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.

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.

[chainjailer]

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

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

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!

[chronic]

...Yes.

[flatview]

It's showtime.

[ ready, bomb buddy? ]

[chainjailer]

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

[shoutoku_administrator]

You seem to be taking this awfully well.

[fanbase]

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

[chronic]

At least we won't lose as cowards.

[chainjailer]

No. We'll just lose as murderers.

[chronic]

We're all complicit in it.

[flatview]

[ did miko not see her earlier mental breakdown ]

Oh, no...I don't want to die. But if I have to, I'll do it gracefully.

[shoutoku_administrator]

Well said.

[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.

[chainjailer]

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

[perfectstrike]

I do not care for glory. But I cannot let you stand alone in this.

Any blood that stains your hands stains mine. Do you understand?

[godwhisperer]

...

[Oh. Blushing.]

I see. Yes, your words...I understand them well.

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.]

[mediumburgers]

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

[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. ]

[perfectstrike]

Good.

[And she's just going to... stay near him, for as long as people look like they might want to confront him.]

[murimurimuri]

We... all made our votes.