day one - aftermath

[guestcontrol]

dreamland day one 41 players remaining. As the voting period comes to an end, a bell goes off from the ticket machine, and the metal bars blocking the tunnel at the end of the Hall of Mirrors lifts. A voice speaks over the loudspeaker: "Attention, guests! Please make your way onto the ride! For your safety, keep your hands and arms inside and do not attempt to leave your seat!" Through the tunnel, single cars on a track stop and wait for each remaining player to step on. Don't dawdle, or your bracelet will begin to beep a warning. Once in a car, the safety bar locks you tightly inside, unable to move. The car trundles along a dark, twisting track, nearly veering into cartoonish obstacles, but veering away at the last moment. Music and cackling laughter echoes loudly through the ride as you drive faster and faster. Suddenly, your car seems about to veer off to the left, through a set of tall doors, before abruptly spinning off to the right. With a powerful jerk, each car comes to the end of the ride. The safety bar lifts, and you can leave. It seems no one was executed tonight, but a list of votes has been pinned to the wall for your perusal. You now have the rest of the evening to explore the park, before night comes again. character statuses private conversations This is a general post-vote mingle encompassing the time from the end of the trial (about 5 PM until the fireworks at 11 PM). You are encouraged and welcome to backtag discussions in this post until the next day post, or to have afternoon private conversations.

Comments

[perfectstrike]

And? What of it?

It is too late now to go back. The only thing we can do is move forward.

If nothing else, be thankful that another innocent person was not killed tonight.

[photonement]

Not yet... but... when we go to bed--! It's gonna happen again... and if they don't go for Levi... they're gonna just pick some random person who didn't choose this at all and nobody will be protecting them... maybe even two people.

[perfectstrike]

And what good will panicking do any of us?

[Peko reaches back as if she might draw her shinai to illustrate her point better, but is stopped by two things -- one, pointing a weapon at Koizumi is Not Allowed, and two, she doesn't. Have. Her shinai.]

If we are to solve this, we must remain calm, and think clearly. We have been through too much already to be stopped at this stage. The people on the island -- you want to return to them, do you not? Then all you can do is keep your eyes open and think clearly. Panic and fear will only aid the enemy.

[Does she realize the irony in talking to Koizumi about returning to the island? Yes. And is she turning a bit pale at skirting around things from the island? Yes again. But it has to be said.]

[photonement]

[Mahiru's teeth and arms are tense; she shuts her lips and hides her hands behind her back. No matter how hard she tries, she can't focus ; it's like she picked up her vintage twin lens reflex camera by accident, and now her face is full of dust, her head is heavier than she had gotten used to (bandages or not)... worst of all, she can't make her eyes focus. The image of Peko is unsteady beyond the double vision Mahriu's experiencing. Narrowing her eyes barely stabilizes the sight at all.]

We're never going back to that island. You won't allow it. [The memorized single use evidence bullet hovers in her inventory, and the debate round times out without her using it.]

There's so much to do... escape from here... make contact with our friends... evacuate them... we gotta be careful every step of the way. Think rationally, [the saddest adverb of all] that's right.

[She turns her head to the north.]

That reminds me--Have to get in dinner, too... I think there's some rice left over from earlier. What about you, Peko-chan?

[It's the kind of subtle excuse that Peko always makes in a much more mechanical manner, and Mahiru does want to understand why she's that way. Later.]