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Night at the Museum RP!
Alright, so I really wanted to do a historical roleplay, but I couldn't decide on a timeline. Did I want to do 1920s or medieval? Did I want a Roman one? Why couldn't I make up my mind?
Then I thought, screw it! It's a Night at the Museum RP! We can do ALL THE HISTORICAL GENRES!
By the way, you do not need to have watched Night at the Museum to be in this rp! I will explain any confusion. This isn't ABOUT Night at the Museum, it's just based on it.
The plot: Two night guards have been hired to work in the History Museum for the summer. Neither of them know each other or particularly like each other, but they need this job. That's when things get interesting.
Something in the museum is causing the exhibits to come to life at night. They freeze in the day time, and if they are outside the museum when the sun comes up they turn to dust.
Unfortunately, some of the exhibits in the museum aren't friendly. Some of history's greatest bad guys and conquerors are after whatever powers the museum (because whoever holds the artifact can become a living person, who doesn't turn to dust in the sun).
It's a race against the clock to find the artifact and save the museum!
You can be a well-known historical figure (like Alexander Hamilton), the product of a famous myth or legend (like King Arthur), or a made-up historical character (like a knight or mobster)!
Exhibits:
African Animals (yes, you can be an animal!)
1920's Gangsters/Flappers/stuff
Medieval and Renaissance
Civil War Exhibit
Roman Civilization
Old West Exhibit
Dinosaur/cavemen exhibit (YEAH BOI, YOU CAN BE A DINOSAUR)
Egyptian Exhibit
1940's Exhibit (WWII)
A Victorian Exhibit
Pilgrims/Puritans
An exhibit about the Mongols/Genghis Khan
French Revolution Exhibit
An Exhibit for famous conquerors and villains throughout history (dun dun DUNNN)\
An American Revolution exhibit, with redcoats and patriot soldiers (are you happy now, Hamilfans?)
Only one to three people per exhibit! You can make two characters, but don't make them for the same exhibit. You may suggest another exhibit if I haven't covered your character in one of mine.
Also, every night the museum is basically a free-for-all brawl. So you might want to give your character some kind of weapon.
Name:
Gender:
Exhibit:
Appearance:
Personality:
Backstory (if you're using a real historical figure make sure to look them up and get the details right):
Weapons:
Good or evil or neutral:
My charries:
Name:Jeanne Vivian Crowe (went by "Vivacious Viv" or "Viv")
Gender: Female
Exhibit: 1920's Exhibit
Appearance: Short, curly brown hair, a silver-blue flapper dress, and heterochromatic eyes (one is brown and the other is blue). Wears high heels that she can run surprisingly well in. In her exhibit, during the day, she is holding a champagne glass and chatting it up with a gangster. At night she steals a pinstripe jacket and a tommy gun and raises hell in the brawl that happens in the museum lobby. The 1920's gangsters hate the medieval exhibit, so she's usually fighting them.
Personality: Cunning, sly. Very polite when she has to be, but is actually wild. Loves to wreak havoc. Is a caring person if you get past the violence and slaughter. Has a thick northeastern gangster accent.
Backstory (if you're using a real historical figure make sure to look them up and get the details right): (SHE'S NOT A REAL HISTORICAL FIGURE, THIS IS MADE UP) Jeanne Vivian Crowe, or "Vivacious Viv," was a girl growing up on the wrong side of the tracks in NYC in the 1910s. Kicked out of the house for falling in love with a woman (as being non-straight was taboo at the time), she went to a mob boss she knew and offered to do anything he wanted. He saw her use and hired her to infiltrate the elite. As a small, innocent-looking waif, she infiltrated the hearts of many wealthy men but cared for none of them. She made an empire and name for herself.
Weapons: T O M M Y G U N S
Good or evil or neutral: Neutral-ish. Isn't evil, but is only out for herself (for now).
Other: There's a woman in another exhibit who reminds Viv of a woman she used to love. This has shaken Viv a lot. She secretly wants to meet the woman in the other exhibit.
Hey, if anyone would like to be a woman in the medieval exhibit whom Viv could have a crush on, that'd be great.
submitted by Brookeira
(June 2, 2017 - 9:29 am)
(June 2, 2017 - 9:29 am)
Spike~
Blue's grumpy today. Again. I mean, she's Blue, when is she not grumpy?
Nicky gave her a bone, and I wanted a bite. I know I'm a herbavore, but
it's a bone! Blue ended up giving, albiet reluctatly giving, me a peice.
I knawed on it for a while, but eventually I kinda got bored. I don't
know if its possible for a Dinosaur to have ADHD, I think I do. Blue's
taking a nap again, and I don't really feel like getting into another
argument, so I trot down the halls looking for someone who might want to
play or something I could eat. There isn't much. Nicky doesn't like me
eating the decorative topiary, and the wax plants give me indigestion. As I'm wandering the halls, I feel something wet against my heels. I turn around. Coming from the stairs is a steady flow of water, making large puddles on the floor. I run up the stairs, and try to find the source of the water. It's coming from underneath the door of the Ladies Restroom. I tryed to open the door, but it seemed to be locked shut. "Spike! What are you doing here?" Finn and Nicky were coming from the other staircase.
"I was just seeing where all the water was coming from!" I say. Nicky turns to Finn.
"Do you know if it's locked?" she asks him.
"Excuse me!" I say indignantly, "I do have a brain, even if it IS the size of a peanut! The door's locke. I was thinking of smashing it open." Nicky frowns.
"But that would cause damage to the door... the guests would start complaining."
"Who's the thinnest exhibit we have?" Finn asks.Nicky looks at him.
"The replica of the Mona Lisa, but why..." a look of understanding crosses her face. "Good idea," she says. Finn smiles.
"I thought so," he says and they rush downstairs. I'm still trying to figure out what they're planning. Then t dawns on me. They're going to shove Mone Lisa under the door to unlock the door from the inside.
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Sorry about not making any plot advancements.
(June 14, 2017 - 7:00 am)
@Curio: (sorry for doing nonrelated communicating on your thread, Brooke! I'll make this short and sweet.) I'm fine, just really busy! The next installment of the solo write is written (though not very good, I was in a bit of a block) but copying it over is taking a while because I have so much to do.
(June 14, 2017 - 3:32 pm)
Viv-
Viv took her mind off the Lady by watching the guards try to handle to flooding bathroom. The shouts of Mongols cane from inside as a very nervous Mona Lisa slid under the door to unlock it.
Viv rested her tommy gun on her hip and licked her lips. She called for her friends from her exhibit, plus Al and Grace from that World War 2 exhibit a little down the corridor.
The door burst open. Finn and Nikki yelped and dove as a bedraggled Mona and ten or so angry Mongols stormed out, sabers in hand. Nikki shouted for order. Vivian laughed as one tripped over a rather traumatized looking Mona, who bolted away from the rampaging force. She felt Al and Grace behind her. Some cowboys who were looking for trouble joined the fray. Grace huffed behind her.
Chaos was always fun to watch, and even better to take part in. But Viv was tired. Watching would have to do.
"Really, Vivian?" Al smirked. Shegave him a fake pout.
"What? Too violent?" Vivian said. Grace snorted.
Some Civil War men joined the fray. Viv managed to wave to Poe.
It was an all-out brawl. Mongols, cowboys, Confederates, Union Soldiers, some gangsters, and some particularly violent monkeys from the African Mammals exhibit.
A particular red-headed young woman from the Medieval and Renaissance Exhibit wandered around the corner. She froze and began backing away. Vivian watched in horror as a Confederate soldier appeared behind her, grinning. She bumped into him and gasped, whirling as he leered down at her.
"Sir, please step aside-" Vivian heard Guinevere plead, shivering. The Confederate soldier began moving towards Guin, laughing awfully.
All of a sudden. Vivian was in between the soldier and Guinevere. She was dimly aware of Grace and Al gaping at her, and Guinevere's shock.
"Get away from the lady," Vivian said.
(June 14, 2017 - 4:51 pm)
Ok, St., thanks for the update!
~Guinevere~
"Vivian? Oh, you mean Mademoiselle. She-"
"Shaddap, Conklin. Don'tcha listen ta 'im, now, missy. 'E calls the ladyboss Mademoiselle ever since 'e tried ta call 'er Madame an' she said she weren't married. Anyways, she ain't 'ere right now. Went lookin' fer sommat ta give to a friend, or so she said."
I don't understand half of what this ruffian says, but I got the "Vivian isn't here" part well enough. "Well, thank you for your time," I reply, begrudgingly. "Have a good night."
"'Ey now, li'l lady, what's yer name?" one of the robbers calls after me, but I'm already gone. Filthy highwaymen. Vivian certainly picks some...interesting...company.
As I pass through the arcade over the grand lobby, I hear what sounds like another fight from the floor below. Trouble usually means Vivian is somehow involved, so I walk carefully down the stairs to investigate. (I still don't trust that moving box Guardswoman Annika calls an "elevator." She says the fewer of us who use it, the fewer of us can break it, which is fine by her. It's fine by me as well.)
The shouting and clunking gets louder as I exit the stairwell. I turn a corner by that bust of Julius Caesar who only knows Latin - and find myself right in the thick of things! I back away instantly, hands up - the middle of a fight is the last place I want to be unprotected! - but I run straight into a wall of wax and fabric and let out an involuntary gasp. It's one of those soldiers from the American Civil War, the ones in gray. He's smiling toothlessly in a way I don't like in the least.
I try to tell him to go away, mind his manners, I won't hurt him, please don't hurt me, something, anything, but the words get caught in my throat. He leans closer, forcing me toward the fighting. His hand reaches for my wrist; I go to slap it away-
-and then suddenly Vivian is there, pointing her "tommy gun" in his face and snarling, "Get away from the lady."
The soldier knows a losing fight when he sees one. He bolts for the stairs, presumably heading for the third floor and his own exhibit.
Vivian sighs - in relief? - and leans the end of her gun on her shoulder. It's a rather jaunty effect. "You okay, m'lady?" she asks.
She actually cares about me enough to charge a figure much bigger than her, apparently for the sole purpose of securing my well-being. Something about this makes me feel happier than I honestly should. "Yes, I'm quite alright, thank you for asking," I answer, a bit shakily.
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Would've gone further, but I didn't want to god-mod.
(June 14, 2017 - 7:39 pm)
TTTTTTTTTTTTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPP!!!!
This is not dying! I REFUSE to allow it to die! So there!!
Also, as a long-term plot note: Brookeira did mention that the villain types are trying to steal whatever powers the museum. Maybe, during this whole bathroom Mongols scuffle where both guards are in the same place at the same time and considerably distracted, they could carry out the theft??
(June 18, 2017 - 5:10 pm)