day six - afternoon

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dreamland day six 20 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 10 PM EST on October 8. Voting

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[dotdotdotstare]

[He looks more serious, after hearing that, but actually calmer than before. ...As if he's relieved someone else said it first. He's still upset, but now there's a bit more determination in his face.]

Yeah. ... I was prepared for this.

[That may be a bit of a lie. He's obviously broken up about the possibility of it being Tamaki. But his suspicions aren't unfounded.]

[belgian]

You shouldn't have to be. [Belgium feels especially bad for the children caught up in this, and even if he's eighteen, Takashi still counts.] You all seem like you're really good friends.

[dotdotdotstare]

We are, [he admits.] And Tamaki.... I trust him.

But, the VIPs' situation may go beyond that trust.

[And circumvent it, he means. He's suspected the possibility of brainwashing since fairly early on. Ibuki's guilt has only solidified it in his mind. After a moment, he speaks up again, though his throat is dry.]

I have to protect Mitsukuni.

[He's saying it more to himself than Belgium. Whatever he does, it will be with that in mind.]

[belgian]

You seem like a really devoted person. [This is a terrible situation.] I'm sure you'll keep protecting him really well.

[dotdotdotstare]

[He nods, but goes silent after that.

If Tamaki was a VIP, then protecting Mitsukuni came with a high cost.]