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

[chronic]

I've always got it with me.

[ REACHING... FOR HIS PANTS... PLEASE STOP HIM??? this behavior is the opposite of heroic ]

[foetida]

[Oh, he's just reaching for his pockets! What a reasonable place to keep whatever toy this must be. Or possibly clothes. Yes, that must be it! He probably just wants her amazing fashion tips.]

That's convenient! We don't have to waste any time then.

[chronic]

[ uh


he

















drops his pants

and exposes himself to her??

Actual Serious Murder Game. ]

1/2

[foetida]

[Those aren't clothes.











Those aren't clothes at all.]

[foetida]

[Nanami's scream at the top of her lungs can probably be heard through the whole park. The following slap might be even louder. It doesn't say 'proficient at swordplay' on her profile for nothing, and she's not holding back anything just because Kenny's a kid. WE'RE GONNA HAVE YET ANOTHER MURDER AT THIS RATE.]

You - you pervert!

[chronic]

[ oh my god.

HE CLEARLY REGRETS NOTHING AND WILL NEVER LEARN HIS LESSON BECAUSE HE FALLS TO THE GROUND LAUGHING EVEN AS BLOOD POURS OUT HIS NOSE. ]

Oh my god.

[ he's wheezing and splattering nose blood everywhere and it's terrible. ]