day six - aftermath

[guestcontrol]

dreamland day six 18 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 Tamaki Suoh hangs from a red rope noose, as a cackling voices pronounces: Guilty 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. You now have the rest of the evening to explore the park, before night comes again. One more thing: because of the successful execution of a VIP today, you now have a chance to vote for a MVP. MVP vote 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

[cheats]

[ Ciel just sighs in a tired way, though he does smile. ]

I would be prouder if the VIPs were more typical murderers. If they did not proclaim their innocence until their death...

[ He shakes his head ]

I suspected Tamaki, but my pride at working through the logic of it is diminished by killing such a person.

[photoshot]

[ her own smile is brittle. ] They don't know what they're doing, but that's even more reason to stop them. It'd be better if we didn't have to stop them fatally. We just don't really have a choice.

[cheats]

No, that's just an excuse.

[ He says it coldly, but shakes his head. ]

It's one that I follow too, but thinking "there's no other choice" isn't correct. There was always another choice where we could minimize casualties. But we've chosen to prioritize our own lives over anyone else's. It's fair, of course, since that's what being human means. Being noble enough to lay down your own life for someone else's sake... That's a quality that only exists in stories.

[photoshot]

... Right, that choice.

And I don't really blame anyone for wanting to follow it. I think some people were, but that was before Miss Mahiru and Mr. Pines were killed. Sympathy for a VIP win seems to have entirely died out now.

[cheats]

As it should have.

[ He shrugs. ]

I am confused by their situation, and I do not feel as if it is right, whatever is truly happening here, but... That does not mean I show pity. If I did, I would not have brought forward my theory at all. That is the nature of how we have chosen to play this game, so at this point, there is also no wavering from that path.

[photoshot]

That's respectable. And I can't say with certainty, but if the VIP really are being brainwashed, I'd hope they wouldn't hold it against us to go through with this. They're not in their right minds.

[cheats]

[ He shrugs ]

Who can really know? I suppose we'll only find out once we "win," but even then, the odds are against us that we would make it to that point.

[photoshot]

Do you still believe that after three VIP have fallen today?

[cheats]

Yes.

[ He says that resolutely, then shrugs. ]

There are, what, three left? Unless the bomber kills some for us again, that's still three more days where we will lose our own to them. That's likely to be six people. I'm saying that it's likely to be one of those six. Even if we win the game overall, what do I care if I'm dead?

[photoshot]

Maybe you'll be protected by the medics, if they take a gamble that the VIP will continue to avoid Mr. Missile. Maybe you'll be a MVP tonight. You're not dead yet, so who can say?

And if you do die, maybe you'll see Miss Mahiru and Mr. Klim and everyone else again.

[cheats]

[ It doesn't seem like that answer comforts him in the slightest, and he just shakes his head. ]

It's a gamble no matter what. But I refuse to die here. There are still things I must do.

[ He doesn't specify what, but he also doesn't seem to want to. ]

But regardless, I should not be a MVP. I spoke out today, but that is no reason that my life should be protected.

[photoshot]

[ uncharacteristically, she doesn't pry. deathgame killed some of her snooping impulse. ]

Trying to be modest? It should be either you or possibly Miss Maya Fey.

[cheats]

No, it shouldn't. It should be Missile, every time, since the dog is the only one whose role is known that is of use to us.

[ He sighs ]

I do not wish to die, but I'm also a pragmatist. In the event that I am lucky enough to live, it will be by choices like this.

[photoshot]

Mr. Missile should always be protected by the medics unless they take a huge gamble. And now that their numbers are this low, I'd be surprised if the VIP take a chance on targeting him anyway and risk being blocked.

But fair enough.

Good luck surviving the night. I mean that.

[cheats]

I appreciate it

[ He nods, then seems to consider something before looking back at the graves before him. ]

...But if I do not, then bury me without ceremony. I do not wish for anything.

[photoshot]

Not even a photo? I'll even pick a respectable one for you. [ ... actually being serious about that. ]

[cheats]

[ It seems that he hadn't considered that, so he pauses briefly before shaking his head. ]

If it seems appropriate.