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TPP RPG
Oct 22, 2006 13:11:28 GMT -5
Post by Spymaster E on Oct 22, 2006 13:11:28 GMT -5
This is an RPG based on The Penultimate Peril. We will need quite a few characters for this. If one has been done already, I appologise.
Violet-Orphansrgreat Klaus-Orwell Sunny-Strider Kit- Frank or Ernest- Dewey-James (me) Olaf-Jenny Esme-Hannah Carmelita-Jenny (?) Hugo- Collette- Kevin- Mr. Poe- Mysterious Taxi Driver- Man with a beard but no hair- Woman with hair but no beard- Hotel Denoument Clock-
All right, everyone, time to volunteer.
EDIT: I've picked Dewey.
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Post by Strider on Mar 7, 2007 5:46:01 GMT -5
I've bagsied Sunny!
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TPP RPG
Mar 9, 2007 15:08:50 GMT -5
Post by Hanna Squalor on Mar 9, 2007 15:08:50 GMT -5
Esme, please.
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TPP RPG
Mar 20, 2007 15:28:30 GMT -5
Post by orphansrgreat on Mar 20, 2007 15:28:30 GMT -5
Violet?
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TPP RPG
May 25, 2007 16:47:41 GMT -5
Post by Spymaster E on May 25, 2007 16:47:41 GMT -5
Okay now, we have:
Sunny: Strider Violet: Orphansrgreat Esme: Hannah
Waiting for more volunteers....
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TPP RPG
May 25, 2007 17:01:54 GMT -5
Post by Jenny on May 25, 2007 17:01:54 GMT -5
Olaf? pleasethankyou. Will also take Carmelita if that helps.
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TPP RPG
May 25, 2007 17:07:06 GMT -5
Post by Spymaster E on May 25, 2007 17:07:06 GMT -5
Okay, you can take Olaf and Carmelita if that helps. We'll have to alter it so you don't multi-post when they talk to each other.
I'll be Dewey.
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TPP RPG
May 25, 2007 19:47:31 GMT -5
Post by Hanna Squalor on May 25, 2007 19:47:31 GMT -5
This was kind of dead.... Post if you want everyone to start posting.
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TPP RPG
May 27, 2007 13:33:38 GMT -5
Post by Jenny on May 27, 2007 13:33:38 GMT -5
Don't worry about the multiple posting thing. I do it pretty much all the time.
And yeah, James you cans start us off when you're ready.
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TPP RPG
May 27, 2007 13:36:44 GMT -5
Post by orwell84 on May 27, 2007 13:36:44 GMT -5
May I be Klaus?
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TPP RPG
May 27, 2007 13:42:59 GMT -5
Post by Spymaster E on May 27, 2007 13:42:59 GMT -5
I'm ready.
The BAudelaires had climbed into the car, with the mysterious Kit Snicket, the second of three elusive--and now dead--siblings. They sped along the road to the Hotel Denoument, hundres of questions popping around in their heads. They had been about to ask "WHo are you?", "Where are we going", or "Watnow?" (AKA Sunny's way of asking, "What do we do now?") when Kit turned around and told them the answer to their most mysterious question, "How did you know where to find us?" Unfortunately, this was pretty much the only question that would get answered.
EDIT: Yes, Orwell, you can be Klaus
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TPP RPG
May 30, 2007 13:56:06 GMT -5
Post by Jenny on May 30, 2007 13:56:06 GMT -5
Meanwhile, Olaf was trying to find his way around the hotel room he'd booked and Esmé (technically Jerome) had paid for.
'Countiiiieee,'
He sighed immediately as he heard the voice. Carmelita was easily the most annoying child he'd ever met, even compared to the Baudebrats or to the Quagmire twins/triplets/whatever they wanted to call themselves. If she asked him to rate another silly dress he felt he might have to throw himself out of the window. Or at least beg Esmé to stop influencing her.
'What?' it took him a long time to reply in a half pleasant manner.
'Do you like my dress?'
Olaf purposefully ducked out of the door into another room, closing the door quietly and leaving her to search the many rooms for him. Anything for a bit of peace.
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TPP RPG
May 30, 2007 20:07:18 GMT -5
Post by Spymaster E on May 30, 2007 20:07:18 GMT -5
Dewey stalked around the hotel. He hoped KIt and the BAudelaires would get here soon. He had just seen Count Olaf and his troupe arrive, though he wondered where the three new members--a man with an unusually shaped back, a thin and stretchy woman, and a man who had tied his left hand behind his back--had come from, and where that Bald-man, the two white-faced women, the creature with indeterminable gender, and the hook-handed man went.
He sighed as he saw Frank pass him by and then Ernest soon after.
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TPP RPG
Jun 9, 2007 15:38:51 GMT -5
Post by Jenny on Jun 9, 2007 15:38:51 GMT -5
(I'm posting again becasue nobody else is).
'Where's Olaf?' Olaf groaned inwardly. Esmé always seemed to blow his cover in front of the red haired child. He couldn't ignore her for fear it was involved with JS or the VFD meeting.
'Here,' he hesitantly admitted, stepping out from behind the door. Immediately he frowned.
'WHAT are you wearing?'
'I thought you'd learned to stop asking me that by now. And lettuce,' she answered. 'What's so unusual about that?'
'...Everything.'
She glared at him. 'Are you going to unpack the few belongings you have with you or are you just going to stand there?'
'Unpacking's your job. I have to scheme.'
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Jun 15, 2007 22:23:03 GMT -5
Post by Hanna Squalor on Jun 15, 2007 22:23:03 GMT -5
"Where do you want your stuff? In the dresser or in a big heap?" she asked, trying to be mean.
"In a heap." he answered, not catching her sarcasam.
"Do you like the lettuce?" she asked after a long silence.
"I would like it better with some dressing and baby tomatoes." he laughed.
"As long as you don't jab me with the fork."
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