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

[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.