mcmurderer | THE FOOL

THE FOOL

Welcome, Fool! You have been chosen for the role of a JESTER - a third party role. You have been given a hopefully doomed fate, one that offers much promise for your success. During trials, you are tasked with providing the best show for the Queen of Hearts. Your goal is to be wrongfully executed.

A list of rules are as follow:

1. The Fool is absolutely unable to speak or indicate their role of Fool.
2. The Fool will have the backing of the White Rabbit during trial, which will make things more believable.
3. The Fool's vote will always be towards themselves without penalty.
4. For a successful trial, the Fool will immediately exit the game. They will return home with one personalized incentive.
5. However, if they survive the game, they will be penalized greatly.

New top levels will be created in this post for each week the Fool is alive. The White Rabbit will meet with the Fool on Thursday Evenings at 6PM for nice chats. We hope you have fun with your role!

RESERVES + APPLICATIONS + PRIVATE CONVOS + LOCATIONS + IC PROFILES
+ MURDER PROPOSALS + IC RULEBOOK + HOUSING

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[Ivan smiles in return for the laughter as he takes the scissors and dutifully works on removing the leaves from the rose stems. He doesn't really see the humor, himself, but...]

I didn't mean to turn the suspicion on someone who was innocent other than myself...especially considering what he did in retaliation for those votes.

[Poor Max.]

But you're right. That's a good idea. Give me a moment to think of a good way to accomplish that. I have...a couple other ideas, as well.

It can not be helped. With a trial as tense a-as that... the blame would have been anyone's. You must incriminate yourself — some way that is undeniable.

[ The Rabbit simply watches, anxiously twitching his ear. ]

What ideas can I support y-y-you with?

[Ivan pauses in his polite and helpful gardening task to turn the scissors over in his hands.]

I was thinking about what they said about...thinking that someone had broken in, but nobody had any identifiable injuries from the glass. They just misinterpreted the intention of the note of course, but I figure...aside from simply being features on the suspect list once again, maybe if I, ah, hurt myself...

[Just the idea makes him feel a bit ill.]

Make it look like someone fought against me. Like maybe...maybe they were trying to defend themselves from an attack.

[ The Rabbit sits there, thinking of the possibilities. The rock condemned someone else, the evidence not on Ivan's person at all. Here it was a chance to have it be him who wears the evidence. ]

If you require assistance... [ He looks at the scissors grimly. ] I can provide such a thing previous to the ball.

[Ivan breathes a small sigh of relief. He didn't realize exactly how stressed out the idea was making him until the White Rabbit's offer to help. His smile is more genuine now, if tired.]

Thank you. It would probably look more natural, too, coming from someone else. I'd probably mess it up on my own. But still, if it makes you uncomfortable, I don't want to trouble you! You've been so helpful and I'd hate to abuse that.

[He pauses again as he thinks more about it.]

Do you think just on my arms under the sleeves should be enough? I was thinking under my collar, maybe, as well. Maybe bruises there to compliment any other kinds of physical injuries...

I-It is my direct orders from the Queen to assist you. [ He says with a firm nod. ] I h-h-hate to fall into the order, but perhaps a bruise at your bicep and nail scratches — as if someone tried to keep you away?

I think that would be great. It sounds perfect!

[Perfectly terrible but perfect all the same. He's glad he has at least some kind of ally in all this. If Ivan were flying blind, he's sure he wouldn't get nearly as far.]

So, other than that...imitating the Mad Hatter...

[He closes his eyes as he thinks.]

I could try and link my first note to the Hatter's note, make it sound more like that one. Imply that he wrote both of them and both of them came from me, somehow. I'm a little worried that it'll ultimately get pinned on someone else again, though...but I'm sure there has to be a way to narrow down the suspects.

[He shakes his head.]

Sorry, I think I'm forcing the issue too hard. Maybe it's enough to just add false information that will get people to ask questions.

Apologies aren't needed. No no — never needed! A terrible fate and you're taking it like a champion. A true fool of hope!

[ He hums to himself. ]

What trait is the Hatter known for? His M-M-Madness... How is your acting skills, young chap? Is there a bone in your body that allows a grand dramatic force to be birthed? Perhaps if the suspicion lies on you, you're able to feign desperation — actively get riled up when accused.

[A terrible fate, indeed. Really, he's just trying not to think about it. But the question throws him off.]

Acting? Oh, um...I'm...

[He really doesn't look or feel like a very confident actor, but...in desperation? It could work.]

I think I might be able to pull that off! I can get agitated and snap when people question me, give vague answers and act as if...as if I don't understand how anyone could suspect me.

[Really how hard could that one be?]

And maybe I can even contradict myself! Claim that I got my injuries one way and then mix up my story later!

Practice! Come practice on me!

[ He clears his throat. ]

Ivan, your wounds... You said earlier they were from breaking into the Timeshare... but the gate doesn't seem to have prongs that sharp... H-H-How do you explain that?

[A practice skit! This is just what he needs! Ivan stiffens, trying not to let himself to think so hard. It'll be natural if he's at a loss for words, won't it? And in the end, suspicion is what he's aiming for.

So he frowns, his eyes narrowing, and does his best to look indignant. It's a bit of a stiff performance, but this is just his first shot, so maybe he'll get better.]

Is that what I said? Well, I misspoke. It was...I got the bruise from falling while I was trying to break in, you see, and the scratches...I got those from one of the foxes that was protective of its child. There's no way you can say those claws aren't sharp enough to make such a wound!

T-That may be... b-b-but why didn't you mention sooner?! The foxes were able to get to your biceps...? How?

[ Spoiler: the Rabbit is bad at acting. ]

So much is happening, so it didn't come to mind that I'd made a mistake.

[His mouth twitches up in a smile, because this is kind of funny. But he realizes that it shouldn't be, so he tries to roll with it and smiles wider, hoping that this is some sort of madness gaze.]

Twisting my words so much, are you trying to accuse me of something? Me?

THE FOOL

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