A producer has drawn the best living TV food personalities to make an “ultimate showdown” of tv food related personalities. Some are new, some are old hands - but will they band together against the toxic forces of reality tv or boil over in the pressure cooker of life in the public eye?

Who will end up on the chopping block? Who will get their own better and brighter TV deal? What scandals will sink their chances faster than a souffle?

Warning:swearing, adult themes, and spray on whipped cream. Written by someone who learned everything about the fine art of cuisine from TV.

You, dear one, are a student of the greatest spiritualist who has ever lived.
Under your master's tutelage, you have learned how to travel the roads of the heavens and open your heart to the voices of the dead.
You have witnessed the darkest secrets of the rich and powerful.
You have been a herald of the lost and a comfort to the found.
However, your talent has made you bitter. You squabble with your fellow students in a vain attempt to come first in your master's eyes.
Tonight you will prove that you are the best of your master's students, or you will lose yourself in the trying.

In short: it’s Mean Girls: the LARP, but with seances and astral projection instead of parties and burn books.

There’s talk of good tidings ahead. A celebration, they’re calling it. The dawn of a new era. The birth of an heir.

Officially, the Young Emperor has no spouse and no recognised heir. That has not stopped the people of the Verdelline Empire from spreading rumours about him and the good Lady Stolas, one of his most trusted advisors, as she is soon to have a child. Many people would point out that there is no evidence of any dalliance between the two, but what good is a wet blanket in the face of a juicy scandal?

Of course, there are more important things for people to worry about than whether or not some young man with a nice chair is about to become a father.

The past year and a half has been fraught with tension, with politics being less and less a matter of talking or warfare and more a matter of making one’s enemies simply… disappear. The air is thick with blood and magic, but only if you know where to look.

And, even so, the Young Emperor wishes to make a show of peace. He says he wishes to welcome the child of Lady Stolas into the world with a party like no other. He says he wishes to see better days ahead. Those wishes might just come true— if his enemies don’t come for him first.

Empty Vessels: Inheritance is a Renaissance-themed high-fantasy, high-intrigue game set in the world of Empty Vessels. It takes place one and a half years after the events of EV: Omens, but no prior knowledge is required to play.

Written by J Walton.

Partly inspired by Ursula K. Le Guin’s fantasy novel, The Tombs of Atuan (1971), this is a live-action game for 6-10 players, exploring sporadic events in the lives of a group of priestesses charged with serving dead spirits—spirits that are nameless, ancient, and often hostile.

The players will take turns portraying either the priestesses or the Nameless Dead in a series of scenes that are chronological but not clearly located in time. Moments, days, months, or years may pass between scenes. There is also no fixed ending to the game, so things continue in a cyclical pattern—even including characters dying or leaving the sisterhood and new characters being inducted as members—unless the characters themselves decide to break that pattern.

This is a ready to play game, and characters will be selected during the game. Recommended costume is "something black", and a black shawl or formless robe would be ideal (bring extras if you can). Markers for the dead will be provided.

A stack of one hundred greasy street-worn bills, American, takes up 6.89 cubic inches, or 112 milliliters. A paper bag, like the one you get your groceries packed in or like the one you are looking at right now, holds 1,428 cubic inches, or just north of 23 liters. That’s 207.25 stacks of cash if you filled it with mathematical perfection, which its previous owner clearly did not, but close enough. And if each stack was composed of 100 twenty dollar bills, the contents of the bag you are touching with such tender longing would be worth four hundred thousand of somebody else’s dollars, give or take. But there are some stacks of hundreds mixed in, and the bag you are holding lovingly in your arms isn’t full-full, so it all evens out at half a million dollars like somebody planned it.

Because somebody did. And chances are they are going to miss their grocery bag as much as you love it.

We will be playing this Fiasco Playset (by Jason Morningstar), adapted into a LARP format: a series of lovingly improvised scenes about people with lots of ambition and no impulse control in a high pressure situation. What could go wrong?

Written by Betsy Isaacson

Three mysterious travelers, all hailing from Victorian London, run into one another at a place of great power and mystery -- the famed Cave of Elixir. Within the cave there are six potions, which could perhaps grant their deepest desires, and they all seem heedless of any price they might have to pay.

Alexander Clay doesn't age and doesn't die -- he's as beautiful now as he was at twenty-five. This wicked immortal has spent heartless decades seducing and discarding a string of innocent lovers. What could he possibly want with a cave of potions and wishes? He already has eternal life at his fingertips, so what could be worth risking madness and destruction?

Vesper Von Eternity lives a life of danger and adventure on the edges of the empire. She's stared down tigers, tamed snakes, studied with mystics and riddled with rajahs. In more "civilized" climes, the public thrills to reprinted accounts of her exploits. But some tragedies can't be averted with fame or guts or brains, so Vesper is determined to claim the magic she needs before it's too late.

Edgar Eakins might have been celebrated for his genius in a more tolerant age, but his obsessions and eccentricities have left him on the outskirts of London society. This shabby, sunken, despised man is rumored to have wrought hellish wonders in his taboo scientific experiments. His true goals, however, remain unknown...

It is no coincidence that these three have come across one another. Now they must parley, and palaver, and gamble their fortunes, and risk their very lives -- and drink.

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Note Drink Me is only 1-hour long
Trigger warnings: Suicide; Sexuality

The Nuclear Option is dead. Time to deal with the fallout. The villain was killed by their nemesis, Legend, in a battle that will not soon be forgotten. You and your fellow villains have agreed to a ceasefire, so you can pay your respects to the greatest villain of all time. Tensions are high. Secrets abound. Villains don’t play well with others, and no one can be certain if the ceasefire will even be honoured.

Of course, there’s also the issue of the Villain that hasn’t shown up yet. The three new Villains, who no one has heard of, and the hero that has infiltrated the funeral.

Are you strong enough, wily enough, enough of a villain to make it through the night?

Well. You’ll find out soon enough. Won’t you?

Content Warnings: Mind control (and related loss of bodily autonomy), romance, hidden identities

All is not well in the tribe of Gro'ach the Mutilator. The band's traditional pastimes of fighting, feasting, swearing and more fighting have been interrupted by yesterday's visit by a flying unicorn. We hate unicorns! They're too pink! And shiny! And nice! We hate nice! Of course, the tribe ate her, and she tasted great, but just before she went in the pot she announced "I will live on - in you!" Now it's the morning after, and everyone has a helluva hangover and is feeling strange disconcerting bodily sensations. And did Klurg just throw up... sparkles?

Save Gro'ach's tribe in Curse of the Unicorn!

You are an ancient and powerful Vampire of great renown and prestige. You are travelling to VampireCon, a gathering held every fifty years in the town of Tumblewold. You are taking the overnight train (to protect your delicate complexion), and have booked a first class ticket, as befits your wealth and status.

Unfortunately, instead of a feast of upper class mortals, this train car is occupied by several other vampires who had the same idea, every single one of whom are ingrates and vagabonds.

You are a member of a new-age cult, run by two charismatic leaders. They have invited you, and several of your rivals, to an exclusive event where you must prove your worthiness to become their new Left Hand. Only one will be chosen.

Can you navigate the toxic environment of manipulation, constant scrutiny, and bitter rivalries to be the chosen one? What inner mysteries of the cult can you discover? And what happened to the last Left Hand, whose place you are vying for?

Notes:
- This has nothing to do with Lovecraftian mythos. The intention is for it to be dark and intense, exploring the manipulative tactics of real-world cults.
- Two players will be cast as the cult leaders. This will come with a bit of extra reading, but also extra knowledge/power/scope to make up aspects of the cult. The cult leaders will spend a significant part of the LARP interviewing candidates.

Content warnings:
Intense emotions, seriously unhealthy relationships (potentially one-sided and/or involving infidelity), gaslighting and manipulation, verbal/emotional abuse, financial and emotional exploitation, drugs, murder, suicide, religion