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dreamsland2014-10-03 03:39 pm
guestcontrol) wrote in dreamsland2014-10-03 03:39 pm
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day four - afternoon
 [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. character statuses private conversations graveyard Voting will close at 11 PM EST on October 3. |
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Sorry Tanaka and Missile-chan, you're probably gonna be mad at me. [ as she liked missile quite a lot........and it would screw doge over a little bit
Nui reaches in the folds of her dress to withdraw a paper and a photograph of herself. The letter is: ]
Listen, human, and tremble!
I, Calamity's Dark Blade: the Avenging Miss-L, Revered Demon Detective of the Spirit Realm, now speak unto you. Heed my words or fear my wrath!
I possess the images of all the beings who have trespassed into my park. On the images of those who are cleared of suspicion, I have emblazoned my own true symbol, made with the power of my sharpened and glistening fangs. Those possessing such an image have been examined by me, and have been deemed...acceptable. If you do need to compare the symbols, there is a photo of my own visage with these markings hidden under the cans of sweet potatoes in the kitchen.
Should you come to see a shredded photo, however, do not hesitate! That fiend has been judged, and has been found wanting!
These photos and this message are my totems of protection. Keep it secret, keep it safe. And above all, do not offend me, or you will know my dreadful wrath.
Now, feed me for my efforts, ensuring the meagre offering you bestow upon me contains neither overmuch sodium nor tiny bones upon which I could choke.
Tread carefully now,
[ at the bottom is a vaguely Satanic-looking symbol with a pawprint design. Nui's photo clearly has Missile-shaped bite marks in it, but is intact. ]
Missile-chan gave this to me earlier today.
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[Looking at this. Wow. He's never seen this before. Huh. How unusual.]
Very well. I cannot speak for Francis, but you are innocent.
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You idiot! Look at all this time we've wasted when we could have been talking about someone else!
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If we spare her today, the VIPs will just get her tonight. And if they don't, then we know that her buddy is a VIP and we'll just have to repeat this whole drama tomorrow.
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