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

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[mediumburgers]

[ Welp. Maya dials back the cheer. ]

Of course it matters... but we can't bring back the dead. All we can do is try to find out who killed them. Thing is, we don't have enough evidence yet. The only piece we do have is that note, which we can't totally trust without anything to back it up. So until we have more evidence, or information, or anything... there's not much we can do unless we want to execute someone who could be innocent. Which we don't want.

I think for now, we're stuck.

[cheats]

[ The fact that she's taking it more seriously now too makes him deflate, and for the better. It's upsetting, because even as the Queen's Watchdog, this was different. ]

...Ugh.

[ He just grumbles to himself at first, but then nods. ]

No, you're... right. But I hate that. This isn't... fair.

[ Even though he's a grumpy little shit, he's still just thirteen, so the casual conversations have seemed callous to him. ]