HARRIET FRANKS, powerless townsmember. 26 years old.

You're hardly surprised that it's descended into murder and conspiracy. Well you are of course - surprised - but what you mean is that everything that you have a hand in seems to somehow, get quite out of hand, until you find that you haven't anything at all - or - you find yourself in quite an inappropriate situation that no-one could expect or prepare you for and with this terrible expectancy as though you're expected to have any idea of what to do. You're sorry, you're getting all worked up.
But, well, think about that nice Cristopher Sedgeworthy at last night's dinner. One just isn't ever taught what to DO if you should accidentally upset your Rouge Powder into a gentleman's lap just as you ask him to dance. And if he doesn't realise and gets up to lead you to the floor, dripping powder all the way - positively ruining the fine carpets and his neat trousers the poor dear! All the while that dreadful Mrs Eggars making the rudest comments it's so terribly unfair that this should always happen to you!
[i]Oh! You didn't mean to suggest that a bit of spilt make-up and public embarassment is as disastrous as murder!
You've done it again! This is exactly what you were talking about! You were hoping to reach some climax of rhetoric whereby your untapped potentials shone for all to see and the light blossomed upon this dark puzzle - but you've only gone and put yourself to shame. [/i]
Don't get involved Harry old girl, and nothing more will go wrong!

You LIKE Cristopher Sedgeworthy
You HATE Prudence Eggars
CLUE Including Caroline Bianchi, there are 8 ladies and 8 gentlemen present.
WARNING - You may not mention your LIKES, HATES nor CLUES after Day One, nor anywhere other than the forum. On pain of PUBLIC RIDICULE.

You win when - all threat to town is eliminated.

You have the ability to - make a mess out of everything you attempt

Since we're all sharing our role PMs, I'll add mine as well.

DAMIAN HOARLY, Town cop. 59 years old.

Your suit stands out in this crowd, you don't really belong here, you're just pretending. It's an old stage costume, and it looks fine from a distance, but when you get up close you see the coarseness of the fabric and, increasingly in recent days, the thinning patches. Your white gloves are coming apart at the seams and your Silk Cravat has become all frayed where you've been nervously fingering it.
But the most important thing to do is to give the outward appearance of confidence and ease whenever you're in company. And you can do that. You feel better having heard Frances Page's vote of confidence in your ability. It's nice to know that there are those who still appreciate your act - even trust in the worth of hypnotism outside of the stage.
Of course it's never perfect - as young Miss Franks has been so excitedly telling everybody. But it certainly isn't - as she would imply - mere charletanry. You have a great pride in your profession and you have seen your skills put to good effect on numerous occasions. Just because it's unpredictable in it's effectiveness, yes, ineffectiveness as the case may be, a confident smile and a cavalier attitude has never been insufficient to mask the trouble until you have a chance to try again.
Yes. You're starting to feel quite sure of the prospect that you can achieve some good here.

You LIKE Frances Page
You HATE Harriet Franks
CLUE You've noticed fresh skitracks every morning.
WARNING - You may not mention your LIKES, HATES nor CLUES after Day One, nor anywhere other than the forum. On pain of PUBLIC RIDICULE.

You win when - all threat to town is eliminated.

You have the ability to - investigate whether or not a player is BAD or GOOD at night. Target someone and see what happens!

Who did I kill? Was it confirmed that I was the one to kill the 2nd death on the night of the double kill?

INSPECTOR LAWRENCE BIRCH town flavour omni-watcher. 49 years old.

Unfortunatle this isn't at all new to you. You've become hardened against the depravity a desperate man can be capable of, so something as trifling as this is easy to take in your stride. You smile grimly to yourself - you're much more comfortable all of a sudden. In your element as it were eh? You're not a man of society, nor are you a man for skiing. If your Aunt Constance hadn't pressed you into taking a holiday - going so far as to telephone your Chief of Police, and even - gross impertinance! - to have your laundry pressed and packed by her own men (they haven't used Talcum as you'ld have liked them to) - you could be home in York, reading alone, perhaps working solitary, maybe even catching a few blissful moments of private sleep.
But you suppose it wouldn't do to have them all here without anyone to take charge of matters. It's all a matter of course for you. You could do it in your sleep (would that that were true!)

You LIKE Inspector Lawrence Birch.
You HATE Constance Drabble.
WARNING - You may not mention your LIKES, HATES nor CLUES after Day One, nor anywhere other than the forum. On pain of PUBLIC RIDICULE.

You win when - all threat to town is eliminated.

You have the ability to - search ALL PLAYERS' rooms each night, collecting vital evidence.

Oh, and my PM:

GEORGE MARINER, town flavour thief. 24 years old.

You hope that you're not the only one thinking what jolly good fun this all is. You know you really shouldn't be thinking it but dash it all it was getting to be such a ruddy bore - all of the same people, even if they're wearing different faces and names, only one really pretty girl in the bunch and even she doesn't really know how to hold a conversation. Poor Delilah; it must be quite difficult to be a young and helpless woman in times like this.
You must make resolve and do something really worthy! Something to astonish Delilah and make everyone take notice. Something to help catch these criminals.
The awful Inspector seems to want to impose some sort of martial law and make everything go his way. He thinks that he's the only one clever enough to find a clue. Like he's the only one ever to read a detective novel. Do we even know that he's a REAL inspector?
Well any fool can find a clue. Once night has fallen you'll change for bed, take your Camomile tea, but you won't go to sleep! You'll go to do some detecting of your own.

You LIKE Delilah Cattling.
You HATE Inspector Lawrence Birch
CLUE Peter Browning is an ex-military man.
WARNING - You may not mention your LIKES, HATES nor CLUES after Day One, nor anywhere other than the forum. On pain of PUBLIC RIDICULE.

You win when - all threat to town is eliminated.

You have the ability to - target ONE player per night and steal an item of theirs.



I'm going to post my nightly results, too.

NIght 1:

You admire your reflection in a glass. You've dressed for the part in a velvet smoking jacket, and you've slicked your hair back. Actually it looks ruddy silly but there's nothing you can do about it now. No-one will see you anyway, that's the idea.

You slip out of your room and into flubbucket's. Advancing menacingly onto a dressing table you snatch a bottle of Lavender Water and flee gleefully into the night! What a rush! You're quite sure that the bottle may prove enlightening at some point.

Night 2:

Tonight you've gone for a bowler, black jacket and stick. Looks pretty vaudeville. Better lose the stick.

You attempt a swaggering sneak that you rather took a fancy to when you saw it in a melodrama. You slip into the room and head to the wardrobe. There's a jar so you pilfer it and vanish into the night.

When you return to your room you discover it to be a jar of talcum.

Night 3:

You've found an ancient tweed hunting suit stashed at the back of your wardrobe. You can't resist seeing how it looks on you. Looks awfully foreign. And smells rather musty. You'll stand out a mile if anyone's still wandering around.

You can't really help striding into DarkoD13's room. It's the suit. You have a quick glance about but there doesn't seem to be anything of any significance here. You consider having a good rummage but you can't risk someone walking in on you in this outfit so you tramp back to your room and have a bath heated. The suit's smell was ruddy pervasive.

Night 4:

Your travelling cloak adds a deep air of mystery to your ensemble. You feel like a highwayman. You try and use your black silk cravat as a mask but you can't see so you'd better leave it.

You step furtively into the room and approach the bureau. Heavens above! The thing is stuffed with Jewels! You whip them all into the folds of your cloak and make off with them! Huzzah!

NIght 5:

You admire yourself in a dashing four-piece. You really are looking your best.

With the swiftness of a cat you're in and out.

Nothing, blast it all.

Oh. I really thought that stealing redbaron's jewels was a win condition.

Nah, not really.

However, if you think about it, I survived the crazy murderers, got the jewels without anyone noticing, took care of the secret murderer extra boss, and to top it all, had one hell of a time while getting it done. No wonder I won with such a huge point lead.

Pity I didn't get the boobies, though.

FRANCES PAGE, town jailkeeper. 29 years old.

What can you expect from the human race? There really is no limit to their capacity for self destruction.
Well let them! There's not one that you'ld consider worthy of saving. Well maybe old Mrs Eggars - you find her cool, cutting wit most entertaining. Yes she has the right way of looking at the world. But the rest of them are as vapid and impotent as if the whole earth was some cheap watercolour! You would love to see the likes of Rosemary Pollit - the most intelligent thing you've ever heard come from her mouth was when she complimented your 'lovely blonde hair' - love to see her feel the harsh slap of reality! It's the airheads and the complacent that will let the world fall.
So let them fight and ruin one another. As long as you come out alive you don't care who else falls along the way.
You've stumbled upon the keys to the bedrooms. Doubtless someone of your mental prowess can work out something to do with them.

You LIKE Prudence Eggars
You HATE Rosemary Pollit
CLUE The murder was commited at 8:46, just as the clocks were being wound.
WARNING - You may not mention your LIKES, HATES nor CLUES after Day One, nor anywhere other than the forum. On pain of PUBLIC RIDICULE.

You win when - all threat to town is eliminated.

You have the ability to - jail. You know how jailkeepers work.

EDIE DELANEY, town lyncher. 59 years old.

You've had such fun, donning your pearls and Lavender Water and being part of the social scenery once again. They really were a terribly interesting bunch of people, exluding your brother of course, and it's such a shame that this pall had to be cast upon the events which, in lighter circumstances, would have made for marvellous enjoyment and a great dash of the sort of merriment that you rarely get to see in your current position in society.
And now there's all this dreadful talk of murder and revenge. Half of them are still children and can't possibly have the first idea of what a real - a truly real desire for revenge is. If they knew the least about your boorish, ungentlemanly, backhanded, bullying, leering, domineering ogre of a brother - knew how you had been dogged and commanded and upbraided until you were driven half mad! Then they would maybe see where the true monsters were and do something right.
Well it wouldn't surprise you at all if Gabriel had snapped and done poor Bernie in. He's always had such a boistrous temper.
Probably that young Mr Browning would understand. He seems such a cultured man. He would help you convince them.
Indeed perhaps there is a way here that you can rid yourself, and the good world, of your devillish brother evermore...

You LIKE Peter Browning
You HATE Gabriel Delaney
CLUE The murderer's accomplaces are English.
WARNING - You may not mention your LIKES, HATES nor CLUES after Day One, nor anywhere other than the forum. On pain of PUBLIC RIDICULE.

You win when - All threat to town is eliminated, provided that at some point in the game Gabriel Delaney (QuadrAlien) has been lynched while you were voting for him.

You have the ability to - hold a grudge for decades!

oh yeah sorry. When I get home I'll sort you out.

Actually I probably can't do that I shouldn't make promises like that. Sometime this week.

PRUDENCE EGGARS, mafia flavour cop. 81 years old.

For years people have told you that you have a wonderful sense of humour. So few people ever realise that you have never been anything but grimly serious.
And suddenly you have met two minds so like your own that your offhand, undertone comment that "if we were to murder half of our party we three would be very rish women indeed." was met with nothing but patient, understanding engagement. The three of you calmly discussed the matter, in the midsts of that dreadful party, working out the best way of commiting multiple murder and getting away with it! Careful planning and preparation is the way to achieve victory. You don't allow things to upset you or take you by surprise - you think that your drawer illustrates this nicely - rows of neatly starched and pressed Monogrammed Handkerchiefs. As long as you make sure you've got your Handkerchiefs in order nothing else will let you down. Your mother taught you that. You expect she didn't intend for you to make use of her good advice in the context of commiting genocide.
You learned to ski with your late husband. There's a lot that he could have taught this ill-cultured rabble. Constance especially. If that woman had a shred of self-dignity she would stop complaining about her poor health and lording over her massive wealth and enjoy life. Well she's missed her chance at that. If she's going to leave you her riches then she might as well get out of the way as quickly as possible so that you've actually got some time to enjoy them. Mr Eggars would have made her see that. He had a certain patience when dealing with the ignorant that you've never managed to emulate.

You LIKE Delilah Cattling and Rosemary Pollit.
You HATE the rest of them.
CLUE Frances Page was seen in the old servants' closet about the time the murder was estimated to have occured.
WARNING - You may not mention your LIKES, HATES nor CLUES after Day One, nor anywhere other than the forum. On pain of PUBLIC RIDICULE.

You win when - all non-mafia players are dead, or that such an eventuality is assured.

You have the ability to - nightkill. Once pernight you may PM me a TARGET PLAYER and you will go and shoot that player to death.
ALTERNATIVELY you may PM me a target for INVESTIGATION and you will learn something about you target.

PostScript
Rosemary Pollit is DarkoD13 and Delilah Cattling is SirPrimalform.

Posterscript
You're replacing jaccobama. Could you let the players know that I'll be back soon to assemble a votecount out of whatever they've been doing, and they're to start fearing JANUARY DEADLINES for the rest of the game (maybe). thank you!

I did enjoy a bit of the chaos on Day 2 when there was no kill, I felt nicely and deservedly evil for that.

As I am not, in fact, Twilightbard (though was offered his place after my disappearance then death... if you see what I mean), here's mine and Pazzer's.

GABRIEL DELANEY, town lyncher. 57 years old.

You hate the snow. You detest the Swiss. You cannot abide the cuisine. The only reason you agreed to come on this blasted trip was the hopes that you might see your damnable sister break one of her corpulent legs. Ever since you arrived it's been a great strain on your person having to refrain from pushing her out of a window and into that great gulf of bright blackness that the snow provides. Your stolen moments of solace this trip have been brief and few. Those were the interesting debates you've been having with that Inspector Birch, and the brief calm that comes from washing yourself in the Eau de Cologne that brings back such happy memories of your rebellious youth.
Well. You may not have to supress your urges much longer.
If you can somehow get her mixed up in all this bad business, then you may see an end to dear old Edie after all.
She won't get her trotters onto the Delaney fortune, and you can finally sleep easy once more.
The light of hope shines upon you.

You LIKE Inspector Lawrence Birch
You HATE Edie Delaney
CLUE A stick of Red Lipstick was found in Bernie's pocket.
WARNING - You may not mention your LIKES, HATES nor CLUES after Day One, nor anywhere other than the forum. On pain of PUBLIC RIDICULE.

You win when - all threat to town is eliminated, provided that at some point in the game Edie Delaney (flubbucket) was lynched while you were voting for her.

You have the ability to - play the game with good intentions!

Exploding reflector perspn here! heres my role....

CRISTOPHER SEDGEWORTHY, town reflector. 31 years old.

Sweet bones you need a sip of Whiskey. You've been forming a plan involving your bedroom, the lovely Rosemary, the Whiskey decanter and the large, fragile, heavy-looking mirror that hangs by your bed barricading the door. You really don't know how you would pull this off but it seems jolly sensible. If less of the world were like that insufferable Peter Browning, and good men could just be left to their own devices then you would feel so much more at ease. Well, you had best put on a brave face my lad, look like your playing the game and all that. Barricading yourself in your room with your tipple will be your first port of call the moment eyes are off you however.

You LIKE Rosemary Pollit
You HATE Peter Browning
CLUE Caroline Bianchi has a taste for aniseed balls.
WARNING - You may not mention your LIKES, HATES nor CLUES after Day One, nor anywhere other than the forum. On pain of PUBLIC RIDICULE.

You win when - all threat to town is eliminated.

You have the ability to - reflect night actions that target you upon their user. This might work for kills I haven't decided. Don't tell anybody that I haven't decided though! It will probably be random chance. It's not a passive power so tell me if you want to use it each night.

Well, mine is this one:

CONSTANCE DRABBLE, town invalid. 68 years old.

Your heart is constantly fluttering. It's too cruel to inflict such pain onto an old woman. You're quite certain that these murderous gangs are after your Jewels and any moment that you are alone you may be set upon! How awful to feel that your very life is being threatened! It's too, too cruel! You are constantly suffering palpatations and you sometimes find breathing quite difficult. Prudence has been such a strong and dear friend to you, you feel quite sure that without her you would have gone to pieces already. Especially in the face of horrible Mr Damian Hoarly. Intoning such terrible accusations and demanding that everybody DO what they must. Making those who can do nothing feel quite guilty as though inability to prevent a crime is equal to commiting the crime itself! Well there's nothing at all that you can do! Even if your heart was up to it your bad knee prevents you from moving around too much, and your doctor rather insists that you sleep a full night everynight, aided, when necesarry, by your prescribed sleeping tablets.

You LIKE Prudence Eggars
You HATE Damian Hoarly
CLUE Bernie's murderer was female.
WARNING - You may not mention your LIKES, HATES nor CLUES after Day One, nor anywhere other than the forum. On pain of PUBLIC RIDICULE.

You win when - all threat to town is eliminated.

You have the ability to - envision a fantasy world of you own imagining.

I did in fact never try to use the ability since I figured it was just nothing :P

Some elucidations -

Zchinque was Neutral. He had a day kill if there had been no death that night.

He also messed around with Telika's investigations. For balance reasons I added in a random red herring each night . It's a shame that the day kills never happened though. It would have thrilled you all.

Lawrence Birch was secretly "Machismo" or however you put it. He cannot be protected.

Invalid died if her jewels were stolen. I just thought it would be funny.

Anything else that I need to tell you?

It became apparent that Mafia were a little underpowered but whatcan you do?