#c: ralph middlemas

[masonxmahir]

"Damn, you're smart. I gotta pick your brain for more facts! Can I be the pretty one and you be the genius? I flunked college.. well, no I dropped out, but like same thing if you think about, I just left before they could like fully kick me out." Nodding intently, "I can definitely ask for payment for the free shout out, dunno if it'd be money, but like I'd appreciate a sweet treat in return too, ya know?" Smile taking over again as Ralph said they had indeed looked good, Mason nodded in agreement, "We looks so freakin' good! Dude, you woul rock the heck out of a cowboy look, we gotta get you a hat and boots, also like remind me to teach you about TikTok, yeah? You'd get so many followers it's wild!" He scoffed loudly at what was said next, disbelief lining their face as they shook their head, "Nah, first off, they wouldn't. Second off, is there a thing as too good-lookin'? I mean, we're too hot to handle for sure, but that ain't never a bad thing. We'd make a dragon wanna retire man."

"Hey, when you got Ralphie in your corner, it's smooth sailin' straight to a knockout." This metaphor made no sense, but Ralph offered it up easily all the same. He flashed a wide grin, giving a sharp nod. "Right-o. The Cold War. S'why they build all those damn bunkers, pal," he explained with a degree of gravitas. "You are so right. I dunno if they count as donuts, ya feel me, but Sucré makes those groovy little cream things. They're swell. You should make them pay you on account of the whole commercial I just gave." Humming a little, the vampire bumped shoulders with Mason, pleased for the camaraderie. "We made a couple of primo blonds. I was practically Robert Redford. Hey! Picture me in a hat and a pair of boots. Would I make a swell electric cowboy or what?" He rocked on his heels, doing an easy "Western" pose, which involved just kind of jutting out his hip. "What if the listeners don't want us to be blond and fun, though? What if we're just too darn good-looking, and we gotta reign it in?"

[lunarcovehq]

"Come, Watson, come!" he cried. "The game is afoot." 

WHO DONE IT? - PLOT DROP #3

Welcome players for the game is on! The Lunar Covians who rsvp'd have all received their roles and clues for the evening. But, now it is time to put them into action.

You all have been invited to the billionaire and inventor of the newest steam engine on the market, Mrs. Cara Davers, dinner party for one reason or another. Some of you were brought here under the guise of a social event for the elite, others felt as though they had been threatened to attend and even more believed they were there for a dinner in memory of the late Mr. Davers. But, what is certain upon arrival is that this isn't your typical dinner party...

CALLING ALL PLAYERS

Join us on Saturday over in discord for our Murder Mystery dinner! While the event is mandatory, this IC discord event is optional and is sure to be a bunch of fun. Participation will count as activity for the week as well for those who RSVP'd last week and are active within the discord channel.

We have sent out all of the invitations detailing out your character's persona and clues your character is personally privy to, but if you have not received one yet, please send a message to the main so that we can resend it to you.

The instructions for how the murder mystery dinner will play out will happen in the discord channel step by step, but if you have any questions in the meantime concerning your character's role or clues, feel free to reach out privately to Becca so that we can talk you through it.

Also, please keep your character's clues to yourself for now. The fun part of the game is trying to uncover clues from everyone else as you go.

How you can prepare: Before Saturday, if you can create a new discord tupperbot or temporarily edit the name of your discord tupperbot to reflect the persona your character will be taken on that would be great. There will be some admins examples in the chat shortly. Below is also a list of the attendees that you can review before the dinner party begins.

And last but not least, we hope you have a brew-tiful time!

MRS. CARA DAVER'S DINNER PARTY GUEST LIST:

Your Host, Mrs. Cara Davers - Played by Brielle Rivas

The Hollywood Starlet, Blaze Starlight - Played by Mason Mahir

The Drunk Sea Captain, Captain Richard C. Mahn - Played by Culver Blithe

The Professor, Professor Blake Nightshade - Played by Kui James

The Butler, Ms. Pennington "Penny" Pennyworth - Played by Elif Karadaş

The Heiress, Ms. Milan Marriot - Played by Safiye Yildiz

The Cook, Ms. Ginger Schnapps - Played by Dilan Selvi

The Nurse, Nurse Joy - Played by Jonah Rivas

The Widow, Mistress Ivy Hemlock - Played by Briar Reed

The Cars Salesman, Camry Chevrolet - Played by Ralph Middlemas

The Valet, Addie Valley- Played by Aiyla Baysal

The Maid, Mademoiselle Pain- Played by Ben Anak Bandi

The Social Climber, Carrie Eastwood - Played by Julian Chandler

The Working Wife, Mrs. Goldie Berg - Played by Poppy Hastings

And her Trophy Husband, Mr. Heiss Berg - Played by Aaliyah Rose

The Uninvited Guests:

The Inspector - Played by Sheriff Cavanaugh

The Lighthouse Keeper, Old Mr. Jenkins - Played by Nico Castillo

[masonxmahir]

A shocked gasp escaped from Mason as the pirate approached, "I have heard great a many tales of thee slinging shots, thou shall not take mine treasure!" Grabbing on the bells of their hat, Mason attempted to run away - but really ended up running in a circle coming to halt near him again. He did not break character thank you very much, Squiggles was a part of them now and to depart from oneself was a crime most gruesome. No, Mason simply paused character as they were questioned, "Yeah, dude! It's like real simple too. Just add like doth and thee to things and you'll be speaking the lingo! And end things with -eth, that's some Shakespearean stuff too, or so I think, it's whatever just fun!" Mason said with a smile, "Oh and yonder! That's a good one too. Listen!" With a clearing of their throat, Mason held one hand behind their back and pointed up, "Where didst thee yonder from, where didst thee yonder to, where didst thee cometh from cotton eye-eth Joe." They ended with a little jiggle of dance that made some of the crowd laugh. "See? It's a really hoot." With a wink Mason went back to full Squiggle mode, holding their belly as the jokes hit, "Buck-an-ear! Buck Bullseye, thou do be most comical!"

Ralph laughed. "Well, ahoy there, me hearty. It's, uh, me. Buck Bullseye, scourge of the East River. No one can sling shots like my slingshot can...sling a shot. Jolly Roger? I hardly know 'er." While the vampire was indeed drawing on every Treasure Island-ism he possibly could as part of whatever routine he was doing for the day, he was not actually attempting to mask his natural accent and sounded largely like Blackbeard from Queens. His brow shot up. "Shit. Is that how it works? Can 'doth' just mean whatever the hell ya want it to mean? People have been sayin' it to me all day, and I just go yo ho ho." At the shaking of the bells, though, he grinned. "Did I say the secret word? Ahhh!" He half-screamed like Pee-wee Herman before putting his hands on his hips very valiantly and roguishly. "Yeah, they're all right. Ring-a-ding-ding. But what? You wanna joke? Okay. See here. Uh, I got these at the ye old jewelry booth. You know how much they fuckin' cost me?" He indicated to the clip-on earrings dangling from his ears. "You might think it's a buck-an-ear, but it's actually an arm and a peg-leg. Salesman's swimmin' with the fishes now, capiche? That was like three whole punchlines right there."

[masonxmahir]

It was a little thing sure, really if he spent a solid time he'd like get back to the top, but Ralph's words comforted them great. "Thank you buddy! I'm grateful for ya, really am!" He didn't have siblings but he supposed this is what it would feel like to have someone stick up for them. "Cold War?" Mason questioned but listened intently, "Damnn.. yea okay, Mason also thinks you're cool! I'll send a doughnut your way too! They love that, that's what movies told me," he added that last bit in whisper to Ralph. It was smiles all round as talks turned to nicknames and hair colours, "Okay good! 'Cus I was gonna say, I already got a pretty sweet nickname. But god, yes to that, we definitely had more fun as blondes! Hey Mo, get a poll going, should me and Ralphie go back to blonde? Yay or nay. Might change up regardless, but be nice to get a vote too."

Ralph gave a very serious nod, putting his hands on his hips. "Whoever they are, they sound like a real piece a' work, ya dig it? Got me frosted. Cruisin' for a bruisin', they are. Itchin' for a switching." He did not know why they did not like Skittles, but Mason's displeasure was enough to rile him up into becoming an ally in this new quest. Throwing back his head, then, Ralph gave a laugh. "Pal, I lived through the goddamn Cold War. The feds will get ya. Ain't you ever seen a movie in your entire life? So! For any feds who are listening, Ralphie thinks you're cool and handsome." He threw an arm around Mason's shoulder. "Mo's my favorite," Ralph beamed, happy, really, that his nickname plots were playing out in his favor. He shook his head. "Hey! We can have multiple nicknames, pal. That ain't standing between us, my good-lookin' twin. The hair is, though." A hand came up to play with a lock of Mason's. "We gotta get touched up, I think. Ask the audience if we had more fun as blondes, ya dig it?"

[masonxmahir]

"That's what I'm saying, man!" Mason exclaimed when Ralph showed up, "Who is Skittles and why they tryna harsh my vibe like this!" It really wasn't as big of deal, all he had to do was re-focus back onto the game and he was sure to get a new top score but the initial shock was yet to wear off. "Pffttt what're the feds gonna do? What's that thing again? Something something freedom of speech and all that," he laughed, "So, nah, you're good, 'sides you been to the studio we say some crazy things don't we?" What he heard into the ear piece made them laugh a little and seemingly also nodded to themself before turning attention back to Ralph, "Mo says this ain't nothing and that Sparky suits ya! Consider it a new nickname! Maybe this segment should be on nicknames...whatcha think folks?" But when people around them didn't bat an eyelid in their direction Mason simply shook their head in disappointment, "Oh, but wait though, if you're tryna make Sparky happen...what about Ashley? Am I not Mary Kate anymore?"

Option 1

Ralph leaned over the wooden railing, watching the way the surf lapped at the boards below, looking decidedly melodramatic. He had had his first kiss at the Coney Island Boardwalk, he recalled. Well, maybe it was not the first one, but it had been early one. He wished he remembered their name. Gee. Spinning around from his perch, his daylight ring glittering, Ralph followed Mason's familiar voice, poking his head into a doorway to flash a sideways grin. "Who the fuck is Skittles?" After a beat, Ralphie's eyes widened. "Oh! Oh, sh...oot. Am I on the air and all that? Don't wanna get ya in trouble with the feds for obscenity! They listen to the radio waves, ya feel me?" He put his hands on his hips, giving a shake of his head. "I ain't ever gone by Skittles, nah. Sparky, though, for sure. I'm tryna make Sparky happen. You wanna run back in and ask me if I'm Sparky?"