It was a cold winter, evening, date December 20th, 1934. The cool air outside was a sharp contrast to the smooth warm sounds emminating from a nearby jazz club. The streets were mostly empty, save for a lone man walking down the street, carrying with him a rather large case, strapped to his back, and in his right hand a large bow.
The man pulled his scarf up over his face, ":daisy:ing snow, :daisy:ing alarm not going off, :daisy:ing bass being so :daisy:ing heavy..." he muttered to himself, as he walked.
He arrived at his destination, and walked up the alleyway to the side entrance to the club, he knocked twice and a man poked his head out.
"Can I help you?" the large bouncer asked flatly.
"Yeah, you can let me in before I freeze to death, if you'd be so kind." the man replied.
"Sorry buddy, you're gonna have to go through the front unless you're playing tonight." the bouncer replied as he started to close the door.
"Why the :daisy: else do you think I have this bass on my back?" the man stuck his foot in the door, then his free left hand and pushed it open, "So let me in!" the man pushed through and was immediately met with the warm air of the club, and the smell of cigarettes. He pulled off his scarf, and his hat and looked at the bouncer.
"Hey, who do you think you are pal?" the bouncer stood in front of him, preparing to punch his face in.
The man with the bass removed his coat, placed all his outerwear together and threw it at the bouncer, "The name's James Archibald, and I think you best let me in so my band can get on that stage and play." he said flatly.
The bounced caught the coat with one hand, and looked at the band list on the clipboard in his other hand. He sighed, before showing the rude man where the rest of his band was.
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Chicago Jazz mini mafia!
I've been dying to do some writeups, and I dearly love jazz, so I figured what better way to satisfy both cravings than to have a Jazz mini mafia, set in the 30s!
Though the game is set in 1934, the music won't always have been produced by that time, but it'll be jazz, soft, smooth jazz, nonetheless!
7 people, unique roles and motives, but essentially it's 1 mafia v 6 town, I promise it's much simpler than my MGS: Mafia game :P
Expect overly complicated writeups for an extremely simple premise!
Hurry up, sign up now and be part of Splitpersonality's Jazz Octet!
Rules! Yeah we got rules, what about it!
1) No PM quoting, or paraphrasing. You can claim any role, but no backing it up with evidence. (The exceptions will be illustrated IN the PMs.)
2) No out of thread communication, at all.
3) Dead players are DEAD, they may talk and give ideas but may not PM or reveal anything.
4) Be good sports, don't get too angry (like I do), it's just a game and it's all for fun.
5) Anything else I come up with may be posted here before/during the first day/night phase of the game, so be aware of that.
Okay, we have enough people but I"m going to hold off starting it until I return home, as it'll keep me in a good set to be updating the game when I return home from school and stuff.
09-28-2009, 06:04
Splitpersonality
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
I'm sorry guys, there's some stuff going on right now, I will start the game tomorrow morning/afternoon, I really can't think straight or even begin to think about this game right now...
Sorry for the inconvenience.
09-29-2009, 01:39
Splitpersonality
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
The back alley of a club, downtown Chicago, December 20th 1934.
James Archibald opened the back door to the club, and stared out into the snowy back alley. He fastened his coat, and pulled his scarf up. The warm air and soft music of the club yet again contrasted the cold snowy streets of Chicago, but it mattered none, he was riding on the adrenaline rush of another good show, the slight drunkenness of some good drinks, and the pleasant tones of a warm, flatwound strung archtop guitar, complimented beautifully by a deep bass. He was in heaven at this moment, and was sad to be leaving the rest of the band like he was, but he had to get some sleep that night.
He propped the door open from the outside as he lifted his bass, and placed it outside, and leaned it against the wall. He stepped out, closed the door behind himself and picked up his bass, but halfway down the alleyway be paused, and patted himself, searching for something.
"Ah... :daisy:... I think I left my bow in there..." he cursed, then sighed, turning on his heels to walk back to the club.
He knocked gently on the door, "Hello? Bouncer? I think I left my bow in there... Hello? Anyone?"
He grabbed the handle and pulled the door towards himself, perhaps it wasn't locked, he didn't remember locking it, and if no one was there it must've been open. As he pulled the handle, someone from the otherside kicked the door quite hard, Archibald went flying backwards, and landed behind-first in the snow.
He brushed the snow off himself, and looked up, rather annoyed at this point he shouted at the large figure in the door.
"Hey you, :daisy:hole, what's the big idea? Knockin' me down like this."
The man hopped out of the doorway and stepped over Archibald, reaching down and offering him a hand.
"Er, sorry about that." the man said
"Yeah, you better be... :daisy:ing idiot..." Archibald said, taking the man's hand, and began to stand up.
He was met with a swift punch to the nose, which promptly broke it, with a gross crunch.
This punch, in combination with the alcohol in his system, caused Archibald to fall backwards, and become disoriented. He was too disoriented to stand up, or see his attacker pull out a small caliber snub-nose pistol and load a single bullet into it. He was far too disorientated then, to stop the man from placing the gun on his left temple, and pulling the trigger.
His assailant reached into his coat, pulled out the missing bow, and placed it on the bassist's chest, he then ran one way down the alleyway, and disappeared.
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The members of the band were gathered in the alleyway, the body in the center of their small circle.
They had all heard the shot from inside the club, and came rushing out at an instant. They were sitting in the backstage room, mostly talking, and had heard nothing save for the fatal shot.
For a long time they stood there, before someone finally spoke up.
"I think...." the man sighed, "I think one of us is responsible for this.."
The rest of the band was shocked, who could it have been?
"and I think we need to figure out who."
They all stood around, glancing suspiciously at each other. It seemed as if they were going to vote it out, and hopefully find the murderer was.
Townie Role PM Format:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
You are:
Unique Name - Town
Specific story regarding how you came to live in chicago, what instrument you play, your general character and other details.
Good luck.
Regarding roles, you may reveal your name, your instrument in the band, and your story. NO direct quoting, no PMs outside the game, unless they are to me or through me in a specific case or two.
Begin day 1. Phase will end 9:00 PM EST tomorrow (Tuesday September 28th)
09-29-2009, 01:43
Cultured Drizzt fan
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
my jazzy friends let us relent!
Vote: abstain
09-29-2009, 01:44
Splitpersonality
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Also, if there are any questions about your role, just send me a PM :D
09-29-2009, 02:10
Chaotix
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
This ain't cool, man. Who's gonna play bass wit' us now?
Vote: Abstain
I'mma hold my judgement till I hear all o' youse speak.
09-29-2009, 02:13
Double A
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Yaaaar!
Hey anyone listen to Charlie Parker?
09-29-2009, 02:14
slashandburn
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Agreed, man we should wait. Vote:Abstain
09-29-2009, 02:42
Iskander 3.1
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Sweet, let's go to B Dubs.
09-29-2009, 03:45
White_eyes:D
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
*stops playing on his Saxaphone* Killing is not Jazz:no: Vote:abstain
09-29-2009, 15:23
Double A
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Hey anyone seen Louis lately?
09-29-2009, 15:25
Double A
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
vote: No lynch
Death isn't good. Unless the victim is a Yankees fan. :wink:
09-29-2009, 21:21
atheotes
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
I cant believe that the man who gave me my opportunity is dead....Drumming will never be the same again without him in front of me...still we must use caution before we condemn anyone.
Vote: No Lynch
OOC: Can everyone post what musical insturment they play?
09-29-2009, 22:13
Iskander 3.1
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Angrily sets his tenor sax down
What the :daisy:'s the matta wit you? The only :daisy:ing good team in baseball and you have to make a comment like that? What's the matta wit you? Just jealous cause da Bambino walked all over your Cubs in '32?
Vote: Double A
(OOC: I hate the Yankees. See here for why. Go Brew Crew! Well next year, maybe.)
09-30-2009, 02:53
Splitpersonality
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Oh man, sorry guys I totally passed out in my bed, just woke up.
No Lynch 2 - (atheotes, Double A)
Double A - 1 (Iskander3.1)
The men shifted nervously where they stood, they all looked quite nervous, and by the end of the day decieded that enough men had died the previous night, they would take one more night to think before reconvening in the morning.
Begin night 1, phase will end 9pm EST Wednsday 30th, orders are due to me by then.
09-30-2009, 12:36
Double A
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Quote:
Originally Posted by Iskander 3.1
Angrily sets his tenor sax down
What the :daisy:'s the matta wit you? The only :daisy:ing good team in baseball and you have to make a comment like that? What's the matta wit you? Just jealous cause da Bambino walked all over your Cubs in '32?
Vote: Double A
(OOC: I hate the Yankees. See here for why. Go Brew Crew! Well next year, maybe.)
Hey I can't help it, being from Baaaston if you're notta Sox fan you're dead in a day:dunno:
09-30-2009, 15:59
White_eyes:D
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
I can't believe, I am going to do this...:sweatdrop:
Vote:No lynch "We have had enough bloodshed, anymore and I will be out of my groove"...:no:
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
And yes, I will not vote for anyone....makes this much harder....but my guy seems like the type to do this:shrug:
09-30-2009, 16:20
atheotes
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Voting in the night phase? :inquisitive:
FOS: White_eyes
09-30-2009, 16:58
White_eyes:D
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Quote:
Originally Posted by atheotes
Voting in the night phase? :inquisitive:
FOS: White_eyes
this is a mini-Mafia...I didn't think they were "night phases":laugh4:
Guillermo Benitez sat in silence, his eyes locked on the hands of the guitarist on stage, though this guitarist was not alone, he was all that Guillermo saw that night. He watched each chord change, each finger held, each note played rang in his mind.
The man's fingers danced around the fretboard, and he held each chord strangely, the immediately noticeable thing was his reluctance to use his pinky and ring finger, instead opting to use just his index and middle. Regardless of the number of fingers used, it was clear this man was an extremely accomplished player.
Guillermo took a deep breath and sighed deeply, there was much he still needed to work on, for him to be able to approach the level of skill this man posessed.
He picked up his coat and started out of the club, more than motivated to go home and practice for some time, maybe a few hours, maybe more, he wasn't really sure of his plan, all he knew was he was going to play until he no longer wanted to.
As he stepped outside, he lit a cigarette in his mouth and took a drag on it, he had come a long way from when he first picked up the guitar, both as a guitarist and in physical distance. Sometimes he missed the small life he had with his family, but he was often far too occupied with the goings on of the big city to think about it. Plus there was so much more here to learn, and this made him smile a bit, there would always be more to learn.
He took another drag on his cigarette before turning and walking towards his apartment, halfway down the street however a man walking the opposite way bumped into him, knocking him down.
"Hey, watch it!" Guillermo said to the man as he stood up and brushed himself off.
"Terribly sorry sir, won't happen again." the other man replied, reaching over to shake his hand.
Guillermo reached back, slightly puzzled, and grabbed the man's hand to shake. As he did such he was met with a sharp stabbing pain in his stomach, he looked down to see a small knife sticking out of him. He coughed a few times, and slumped over the man who dragged him into a back alley.
The man threw Guillermo on the floor, stepped over him, reached down and quickly slit the man's throat.
When they found his body in the morning, Guillermo's fingers on his left hand were missing.
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The men reconvened in the morning, the same man spoke up again.
"Okay, now it's easy to see it most likely is one of us. Let us take a vote on things again today, and see who we find the guiltiest..."
The other men quietly agreed, this time they were standing over the body of their guitarist and friend. Which one of them would be next? They had to do something...
Vote:No Lynch I will not be killing anyone though lynching or otherwise:bow:
10-02-2009, 05:15
Iskander 3.1
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Sorry, fatherhood got in the way...thanks Split for extending this.
Here's the problem: if we keep voting "no lynch", the mafioso can just lurk his way to victory. By voting, we at least get people talking.
Vote: Double A
Double A, explain more about yourself and I will retract my vote.
10-02-2009, 21:25
Double A
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
You mean this right?
Quote:
Originally Posted by Double A
And who in their right mind would want to kill me? Everyone. So that means CDF is either sane, or LYING!
I meant that, if you want to kill me, you are probably sane or the mafia. If you are sane, wow that's amazing! But that also means you wouldn't be playing mafia on the org. Or even using the internet. (I was half joking by the way).
So to recap, only people who don't play mafia would want to kill me, so CDF is probably lying.
10-02-2009, 21:26
Cultured Drizzt fan
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
I am not particularly GOOD at mafia. Does that count?
10-02-2009, 21:53
Double A
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
On mafiascum it does. But this isn't mafiascum, so... I'll unvote if you do.
10-02-2009, 21:59
Cultured Drizzt fan
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
meh, I got what I wanted. Got us talking didn't it? :laugh4::laugh4:
Unvote: Double A, Vote Centurion1
He has been online, I know that much. Just drop by and talk a little man. :yes: need to stay active.
10-02-2009, 22:12
Double A
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Right then... unvote: CDF, vote Saskai. He's not even playing, but I know for a fact that, if he was, he'd be guilty.
10-02-2009, 22:22
Iskander 3.1
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Haha, nice AA. Unvote; Vote: Centurion1
Heck, why not?
10-02-2009, 22:42
Cultured Drizzt fan
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Well I know for sure I do not want to get Centruion lynched before he has a chance to talk...
Unvote: Centurion1, Vote: Abstain
The men stood around in the alleyway, a few accusations were thrown but really they each had little clue who had done the terrible crime, Remy Dupree stood up, and pointed right at a random member of the band.
"I think he should talk more, he hasn't said a word yet!" He argued.
His argument however fell on deaf ears, and soon the men were accusing him for trying to kill innocent members.
"It's obviously you, no one else wants to even think about killing, and here you are throwing around accusations like some bigshot!" a man barked at him, "This ain't small town Louisiana anymore Remy, we don't do :daisy: like that here." he half yelled.
Another man jumped on Remy and placed his vote on him, by the end of the day they all took a silent ballot, and the man with the most votes was unfortunately Remy.
He slowly backed away from the rest of the band, his trumpet clutched tightly in his hand, he swung it back and forth, to deter anyone from moving closer.
"No! It wasn't me!" he pleaded with the band, "I didn't come all the way up here, leaving my home, my family, my way of life just to kill the only chance I've gotten to play music here! Sure... I had some disagreements over arrangements and solos, but nothing worth killing over!" he was still backing down the alleyway, away from the band who continued to follow him.
He started backpedaling faster, closer to the end of the alleyway, soon he would hit the street and he would turn and run for his life, but he needed to keep stalling.
He had an idea, he wouldn't like it, but it was better to live and deal with it than to die.
Remy picked up his trumpet and threw it as hard as he could at the closest man to him, the trumpet bounced off an arm and hit the ground, but Remy was already down the street by then, he glanced over his shoulder just in time to catch the band chasing him, he laughed at them and ran harder. He felt bad deserting his loved trumpet like that, but it was necessary, he ignored it and kept running.
One of the other men was feeling bold, Guillermo Benitez picked up the bent trumpet, and threw it as hard as he could down the alleyway.
It flew.... flew..... flew through the air,
and landed right square in the back of Remy's head.
Remy fell almost immediately, tripping over his own feet, and the curb, he landed face down in a small snowbank, and for a second all was quiet. He sat up, shook his head, looked to the right and saw his beautiful trumpet, still gleaming, though a little bent, and still as beautiful as ever. He grabbed it and put it to his lips to play one more time.
As the final high C rang out, the band stopped in it's tracks, and the brass players all kind of smiled, Remy had finally hit his high note.
The note faded, and it was replaced with a similar note an octave or two down, the horn of a car. The band spun to look, and they were just in time to see Remy skull, and his prized trumped smashed by the wheels of the car.
There was nothing they could do, they had voted for him anyway. They all departed home, each hoping it would be the end.
He finished his glass, placed it down and exhaled. He stood up and walked his way to the bathroom, he had been there a bit, and he was drinking the whole time, so things took their natural course.
He took care of his business, through and through, and stepped up to the sink to wash his hands, as he did a man in a large coat, and a scarf stepped in the bathroom, and nodded to him.
"Are you... uh... Giovanni Rossini?" the man asked, rather oddly.
"Y... yeah?" Giovanni nervously replied, he had no idea who this man was or why he would be there...
The man merely smiled, and reached into the closet door. He pulled out a broom, and after sizing it up, broke it over his knee, he slotted one end into the door, jamming it shut, the other end of the broom was still in his hand as he approached Giovanni.
"Good, I had heard I might find you here now, the Don has sent me..." the man finished.
Giovanni reacted in an instant, he stepped forward, and grabbed the broom with one hand, with his other hand he swung at the head of the stranger. The man ducked, and let go of the broom, and Giovanni used this as leverage as he backed up to the door, and carefully removed the broom, while keeping his eyes on this stranger. He threw both halves of the broom down to the floor and kicked the door open. Though the bar was empty, it was certainly enough people to give an accurate testimony, this was Giovanni's plan.
"Don't you know not to mess wit' a guy while he's takin' a leak? The don's got a message for me? Well you can ask me at my table, now sit yer :daisy: down and we can do this the polite like way."
With that he sat down at his table, and ordered some bourbon. The other man sat down across from him, and grabbed one of the cups. He sneered at Giovanni, he was hoping for privacy, but this would do.
"So whaddya want from me?" Giovanni breaks the silence, taking a sip of his bourbon.
The other man places fidgets a bit with his hands, and takes a sip of his drink.
"Well," he starts, "The Don sent me, he said I might find you here in Chicago. You know... the Don really misses you in New York," the man smiles, delighting at this little mental game, "your departure from the scene has sig-NI-figantly effected his income, the departure of many musicians from New York to Chicago has really hurt us, but the boss was especially hurt by your betrayal." the man paused and took a drink.
He continued, "So he sent me out here to... take care of things. Nothing personal towards you, but it's my job, right? Right, but I was thinkin' anyway, maybe you'd be interested in helpin' me? I could see to it that the Don knew about it, I'm sure it might make up for your defection." the man finished for good this time, and smiled at Giovanni, before taking another sip.
Giovanni carefully leans across the table, grabbing the mobster by his collar, "You listen, and you listen to me good you goomba piece of :daisy:, I'm not in your god:daisy:ed mafia, and I'm not going to do your dirty work, whatever you're doing, leave me out of it. If you interrupt me again, like you so rudely did tonight, I'll just kill you in the bathroom instead of being polite, got it?" Giovanni was now panting, and fuming angry, he threw what was left of his bourbon in the mobster's face, grabbed his coat and walked out of the bar, but not before dropping the money for the drinks on his table.
The mobster remains momentarily, stunned at the events that occurred, how could anyone stand up to an entire mob like that, didn't he know who the Don was? It made no difference, the mobster shrugged at this thought, he was a target and he would die just like the rest of them, maybe even sooner because of his affront to the Don, but he would certainly die, make no mistake.
He finished the bourbon in his glass, nodded to the bartender, stood up and left... He had a plan in his head, and he needed to move fast if it was to work...
The appartment of Giovanni Rossini, on the first floor. December 22nd, 1934....
Giovanni Rossini safely arrived at home, he was quite stressed from the night and fumbled with his keys. After leaving the bar he stopped off at another bar to hide out before going home, in case the mobster had left to follow him, he stayed there for a few more hours, it was now around 2:30AM, if anyone else was on the streets he would be able to avoid them, as he would see them coming from miles away. The plan worked, and here he was, fumbling with his :daisy:ing keys.
"Come on," he complained, "Why are there so many keys? I only have two keys!" it was clear that he was agitated, but he got it nonetheless.
He sighed a relieved sigh, and opened the door, eager to sleep. He quickly spun around and double, tripple, quadruple locked his door, he wouldn't take any chances, he knew all those locks would come in handy some day!
He was quite pleased with himself by this point, but his nerves were still shot. He stepped into the kitchen and turned the light on, something seemed amiss but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"Oh well," he thought, "probably just my nerves... I've really gone and :daisy:ed the dog now, I've got a whole mob coming down on me..."
He laughed quietly to himself at that thought, he was much smarter than those goons anyway.
He looked at the stove and tilted his head, he stepped over to it and noticed that one of the burners was on, and he had left the gas on. He laughed again to himself and shut both off, shaking his head.
He lit a cigarette, took a drag and went to place it on the corner of the ashtray while he rummaged through the fridge for something to drink, some milk maybe. However he completely missed the ashtray and the cigarette fell on the table, rolled off that, and landed on the floor with a light Plink!.
"Awww man... this floor's filthy..." Giovanni thought to himself, he picked the cigarette up and put it out in the ashtray. He was about to continue searching the fridge when he heard a knock at his door, he walked back to the entrance to his home and looked through the peephole, the man outside looked... oddly familiar, he was tall, in a nice coat, and he had a great big mustache.
"Yes?" Giovanni asked of the man.
"A thousand pardons sir, but I was wondering if that was your hat?" the mustachioed man pointed to a hat on the sidewalk, just outside of Giovanni's house.
"My hat? Oh man, of course my hat! Thank you sir, that is my hat, let me just grab it." Giovanni felt like quite the fool, he opened all the locks and stepped out, grabbing his hat off of the cold floor. He had been so drunk he forgot that he had worn his good hat out that night. He brushed the snow off of it and turned to smile at the stranger, but he was gone, puzzled he looked around for him.
He didn't see him so he continued to inspect his hat. Wondering how much of a fool he had been, forgetting about his favorite hat, the black one with the brown trim and bow that wrapped around it, and the uh... pinstripes...
"Waitaminute..." he said, "I don't own any hats..." Giovanni laughed to himself, placing the hat back down on the floor, he saw a small note.
He reached down to grab the note, but before he could read it, he was crushed by a piano which fell quite a few stories, out of the sky.
The only noise which sounded was a B flat, from a nearby tenor sax...
Iskander3.1/Giovanni Rossini (Tenor Saxophonist) - Has been killed.
Night 2 over.
It is now day 3, get voting! Votes due Sunday October 4th at 9PM, good luck!
What the :daisy:'s the matta wit you? The only :daisy:ing good team in baseball and you have to make a comment like that? What's the matta wit you? Just jealous cause da Bambino walked all over your Cubs in '32?
Vote: Double A
(OOC: I hate the Yankees. See here for why. Go Brew Crew! Well next year, maybe.)
Iskander plays tenor sax. White eyes also stated to play sax. One of them is mafia.
10-04-2009, 05:31
White_eyes:D
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Quote:
Originally Posted by slashandburn
Iskander plays tenor sax. White eyes also stated to play sax. One of them is mafia.
My mafia copy is dead......it must be one of the extras who have not claimed....:inquisitive:
Edit:
Quote:
Originally Posted by baritone saxophone
The baritone saxophone is the largest saxophone commonly seen in modern ensembles. The other common saxophones are the alto, tenor and soprano. It is a transposing instrument in the key of E♭, one octave lower than the alto saxophone, although Adolphe Sax had originally also produced a baritone saxophone in F intended for orchestral use. Despite its low register, music for the baritone saxophone is written in treble clef. It is also possible to read parts written in the bass clef for instruments pitched in C as if the part was in the treble clef, while adjusting the key signature from C to A and any accidentals as necessary.
10-04-2009, 05:36
White_eyes:D
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
I am Louis Knapp the Baritone Saxaphone player...I am sure he must be part of the band somewhere??:juggle2:
In either case Vote:No lynch.....My groove is staying steady:beatnik2:
10-04-2009, 06:13
White_eyes:D
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Quote:
Originally Posted by Double A
Hey anyone seen Louis lately?
??? was this directed to me?? or just a lucky guess??:inquisitive:
Edit: Tell me your name....I think your my bro....:beam:
10-04-2009, 06:35
Chaotix
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
If you guys want to know my instrument, I'm the trombonist. If everyone reveals their instrument, we should be able to find the imposter among us.
10-04-2009, 06:52
Double A
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Quote:
Originally Posted by White_eyes:D
??? was this directed to me?? or just a lucky guess??:inquisitive:
Edit: Tell me your name....I think your my bro....:beam:
Yep, Roger Knapp - Alto Sax Player
It says in my PM you play the Baritone so nothin wrong there.
10-04-2009, 06:54
slashandburn
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Iskander claimed on page 1 to play tenor sax. Tenor sax was in the kill writeup.
10-04-2009, 06:54
Double A
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Split, that was quite possibly one of the saddest things I've ever read in the lynch scene... I think I lost faith in humanity, please excuse me while I cry myself to sleep.
10-04-2009, 06:57
slashandburn
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Wait Iskander's dead so only one who hasnt claimed is atheotes. You two are brothers and chaotix is the trombonist.
10-04-2009, 07:06
White_eyes:D
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
If we are wrong....we are dead...:shrug:
10-04-2009, 07:12
White_eyes:D
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Quote:
Originally Posted by Chaotix
If you guys want to know my instrument, I'm the trombonist. If everyone reveals their instrument, we should be able to find the imposter among us.
What about your name??:stare:(We all have famous Jazz names....)
10-04-2009, 07:19
White_eyes:D
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Things look bad for atheotes....He looks dead guilty in my eyes:inquisitive:
I still want to hear Chaotix's name though...:whip:
10-04-2009, 14:32
Chaotix
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Quote:
Originally Posted by White_eyes:D
What about your name??:stare:(We all have famous Jazz names....)
Actually, I believe that none of us have famous jazz names. Split used a name generator to get all of the role names, so they are of little consequence in the actual game.
10-04-2009, 15:31
White_eyes:D
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Why hide it then??:inquisitive:
You pulled one over on us before.....I want to know your on the level...:smash:
Edit: the fact that your not voting makes me freak as well....
10-04-2009, 16:34
Double A
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
preassure vote: Chaotix
10-04-2009, 16:39
atheotes
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Quote:
Originally Posted by White_eyes:D
Things look bad for atheotes....He looks dead guilty in my eyes:inquisitive:
I still want to hear Chaotix's name though...:whip:
You need to get your eyes checked... its not a good thing to have it all white :clown:
Quote:
Originally Posted by atheotes
I cant believe that the man who gave me my opportunity is dead....Drumming will never be the same again without him in front of me...still we must use caution before we condemn anyone.
Vote: No Lynch
OOC: Can everyone post what musical insturment they play?
my name is Jacques Legard....
if you 2 are brothers, then no choice but Vote: Chaotix
10-04-2009, 16:43
White_eyes:D
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Unvote:No lynch Pressure Vote:Atheotes to keep it tied for now....I get scum vibes for both of you.....:inquisitive:
Hopfully, you both get lynched:2thumbsup:
10-04-2009, 16:47
atheotes
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
yeah right...i am mafia...so i came in and made myself heard when there were no votes or pressure on me :rolleyes:
10-04-2009, 16:47
Double A
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
I think it's random...
10-04-2009, 16:50
White_eyes:D
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Quote:
Originally Posted by atheotes
yeah right...i am mafia...so i came in and made myself heard when there were no votes or pressure on me :rolleyes:
Pointless....I made the same agruement when I was mafia...:juggle2:
Plus, you have been posting during the night phase...If I didn't respect Chaotix's ability to be mafia...I would have wanted to lynch you pronto..:smoking: and you guys just had to kill my groove~:mecry:
10-04-2009, 17:00
atheotes
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Quote:
Originally Posted by White_eyes:D
.If I didn't respect Chaotix's ability to be mafia...I would have wanted to lynch you pronto..:smoking:
and we would have lost the game... i was the first one to say what instrument i played and also called for everyone to post it. :shrug:
10-04-2009, 17:09
White_eyes:D
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Yeah and the time when Reenk was Mafia in a game....he did that to try and save his :daisy: which ended up getting him lynched....your not the only one who looks at all the angles.....:inquisitive:
Frankly.....I think Chaotix is guilty....but I remain wary of you:inquisitive:
10-04-2009, 17:29
Chaotix
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Quote:
Originally Posted by White_eyes:D
Yeah and the time when Reenk was Mafia in a game....he did that to try and save his :daisy: which ended up getting him lynched....your not the only one who looks at all the angles.....:inquisitive:
Frankly.....I think Chaotix is guilty....but I remain wary of you:inquisitive:
Ok... so I am guilty because I hadn't voted when at the time I posted nobody else had set down a vote, either? Or, failing that, I'm guilty because I'm good at being mafia (which I would myself question)? Because nobody else playing this game is capable of being a good mafioso?
I honestly think the names don't make a difference, but if you insist:
My name is Victor Ciprian, a trombonist and an Eastern-European immigrant.
Otherwise... if I'm hearing this correctly, the two living saxophone players (WE and Double A) are brothers and know each other to be innocent? And that leaves only atheotes besides me... what instrument does atheotes play? I find it odd that we haven't heard of a drummer yet... you really need a set of drums for any kind of band.
And obviously, I know myself to be innocent, so I'm gonna go with a total self-preservation vote- it will not only decide my life, but the fate of this game. Remember, if we don't get the mafia now, we lose.
Vote: atheotes.
10-04-2009, 18:12
Double A
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
unvote, vote: atheotes
I just have a gut feeling on this. If I'm wrong I need new guts.
atheotes has been acting a little weird all game, and a trombonist makes more sense than a, wait did he even reveal? I can't find it.
Anyway, unless that my brother is the mafia, which would be very cruel and the host would get a mean glare from me, I think atheotes is the guy who's been killing off our band members.
10-04-2009, 18:14
atheotes
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Quote:
Originally Posted by Chaotix
Otherwise... if I'm hearing this correctly, the two living saxophone players (WE and Double A) are brothers and know each other to be innocent? And that leaves only atheotes besides me... what instrument does atheotes play? I find it odd that we haven't heard of a drummer yet... you really need a set of drums for any kind of band.
I just have a gut feeling on this. If I'm wrong I need new guts.
Anyway, unless that my brother is the mafia, which would be very cruel and the host would get a mean glare from me, I think atheotes is the guy who's been killing off our band members.
You toke the words right out of my mouth....:laugh4:
Why post that??:dizzy2: "Vote:White_eyes:D....he is up to something":laugh4:
I will never forget Beskar's photoshopped picture of that...:juggle2:
10-04-2009, 18:26
Double A
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Gah! Drums vs Trombone!
They're very serious about this then...
But then again, why would a Eastern European either play a trombone, Jazz, or even be in a mafia?
So maybe either the mafia wanted someone to start killing everyone in the band or kill them AND everyone else in the band.
So either they have assumed one of our friend's identities or they'd rather live with the guilt of their friends being dead. Something an immigrant probably wouldn't do, because making friends in a new country is harder than making friends in your home country. And it would be even worse if it was your bro. That's just scarily evil.
So that means atheotes is without a doubt the mafia!
To the mafia: to be honest, if Rossini didn't die I probably would have voted for him. :laugh4:
10-04-2009, 18:28
Splitpersonality
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
I posted it because I love the picture, I wish I had saved the photoshops lmao
That makes sense, then- it was a small reference and I missed it, sorry. But that also means we can't even count on some sort of irregularity in instruments.
As for nationalities, I would've picked the Italian guy too... :laugh4:
But as far as why a Frenchman/Italian/Eastern European/Insert nationality here would be in a jazz band- after the 20's, jazz was popular everywhere. Several jazz band leaders, such as Paul Whiteman, boasted to have the best musicians of every culture in his band (oddly enough, he decided not to include the blacks that invented jazz in said band.)
10-04-2009, 19:00
Splitpersonality
Re: Chicago Jazz mini mafia
Quote:
Originally Posted by Chaotix
(oddly enough, he decided not to include the blacks that invented jazz in said band.)
Which is precisely why the Original .Org-ieland Jazz Band is full of so many people of varying nationalities! :smash:
