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

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[paws_and_rewind]

[ He gets the general idea of it, it seems! (The host of arguments cropping up doesn't hurt.)

...Maybe this is more like unfair in his favor. Nothing about this game is all that fair, really! He feels a little bad for her, but, like... not bad enough to take back anything he's barked! Maybe he could have done better yesterday, but all he can do now is run forward!

This translates to a sharp bark and a serious stare. His tail is up and his chest is puffed out as only a pomeranian can puff.

She's not going to hurt any of his friends, not ever again! ]

[edealistical]

[so... fluffy.......]

Can I at least pet you once before you attack?

[paws_and_rewind]

[ She might be a dangerous person, even scarier than Peko in a way... but Missile isn't all that used to this enemy thing. Besides... she's going to die tonight, and because of him, at that! Dogs are supposed to help and protect and comfort people, not get them killed!

...ALL RIGHT! BUT HE WON'T LIKE IT! ]

[edealistical]

[good
now she can die doesn't even matter what happens here anymore.

Edea will smile a little as she ruffles Missile's head briefly, hesitates... and gives him a small hug.]

[paws_and_rewind]

[ What was all that about?!

SERIOUSLY MIXED CANINE FEELINGS.

He's not making any vocal objections, even if he looks a little bit unhappy. ]