day two - afternoon

[guestcontrol]

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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[perfectstrike]

Multiple blows would not require something as heavy as a sledgehammer.

[Peko... doesn't think you're quite cleared yet, sorry friend.]

Adrenaline and panic would lend strength to even a smaller weapon. Such as a bat. Or a rod.

[eventhandler]

This is true.

[He doesn't seem to be upset or surprised at the fact that she might still be suggesting he did it - he just nods, stroking his chin with a thumb.]

Do you, ah, think that the VIPs were in a state of panic...? I would imagine, with their weapons, they would feel in control...

But, why the bullets, then? Why use the bullets? To keep him down, as Dipper said...? Hm.

[He drifts into silence, frowning, talking more to himself than to her.]

Why, indeed...

[perfectstrike]

I do. He... would not back down. He would fight back, unless the assailant was one which he could not fight. And even then... [EVEN THEN SHE HAS HER DOUBTS. KUZURYUU'S NOT EXACTLY THE BEST AT JUDGING WHEN A FIGHT IS TOO HARD FOR HIM.]

But if someone, someone you perceive as a threat, is fighting back in spite of being shot... panic would be a natural recourse, especially for one not versed in weaponry. Which would explain the excessive force of the wound.

[eventhandler]

...I guess this explains why he was lying down face up instead of face down.

[He faced his attackers. Faced them head on, brave, ready to take on the fight...]

No, no, you have a point. Very good point. They would not...expect for him to fight back. And then, the bludgeoning, that was done very...sloppily. Quickly. To kill him and get it over with.