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.

Comments

[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!

[chronic]

At least we won't lose as cowards.

[chainjailer]

No. We'll just lose as murderers.

[chronic]

We're all complicit in it.

[chainjailer]

I'm not. The only one I've voted for so far is Edea.

[perfectstrike]

Do you want an award for keeping your hands clean of innocent blood? A commendation?

Look elsewhere. Survival is brutal, and messy.

[Peko... Peko go take a nap or something, no one asked for your opinion...]

You are just lucky that an incorrect vote doesn't kill you here.

[chainjailer]

[Peko doesn't like him, so he'll probably reach end game.]

[He narrows his eyes at her, but doesn't comment on that.] What I'm saying is we need to be more careful about who we vote for. Every guess that's been made for a VIP so far has been wrong.

We can change, or we can keep repeating the trend until we've done the VIPs work for them. This guess work isn't going to get us anywhere.

[perfectstrike]

[Yeaaah Kurapika to win endgame.]

Then look for evidence somewhere other than pockets.

[Never 4get.

He's not wrong tho.]

[chainjailer]

I have been. [Sorry Peko, your sick burn only made him squint a little more than before.]