Mafia in Space!

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Two murders in the night? I don’t like the sound of this… Everyone’s pointing fingers at d_redguy. I can’t say I agree. Look at 'im, muttering to himself about chupacabras and the like. He’s off, I think. And I certainly don’t think the murders were the work of a crazy guy.

Super Gnat looks just as nuts, it seems. He’s going on in his foil hat about d_redguy being some kind of mutant space alien. Is this a space ship or a psycho ward?

Who’s that jumping around over there? Oh, Kantalooppi, if I remember correctly. He looks awfully nervous. Did he do it? Perhaps he’s worried someone will find him out… Yeah, my money’s on Kantalooppi. I say we go for him. Too suspicious, if you ask me.

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[clarification]I’m a she! I’m a she![/clarification]

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poiema has heard the buzz about ship that a murderer lurks among the passengers. she walks quietly among the others, taking quick mental notes of the actions and reactions of her fellow travelers.

“hmmmm…that thizzlewit has barely moved since all of this happened. he’s just been sitting there by himself sipping that drink. i wonder… but then, sir dirx has been looking around at everyone as if he’s scared they might know something about him…he definitely has something to hide. i wonder what it could be.”

she walks around to the far side of the room. looking back, she sees notices ronincyberpunk swallow something that looks like a pain killer.

“he looks like he’s feeling guilty for some reason…what could he possibly…oh my gosh!!! it was him!! ronincyberpunk is the killer!”

quickly glancing around, poiema sees that the closest person to her is thizzlewit. she makes her way over to where he sits at the bar nursing his drink. she nods to the bartender and sits down shakely, stunned by her revelation…“i’ll have what he’s having.”

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Feeling his head clear from the light headache and the remnants of the hang over he heads up to his room to change clothes and relax. He’s not a fighter, he’s a lover. Or so he tells himself.

He takes a shower, gets some clean clothes on and freshens up. He heads back down to the on ship movie theatre and settles in for a nice comedy.

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I had a really bad experience on Mars. I’m thinking with a name like ** d_redguy **, he’s from there. Maybe he even knows the guy who jilted me. Yep, my vote’s for him.
-Lil

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That said, anyone interested in discussing a business proposition with me, maybe in this lovely hot tub? I’ll bring the refreshments.
-Lil

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Ferg sits quietly, watching the situation spiral out of control. Now they’re talking about lynchings? What happened to the great human civilisation?

“Still”, he thought, “if they’re going to hang somebody, I’d better make sure it’s not me.”

With a heavy heart and an apologetic look, Ferg joined the faceless crowd, calling for d_redguy’s blood.

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Mirror sat quietly in the corner of the room, stunned by her bloodthirsty companions. Unnoticed, she stood and slipped out of the room before she could see anything worse.

She wasn’t sure, but she had her suspicions that d_redguy was not a killer. There was another person who had stirred her interest: XWalrus2.

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“I can’t believe this!” d_redguy exclaimed,“You are all actually talking about killing me!!”

“So what’s the scam here, are you all in cahoots? Or are you just scared? Bah. Of course your scared. Two people died last night. ‘I got an idea, lets kill some more people!’ What a bunch of crap. I’ll tell ya what, you bastards. I’m changing my vote.”

“I vote that we kill nobody. If you all are going to kill me, I’m going to die knowing that I wasn’t responsible for anyone else having suspicion cast on them unwarranted. Not that I couldn’t turn the tables around just as easy.”

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He’s trying to explain himself, that’s not very average citizenlike! Get 'im!

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“Heh. Nice. Is that another vote?”

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So far I have gotten 6 votes for d_redguy(one of which is email). And 3 for others. So, we must reach a majority of 15 before we can proceed to the lynch and then to Night, if you guys didn’t know.

Good stories so far, but the votes don’t have to be RP’ed, as one player asked.

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[Aslan: I emailed you and then remembered to post here, so make sure you don’t double count me… sorry if it caused confusion]

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"Ya hear that, everyone? d_redguy is voting that we do nothing. That’s right, nothing. It is a mathematical certainty that if we simply stand by and kill no one, the mafia will kill us all; therefore, d_redguy is voting to kill us all. I conclude that d_redguy must be either suicidal or part of the mafia.

“Fellow passengers, vote with caution. Barkeep, I’ll have another lemonade.”

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This mob mentality is making Lisa-go-Blind uncomfortable. “My crewmates are calling for a murder just because he was brave enough to introduce himself to us! He seems like such a nice guy. Why don’t we give him a chance?”
Lisa searches the spaceship for relief. Another passenger, Mirror Image egamI rorriM, seems as disgusted by the display as she. Lisa follows Mirror Image’s gaze: she is watching XWalrus2. Lisa catches Mirror Image’s eye, as if to say, “If it’s good enough for you, it’s good enough for me.”

My vote: XWalrus2.

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poiema glances nervously over at thizzlewit as he sips another lemonade.

“how can you be so certain it’s d_redguy?” she asks hesitantly. “i mean, it could be anybody.”

she glances around the bar nervously, looking around for ronincyberpunk to make sure he is still on the far side of the room. “he’s gone!” she mutters to herself. “where could he be hiding???”

her hands trembling with fear, poiema looks at the bartender. “i’ll have another one of these as well.”

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percypercy notices the conspicious lack of her fellow travellers in the hot tub. With a sigh, she decides to return to the bar to see where the winds are blowing. No one will meet her eye. This isn’t quite the relaxing cruise through the galaxy she had planned. She grabs a seat at the bar and signals the bartender.
-Lil

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Biting his straw, Thizzlewit ponders for a moment, before answering poiema’s question. “I didn’t say d_redguy was definitely part of the mafia. I said he was either part of the mafia, or suicidal.”

“It’s simple logic, really. Today, the only concrete evidence we have is the two dead bodies found earlier this morning. Unfortunately, those corpses tell us of nothing save the existence of two killers somewhere among the passengers of this ship. As I have explained already, to have any chance of staying alive, we must choose to lynch someone, but with a complete and utter lack of concrete evidence, how do you choose who to lynch? It’s a difficult choice, one that no human should ever have to face. But the fact remains, we must face it today, and use every shred of evidence at our disposal to make the best choice possible.”

Thizzlewit leans forward on his barstool, resting his elbows on the bar and folding his hands together.

“That’s why I believe we should lynch d_redguy. See, when I first voted for hi, I was taking a wild guess, but now, as I mentioned earlier, we have valid reason to think he is a mental case or a mafioso. No, I don’t know he’s the killer. I don’t even think he’s the killer; however, I believe that his words have indicated that he is more likely to be the killer than any other passenger we know of right now. If we lynch any other passenger, we’re just shooting in the dark, so to speak. If we lynch d_redguy, at least we have some reason to suspect him.”

“Of course, I could have missed some important clues that could point toward other suspects. Can you enlighten me as to why you suspect ronincyberpunk, or did you choose randomly, as I did at first?”

A slight smile tugs at the corners of Thizzlewit’s mouth. “Hrmm… I supose if I’m likely to die before I reach my destination, I might as well be a gentleman on the way. Barkeep! The lady’s drinks are on me.”

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"Of course the evirl space arien wants ush to do nurfing! That’s sho that he can feasht on our brain waves and kill ush at is pleashure!

Barrkeep, anudder vodka on da rocks. An dis time, make shure it has ishe in it! Y’hear me!

Gee, I dun feel sho good. Mebbe I shoud go ta bed now. Shee y’all in the mornin… exchept for you, d_redguy, heh heh heh.

Apologies for my meager attempts at making a “drunk” accent. You get the idea.

Also, Aslan, will the death scenes give any clues to who the killer is?

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“I hear you flapping you gums over there, Thizzlewit. Pretty thin reasoning if you ask me. Let me just test my understanding of what you are saying, if I may. I don’t want us to kill anybody, because we have no evidence. Thus, we have just as good a chance to kill a tourist as we do one of these mafioso. So therefore, I’m indirectly condemning someone to death. So I must be mafioso. So you want to condemn me to death. Nice tight little logic circle that you have there.”

d_redguy shifts in his seat, looking directly into Thizzlewit’s eyes,“The mafioso may hit tonight. You all know I’m a reporter. I know I’m a bad one, or else my boss wouldn’t a set me up in this tin can in the cheapest room he could find to send me to some damn worthless planet to watch the natives rub blue mud into their bellybuttons.”

“But they don’t want a reporter here. ronincyberpunk made that clear enough in his little drunken soliloquy. So why bother lynching me? They’re gonna take me out anyway. Find some other scapegoat, my friend, because I’m not it.”

“Unless, of course, you want this gang of folks here to do the dirty work for you. In which case you are gonna have to present a better argument, because the lady hear seems smarter than that. She isn’t going to just toss someones life away because a charming young buck bought her a drink.”