day two - afternoon

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dreamland day two 39 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 September 27. Voting

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What would you like Mr. Kuzuryuu to be remembered for?

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[There's a quiet noise at that as Peko's eyes go wide, one hand rising to cover her mouth. She's obviously cycling through several different options, each of them only upsetting her more as tears fill her eyes. Her other hand clutches her opposite side, as if holding herself together.]

That is...

[She turns away, knuckles going wide as she grips into her own skin to try to stay composed.]

His...

[There are so many things about him that people she know. But if there were only one thing, it's not what Peko would remember about him. It's what she thinks he would want.]

He... is a capable leader. There is no one... who deserves to be called the Super High School Level Yakuza... more than he...

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[ ... writing this down, yes. she's a reporter, and not a particularly sensitive one in the first place. she has to ask the hard questions. ]

I apologize for asking. I know this is difficult for you.

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If you write anything negative about him... I will break your hand.

[Peko it doesn't sound like an impressive threat when you're close to tears, but hopefully the intense glare through said sheen of tears makes up for it.]

Please do not force me to do that. He deserves every... every ounce of respect someone of his station should be granted.

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I understand. Though I don't know him well, I promise I'll try to make it as respectful as I can.

[perfectstrike]

That is all I can ask for.

[Thank you? Thank... okay, no, apparently Peko isn't able to verbally thank her. She just dips her head in a brief bow to show her thanks.]