11.Antihero - Drunk Fisherman - KILLED BY MAFIA. Normal resident.
12.NekoSuave - Lounge Singer - KILLED BY MAFIA. Heiress.
13.MuffinMan - Baker - LYNCHED. Detective's Protege.
14.rokulily - Actress - LYNCHED. Normal resident.
15.Broken CL4P-TP - Lounge Waiter - KILLED BY MAFIA. Heir's Bodyguard.
16.
17. Sprite - Bellboy
18.MatthewJA - Back-Alley Librarian - KILLED BY MAFIA. Normal resident.
19. Chaz GELF - Shopkeeper
20.Sleepy - Reporter - LYNCHED. Mafia Princess.
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7. KoriCongo - Bartender
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10. Kojiru - Mechanic - MISSING. Current status unknown.
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16.
17. Sprite - Bellboy
18.
19. Chaz GELF - Shopkeeper
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ROLES
NOTE: Not all roles will be revealed. Some will be hidden until death or the end of the game.

Detective's Protege: Jackson's "apprentice", so-to-speak, they can check one person's alignment every night.
Undercover Agent: An undercover FBI agent and Jackson's former contact. They can use their training to protect someone every night.
Bombshell: Gorgeous and seductive, they can seduce one player to become their lover. If one of them dies, both die.

Rogue Hitman: A reformed Mafioso, they can target one person to kill per night with a 25% chance of success.

Secret~
RULES
1. Role-revealing is forbidden.
2. PMs are allowed, but a copy must be sent to one of the hosts (us).
3. Don't sass the agents. We've got a gun and a shape-shifting demon. We're not to be trifled with.
2. PMs are allowed, but a copy must be sent to one of the hosts (us).
3. Don't sass the agents. We've got a gun and a shape-shifting demon. We're not to be trifled with.

Day 1
Sixteen people stand on the street talking amongst themselves quietly. There's a strained atmosphere in the air, and several of them glance around occasionally. The silence is only broken at the sound of doors opening, and the talking stops as everyone turns to face doors of the hotel. Standing before the door is a suited woman and a floating fennec fox.
"Thank you all for coming," the fennec fox says, touching down on the ground.
"We've been outside for forty minutes," Meed complains.
"Yeah, yeah, save your complaints for later," the woman says briskly. "My name Lee V., and this is my partner, Nightsky. We're with the FBI and are here to investigate the murder of Detective Dick Jackson." There's a small chorus of gasps and murmuring among the gathered people as the two flash their badges.

"If it's a murder, you should leave it to the local police force," Sabrini says, frowning. "There's no need for the FBI to get involved."
"Actually, there is," Nightsky says darkly. "You see, he actually managed to kill his killer. The body has been identified as a woman by the name of Scarlett Fontaine. She's better known by the name 'Lady Fatale', a top-notch Mafia hitman."
"Mafia hitman?" Frosty speaks up, his eyes wide. "Are you saying there was a contract put out on Jackson!?"
"Yes," Lee says, nodding her head. "We called him to help investigate some leads. Unfortunately, it turns out we were right. There are still two others here."
"I don't like where this is going," Chaz mutters.
"You better not," Nightsky says briskly, frowning. "Jackson's notes were still at the scene of the crime, though they weren't totally legible. Anyways, using them, we've narrowed it down to seventeen suspects—namely, you."
"Seventeen?" Sleepy asks, frowning as he looks around. "There's only sixteen people here."
"Yeah, we spent the past forty minutes looking for the other one," Lee explains. "Her name's Stella. She's the hotel's maid. However, she's vanished without a trace. Not even a photo remains of her. Keep an eye out for her, got it?" The group nods in silence.
"So, I assume you're going to launch an in-depth investigation on everyone's backgrounds and interrogate us," Kojiru says off-handedly. Lee and Nightsky glance at each other.
"Normally, yes," Nightsky says slowly, "But, uh, there's been a budget cut… So, yeah, well… We can't spend money on the usual investigative procedures. Here's how it'll work instead: You're all going to be holed up in the hotel on the first floor. During the day, you'll vote for one person, and they'll be killed. We'll do this until the Mafia is found."

"Wait, what?" Frosty asks, blinking. "Uh, how the hell did you get approval for THAT?"
"Boss's orders," Lee says, shrugging. "Anyways, the bellboy's one of the suspects so he'll take your luggage to your rooms."
"Oh god," Sprite mutters, cringing.
"So we'll be holed up in the hotel, waiting to be killed off?" Claptrap asks, frowning. "Sounds fun."
"Actually, you're free to roam the block during the day," Nightsky interjects. "We've evacuated this block of the city and sectioned it off. No one can get in, and no one can get out. So the bakery, library, general store and nightclub are still open for business."
"Wait, your budget's too small to do background checks but you still have enough money to section off part of the city, including a major hotel and super-popular nightclub?" Nekosuave asks in disbelief. Nightsky frowns, her eyes narrowing. Within seconds, she's suddenly in front of Nekosuave, glaring at the Bulbasaur with red-violet eyes.
"Are you questioning our authority?" she asks, her mouth opening to reveal a full set of pointed, gleaming white teeth. The Bulbasaur shrinks back and shakes her head.
"N-no, of course not," she says. Nightsky nods and turns, gliding back to Lee's side.
"We'll be in the penthouse until sunset," Lee continues. "At that time, everyone will meet in the lobby and you'll have to tell us who you're killing. Got it?" Everyone nods, and Lee turns and walk inside the hotel. Nightsky lingers behind, turning to look over her shoulder.
"Don't even try to leave this city block," she says, her eyes glowing faintly in the shadows created by the awning. "We have agents stationed with orders to shoot on sight." She turns and passes through the doors, leaving the group to decide amongst themselves who will die.
=======
Well, get to voting, everyone! PMs with roles will be sent within the next few minutes.
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