I'll admit this up front: Tyki is a complex personality and easy to screw up. If you're thrown off by a choice I've made for his character, let me know through this post so that I can correct it and/or explain the logic behind my decision. All comments are screened - with anonymous on and IP logging off - to encourage criticism, whether it be for OOC behavior, infomoding, inactivity, powergaming, godmoding, etc. I'd like to play Tyki as best I can, so any advice would be lovely.

Icon complaints also accepted here. Yes, I know where the pretty ones are on the Internet, I just like coloring. If it's killing your eyes to look, let me know and I'll fix it.

Note: I do not judge on whether the crit's anonymous. If you've got a point, you've got a point. If you're anon, though, you may want to check back, because likelier than not I'll be asking your opinion on related matters.

You can also use this post to nudge me if I'm lurking off of messengers. Otherwise, I'm available in three ways:

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For now, AIM is the most reliable contact, with e-mail as a close second.

Basically, what the title says! It might be helpful to keep the post pinned in case someone needs to hash out their vote and isn't feeling up to doing it ICly for the day. (Saying "Bob's up to be convinced, anybody want to talk them into voting Sue out?" works.)

Questions and concerns can also be brought up here. If you want to vote ICly, please go here!

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Comments to this post are screened. If you have a question or want to hash something out, please go to this post instead, as the organization post is intended for voting! Comments do not have to be phrased ICly unless you want them to be. The Noah won't reply anyway.

-hmm? [pause] Ah, it's you. What is it? [longer pause] Never mind. Tell me the rest in a few hours. I can't say this thing seems all that relia--

[click]

(ooc: Y-yeah, he did fake a conversation recording so that people - read: Road - would stop calling him on it. |D This is not a reliable way of contacting Tyki, and may instead reach other characters entirely, since he'll, um, generally just leave it on a park bench or something. But you're welcome to try your luck.)

[The recording cuts in mid-tune, being whistled with cheer and quickness. For a few people, it may sound extremely familiar. He pauses. Then Tyki laughs.]

This curse again? Well. There could be worse days for it.

[Yeah, good mood is extremely good.]

[ooc | Doubles / spoilers / horrible things are all kosher, though I may drop tags for sleep in a few hours.]

[Without preamble, there begins to play the most horrible bagpipe music you have ever heard. People who were around for Hobo Day may remember it as a certain ex-SeeD's playing. The recording quality isn’t too sharp either.

As it winds down, there’s a chuckle and a voice.]

Say, any bets on if this guy c’n land a deal? Looks like a lotta people're needin' background music t'day.

(ooc: Where there are rock stars, there are record companies? What, it’s logic! Ignore the bit at the beginning of the video, I have no idea who that guy is.)

It's called the Dolls Game.

At the moment, there are eleven players. We'll call you Dolls to make it simpler. Each day, you vote one of the players out. The point of this is that three of you have been informed that you are not Dolls, but Breakers. The Breakers can kill one Doll per night by voting on which to kill and placing their votes with us. Majority vote - two out of three - wins. In the event of a tie, we'll choose which of you leaves the game or dies. Voting is obligatory. The aim of the Dolls will be to vote out all the Breakers, and the aim of the Breakers to kill the Dolls. Survivors get the prize they asked for.

Of course, since they're at something of a disadvantage, we'll leave clues with each death to make it easier for the Dolls.

The game does have three rules that aren't up for questioning. If you break any, all the current players will die in rather painful ways, which would be a shame. Fortunately, they'll be fairly easy to keep.

1. Anything related to the game can only be discussed over the network.
2. No one outside the game will interfere with it. In short, you can't talk about the game with anyone who's not already playing. After you've been revived from death or otherwise taken out, you're no longer involved. Trying to intervene will count as breaking the rules.
3. Once you've agreed to play, there's no resigning. If you lose your nerve, you can always try to convince the others to vote you out of the game. Or offer yourselves up to a Breaker.

If you have any questions, I suppose you'd better ask them now. If not - this marks the start of the first day. Remember, there are no other rules aside from what I've stated. Do try your best to be convincing.

( ooc: This plot! You can vote or follow along with the links index here, and any OOC discussion goes here. Breakers have been informed of their assignments. If you haven't been informed, you're a Doll. Feel free to treat this as your first discussion post, threadjack in this post and get to know your fellow Dolls! Again, future discussion posts're just... whoever posts first about the game for the day. First vote's tonight for Breakers and Dolls alike - please do this - and the first death should be up tomorrow, with any luck. ... This is the longest OOC note I will ever write. )

... could have woken me up to tell me something useful. I wouldn't count my brother. You're at the back of a closet. What would you know about what he does at night? Never mind, I don't want to know. If this is the best the City can do, they must really be running low on cur -

[ a high, squeaky evil voice is ongoing. whatever it's saying, it has an effect. Tyki's speech takes on a casual, ominous lightness. ]

I'd ask if you think that you could live through having your insides removed, but a practical investigation seems better.

[ pause. pauuuuuse. if your hearing is inhuman, you might hear a large puff of cotton, formerly known as bear stuffing, drifting to the floor. the chatter carries on regardless, though perhaps a little shriller than before. meanwhile, there's the sound of a head thudding gently against the closet door and a sigh. Tyki's tone reverts back to boredom. ]

Spare me. Go interview with the Black Order if you must talk all day. You certainly survive better than most of its members.

From the looks of it, it's some sort of modified gun whose main use is hiding eyeliner. High time it was thrown out, I suppose.

(ooc: If anyone wants to salvage the bazooka from the heap later, it comes with an eyeliner pen jammed through the workings, 'cos Tyki's a jerk.)

Raise your hand, those of you who didn't know or didn't care that someone was holding a grudge against you before they forgave you for it today.

Keep your hand up if the forgiveness actually made some difference to you.

[The first thing shown is a close up of Tyki asleep on the bed, before zooming out to reveal...a large tiger displaying an impressive set of fangs with a yawn. It’s lying down just next to Tyki, and as the Network device is set down on a nearby surface with a bump Road comes into view, somehow managing to carry a gigantic python.

She sets the python down on the ground and with a mischievous look on her face urges it to slither in Tyki’s direction.]

[ It's a pretty deep sleep; Tyki doesn't begin to stir until the python's well on its way towards making Freshly Squeezed Noah. Then, all at once, he starts awake. There's a moment when the snake appears ready to continue regardless.

Then it disappears, and there's an indistinct thump in the background. ]

[There’s a loud shriek as Road jumps onto the bed, landing squarely on his stomach and pounding against his chest with her small fists. ]

I told you not to be mean to Len-Len!

[The tiger chooses that moment to make its presence known by an unsettling growl.]

[ The tiger gets a startled glance before Tyki's distracted by Road's flying attack. ]

Oof!

[ Can't roll away; that'd give the tiger his back. Can't get up; Road is sitting on him. Recovering, Tyki closes his eyes again. This is not a good morning for waking up. ]

I'm sure he's survived worse.

[clearly talking to someone else]

--s'always a good time t'learn new things, but s'gonna be pretty tough t'fish if y'jostle me like that! Won't hurt t'stand back a little, hey? Harder for th'fish t'see ya.

Hm? How'd this thing turn on?

(ooc: For a change of pace. Doubles are fascinating - post-Exorcism especially! - and he'll switch to black for anybody whoever wants it. Assume those threads are privated. Action for anybody in a petstore because... that is where he is. Yes, fishing.

Edit:Ahaha, it is so late that it is early. Crashing! Will pick up threads later.)

list
smokes
fishing hooks
koi
bread
lock
rice
peanut butter
salt
planks of wood
nails
something snakes can't digest (?)
instant ramen

That should be enough.

Road, I have something for you.

Whoa! Gettin' too cold t'stay outside. Good thing they got heatin' in stores~

Ah, yeah - got a girl lookin' for a blender, too. Anybody got one'a those?

(ooc: A warning - if your character mentions their house, he may hit them up for a temporary place to stay. |D)

I wonder. Suppose that you could get something out of dying. What would you die for?

Assume that you don't get the advantage of this place's little trick of bringing you back to life afterwards.

--thing workin'? [the crackling of a network device being shaken] Aha!

Say, anybody still lookin' for a job? Circus's hirin'. Y'mighta seen the ringmaster talk 'bout it a coupla days ago, but they still got places! Got plenty of experience workin' there, so ask if y'wanna know.

Painted faces drift through the church, hushed and smiling, their hands folded together. The clowns seem blind to each other, or maybe it simply doesn't matter that the others exist. Knelt. Standing. It doesn't change them. Each is looking ceilingward, eyes reflecting the strung-up candles and nothing else. Don't look too close - those smiles are sharp.

Stay long enough and you'll feel a tap on your shoulder. If not, you might spot the ark that's wrecked half the far wall - there's even a little ladder for you to climb abroad. Inside, the corridors are creaky and thin. For all the ark's hugeness, no matter what corridor you choose, you'll come to an echoing wooden room.

Where there's a rock. With a sword in it.

And a gentleman suddenly behind you, but hey, who's interested in details?

(ooc: Black and white will both be around in the dream. Wander around and one of them will find you. Clowns are demons, mention it if you want to pull the sword out, otherwise anything should be fine. Treating each thread as separate~)

Really, you'd think that anyone would know better than to flock to this place by now.