day four - afternoon

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dreamland day four 31 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 11 PM EST on October 3. Voting

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[chronic]

Voting 'no one' is worse, man.

[eventhandler]

...Fine. If that is so, then Francis is it. But if we eliminate him and he turns out to be another regular guest...

[He looks disgusted.]

Who is better, us, or those VIPs? We both kill the innocent...

[chronic]

We'll rue the moralistic bullshit tomorrow. Right now, it's all we got.

[jingler]

Royce, there is no middle here.

We are already murderers twice over, both for Levi and Edea. It's a fact.

[eventhandler]

...You're right.

I'll vote for Francis. May...may we be right, this time around...

[billows]

There's no reason to vote for me.

[foetida]

Then who do you suggest, Mr. Abernathy?

Defending yourself like this...isn't going to get you anywhere. You have to give us the name of someone you suspect other than yourself.

[billows]

Fine. Gundam Tanaka. For some reason, he's intent on killing me.

[chronic]

...He's practically our detective's interpreter.

[billows]

If he's innocent, why is he targeting me?

[chronic]

If you're innocent, why are you targeting him, the only person that's been able to dog-whisper our way to clarity.

[billows]

Because he's targeting me. [ Incredible logic. ] That's the sign of a VIP.

[chronic]

[ he's 10 he can't handle this he can only pretend to be smart for so long ]

Then the burden of proof is on both of you to show why the other would be deadly.

[billows]

Well, just look at him.

[chronic]

He looks like a emo goth vampire idiot but that doesn't mean he's evil.

[billows]

[ He doesn't know what half of that means but he agrees. ] The problem is he doesn't even dress well for the part. If you ask me, he's trying awfully hard.

[chronic]

That whole scene tries too hard. They need to spend less time worshiping Cthulhu and more time with Jesus.

[billows]

So if we vote for him, we can at least give him a proper, holy funeral. Possibly save his soul.

[chronic]

Nah, he won't be going to heaven. Nobody does unless they're Mormon.

[ i'm so sorry for my canon ]

[billows]

God, are you one of them? [ Look at this Catholic judgement. ]

[chronic]

God, no. One once moved into the neighborhood and I almost lost my best friend to him.

[billows]

My, it's hard enough with the protestants. Anyway, you seem like a reasonable young man. Don't do anything rash.

[chronic]

...Yeah. We still got some time. We'll see.