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She noticed Rod going alone, and hoped he in turn noticed the two staircases curving along the sides of the room.

He had only just learned of how bizarre Cal's parties could get in a recent conversation, and he certainly wasn't expecting things to go this way so quickly. He had watched the body get moved to the floor, and start its rapid decay, and simply didn't know how to react.

Finally, he turned to look at the balcony she had been hanging near. Rod hadn't noticed any party-goers up there before the lights went out, but that doesn't mean it had been empty. The group he had been chatting with had, unfortunately, moved on without him while he had stood processing the apparent murder.

Rod started looking for a way up to the balcony, alone.

Sapphire hesitantly waved at The Musician and The Ghast. "The White Wolf said that you all were going to go exploring, and he invited me along. Is that okay, or am I interrupting something?"

The Musician leaned in as well, and shook her head gently to set bells and chimes singing. Inside the bubble created by their protective noise, she answered Garnet's questions.

"I received a few hints with my invitation," she said. "Which are now spent. The first was regarding costuming, the second was to 'seek the Woman Who Watches', and the third was to find friends. Because apparently our dear departed Hostess believes me to be Twilight Sparkle, or some such. As far as I know, the message was merely a status update, and perhaps a warning that- well, that was going to happen soon."

They looked around and made sure nobody could overhear. When they were sure, they leant in and whispered, "What did your message mean, and why was the cipher for your message Woman Who Watches?"

1. It's a pretty cool hobby, and I especially love DXing (contacting folks outside your country) and SOTA (Summits on the Air). Despite being obscure, ham radio is very much alive.
   
   2. Have fun with it!
   
   3. Rather smart of you. Please do explain, I'm interested!
   
   4 (sentence by sentence reactions):
   a. Smart.
   b. That's a true thing. Entire stories can become wish fulfillments if the author isn't too careful.
   c. That is very very very very very very very true. And part of the reason why I've become a bit screwed up in the head as of late.
   d. I kind of do that too. The fact that we get wrapped up in our characters period sorta ties into the human want to be part of something special.
   e. It's even more obvious when the entire moral system is based around the characters. Then you've got something similar to an Ideology Sue.
   
   5. Oh huh! Never thought of it that way. I guess a good way to end a mission so that people don't get quite as mad would be something like adding a little list of the bad traits, then saying "however" and adding a little list of the good traits. By putting the good traits last, people will leave in a better mood than they would if you put the bad traits last. I also had the idea once to make up my own badfic for a PPC-ish story - may have to reassess whether or not I actually want to write that webcomic about two characters who do something similar to the PPC but aren't part of it.
   
   -Twistey
   

"Although I will probably not be terribly helpful. I was expecting a party, not a murder!"

"The White Wolf and I had been planning on seeing if we could gain a few extra allies, and start exploring this place. You could come along, if you wanted." They paused, then added, "Although, I do have a few questions for you, if you don't mind answering them."

In fact, I should have waited before making the Plort Wiki edits in the first place! Heh.

1. Ah... that's interesting. Anything else I might want to look at about this person?

2. Eh, well, less like god worshiping and more like just an obsession. But it can seem that way if one keeps running into it when trying to search up seemingly unrelated subjects. (Wait, I think I remember encountering an article on this...) Either that or I was kinda high-fantasy-ifying the thing. I do not clearly recall my motives at the time, aside from the fact that the "multiple versions same mind" thing probably stemmed from my personal portrayal of the guy in my depictions of the fandom multiverse (e.g. there's the ghost of the real guy, then there's sort of a shared entity for all the WWII historical fiction that he is not directly involved in, then all the different other depictions in the weird historical fiction that he is directly involved in, and then there's the OOC ones which are too OOC to actually be the same entity). Which in turn stemmed from the abilities and forms of a substitute character I created a while ago, which stemmed from a (now ditched) series of games that stemmed from my own personal strife. But anyway, back on topic. (And nyah! }:P)

2b. Stuff is a weird word... *gets increasingly confused about why the word stuff even exists* Oh, whoops. Back on topic.

3. Rabbit hole, eh? We're all mad here! ;P

4. The next step for me is probably convincing myself that I'm not doomed to failure. Haha!

-Twistey
Here's the article I mentioned! https://www.theguardian.com/books/2015/feb/06/why-obsessed-nazis-third-reich

[Timeskip to after his boggling at Scape]

... turned to the Djenni and composed his expression into one of mild bewilderment. "Naught but that which I have the right to do. It was clear to me that the voice of Spelin had spoken through her; as a devout follower of Spelin Tam-Ara, it was my duty to support Her chosen mouthpiece." He turned to face the great map, where a feline face could still be seen carved over the Twin Temples. "The Grey Lady would have expected no less."

((I'm pretty sure we've just colluded in purloining for you a section of what used to be Barony Juliette, before July's brief restoration. Welp, that's the price of not showing up to meetings! ^_~ hS))

Welcome to our corner of crazy! Have a Cryptography book - I get the feeling you like ciphers and codes, and I do too, so this makes a good change from my usual gift of dice.

The Djenni gave a slow blink, a sign of trust in the animal kingdom. "And indeed, it has been too long since our arts were joined in the raising of great works in this land. Let it be so: let our borders meet along the River Jid'ryv from Goch't to Flayme, and its tributary Jid'auks from there to the Larninkurvs. At Flayme we shall meet, and there we shall endeavor in July's memory."

It was about this time that Ye Scape-Grace burst in with her entourage. The fox rose to her feet in Neshomeh's chair, ears pricked and tail lashing, and then turned back to the Baron. "Huinesoron, what did you do?"

...if one were close enough, one could see a grin. This was, of course, the grin of the Hostess, who was of course not currently dead. She was grinning and occasionally cackling like mad (which she probably was) at the party she had orchestrated.

"Tip go the dominoes," she sang, making a flicking motion.

Then she scowled. The Crimson Woman had a secret and it was proving frustratingly elusive. Was this to be the balance for her nigh-omniscience of the Party?

((By the way, for those of you not in voip yesterday: if you brought any weapons or magical doodads, DM me and let me know. If you would like to have brought some, do the same thing. As of right now, I've yet to veto a single thing, though I have had to renegotiate one. And we are assuming that you know your way around whatever weapon or magic you bring.))

The discussion on the first subject of the agenda is closed.

By votes of four to zero, Protector Tomash of Ozerbord and the Mords of the Diskord were invited to join the barons in the Council of Plort.

Since there is a tie between two pro-votes and two contra-votes, no decision could be made concerning the representation of the Riding of Sittorese by its Beytahs.

Although three barons support the idea of having some sort of representation of the Commonwealth of Wechi that would be independent of the resident baron, and only one baron spoke against it, the barons’ actual intentions were left unclear. By not objecting to Sir Hieronymus speaking for all denizens of Wechi, Baron Neshomeh – who obviously is a denizen of Wechi – may have changed her mind from "invite the archivists" (apparently intending to give one vote to each archivist) to "let all denizens of Wechi have one collective vote". Either way, she would not be in agreement with Baron Huinesoron, who specified that "the archivists" should get one collective vote. Sar Iximaz’s "no objections to adding more voices to the council" is factually an abstain, since it might support whatever form of expanding the council the other barons decide to fit best, but there is no favored position. Thus, no actual decision could be made.

Protector Tomash and the attendant Mords of the Confederation of Diskord are asked to voice their opinions on the other subjects of the agenda now, so that votes can be counted and decisions can be made.

((Sorry about that, hS. Since I can’t tweak it to invite the Beytahs, I don’t want to tweak it to invite the archivists. Maybe we can try again next year.

The rest of the agenda is still open for discussion. Especially the matter of the border between baronies Huinesoron and Neshomeh may need some outsider input in favor of one position or another. Personally, I think that Neshomeh and Huinesoron are both great Riders of Sittorese and neither of them should be held off the Riding, but I don’t feel like a knight of Wechi and archivist’s apprentice should be the person who pushes Baron Neshomeh in this direction. He has already been rebellious enough for one council.

HG))

She looked at Cal. "She'll come back pretty soon, I'm guessing. I mean, she wouldn't kill someone--particularly not herself--off for good, you know?" She glanced around the room, then lowered her voice to a near-whisper. "It's only an RP, after all. She's fine." She hoped she was allowed to get that meta in this particular RP. After all, Cal could kill her off in the short term, and that might ruin her dress.

Furthermore, it might endanger her secret.

He took his eyes off the body and looked sidelong at the disguised figure he had definitely not immediately recognised on sight as Alleb. 'What is even that distinctive about me?!' he openly wondered, distraught both about the death of a good friend and also at his terrible talent in disguise.

'Begh, nice to see you anyway!' he said, grinning. And the grin instantly fell apart when he remembered the corpse that was in front of them. 'Er, considering the circumstances.' His grin was in a state of flux, forming and reforming, appearing and unappearing. It was having a hard time. Murder did that.

She tugged at the skirt, smoothed out a few wrinkles. "Thanks. Decided against a waistcoat, I see?"

'I didn't know you got invited.' He blinked, looked closer at the body. The mood of the party seemed somewhat dampened. He hoped flies wouldn't start appearing. 'I like your dress.'

She paused beside Mister Turkey, looking over at Cal's body. "I totally called this," she said. "I knew someone would end up dead; just knew it. I didn't expect it to be Cal herself, though." For the third time, she sipped her cider by reflex and began coughing immediately.

((Whoops, moving this up the thread!))

It was a poke he would have recognised anywhere. He would have known it without sight, in a totally pitch black room, no way of visibly perceiving anything at all. It was Cal's poke, and it was very fitting that he would have known it in a pitch black room because the room turned pitch black the very second he turned to respond. And then she was gone. And then there was a commotion. And then Mister Turkey wandered over with a raised eyebrow and looked at the source of the commotion, which was Cal. Except not the poking Cal he was so familiar with - this was a completely new Cal, nicknamed (for lack of any better suggestions) 'dead and mysteriously decaying Cal.'

'Cal!' Mister Turkey howled, placing his hands to his face. He looked frenetically about himself. 'Is anybody else seeing this?! She's dead! Cal!' He pointed. 'She's bloody dead!! Is anybody else seeing this?!' He ran his hands down his face, not entirely sure of what to say next. 'I really liked her, you know! She was really nice! She got us a party and everything!' He blinked twice. 'Is anyone else seeing this?!'

Such a sweet thing to read...

A TARDIS got a pretty interesting view on hhow things go in the universe... We need more scenes like that. And some way to have her talk someday.

Not really sure what else I could say. It's a good feelings lude, and does feel like the way a sentient time machine could think.

Hi there! Welcome to the PPC. For your newbie gift, have a replica of the ressurection stone.

And if I read some news right, they're also suggesting the Three were created with some influence from Sauron... When the fact Celebrimbor had crafted alone on Sauron's back was the entire point. Who the heck is in charrge for the lore on these games?

"What should be done now? I'm... not entirely sure I'm comfortable without people watching my back."