Sir Dirx, sitting near the bar, listened to Thizzlewit put forth his idea and subsequent vote. “This time, I agree with you,” he said, nodding in his direction. "I, too, thought it was a bit odd how she was so eager to vote to lynch XWalrus2, and then he was suddenly killed during the night. Mafia killed by mafia… I can’t understand the motivation, but perhaps Mirror Image was the killer here.
I see more reasoning in this logic than the random accusations against poor Poiema."
poiema stood at the bar, incredulous at the accusations that were flying through the air.
“wait a minute!” she cried. “i’m not a mafioso. i’m just trying to go on vacation - a much needed one from the intergalactic space library, i might add.”
she sat down on the nearest stool, seeing the futility of trying to rationalize with the angry crowd. “i’m innocent,” she said quietly. " and if something happens to me, who’ll take care of my dog and my cats?"
she looked pleadingly at thizzlewit. “help me, please. you have the best logic in the group. i know i thought d_redguy was innocent, but i was wrong. please don’t let them make the same mistake with me that i made with him.”
with a heavy sigh, poiema looked back at the crowd. “i’m with thizzlewit. and barkeep, i’ll have one of what he’s having with two straws, please.”
Percypercy strode into the bar. The aura of fear was almost palpable. She made her way to a table and ordered some much-needed food. Seeing the crowd begin to call for ** poiema’s ** blood, she sighed and stood.
“I may not trust ** Thizzlewit** but he’s right in this case, ** poiema ** shouldn’t be lynched just because she trusted ** d_redguy **. You’d have to come up with a better reason than that before I’d help you lynch her.”
With that, percypercy sat down, content that at least she had said what she had been thinking even if the frightened mob refused to listen.
Mirror, who had been sitting in the corner of the bar, listened to the murmured conversation at the bar. She heard her name, then “lynch vote.”
A shot of fear coursed through her. She stood up and shouted, “Hey! You can’t lynch me! I was wrong about d_redguy, it’s true, but not about XWalrus2! He was a killer, and he would have gone on killing if I hadn’t brought up his name!”
Everyone turned around and looked at her. She shrank, feeling everyone’s eyes on her, but she didn’t move.
Ferg had to vote for one of them, that was obvious. He had to keep the lynching mob away from himself. (Because he didn’t want to die, and because he really was inncocent)
Yesterday it was obvious, d_redguy had a clear majority of the vote, at least in the beginning. Now, which one should Ferg vote for? Which woman should he declare his suspicions about, when in truth he was suspicious of everybody.
Not quite knowing what to do, he quietly reached into his pocket and flipped a coin.
“Wait a minnit, Wait a minnit…” grumbles a voice from the back of the room. “You are all voting someone because they wanted a mafia dead? Since when has THAT ever been suspicious?” The bear cleared his throat, a horrible phlegmy roaring, and continued. “There are a few things we have to worry about. The foremost in my mind, which noone has brought up… is… who killed XWalrus2? Surely his own group wouldn’t kill him, would they? Are we dealing with two killing groups, or did his own party turn against him? He was clearly mafia, and yet clearly the mafia did him in. We have had one mafia kill per night, not giving any signs that there’s two groups, however, we could have doctors lurking among us with their medipacs. Still a strange thing, is it not?”
Shrewd eyes wander around the room, evaluating each being’s expression. "I say Mirror is low on the worry list. That’s not CLEARING Mirror, but I think we have other players to concern us more. I would tend to look after the lurkers who shirk in the corners of the room and wait for others to do their dirty work for them. And as ronincyberpunk pointed out, aaaaaarrgg has not said a word at all in here… and as first lurker alphabetically, I’d like to kear from them. Vote: aaaaaarrgg
[ooc]One note of preparation - it happens that people lose interest in a game, and disappear for good. If the bandwagon gets to near lynching and the game stalls, we have to decide what to do. Normally, the person is notified that they are close to death by email, and then either they’re replaced or lynched. Both options suck, but at least the replacement gets a chance to say “no, no, wait, I’m the cop, don’t lynch me” if they’re the cop. sigh[/ooc]
Pardon me, Mirror, but if I remember correctly, we didn’t lynch XWalrus2. We lynched d_redguy. The mafia killed XWalrus2 during the night. How did you stop him by bringing up his name? Do the mafia base their decisions on your recommendations?
“Who? Me? Listen, miz’ Blind, you shouldn’t lynch me just because I’m sexy, intelligent, and talkative; after all, I’ve been a major assho-- err, asset to the party so far. I lead the lynching party that introduced d_redguy to the uncomfortable out-of-doors yesterday, and he turned out to be an assassin. Doesn’t that count for something?”
“well,” she said. “it appears you have decided to lynch me. i don’t know what to say…”
someone, she couldn’t see who, pointed the molecular reallocation phaser at her. she closed her eyes.
“please don’t let it hurt…”
minutes later, poiema’s friends are notified of the death of the innocent intergalactic space librarian.
[ooc] how fun this was!!! i’d love to7 play again! even if i do die! sorry my death wasn’t as dramatic as the pervious ones. long work day at the intergalactic library, you know. [/ooc]
Alright guys, it is night action time. It means send me your love, your children, those little green things with presidents on them… er, I mean Nighr Actions.
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