day four - afternoon

[guestcontrol]

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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[foetida]

Unless they convert someone who has a role. Or someone people trusted with information. It also makes all of the investigation results so far completely useless.

Is there really a right and a wrong anymore? I just...[A swallow.] I just want to go home. I'm tired of all this.

[harepiece]

That's... also true. [Oz frowns, since it's not like he hasn't considered that angle before. It's just that one set of potential risks has outweighed the others, to him.

That said, the frown abates to a degree when she finishes that up, and he shakes his head once.]

Right and wrong is a bad way of phrasing it. In the end, it just comes down to what we believe. ["Our will".] ...I can't do much to help, but if you want, I can make you breakfast tomorrow.

[foetida]

That sounds nice and pretty until you remember that there's a whole group of people here who believe killing innocent people is fine. And I'm not just talking about the VIPs either.

[A scowl - she's too fed up with this whole situation to bother pretending to be polite.] ...fine. But it'd better be good.

[harepiece]

[More silence at that, because now isn't the time to go into lengthy sprawling debates on morals. He doesn't seem to hold her lack of politeness against her at all, at least.]

It won't be oatmeal, I promise.