day one - afternoon

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dreamland day one 41 players remaining. [As the day wears on into the afternoon, the dead aren't getting any deader. It's late in the afternoon, and the air is beginning to cool, when the chimes play again over the park loudspeaker. "All of us here at Dreamland wish you luck, guests! Let's meet up in the Hall of Mirrors!" Wherever you are, it's time to make your way over to the House of Horrors, where you'll have to brave the funhouse to find the room on the top floor. Don't delay, or your guest identification bracelet will begin beeping. The House of Mirrors is a large room, more than capable of fitting a crowd. Tall mirrors line every wall, and the door you entered through seems to vanish into a mirror as well. The mirrors give the impression that many, many more are among your number, standing in the background. In the back is a jar filled with blank raffle tickets. You'll have to take a ticket, write down a name, and place it back in the jar. Hopefully you already know who you're voting for, but if not, you only have time for a brief discussion before you're out of time. rulebook character statuses private conversations graveyard Voting will close at 10 PM EST on Sept 24. Voting

Comments

[mediumburgers]

Yeah, I agree. There's got to be something else for us to argue about that might help us.

[terci]

Yeah like motivation and reason for them to kill! Or.. if anyone might've heard the murder or something.

[mediumburgers]

The motives would have to be pretty big things, right? Things bigger than Mabel's cute stickers, at least. Which would be pretty hard, her stickers are really cute.

[terci]

[He laughs a little and nods]

I'm guessing they might have hostages or like, they're using the bombs to scare them into killing?

[mediumburgers]

Hostages... that would be really awful. It's bad enough for everyone here. Hm, if it was the bombs that would mean the VIPs are people who care more about themselves living than others. Not that I could blame them if they didn't want to get blown up.

[terci]

Yeah I wouldn't really blame them either... [It's kind of sad to think about, honestly.]