day four - aftermath

[guestcontrol]

dreamland day four 28 players remaining. As the voting period comes to an end, a bell goes off from the ticket machine, and the metal bars blocking the tunnel at the end of the Hall of Mirrors lifts. A voice speaks over the loudspeaker: "Attention, guests! Please make your way onto the ride! For your safety, keep your hands and arms inside and do not attempt to leave your seat!" Through the tunnel, single cars on a track stop and wait for each remaining player to step on. Don't dawdle, or your bracelet will begin to beep a warning. Once in a car, the safety bar locks you tightly inside, unable to move. The car trundles along a dark, twisting track, nearly veering into cartoonish obstacles, but veering away at the last moment. Music and cackling laughter echoes loudly through the ride as you drive faster and faster. Suddenly, your car veers off to the left, through a courtroom, where a towering cartoon judge threatens to bang a gavel. Your car jerks and evades, but somewhere, before one car can pass, the gavel comes down and the car spins off to the side, through a dark doorway. Each car comes to the end of the ride, but doesn't stop, and instead jerks into motion and, even faster, veers through the ride a second time. This time, your car does not enter the courtroom, but the doors to your left nonetheless open, showing instead of a courtroom a red room burning with cartoon flames. Above the flames hangs a corpse in a noose. The body of Francis Abernathy hangs from a white rope noose, as a cackling voices pronounces: Innocent! The ride turns away once more, and comes to a stop. A list of votes has been posted on the wall. You now have the rest of the evening to explore the park, before night comes again. character statuses private conversations graveyard This is a general post-vote mingle encompassing the time from the end of the trial (about 5 PM until the fireworks at 11 PM). You are encouraged and welcome to backtag discussions in this post until the next day post, or to have afternoon private conversations.

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nightfall

[guestcontrol]

[Around five minutes before the fireworks signal the start of the night, Miko's and Nui's bracelets will start to beep even louder and faster than before. The detonator in their chests will explode right when the fireworks begin to go off. On both bracelets is displayed the words: REGULAR GUEST.]

[godwhisperer]

[Standing outside the ride as everyone gets off, arms crossed.]

It is as I said. The responsibility is mine. And I will accept whatever that entails.

[perfectstrike]

It was not your decision alone.

[Literally... stands right next to him...]

[godwhisperer]

It was. The one who acts must be prepared for the consequences of those actions. I will not share that with even you, Peko Pekoyama, nor would I have shared the glory if I was right.

[mediumburgers]

If the responsibility is yours... then why do I still feel like I messed up?

[godwhisperer]

You're wise to recognize the will of causality in this outcome. Yet, it is I, Gundam Tanaka, who is the master of all future destinies.

[poyoyon]

...Hey hey hey! Ibuki messed up, too! All of us did, right?! It's not just Gundam-chan.

[ Although he suggested Francis, they all...went with it...........

Ibuki's in no better shape than she ever is after seeing or finding dead bodies: pale and shaky, and pushing her hair away from her face as she tries to keep from freaking out to the point of incoherency. ]

[godwhisperer]

If I am to forge a path ahead, I alone will bear the brunt of the destruction that results.

[murimurimuri]

We... all made our votes.

[godwhisperer]

Yes. We did.

Final moments

[shoutoku_administrator]

[Yup, the beeping is speeding up. That can only meen one thing.]

...Well, that's it then.

I'd like to apologize to you all. Again and again, I tried to be a leader, but my actions only ever caused more suffering and disaster. I have failed in everything I undertook since I came here, and now...

[Miko sighs, then turns away, if only to hopefully direct the eventual carnage away from the others.]

My wife tells me that being dead is not at all unpleasant. I suppose it's time I found out for myself.

[flatview]

It's showtime.

[ ready, bomb buddy? ]

[shoutoku_administrator]

You seem to be taking this awfully well.

[chainjailer]

...Five people. [Kurapika lowered his head, his teeth clenched.]

Five people died today. Was this really better than a conversion?

[chronic]

...Yes.

[chainjailer]

If we keep killing innocent people like this, we're going to lose!

oops

[flatview]

Aha....ahahahahahahahahahahaha!

[ nui's cheerful demeanor is completely and utterly gone. instead, she seems to have been replaced by a raving lunatic ]

Lady Ragyo, my deepest apologies! It seems I won't be there to finish our greatest work! But at least REVOCS' Grand Couturier will go out with a worthy bang!

[fanbase]

[ Clash can't even make a comment — witty, solemn, whatever — right now, she just looks disappointed. ]

mess hall

[belgian]

[Belgium needs some cooking therapy, so she's going to make something sweet from what ingredients they have available. She looks pretty distracted and downcast, contrary to her usual attempt to be perky even here, but if you'd like to use the kitchen, she'll give you some room.]

[fanbase]

[ She feels weird, she's not sure if she wants to be alone or not before she meets up with Ibuki at the fireworks. It's hard for her to pinpoint where her feelings are, so she's refusing to figure them out as she's climbed up on top of the train and drapes herself across it.

Clash sigh is frustrated as she kicks her feet roughly against the top. Her wrist cymbals make the faintest of sounds as her arms hit the siding. ]

This is so stupid! [ She clashes her cymbals together and waits to feel better at her burst of anger, but she doesn't. She slumps back down like a sad puppy dog instead. ]

[photoshot]

[ yeah, Aya hadn't really done much during voting. after the ride, she eventually makes her way to the ferris wheel--going to try to see if anything's up with it during the evening. she'll be taking a ride, likely multiples, and company wouldn't be unappreciated at all. ]

[chronic]

Where the hell are our buddy cops. Jesus Christ. There's no way they haven't had a hit by now.

[foetida]

Maybe one of them's the convert.

[chronic]

Ugh. Wouldn't the other one still be able to do their thing, though? They can't just be sitting around scratching their balls all day. [ sorry for that mental image ]

graveyard

[perfectstrike]

[Peko. Graveyard. Were makin this hapen.

Peko actually sticks around the House of Horrors for a bit after the execution; she doesn't look extremely bothered by the whole thing, just... rather disquieted. She had to act cool around Gundam and be mean to Kurapika, but after that she's just sitting near the graves again.

But if anyone needed to speak with her, or generally just... remind her that eating and sleeping are necessary human tasks, now is the time. This is the place.

She's made sure the flowers are fresh, and is talking to Kuzuryuu's grave again...]