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.

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[cheats]

[ Ciel is kneeling in front of Mahiru's grave when Oz approaches, though hers is just one in the line— He doesn't linger at hers longer than any others. Once he's finished with his quiet prayer, he looks up towards Oz, then sighs as he stands and dusts off his pants. ]

Hello, Oz.

[ He walks closer, then holds a hand out, a silent gesture to offer to place some of the flowers. ]

This is such a tiresome affair by now, isn't it?

[harepiece]

[He'll split the messy bouquet in two, easily handing half over.]

It is. There are only... seventeen? Eighteen of us left, I think? [He pauses to lay an extra one down for Anise, too.] And we're still no closer to figuring anything out than we were on day one.

[cheats]

[ He nods appreciatively, then he'll move to start setting the flowers at each grave, though he'll keep up the conversation as he does so. ]

All that seems any more certain is that we're likely to end up here. Despite speaking of hope a few days ago... Today it was I that accused someone, and even if my logic was sound, what for? I thought our VIPs complicit, greedy people. And yet so far, they have been some of the kindest amongst us.

[ Ciel pauses, then adds, ]

Three VIPs died today, yet I just feel tired more than anything.

[harepiece]

[He can't argue with that and wouldn't want to even if he could, so he just offers a somewhat deflated smile.]

I still don't think that we don't have any hope at all, but... I do think that we're running out of time. If the deaths keep up at this rate...

[Even if they're all VIP deaths, where does that leave them? At almost a fourth of the number of people they had started out with, without any actual guarantee that they'll be allowed to leave?]

[cheats]

[ Ciel nods solemnly, but there's another pause before he responds. ]

What a ridiculous game. Yet it seems all we can do is pray, both for others and for ourselves. Even though there is logic to these kills, I believe, there is also an element of it that is obscured to us so that it may as well be random.

[harepiece]

[He'll lay a few more flowers down, silent and thoughtful.]

If it's something that they can't or won't share with us, there's nothing we can do about that. But there has to be some way that we can figure it out for ourselves...

[cheats]

They're mad, clearly.

[ It's the simple explanation, and it seems Ciel will leave it at that, but after a few moments, he adds carefully: ]

...Or we are being lied to, I suppose. That is a possibility that has crossed my mind before, but I scarcely know how to propose such a theory.

[harepiece]

It would definitely make everything a lot more complicated.

[He sighs, finishes laying down his handful of flowers, and glances over in the direction of the lake. After a few seconds of thought:]

I think a little air would be good. Maybe some tea! Can we go get some?

[cheats]

[ Ciel looks surprised, at first, but... Why should he be? It's Oz, so this much should definitely be expected. He lays down the last of his flowers too as he breathes out a weary laugh, then stands straighter as he dusts off his hands. ]

That would be perfect, actually. I think a cup of tea would be rather soothing after today.

[harepiece]

I know how to steep tea pretty well by now, so I can make it!

[He won't even burn the kitchen down in the process!! But with that, and a last respectful look toward the grave site, he'll turn and lead the way off.]