FRANKIE GAME - DAFFODIL

[crittersheep]

[ The sudden fridge arms have dumped you all into a chilly, (almost) bare white room:



The fridge door slams shut behind you. In here, there's a gurney with a spectral wolf sitting on it patiently waiting, a basket of sewing supplies with threads all in warm tones, and a tin can on a string sitting on the floor. The string leads off into a hole in the wall.

_{also i forgot to draw it but in the far corner behind the fridge, there's a big plastic white button shaped like a wedge.} ]

INTRO | GAME START | RULES OF PLAY | TIN CAN | ENDGAME MINGLE
ROOMS: lily | bluebell | daffodil | rose | thistle | clover | peony | weeds

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RULES OF PLAY

[crittersheep]

You must search your hearts, and answer questions that define who the Frankie you create will be.

This will enable the demon to select matching parts from its stock (the freezer) to be used for Frankie’s body.

Each body part comes with a STAR RATING, represented ICly by color-coded star magnets that magically appear on the gurney when you add the part to Frankie. Yes, you can move them around. Yes, you can try to do Shenanigans to the star magnets to alter your score. Follow your heart.

Also yeah characters ARE going to have to use the sewing supplies to attach all of Frankie’s parts, but like, feel free to handwave all the corpse sewing.

Now!
To start things off, knock on the Fridge Demon’s door!

MYSTERIOUS TIN CAN ON A STRING (DAFFODIL)

[crittersheep]

[electricflock]

[picks up the can]

aaaa AAAAAAA

[debug_mode]

Hello! Is your refrigerator running?

GAME START

[crittersheep]

[ you've been here but a few moments when a ghostly white sheep with bolt-shaped horns and a mustache pops into being and starts talking. Boisterously. ]



Welcome, come on in, make yourself at home, for the great work is now beginning! Today, fellow sheep, we will enact a miracle of miracles! A miracle beyond all miracles! That miracle that is the one that is most mundane and yet precious to us all: the making of life!

Through the revival-- and reconstitution-- of the dead tissue, you will create something wholly and better than what it was before! We, will make something interesting and NEW, where only there was NAUGHT and void and hunger!

With the canvas of my friendly and gentle assistant to help you put it all together. Say hello. This is Frankie.

[ Frankie waves. ]

I have also outsourced the nitty-gritty details of tissue acquisition to the Fridge Demon who so kindly had escorted you all to this room. The problem is, the demon has very MANY choices of tissue to offer, collected from previous clients... and I am only one amazingly tiny sheep! The hard work of picking out new meat to make new Frankies absolutely must be done by you all!

I must go to tell the other Houses about the situation now, baa-baa. Frankie will guide you through the process!

[ the ghost sheep dives through a wall. ]

FRANKIE'S GUIDANCE

[crittersheep]

[ ...it rapidly becomes apparent Frankie either cannot or will not talk. Their little dotted line tail wags when spoken to in polite befuddlement.

A character that chooses to PET THE FRANKIE will suddenly know exactly what to do.

If no characters present choose to PET THE FRANKIE, they will eventually point to the fridge, and mime knocking on it. ]

Re: GAME START

[rugpull]

Why though.

Re: GAME START

[villainrole]

I did know a Franklin…

[that kinda does look like a frankenstein]

Re: GAME START

[afineknight]

. . .

[ Crois sighs deeply and rolls up his sleeves. ]

Here we go again.

[ he's here for the gross stuff. ]

QUESTION 1

[crittersheep]

[ after someone knocks,
colorful alphabet magnets chaotically appear on the face of the fridge, and slowly arrange themselves to form a question:

"How would they describe a horse to someone who has never seen one?" ]

DISCUSSION

[crittersheep]

ANSWER

[crittersheep]

[ To answer the question, you need to pull open the fridge door and tell the demon directly.



it waits for your answer, staring at you with a profoundly bored expression. ]

RESULT

[crittersheep]

Mmkay... Twinks, huh...



[ the top door of the fridge pops open, and the Fridge Demon stretches up to start rummaging around in all the tiny coffins it keeps up in the freezer... ]

This will work... I guess...

[ the fridge demon hands Biscuit a very cold, pink newsboy cap.

Four pink star magnets appear on the gurney. ]

QUESTION 2

[crittersheep]

[ the alphabet magnets slide with gusto into the words of question two.

"What will make them happy?" ]

DISCUSSION

[crittersheep]

ANSWER

[crittersheep]

RESULT

[crittersheep]

Health... meds... Doc Est would like that one...

[ Daffodil has received the left flipper of a nurse shark! ]



[ And 5 star yellow magnets. Remember to take your meds! ]

QUESTION 3

[crittersheep]

[ the fridge magnets form a trail like a wiggling vine, before the vine falls apart to form the words of the third question.

"What will they fear?" ]

DISCUSSION

[crittersheep]

ANSWER

[crittersheep]

QUESTION 4

[crittersheep]

[ the alphabet magnets form up into the distinct shape of a coffin, before re-arranging to say,

"How will they die?" ]

DISCUSSION

[crittersheep]

QUESTION 5

[crittersheep]

[ the alphabet magnets twirl around with one another playfully, as they arrange into the fifth question.

"Was fate kind to them?" ]

DISCUSSION

[crittersheep]

QUESTION 6

[crittersheep]

[ while the magnets move around this time, one of them strikes another so hard it flies off the fridge and onto the floor.

"What will they d sdain?" ]

D SCUSSION

[crittersheep]

QUESTION 7 (FINAL QUESTION)

[crittersheep]

[ the alphabet magnets condense together into the shape of a heart, before flowing apart into the words:

"W t will hey love?" ]

DISCUSSION

[crittersheep]

ENDGAME

[crittersheep]

FINAL SCORE

[crittersheep]

I think... when I tally it up...

Uhh..
Well...

Yeah...
You guys... got the short end of the stick.

[ the demon rips the torso right out from the middle of their Frankie. ]

...I'm gonna give you a little extra time to figure all that out.

Turn out the light when you're done...