Player Plot: Friday the 13th, Part II

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Who: CLOSED to those joining the hunt!
When: Friday, July 13th
Where: Camp Ira Lake
What: Event for the Friday the 13th Player Plot! It's time to find and stop the Killer of Ira Lake?!
Warnings/Notes: Mentions of gore, a whole lot of terrible 80's references. Going with a loose tagging order for threads, followed by a tag from the Killer/Bosses/NPCs for each round.




It was an easy ride that morning, and the mood was relatively upbeat. With the weather as nice as it could be for the area, it was almost like they took an early camping trip. Moods turned quiet when they filed into the camp site itself, the distinct laughter and chatter of children gone. The campers were sent home just the previous day, picked up by their parents and told to return the next week if all goes well. Perhaps, in that, it's something of a relief for the group set on hunting down the Killer: No children would find themselves under the blade tonight.

The group then meets the oddly-named counselors who volunteered to stay, all moogles: Mogjon, Mogmarsha, Mogbrian, Mogstacy and Moglucas. A line of fuzzballs, all with an uncharacteristic courage in deciding to stay and help the group learn the lay of the land and perhaps get a head start on their search.

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July 13th, Day [Open Mingle]

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With introductions made and the tour given, the day is yours. With plenty of s’mores, sodas and sandwiches on hand as a token of thanks from the moogle counselors, all hunters have a few hours of daylight to burn before the operation would begin.

There are unfamiliar faces abound. Perhaps there is someone you wish to finally met, or finally confront. Or, maybe you want to get to know these weird moogles before go-time.


[OOC: If you want to speak with a moogle NPC, put their name in your comment header!]

Come bother him

[modelcivilian]

He's been wanting to try out camping for so long, but maybe it wasn't a good idea to make his first experience also a hunt for a killer. That part made him a little anxious; not that he hadn't gotten into fights before, but this was a legit murderer. So what if it was a moogle; there was still a body count...

Shaking his head, he's going to try not to think too hard about it and cook up some s'mores. There's an art to this, right? How close was he supposed to hold the marshmallow to the flames? He leans in, watching it begin to brown, but then, jumps once it ignites. Pulling it back, he blows it out quickly and cringes at the sight of his charcoal mallow... well, at least he can laugh about it.

Join him in the roast?

[promiselisting]

She's. Sitting at the same campfire, far enough away she doesn't feel obligated to Be Social. But close enough she can see that accidental roasting of that poor marshmallow. And she. Can't help herself.

"Nice," she snickers.

Nevermind she's never really roasted marshmallows herself and probably would make the same mistake.

[sassafrisk]

Frisk, meanwhile, is... experimenting with the sacred art of ninjitsu. Which is to say that they're trying to toast marshmallows using their fire jutsu. And failing miserably. "No, see, if you're going to mess up on things like this, you really need to mess up spectacularly. Like so!" Frisk holds up their stick, which is completely ablaze. The marshmallow has burned to ash, and what almost look like kanji are forming out of the smoke.

Mogmarsha

[wheretheresawill]

For everyone

“Go home!”

“You go home, kupo!”

Anyone walking past this argument is treated to the sight of a full-grown young man in a Paladin’s heavy armor, engaged in an intense staredown with a moogle. The fact that Mogila is larger than average for moogles in no way makes this look less ridiculous.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Terra insists. “It’s not safe!”

“That’s why it’s important that I be here, kupo!” Mogila replies. “Someone has to look after you while you’re looking after everyone else, kupo!”

Take Terra’s side? Take Mogila’s side? Point and laugh at the contrast?


For Mogmarsha

When Terra’s back is turned, Mogila sidles over to one of the counselors with a friendly smile. “So, have you been a counselor here for a long time, kupo?”

[chefbayardee]

Terra might recognize Hunk as that weirdo he ran into when they arrived. Or that weirdo who threw himself into an electric fence back in Sparks Golsaucia. But Hunk? He recognizes Terra, for sure. And the Paladin arguing with a tiny little Moogle like this is... more than a little funny. That said, the bickering was doing a number on poor Hunk's nerves.

"He's not gonna be alone, you know. We tend to take care of each other." Even when people do stupid things, as Hunk learned. They don't have to all be friends to still care. "But do you really want to distract him from whatever ends up happening? Someone could get hurt!" Like Terra. Or the moogle. Or a counselor. Or Hunk. The list goes on.

Mogmarsha

[pishirogane]

The counselor Mogila does approach, Mogmarsha, is quite the moogle - at least, if one were to ask Mogjon. Her fur is super fluffed and her small paws neatly trimmed, their fur likely as soft as the rest. When she clasped them both together, there's only the faintest 'pap'.

"I've been a counselor for a few years, kupo! Mogjon and I used to come here ourselves as kids, and it's the only time we can see each other now."

[einspine]

How touching! Two companions dedicated to keeping each other safe! Papyrus clutches his chest as he witnesses this display, while his own Moogle, Moby, just grumbles.

"Yeah, yeah, we get it. You're both bein' self-sacrificing dorks."

This tears Pap's attention away from the duo for a moment, has he shoots his Moogle a look. "HEY! DORKS OR NOT, IT'S CLEAR THAT THEY CARE DEEPLY FOR ONE ANOTHER! THEIR BOND IS UNSHAKABLE! LIKE... A METALLIC TREE PLANTED DEEP INTO THE EARTH AND HELD IN PLACE LIKE MAGNETS. SUPER MAGNETS."

Mogjon

[hatejakku]

OTA!

Finn had never tasted s'mores before. As part of his quest to taste all sorts of new foods now that he had downtime, he had to give it a go. And he really didn't like them. Way too sweet.

So he was chewing on a graham cracker while he walked around the crowd, less to mingle and more to observe. With the counselors and many Moogle volunteers, the killer could even be around them now. Or, worse, another copycat killer.

Finn stopped his circuit to look between the group and line of trees. "Should we really be relaxing right now?" he muttered to himself.

For Mogjon

Finn broke off from the group while the day was still in full swing to find one of the counselors and maybe kinda corner them a little bit. His first stop was a cabin that sure looked like it was an office.

He knocked on the door and tried to look into the window, aware that he was being a little obnoxious, but his new cop job was bringing him to back to the old days of reconnaissance. "S'cuse me? Anyone here? I have some questions."

the open one

[chefbayardee]

It might've been that Hunk was spending the afternoon with Gourmand equipped (heavy armor wasn't exactly comfortable) but his senses just kind of knew that Finn didn't take well to the s'mores. It also could've been that the Paladin was able to see the poor guy switch to just basic graham crackers. It seemed funner to assume the former, and so Hunk moved to approach as soon as the man's footfalls paused. Those words he managed to hear resonated with him, though.

"I'm not relaxing at all." Hunk said with a slightly exhausted deadpan, moving effortlessly into a sigh. "I mean, there's a serial killer. I heard there might be monsters, because of course there are, there's always monsters here." And then he rolls his eyes, before reaching a hand into a bag and pulling out a piece of dried meat and offering it to the man.

"Want some jerky? Homemade. Might like it more than the s'mores." He smirks, trying not to make some kind of joke about it. They're s'mores, what's not to like?!

[sassafrisk]

Also nibbling on graham crackers because they didn't trust themself with fire after the Incident (i.e. trying to use ninjitsu to roast a marshmallow), Frisk bumps into Flynn. At his question, they shrug. "I mean, would it really be any better if we all just sat around thinking about how this nutjob carved through an entire camp like a bloody cleaver through yielding flesh? That's a terrible mental image and I certainly wouldn't want stuff like that running through my head all day while we try to psych ourselves up to fight them. Plus I think that detective chick already has all the bases covered."

Mogjon

[pishirogane]

Mogjon liked to think of himself as a good moogle - or at least, around others he would be good. With neatly trimmed fur and proper attitude to keep people spirits up, he just thinks about meeting his girl later and not about... well, what was really going on. It totally sucked to have this happening at camp.

His flitting around the office was put on paused and he turned at the knocking.

"Come in, kupo!"

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[promiselisting]

So. SO.

She's been favoring Astrologian a lot since she got here, admittedly. And for good reason! It's fairly close to her skillset back home. But. BUT. Naoto and Kanji recently gave her... well, they gave her a thing. And even if she'd (probably) been a little bit too overwhelmed at the time to properly express her appreciation.... she loves it. She really really loves it and she's still so overwhelmed they actually made it for her??? Like holy crap.

So she's playing practicing her control with it. Which. Mainly involves the carbuncle puppet doing the equivalent of agility/parkour training, featuring anybody who happens to be passing by.

Occasionally though, it'll run back to its owner, sitting on a bench in the shade (she hates the heat, boy does she hate anything resembling heat). And she just. Beams at it. Pretty clearly delighted, before giving it a few instructions, pointing, and sending it off again.

[hatejakku]

Seemingly on a trip from Point A to Point B, the carbuncle decides to suddenly use Finn has a ladder. After it pounces off of his head, and Finn stops flailing around, he finally gets a good look at the thing...

And he recognizes it! That's the weird skeleton thing that Naoko was working on!

He watches it bounce all the way back to Futaba, before he smiles and walks over. "Hey! How've you been?"

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[Honestly, they should be working. There's a murderer out there! But, well... if they've got nothing to do but waste time before sundown, even Sparks can't see anything wrong with toasting some marshmallows. He's pretty good at it, and has several going on one stick he's slowly spinning over the fire. All those long nights on the Martian range have given him some niche skills.

Once he's done, he'll hold the stick out for people to take a marshmallow. Gooey on the inside, brown and crispy on the outside - marshmallow perfection.]

What can I say? I got it down to an art.

July 13th, Night | Group A [Hunk/Nagito/Terra/Zelgadis], The Mess Hall

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”Ku ku ku, po po po…”

The faintest echo of warning, but the couple Mogjon and Mogmarsha don’t seem to care. Despite warning and annoyed with the cramped cabin conditions, the two flit away from protection, laughing together all the while with failing to attempt to be sneaky. They’re very overt to the trained ear especially once they enter the Mess Hall. Flitting over the tables, kissing each other’s cheeks before zooming off again, laughing at their lovey-dovey game.

So preoccupied with each other, they miss it again.

”Ku ku ku, po po po…”

The dark shadow descended upon them, a blade only briefly glinting in the darkness had both Moogle counselors gasping.

Mogmarsha’s horrified scream soon rings out.


[OOC: Hunk, Nagito, Terra and Zelgadis, your mission - should you choose to accept - is to protect the Camp Couple. Dramatic screaming, kissing, and trying to protect the other pending.]

[despairing_hope]

Really? Were they not worried at all? It was like a bad movie. Though, it was the sort of movie he didn't like.

"We should just let them die if they want to be a stereotype," and though he said this with an exasperated tone he didn't quite mean it. And as much as he didn't like slasher scenarios he still managed to be calm. Something about it all just made him think of stupid robotic stuffed animals and he couldn't, no matter what, take them fully seriously.

July 13th, Night | Group B [Red/Frisk/Adrien/Futaba], The Cabins

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The Cabins are just as empty as they were during the day’s tour, freshly-made beds and desks laying neat but unoccupied as the sun finally set. For safety purposes, activities had been cancelled and the kiddies had gone home just the day before.

The peppy Mogstacy looks a bit skittish when you arrive. She explains that this whole killer thing is, like, totally a downer. What’s his damage, anyway? What’d they ever do?

”Ku ku ku, po po po…”

Mogstacy flits immediately behind the group. She is so not EVEN gonna deal with this!


[OOC: Red, Frisk, Adrien and Futaba, your mission - should you choose to accept - is to protect the Camp Ditz. The odds are stacked against her…]

[mech_and_mutt]

[There were a great many things Red could say about Mogstacy... but, if nothing else, at least she had the common doggone courtesy to be cautious in the face of something like this.

Even if almost felt a little bit odd with how much time he'd been spending underwater lately, it'd be nice to have one of his fights take place on dry land again- it gave him a chance to try some new elemental attacks on the battlefield... or it might have, were he not surrounded by wooden cabins and timberline. grumble. [•Ice Bullets] it is, again.]

He's got a machete, right? Try not to let 'im get too close.

July 13th, Night | Group C [Kenichi/Roxas/Baiken/Azusa], Outdoor Stage

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”Ku ku ku, po po po…”

Mogbrian can’t be bothered with this ‘Killer Moogle’ story, getting as far as he can from Cabins and the Mess Hall, and settled down on the Outdoor Stage in order to work. Pushing up his thick framed glasses, he continued working away at his very own iMog Slate. He didn’t want to do this lame volunteer job: he had better things to be doing like improving his code for his internship. He can’t be bothered by all the airheads here especially the Other Worlders.

”Ku ku ku, po po po…”

Pausing in his typing, he squinted his eyes, and caught the reflection of what looked like a Blitzball mask and a machete… being wielded by a Moogle?


[OOC: Baiken, Roxas, Kenichi and Azusa, your mission - should you choose to accept - is to protect the Camp Nerd. Physically useless for a fight; mentally, a hurdle...]

[chosennobody]

Well, the good news is that out here in the woods there are plenty of sticks, though finding sticks hasn't seemed to be a challenge for Roxas in a good bit. What use could he be, he wondered, if they had to fight? Regardless of hi usefulness, the nobody felt he had to-- actually wanted to try to help. Funny that the goal here was keeping people alive, when in Ryslig...

His head snapped up from fiddling with a stick, the young man sitting on the stage a bit away from the counselor with his back to the moogle. "What was that?" He asked somewhat quietly as he scanned the surroundings. It was the glint of light off the machete that had him jumping quickly to his feet, holding his half-peeled stick in one hand like a sword.

July 13th, Night | Group D [Reno/Madhuri/Papyrus/Sparks], The Trails

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The Trails seem darker tonight, aided by the new moon in leaving the trees and shrubbery in complete blackness. Armed with flashlights or perhaps a bit of magic, you take to the lone dirt paths leading to the other sections of the camp. This is where you may catch the Killer en route to his next destination. You’re joined by Moglucas, armed with only his sunglasses, a tiny flashlight and spiked-up fur. He’s quiet and serious, or perhaps he’s lost and confused with his inappropriate eyewear.

”Ku ku ku, po po po…”

Moglucas brandishes the flashlight like a weapon. Get ready, dudes…!


[OOC: Reno, Madhuri, Papyrus and Sparks, your mission - should you choose to accept - is to protect the Camp Cool Kid. Beware of one-liners.]

[red_planet_blues]

Am... I supposed to be scared by that?

[Sparks is not spooked. Yet. He looks to the others and really hopes there are no cowards in the bunch. At least he knows Reno should be pretty solid, but the other two he's just met.]

July 13th, Night | Group E [Kanji/Naoto/Finn/Castor/Morgana], ???

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It was risky. They knew it. It would surely be like prodding the hornet’s nest- no, chopping down the hornet’s nest. Where does the Killer hide when it wasn’t Friday the 13th? What manner of creature was he? Surely not an actual moogle, the little guys were pretty passive. Heck, even the counselors seemed kind of silly.

The current theory was that the Killer hid where few would go, because ‘few’ guaranteed that their numbers weren’t great enough to survive the encounter. But ‘few’ was needed to travel undetected and shut the whole thing down for good. Naoto’d been dead set about this, like she always was. People were dead because of this thing, and if they played their cards right, the number wouldn’t grow tonight.

So there they were, a small group moving away from the debateable safety of the trails and the lights of campfires, the glow of electric lamps. Armed with flashlights, they tread steadily away from the “grid” of the camp itself.

“Yo, Morgana… do you have a sharp sense of smell or somethin’? I dunno, to track?” Even Kanji knew when to keep his voice down.


[OOC: Kanji, Naoto, Finn, Castor and Morgana, your mission - whether you’re ready or not - is to find the truth and stop the Killer. Don’t let him catch you unaware.]

[hatejakku]

Finn had some tracking skills under his belt but hunting down a Moogle wasn't in his skill set. Presumably, this one could float around like Valli, so maybe even scent wouldn't work. Not to mention, they had no idea how long it's been since the killer had come this way.

He also wasn't thrilled with the flashlights as they were likely giving away their position, but there was no choice in this inky blackness.

"You guys think we should be recording this or something? Just in case?" he asked below a whisper. Finn was an avid lover of radio silence on a mission, but he also wanted to make sure there was a record in case things went south and someone else had to do their job. After all, they had no contact back with camp except their Slates, which didn't seem like a bright idea suddenly.