day three - afternoon

[guestcontrol]

dreamland day three 34 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 30. Voting

Comments

[photoshot]

No, that's also a fair point. I have to wonder if a dog could lie...

But thank you for elaborating on your theory.

[photoshot]

I'll do that.

... Good luck with everything, Miss Edea. [ she'd said it before and meant it. she still means it, even if 'everything' entails execution. ]

[photoshot]

It's for all of her classmates. [ her remaining ones, anyway. here have the letter. ]

[photoshot]

[ juust handing over the letter, yes. ]

[edealistical]

[Her eyes will close and she'll nod slightly.]

Then... I'll be relying on you. Please do everything within your power to see this through.

[edealistical]

I also wish there can be another way... But somebody needs to be chosen at the end of this trial.

[She seems to have accepted this.]

It's for the best.

[harepiece]

[Oz apparently hasn't... EDEA... This more or less cements the idea that something has been done to the killers, though, so he's quiet for a few seconds. When he speaks again, it's softly.]

Is there really nothing that you can say to explain why...?

[edealistical]

I don't believe there's anything to explain... besides what I've already had the chance to say.

[A wholly unsatisfactory answer, she is sure, but that's what it will have to be.]