Christmas Event~A Critter's Christmas Carol RPG

[M&M]

A Critter's Christmas Carol

"Marley was dead to begin with. There was no doubt about that. As dead as a door-snail-"

Giggles erupted from the little crowd of critters scattered around the dim room of the den. There were quite a few fuzzies and a few scalies, even a gryphon, Bear to be precise, was curled up with a mug of hot cocoa and a grin on his beak. The pup reciting the script, however, was not laughing, though you could see the grin quivering across her inky muzzle.
Tala frowned quizzically at the words on the paper. "It's supposed to be dead as a door-nail, not door-sna-Tipo, was this you?!" She yipped at the mutt chasing his tail. Tipo barked and toppled over Misty, who was laughing quite heartily.

"He wanted to help!" Misty said, shrugging sheepishly as she shook the floppy puppy off of her head. Tipo wagged his tail in agreement, rolling off of the wolf pup and onto the soft rug laid across the earthy ground.

"Alright, alright," Misty said between giggles, "Let's start over. We need to finish practicing before the play on Christmas Eve!"

Liza piped up, "This is going to be the best play yet! A Christmas Carol is my favorite Christmas story!"

"I thought The Christmas Dragon was?" Bear replied, squinting at the script spread out in front of Tala, who was in the process of erasing the typo.

"Oh, that too."

They had considered reenacting that story at first, but in the end A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens was decided. Truth be told, none of the critters in the Hangout had ever actually acted in a play before (save during the Dagdagher celebrations), but with Heather's help finding the script and props, all that was left to do was practice. It was earlier that day that Misty gathered her friends and stuffed them inside her den. Most of the time spent, however, was playing anything but the actual play.

"Ok every-buddy!" Misty yipped, quieting down the chatter that had started, "In your places pwease! We need our actor for Scrooge, where is Scrooge?"

"Bah, humbuggle!" Teased a puppy from the back.

Once again, laughter rumbled across the cozy little room. Tala rolled her eyes playfully. No doubt A Critter's Christmas Carol would turn out a bit different than the original.

~Plot Summery~

Misty and her friends are reenacting A Christmas Carol for their Christmas Eve play! Even though the script is a bit wonky and the critters have the attention span of...well, excited children, Misty is determined to do a good job.

Have your pets play as one of the characters from the story, and reenact the adventure of Scrooge and the ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future! Will they do good, or will they forget all their lines? We'll see!

The goal is to just have fun with the famous story of the Christmas Carol. You can come up with your own twists and funny lines, but you must stick to the main plot of the original story (don't know it? No worries, I'll provide a script and plenty of guidelines along the way).

There is no need to complete the story by Christmas, but if you can then that would be great!

~How to Participate~

Hey everyone! This is an RPG, if you are not aware what an RPG is, it is a Role Playing Game. A special sort of writing game where everyone works together to create an amazing, unique story! Each player is in control of their own set of characters, and everyone must write one by one, post by post, until the story is completed!

The first thing you have to do is to choose which pet you want to use.

Once you have chosen the pet you will be playing with, choose the role your pet will play! The list of needed characters are posted below.

Then, fill out this form and post it below:
Pet you will be writing with;
What is the character your pet will be playing?
Tell us a bit about your pet's personality;

You must go by the original plot, and you must work with everyone else's ideas. If someone decides that they should lose the script (oh no, what comes next in the story?!), then your post should work with that idea, but you can make other things happen too. :3

You may participate if you have at least one pet. If you do not, then sorry, you can’t play! D: (But if you really want to, PM me and I'll give you one of my little pets to play as)

~Before you post~

Here are a few rules. :3 But remember, before any RPG, you must read this topic!

misty-n-friends.proboards.com/ind....isplay&thread=1

1. Please use proper spelling and grammar! If you have trouble with it, use a word processor like Microsoft Word or something else, just please, make your posts understandable to the best of your ability. :3 Also, preferably make posts at least a paragraph long. ^^

2. You must follow the plot! The plot is to complete the Christmas Carol story, not finding the biggest cookie in the world or discovering a cave full of pineapples. The pets can go through as many obstacles as you want them too, just stick to the plot please!

3. You must work together to make the story. An RPG takes into account each and every post. You cannot ignore someone if they say it is evening, for example. However, if you think you have an awesome idea, you must suggest it before you work with it. :3

4. No more than one pet can be used. If your pet happens to have a Critter Buddy, or a Companion, then that’s ok, you can use both (but no more than two, not even if it's a Family Pack).

5. You must use the original image of your pet, no making stuff up please! You cannot post a form with one of your Simple Pets and say, for example, that they are a Superior with a flying animation. Stick to what I designed, please.

6. Keep the story organized. If there is something going on, don’t make your pets go off and do something else.

7. And lastly, have fun and be creative! ^-^

~Prizes and winners~

There will be a sale at the end of the month, therefore there will be no major prizes for this RPG.

However, there might be a little somethin' at the end for a few of you who use their RPing skills to the fullest. :3

~Deadline~

RPG ends whenever it ends. XD But it doesn't have to continue past the 30th. :3

Have fun!

[M&M]

Cast List

If the character you wanted to play has been chosen, please choose another! (Unless that character can be played by multiple pets)

Characters in bold are major characters, and must be played by active members who can post at least once every three days.

Your pet can play multiple characters if there are not enough individual participants.

Ebeneezer Scrooge- Grouchy, ill-mannered, hates Christmas, greedy, selfish. Everybody knows how he acts, right?
Played by Bugaboo- Marsh's Pup

Bob Cratchit, Scrooge's Employee- A positive, respectful man. Loves Christmas and is a good father and husband.

Christmas Past, a spirit- Brings Scrooge to see his past as a schoolboy and young man. Comes when the clock tolls one.

Christmas Present, a spirit- A cheerful spirit who may or may not be absentminded. Jolly, kind, and brings Scrooge to see the Christmas of the present. Comes when the clock tolls two.

Christmas Future, a spirit- A serious spirit who may or may not talk. The scariest character in the play, but is not mean or bad. This is the last spirit to see Scrooge, and takes him to see his future; when he dies.

Fred, Scrooge’s nephew- Cheerful, jolly and kind. He is a poor man and Scrooge's only living relative.

Tiny Tim, Bob Cratchit’s son- Tiny Tim is disabled and uses crutches, also is sick for most of the play. He is loving, sweet, and a very good little boy.

Jacob Marley, Scrooge’s long dead co-worker- Visits Scrooge to warn him about the spirits' visits.

If you don't want/can't be any of the above, feel free to act as the audience, a random villager, Mrs. Cratchit, the Cratchit's children, or Fred's wife. :3

~

Here is the script that we will be sort of following. Keep in mind that this is the script from the Muppet's Christmas Carol (an aweshome movie by the way. X3) so there will be stuff that does not go by the story, namely two Muppets "narrating" the story. But, as a reference for what might happen next, I suggest you check it out. :3

The Script; www.scribd.com/doc/76945372/Muppet-Christmas-Carol-Script-Word

That is all. Have fun!

[Marsh]

Pet you will be writing with;

What is the character your pet will be playing?
Ebeneezer Scrooge, pretty please with a cookie on top.
Tell us a bit about your pet's personality;
Bugaboo is a sweet-hearted wolf, many people find him crazy and a bit wierd and because of this they try to avoid him. Despite this, he has always had a talent for acting so even though Scrooge is a character completely opposite to his personality, it will be a challenge to play this role and it may be his big break!

[M&M]

Haha, interesting choice! This should turn out good.
Updated the charrie list. ^^

[M&M]

Posting will begin as soon as we have actors for Scrooge and Bob Cratchit.

[Brownie]

Pet you will be writing with;
What is the character your pet will be playing?; The Ghost of Christmas Past
Tell us a bit about your pet's personality; Belle is a sweet, quiet pup. She loves to sing, which means that she loves caroling. She prefers to serve than to be served and is quite a simple pup, despite the fact that she is a superior. She is a good friend to have and gives great advice, but she doesn't work very well under pressure!

[M&M]

I might start the RPG this Sunday, with me playing as the characters we are missing for now since no one has joined yet. :3

But to those of you who have joined, your pup may play another character!

[ElephantPup]

Pet you will be writing with;


What is the character your pet will be playing? Ghost of Christmas Future and Jacob Marley, please.

Tell us a bit about your pet's personality; Blunt and blatant in his speech...Bony. Bland (why is it that all the "B" words describe him best?), but on occasion can be good enough to be called benevolent. In his own way, that is. That's when he's playing as the spirit. As Jacob Maley he's just a bony pup with a dry personalty and severe arthritis.

[Brownie]

Dec 6, 2013 8:24:57 GMT -6 M&M said:

I might start the RPG this Sunday, with me playing as the characters we are missing for now since no one has joined yet. :3

But to those of you who have joined, your pup may play another character!

Ok! Belle might aso play Mrs. Cratchit, then, since there are no other female characters other than Fred's wife. :]

[Marsh]

It might be a bit hard to play two.

[Horsie]

So we're doing a muppet Christmas Carol but without Rizzo & the other guy who I can't remebmer the name of? XD

[M&M]

You don't have to play two, you can play one character if you want Marsh. :3

And basically yes. XD Since it's the easiest script to follow.

[M&M]

Since no one has signed up for Bob Cratchit yet, those who have signed up may start posting!
If any missing characters are needed, you may post as them as NPCs, using random pets if you wish. :3

Remember to stick to the plot, but feel free to add your own twists, lines, and ideas! ^^

Any pets that do not need to play their part until later may also post. Perhaps as the audience or a random villager. :3

Have fun! <3

[Brownie]

The wind whirled as the small wooden door swung open, leaving a dent in the thick layer of dirt that covered the cave wall. The critters that crowded the room cared not to move, not to mention the stubborn critiques that were shouting things like, "act lively, my boy!" or "What in Lunaryk is that gryphon in the back saying?" and much of the sort. Several were dressed up as villagers and beggars, and some as wealthy men with top hats and manacles, many of which were dragons. Flying around the ceiling were several gryphons, dragons, and winged wolves, who were preparing the ropes for a scene...Belle's scene. Or anyway, that's what Belle thought of it. Not in a conceited way, but in an unprepared way.

Now, Belle was usually a very organized pup, but she had a very tight schedule you see, and rushing Belle would be like putting a fledgling at the edge of a cliff. Back at her cozy den she was still rehearsing and pondering as to how she and "Scrooge" would fly up into the air without the ropes snapping, which was basically a fancy way of wasting time. As a result, she had almost broke down the door and sent a wave of grumpy critiques chasing after her. Belle tripped up the dirt steps and sighed, thankful that she wasn't the only one late as she spotted a triple-tailed dragon who was playing as Old Joe fly up above her head. She put on her villager costume and strolled into town, lifting up her ivory parasol.

Belle's face was blank. Should she try and act grumpy because she was poor, or would she smile acting as a kindly old woman? She didn't know much about acting, and looked around to see what everyone else was doing. In a small corner there was a greyish brown pup with hints of purple who was dressed like a beggar. He lifted a small cup to Belle, who was quite startled by this.

"Alms, alms to the poor!" he said, feeling for his walking stick. Belle, almost forgetting this was just a play, reached into her pocket, only to find a bit of Turkish delight. Even though she didn't like Turkish delight, she had skipped breakfast and was frightfully hungry. That make-up looks so realistic... she thought, staring at the purple bags under his eyes. It was obviously fake, but to Belle who had never seen 21st century movie make-up thought of it very real. Feeling sorry for the pup, she gave the piece of Turkish delight to the puppy. Realizing that this was strawberry jelly, he quickly backed away due to his allergies. Understanding, Belle took it away and ran off, suddenly realizing what she had done. "What would the crowd think of me?" she mumbled under her breath, hiding her face with her parasol. It was obvious that Belle had never acted before.

[Marsh]

Bugaboo was about to go on stage when he realised he had forgotten his cane! He quickly dashed into the props room to grab it but he couldn't find it. Where was it? He needed to find it... Ah! There it was! He raced back with the prop in his mouth, just in time.

Slowly, but meaningfully, he strode onto the stage and surveyed the scene: A beggar asking a poor lady for alms, other villagers and children playing in the snow with their teddybears and singing carols. He needed to act like he hated Christmas but in truth, it was his favourite time of the year. This might be his biggest challenge he had yet to face! Bugaboo carried on walking with his cane until he reached the beggar. "How can I be mean to this character?" he asked himself trying to get into role. "Alms!" it begged shaking it's tin cup. Bugaboo realised that this was the point where he kept on walking and kicked dirt in it's face. Swiftly, he strode forward and kicked backwards three times depositing dirt in the character's cup.

All the other actors and actresses broke into song and started singing about his character, Scrooge. It was a spiteful song about his ways and his despise against Christmas. He carried on striding all over the stage and being horrible to the other merry wolves. He poked little girls singing carols in their faces, he knocked over mugs of cocoa and he swept biscuits to the floor and stamped on them.

In the corner of his eye he spied Belle leaning against one of the "lamp posts" and decided that she should be his next "target". He trotted over to her and spat: "Is that your lamp post?"

[Brownie]

Belle continued walking, pushing past villagers and ignoring beggars whom she thought had allergies as well. She needed to find something substantial for her growling stomach, which seemed to her as if all the audience could hear. She pushed and shoved, hustled and bustled, but never did she smell the sweet aroma of freshly cooked chestnuts, or hear the sound of chefs inviting people to try his half-frozen stew. She looked around, and suddenly there was a stir in the atmosphere. Everything seemed...Grey. Belle pondered as to what it could be, but instantly she knew what--or rather, who--it was.

"Scrooge..." Belle whispered to herself. At that moment, a green and sinister looking figure stormed in, pushing past pups with his cane and disrupting everything. The villagers broke into song, and suddenly Belle had a thought. She forgot her script! And what's more, the very script that had the lyrics to the song. She looked at the chorus, then at her frozen paws that were running to the back stage as quickly as possible.

Without warning, Belle trampled over a block of cheese which belonged to a mouse, apparently acting in the play as well. "Here," he whispered in a shrill voice. "you can have mine." Belle thanked the small mouse with a hug, taking the script. She sang along with the rest, making sure she sounded like she despised Scrooge. It was rather hard since she was singing and was therefor automatically blissful, but her bliss had quickly hid in a corner when that same green figure she was singing about came walking in her direction. Belle was now silent, but the rest continued singing.

"Is this your lamp post?" "Scrooge" spat, a sinister look in his eyes. What lamp post could he be talking about? Belle thought, turning to her side to see a "lamp post."

"Pardon me?" Belle replied, not knowing whether to say yes or no. She took a step back, not knowing what he was about to do.

[Marsh]

{ Oops I'm sorry, I got busy making graphics and completely forgot about this }

He watched Belle step back and the next noise that came out of his mouth was the most horrific noise anypup had ever heard - it was a wheezy cackle that sounded like a dieing animal and would've given anypup nightmares. "Is that your lamp post!" he repeated grinning as she started to shake "I didn't think so, you may now move from this PUBLIC lamp post and be on your way, off you pop!" snarled Bugaboo.

At this point he turned on his heel and hobbled over to the entrance of his money-lending business and thrust through the door. Where the blast was that Crachit? He was over 30 minutes late!

[Brownie]

Belle shrunk back as a terrible cackle emitted from Bugaboo's mouth. It sounded like a mix between metal scraping against glass, and a dying jack rabbit. She shivered in fright, the noise chilling her to the bone. "Is that your lamp post!" he laughed as Belle slowly backed away. She covered her ears in an attempt to stop the terrible noise, but her attempts were in vain. She stood there helplessly, pondering whether it was really Bugaboo the one making that noise or a crazed rodent.

"Heh..." she fake laughed, not really knowing what to do. The terrible noise ceased, and "Scrooge" now looked rather un-amused.

"I didn't think so, you may now move from this public lamp post and be on your way, off you pop!" he snarled, trudging forward. Belle hurriedly moved out of the way, but do to the cold slowing her down, was pushed out of the way by Bugaboo. She watched him until he was out of sight, and as he entered his office, the singing suddenly stopped. Oh well. I guess I'll just stay away from lamp posts and beggars, get something to eat, and prepare for my scene. And with that she walked off, doing the following.

[Marsh]

{ You write my lines better that I do xD, who will play Bob Crachit? I think we will need him to come in pretty soon }

He sat down at his desk and - continuing to mutter about Mr Crachit's unorganized, mess of a life - started to deftly count out the money to make sure he had enough for the Christmas loans, boy would he make a load of the peasants borrowing money from him and paying back way more than they should be.

Suddenly, the bell for the door rang as someone entered his office with a flourish. Not that nephew again! "How may I help you, Fred? Have you come to borrow some dosh?" he asked politely with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Fred was his sister's son and his only surviving relative.
"No uncle, I just wanted to invite you round to me house for Christmas dinner tomorrow! Whaddya say uncle?" said Fred merrily dancing and clapping around his office looking like a right idiot.
"Is that the one with the stupid stuffed turkey and the sickening sprouts?" he asked with hate glimmering in his eyes
"Sure thing uncle!" said Fred until he tripped up on the pouches of money and spilled the contents of them all over the floor but not noticing a thing. If Scrooge was not already angry he was even more filled with distaste for that man.
"You idiotic boy! I will not come to your, how do you say, Christmas Dinner. It's a whole load of hogwash, hooey and silliness!" and before Fred could even comment on the fact it was Christmas Scrooge intercepted this comment and said in its place "Bah Humbug!"

With this, Fred turned on his heel and strutted towards the door. At last minute he turned around and said these exact words to his unruly uncle "Well, even if you don't celebrate it, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!" before opening the door and God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen on his way out of the door.
"Bah Humbug!" yelled Scrooge after him. Now where was that Crachit! He was going the right way if he wanted to not get even one hour on Christmas day!

[Brownie]

(OOC: Lol, thanks. xD I think Bob Cratchit can be played by anyone for the time being, since nobody signed up for him.)

[M&M]

(OOC: Yeah, you both can even take turns if you would like. Though Ovin may play as him later on.
By the way, I'm quite enjoying reading this. You guys are doing good! )

[Marsh]

{ Thanks Misty, it's your turn to post Brownie so you can have a go at Bob Crachit first! }

[Brownie]

(OOC: Alrighty, then! :3)

Belle padded over to the backstage, taking down her parasol. She looked around, opening the wardrobe to find a light chestnut-brown griffon. Belle sighed with relief, gently nudging him out. "Scrooge is expecting you, you might want to hurry." she said with a slight laugh, though the griffon was not laughing at all. He quickly grabbed his hat and suit and flew off, shoving past villagers while slipping on his outfit. He skidded to a stop as he approached the door, not wanting to embarrass himself by tripping in front of the audience. He waved a friendly hello and greeted a cheerful "Merry Christmas" to Fred, whom he happened to spot making his way out of Scrooge's office. "Bob Cratchit" slowly opened the door, wiping his feet on the door mat. He swallowed hard, then lowered his head and walked up to his desk, grasping his pen with his talons and sliding a stack of papers towards him.

The room had a cold feel to it. It was a simple building made of spruce wood, with antique furniture. In the corner of the room was a small fire place where the dancing flames struggled to survive, emitting a dim light. On the opposite side of the room was a large book shelf which contained books of all varieties--other than color. Most had mundane, leather hardback covers, which suited the rest of the office. There were three or four windows which gave little light or comfort, displaying a scene of busy townspeople walking about, and poor beggars asking for alms. The building was rather worn down, and so were the people in it, including Scrooge, even though that wasn't one of his more noticeable traits, as Bob Cratchit assumed.

[Marsh]

"There you are!" he shouted at him watching Mr Cratchit innocently slide a stack of papers towards him "You're exactly 34 minutes late!" accused Scrooge peering at his pocket watch and glaring at the poor man.

The floorboards creaked as Bugaboo meaningfully stepped across them and spoke slowly so that the message would go across. "You're in danger of loosing your job Mr Cratchit, and we wouldn't want that now would we? I'm running a tight ship here mister and I can't deal with lazy idiots like you!"

[Brownie]

"I'm so very sorry, Mr. Scrooge!" Bob Cratchit said hurriedly. "It's just that I was getting some food...For my family...And tomorrow's Christmas day..." he said ashamed, looking at his talons. One of the co-workers started tugging on his suit.

"Ask him now." whispered a young puppy. Bob Cratchit sighed, looking at the fire.

"Mr. Scrooge, if you please...The book-keeping staff..." he paused as the co-workers whispered things in the back. "Would...Erm. They'd like to have an extra shovel of coal tonight." He finally said, flattening his crest.

"It's gotten awfully cold." One said.

"Yeah, you can't write when your shivering." Said another.

"Our pens have turned to pink-cicles!" Said a dragon in the back. Giggles erupted from the crowd, concealed in vein.

"It's 'ink-cicles!'" Bob Cratchit whispered. "Not 'pink-cicles!'" but he himself couldn't help smile, so an awkwardly hidden smirk curled up on his face. He cleared his throat, getting back into act.