Idea:

Raiders assail Megaton for an unknown purpose (I promise it makes sense as far as motivation goes there's no mind control here), and calls have been sent to the BoS via ham radio. For some reason, the cries for help were met with a resounding "Yes" and a Brotherhood squad is on it's way and will arrive in a week.

So, with the raiders on the outside, the Brother Hood en route, and the gate locked, all is well, right?

Wrong. Oh so wrong.

The RP picks up with Lucas Simms and his son found dead in their house. The citizenry of Megaton is afraid, disoriented. There's no way in or out of town, there's no way for the raiders to scale the walls.

The obvious answer? There is a murderer amongst them, and they must ferret him out.

You play as a resident/visitor of/to Megaton, (be creative within reason, you cannot be affiliated with any organization). So traders, wanderers, just another person living in Megaton, or anything reasonable you imagine.

The idea is the first day, the town gathers and decides something must be done. Then, they decide if the killings continue someone will be lynched every day. That means 6 lynchings maximum (so 7 people would be ideal).

What makes this original? One of the killers is you! And you'll have the option to assail player characters!

How this works:

The "normal" people: RP. This is Megaton, though larger then the game version there are still the same shops and stores. Eat, drink, live, talk, do drugs, get dirty with the local floozy, (murdering is an obvious choice but a bit redundant in a lyncher). You PM to me how you "prepare" for the night, but everyone will know where you're sleeping unless you want to be sneaky.

The Murderer: You PM your murder plan to me, and I post it. We see how stuff plays out, and if you mess up the RPer has a chance to escape or even kill you. Note: You try to hide who you are, so act natural.

This RP is kind of on a schedule, because at the end of the week the Brotherhood will arrive.

Character Sheet:



Well, that just about covers it. If you're interested in joining the RP, PM me your sheet for approval.

After your sheet has been approved post it here and make your opening post.

Opening Post:

The town is gathered by the now deactivated Nuclear Bomb, where the shop owners (Moriarty, Moira Brown, and Andy Stahl) are addressing the citizenry of Megaton, who are panicking.

An hour ago, Lucas Sims and his son were found dead in their homes. No shots were heard, but a bullet to the brain did both of them in.

You should be headed to the center of town to see what the hells going on. You may elect to watch from above, as some of the citizens have, or try to muscle your way into the crowd.

Let's role.

Name: Richie Allen
Call Sign/Nickname*Optional*: Rich
Gender:
Age: 25
Appearance: Caucasian, Beer belly, 5'10, Dirty blonde hair, 5 o'clock shadow.
Eye Color: gray
Hair Color: Dirty blonde
Height: 5'10
Weight: Chubby but not fat 185 maybe

Mental Description: Just a normal country boy who survived the atomic war (used to own a farmland until raiders took it from him, he was beaten badly. A lone trader found me and brought me to Megaton and was nursed back to health by the doc) Spend most of the time in the saloon drinking away the day.
Addictions*Optional*: Whiskey
Vices*Optional*: Like to stare at the stars (drunk)

Clothes Worn Most Often: Camo Overalls, a straw hat, cowboy boots, and fingerless biker gloves.
Weapons: Concealed Silenced 10mm, and a bouey knife.
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Richie had awoken to People yelling and running around franticly, He looked out his apartment window to see a large group of people in the center of town gathered around the defused nuke. He thought What the heck is going on out their? Richie threw on his overalls and straw hat and exited the apartment, he walked around to where everyone was gathered. "Lucas simms and his son were found dead in their house this morning, their were shot in the head but no one witnessed or heard the gunshot" said Moira brown, everyone shreiked. Richie had heard the rumors that their might of been a murderer in town and this event just confirmed it. With raiders at our doorstep and a murderer running around Richie knew this wasnt good. Richie went back to his apartment and equipped his 10mm and bouey knife "This is going to be a long day" said Richie. He pulled out his canteen of whiskey and took a fairly large sip then tucked it away in his overalls pocket.

Jason looked down at the crowd of people surrounding the bomb. Many of the settlers were there and more were coming each second. Some were running others looked just as confused as him. Jason decided to go down and see what was happening. When he got the crowd he tapped on the nearest guys shoulder.

"Whats going on here?"

"Lucas Simms and his son are dead."

"Wait what, are you sure?"

"Yeah."

Jason looked at the crowd of people, just staring...

Name: Chavy Chase
Call Sign/Nickname*Optional*: Chavy
Gender: male
Age: 23

Appearance: a toned and tan body. dark shaggy brown hair, small nose and eyes.
Eye Color: light green
Hair Color: brown
Height: 5"8
Weight: normal,

Mental Description: wants to settle down with a family and live a peaceful life although he knows it will be hard
Addictions*Optional*: small alchohol problem
Vices*Optional*: likes to be alone, search for a woman that he can settle down with and have kids

Clothes Worn Most Often: roving trader hat, regular dirty colared shirt and cargo pants
Weapons: combat shotgun, hunting knife.

Chavy had heard about the news. It had highly disheartened him that Lucas Sims and his son had been killed. But, by who? He simply stood by the bomb, listening as Moira talked about how we needed to calm down. Chavy knew he had to do something about this. He scanned the crowd looking for anybody suspicious. Content that he didn't spot anybody he headed back towards the front gate, where some people were on guard duty. He pulled out a package of dandy boy apples and started to munch them down.

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Ben hears a commotion outside and decides to go check it out. He exits his living quarters, quite high up, overlooking the central meeting point and leans on the railing infront of him, listening in to what was said...

Name: Galen Raheem
Nickname: Gale
Gender: Male
Age: 22

Appearance: Long hair(about to the middle of his shoulders), pale complexion and very crooked white teeth. His face has a haggard appearance and he has a lithe body.

Hair Color: Brown
Eye Color: Green
Height: 5'1
Weight: A lithe body build

Mental Description: Galen's calm and collected, even during the most bizarre situation he keeps his wits. He explores the wasteland and scavenges junk so he can live from day to day.

Addictions: Has an extreme addiction to Nuka Cola
Vices: Loves looking up at the sky during night.

Clothes: Wasteland wanderer outfit with a green bandanna to keep his hair out of his eyes
Weapons: Hunting Rifle, 10 mm Pistol, and a trench knife.



Galen walked out of his house, when he heard the commotion. He stepped light and made a muffled sound on the platform, not that it mattered in town, but he did out of habit from wandering the wasteland. He looked over the rail, most of the town was gathered around the bomb and looked panicky.

What the hell is going on?

He walked towards the center of town, it took a minute or two because he didn't hurry. He saw Jason in the crowed, he knew him and figured it was better to get information from someone you know. He walked up to him and and grabbed him on the shoulder,

"Whats going on here?"

Galen came up to Jason and asked him what was going on.

"I heard Simms is dead but, I don't know if its true." A settler next to him heard him.

"He is dead along with his son."

"Who found the bodies?"

"How the [censored] should I know!"

"Then how are you sure he's dead."

"Ask someone else then!"

"Come on Galen lets get deeper in this crowd."

Richie awoke from an unexpected nap "sheesh what time is it?", still shocked by the news of Lucas simms and his son's death he reached for his canteen of whiskey, but it was empty. Feeling the need for more whiskey richie went to moriarties saloon for some more. When Richie went inside their was no one their, he looked over the counter at the bottle of Whiskey and looked around one more time "Ah what the hell" Richie snatched the bottle of whiskey and shoved it in his pocket then went back to his apartment. The crowd was still gathered around the nuke and people were still talking about todays events, Richie just shruged and laid back down sipping from the bottle of whiskey... he quickly fell back asleep.

Galen followed Jason into the crowd, they settlers were easy to push out of the way, some were just standing there dazed and didn't even take notice. They reached the front with Jason and they listened closely as Moriarty explained what happened once again.

"A settler found both Lucas and his son dead in their house. The both had been shot in the head. We are trying to find a way to cope with this problem and it would be best if you remained calm. if anyone has any ideas on who did this, please tell us."

Bullet to the brain? I didn't hear any gunshots, but then again I was in my house.

He then tried to calm a couple who were panicking and readdressing the situation. Galen nudged Jason's shoulder,

"Lets get out of here, were not getting any more information."

They maneuvered their way back to the edge of the crowd, Galen stood looking up at the sky for a couple of minutes, finally he said,

"They person who murdered Lucas is probably going to strike again, this is best time to do so. Every is confused and were busy with the raiders too. Unless we stop him, he'll just keep killing, unless he had a grudge against Lucas. Why couldn't hear the sound of the gunshot, someone was bound to hear it, right?"

He said this all very fast and slurred his speech, most people wouldn't have been able to understand a word he said, but Jason had known him for years and could hear all of it. Galen looked back a Jason while rubbing his head,

"Man I don't have a clue. Want to come back to my place to grab a drink and talk this over?"

Bang!

The eyes of the crowd were drawn to Moira's guard, who'd just put a shot into the air from his hunting rifle. He lowered the weapon and addressed the masses,

"Shut it, the lot of you! I could start taking shots at you and the half of you wouldn't know it!" With an angry face, he kept the weapon lowered towards the ground and took a step back.

"We understand that you're all very, very afraid," Andy Stahl said, making a motion with both his hands as if patting something down. "But you need to stay calm."

"Well we don't know what's happened anymore than you folks do," Moira said, hardly masking her own fear, "but we'll be sure and do something about this. Another person won't be murdered...."

"Or he'll hang from the walk right in front of my saloon! Waste lander justice is what we'll have. Another person goes missing, and we'll pick out a panel. Then, we'll have a lynching and be done with this menace!" Moriarty spat to punctuate the statement.

Cries went up amongst the crowd. 'Waste lander justice' was a popular chant, old Nathan being one of the most vocal with that one, whilst others held their children close. Some of the women wept, many people gave glances side to side, askance at one another. The town was in pandemonium.

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Caine shook his head in disbelief as he heard the news on his way to Moriarty's. "That doesn't make any sense... Lucas Simms is no- Er... Was no push over. How could someone just stroll up into his home and kill both him and his kid?", he said to Nova, who had given him the grave news. She just shrugged and walked off toward the center of town, where a large crowd had been forming.

"Hm? Looks like everyone's gathered around the old bomb. Maybe their holding a memorial service for the late sheriff and his boy. I think I'll pay my respects as well."

As Caine arrived he saw that it wasn't a memorial, but rather a town meeting. The first one to his knowledge. He pushed past the crowd and made his way to the front so he could hear what Moira, Moriarty and Andy were saying. People were panicked, even more so then usual. The recent attempted siege by a group of raiders had stirred Megaton into a melting pot of paranoia and fear. This event would make things exponentially worse.

Moira said something about both victims being shot in the head and Caine automatically began scanning everyone in the crowd with a suspicious look. He didn't own a firearm as he was against them, there was no need to have one in Megaton thanks to Lucas. The murderer, or murderers, had to of been a trained marksman to put one in Lucas' head before he could do the same to them. Caine began making a mental list of people, no, suspects who might be able to pull it off in his head, a list he'd reveal to group of individuals he could trust when the time was right.

In order to catch the killer, they'd have to work together in ruling out innocent and cornering the potential suspects. He wondered if the town could band together for even that purpose as a grim expression appeared on his face. "Not very likely..."

Eventually he scrounged up the courage to give the town his suggestion, yelling his plan up to Moriarty as the crowd went silent, thanks to Moira's bodyguard. "Wastelander justice will only lead to this killer getting away, and an innocent being killed in his place. Instead we need to systemically rule out the innocent and come up with a list of suspects. After that, we question each suspect about where they were, and what they were doing at the time of the murder!" Caine then awaited the "council"s reply, knowing they'd most likely shun his idea and go for an old fashion lynching.

Rich was cleaning his pistol while smoking a cigarette when he heard a gunshot. "What in hell?" Rich walked out of his apartment to see where the gunshot came from, it was Moira's guard and he was yelling but rich couldn't make out the words, so he decided to walk down and find out what happened. Rich had to push his way through the now dense crowd to get to the front and only heard the last of moira's words "we'll be sure and do something about this" moira said.

Rich took a sip of whiskey "Damn that's good I think i should check this out myself" Rich said. rich walked to The simm's house and picked the lock. When inside he Gasped their was blood on the south wall, the bodies were moved but it was still a bloody mess inside. Rich noticed something shiny on the ground out of the corner of his eye. "Huh its a 10mm casing, i better bring this back to my place" and doing so rich left and headed back to his apartment.

"Caine, you stupid bastard. What do you think we are, detectives? The only man who could have done what you just asked for is lying dead with his son!" Andy's anger came out of nowhere, and Moriarty glanced at him with a look of wonderment. In all his days of rivaling him, he never suspected the man could have such a temper.

"We appreciate the contribution, but..." Moira gulped, "We've thought this over a whole lot, and I just know we can't find this fella." She tried to leave it at that, but Moriarty took it a step further.

"Who here is an ex-murderer?" Moriarty asked, in a loud bark, "'Cause if you are your going on a list, and then you'll sit in a corner till we decide which one gets to die first. The rest of you, don't go helping the raiders in, mind you. I'm sure we have a way to stop you!" Sarcasm rang true in his voice, as did the logic. There was simply no one conspicuous enough to suspect. It was part of why everything was so scary.

The crowd began to be even more frightened, with more screams. People could no longer make out what was being said more than five feet away from them unless they strained or the speaker was shouting at the top of their lungs.

Shouting from above the crowd "Wait!, i think Caine's idea is good".Everyone looked up at Rich in amusemant. "I have found a 10mm casing on the floor of Sheriff simms house, and if we check every 10mm pistol we could make a match possibly. We make the list and we search their place of residence for a pistol" yelled rich. Everyone in the crowd glared at Rich, Rich knew they were thinking about something... but what? "So what do you think Moira!?"

OOC: Had a lot of problems to take care of today, so my apologies for being late in posting. Yes, this post is pretty long, but it doesn't particularly pertain to anyone, I just sort of got carried away.



Alex Cartwright finished with his cleaning. He took pride in the fact that his tiny, two-hundred and twenty-four square foot shack was the cleanest building to ever grace Megaton. It was a daily ritual, part of his Schedule. Without the Schedule, poor Mr. Cartwright would be lost in an utterly chaotic world. The Schedule ruled his life, and Mr. Cartwright wanted to keep things that way. It gave him a purpose, a way to make things work in his mind, when he knew full well that things would never work. It was his angel in hell, his saving grace, his lifeline in the storm.

Mr. Cartwright was a very prim and proper man, always clean, always exactly on time. Not late, not early, right on time. His life was like clockwork. Important things were on the Schedule, and unimportant things were on the waiting list to be on the Schedule. And the Schedule was always full. Very few people knew that Mr. Cartwright even existed, and the few that did didn't even know his first name. Which is ironic, considering that at some point in time, he's worked for every citizen in Megaton. He's just one of those people. Another face in the crowd. Someone with no name, and someone that no one wants to learn the name of. He was handy with every tool on the face of the Earth, and some that no longer existed. Such was the gift of reading.

He glanced over at his waist-high bookcase, and sat down in his little wooden chair for his daily ten-minute reprieve. He removed a book with a crisp looking bookmark in it, and began where he had left off. He had read this particular book at least twenty times, but it was on the Schedule. His room was very small, and it was only a one room shack. It had just enough room for a bed, his bookcase, a desk piled high with folders and records, the chair in which he was sitting, and a mid-table on top of which stood the clock. The clock was an important thing for Mr. Cartwright. Some might say that it's tick-tocking was symbolic of his life, but Mr. Cartwright didn't like symbolism. It wasn't orderly enough.

No, he liked it because it kept everything on track. And it was accurate. Dead accurate. If it was even a second off, Mr. Cartwright would put up his little, out of the way shack for sale. But that would never happen, because it was accurate, and it kept Mr. Cartwright's clockwork life moving to the ticks. So when the sound of shouting and screaming, and the banging of a gun entered his ears, Mr. Cartwright was concerned. This wasn't part of the Schedule. Such things as riots and murders barely ever happened in Megaton anymore, Mr. Simms was always kind enough to guarantee that at gun-point. So since he was on his ten-minute reprieve, Mr. Cartwright decided to put down his book, the reading not being mandatory according to his Schedule, and stepped outside.

Everyone was gathered all over the place. In the city center, all across the railings, even from the rooftops. Mr. Cartwright found an empty space on the railings and looked downwards, seeing several familiar faces at the center of all the hubbub. He glanced across to the man next to him and decided to risk a question. "What happened? I'm afraid I don't keep current with the news."

The man gave him a strange look, but answered anyway, as more shouting erupted. "Simms and his boy Harden were found dead. Murdered."

Mr. Cartwright said nothing, but already his head was spinning. He was a very intelligent man, despite all outward appearances, and he knew a lot of things about a lot of people. They may not always have been useful things, but he still knew them. For instance, he knew that Lucas Simms had been cunning and devious in his own way, but also very careful. Too careful to simply let someone shoot him, much less his son. Mr. Cartwright had a lot of respect for Lucas Simms. At least he made an attempt to keep his house clean. His son was also a courageous young man, who knew how to fire a weapon and would undoubtedly shoot one at anyone endangering his or his father's life. It seemed ridiculously unlikely that anyone would be able to simply kill them without anyone noticing, but his first thoughts, like with most criminal cases, drifted to Moriarty. He had glanced at his terminal once, when Moriarty had ordered him to fix it. Ordered. Not requested, or asked, ordered. And he didn't even get payment for it.

Something about him taking too long and taking up too much space. Limited customers, he said, so the payment was denied on grounds that he had caused Moriarty a loss of profit. The bastard. He was horribly dirty too. Mr. Cartwright hated dirty people, and Moriarty was the bottom of the barrel scum that you loved to hate and ultimately wished you could kill. He knew that Moriarty and Simms had clashed many times over different circumstances, but would Moriarty have gone so far as to kill him? Who knows. It wasn't any of his business anyway. Now his break was almost over, so he should go back inside to his Schedule. But in the end, curiosity won out, and he decided to stay and watch. He would just have to work overtime.

OOC: If you were wondering you're not going to argue the premise of the RP is illogical successfully to an NPC.


IC:
Moira shook her head,

"There's just no way. Each bullet isn't individual, and everyone around here has one of those."

"Hey, what were you doing in Lucas' house after he died?" Andy barked at Rich.

Moriarty, feeling he'd not been talking enough in comparison to his compatriots, put it.

"Now get, the lot of you get. Get over to my bar, in fact. Drink away your worries, booze n' poone, boys!" Some people gave a half-heartened 'yeah!' but it wasn't much. Andy looked at him crossly, and Moira looked worried more than anything. She had never had any competition unless the caravans were in town, and they were generally quite expensive compared to her prices. Though in arguably better condition.

At any rate, the crowd began to subside, maybe a quarter of them remaining, either in silence or conversation with one another.

[Edit]

OOC: Not yet. I'll move time, and lots of people signed up who have yet to post.

IC:

Soon the stragglers wandered off, and the shop owners went off to their establishments. Megaton was back to a state of semi-normality. People were already saying "I bet they won't strike again," and the like. Trying to sooth themselves, to little avail. It was going to be a long week.

Name: Ryan Casey
Gender:male
Age:21
Appearance:A small, tough yet smart and good looking young man.
Eye Color:Blue
Hair Color:dirty fair
Height: 5,7
Weight: average weight

Mental Description:Very intelligent yet hot-headed man
Addictions*Optional*: psyco ever cince he was 15

Clothes Worn Most Often: wasteland settler
Weapons: 10mm pistol

Rich entered Moriarty's saloon to wind down and have a few drinks before he went off to his apartment. Once Rich entered everyone inside stared at Rich, after a tense moment everyone returned to their normal business chatting and drinking with their friends. Rich spotted one of his Bar-buddies and he sat next to him at a table in the back.

"What were you doing snooping around in the Simm's House" "The town thinks you might be the killer now Rich" said Charles (Bar-Buddie) in a low tone.

"I'm going to try and figure out who did this, seeing as how the town is just going to sit here and do nothing about this horrendous murder and want to sit here and do nothing but lynch someone everyday." "Think about it if i catch whoever is doing this i could bring them down and save more lives here, I don't want another murder to happen." said Rich.

"You're causing an awful lot of suspicion amongst the town, i overheard some citizens saying that they want to lynch you first."

"I'm just trying to HELP" Yelled Rich, and the whole saloon was staring at him. Rich didnt even notice the whole saloon staring at him, he was so overwhelmed with anger. Rich Took one last gulp of his whiskey and cola, and went for the exit.

"You watch your back now" said one of the citizens.

Rich flew out the back door of Moriarty's saloon and to his apartment he sat on a chair at his desk just thinking. About what though?

Buck just finished locking up his pristine Nuka Cola fridge stocked up with plenty of quantums and nuka colas to last him for the month. He placed the his special key in his pants pocket. The quantum chemist looked at his beaker filled with nuka cola and saw the color change to a vibrant blue.

"Good, my experiment is going just as my theory stated!"

He strode past his laboratory station and looked out of his dust smeared window.

"There seems to be some sort of commotion out there, better check it out."

He quickly exited his house remembering to lock it on his way out and ran towards the crowd.

"What's the big deal?" He blurted out. His question was only muffled by the ramblings of the other Megaton Residents. Buck tried to look past the crowd and overheard someone dying.

"Someone was murdered? In Megaton!?" A resident sourly explained.

"It was the sheriff and his boy"

Fear quickly quenched within Buck. He obviously knew the murderer was most likely someone within the crowd.

OOC: Excuse me, but where are all the people who signed on in the idea thread??!?!?!

OOC: i didnt sign up on the idea thread and here i am hehe

OOC: I know but 3 quarters or more of the people who signed onto the idea thread haven't posted AT ALL.

This is absolute bullocks. Unless things change by tomorrow, I think it might be time to put this RP down.

Name:Paul Johnson
Call Sign/Nickname:
Gender:male
Age: 23
Appearance: tan, muscular,, bald,
Eye Color:brown
Hair Color:none
Height: 5'11
Weight: 230 lbs
Mental Description: an escapped prisoner from the enclave, hiegtened sense in the darkness do to years in a confined enclave cell. keeps to himself.
Addictions*Optional*: no
Vices*Optional*:

Clothes Worn Most Often: leather armor
Weapons: unarmed, switchblade











Paul wakes up to find most of the town gathered aroud the undetonated nuke, and quickly realizes what happened. he sits outside moriartys' saloon waiting for somthing to happen.
He hear's a gunshot ring out and not realizing who it was, instinctivly pulling out his switchblade , jumps over the railing, landing on the hill. he slides down the hill quickly toward the crowd. then realizing that it moiras gaurd, he listens to the conversations.