day seven - afternoon

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dreamland day seven 15 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 10. Voting

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[uncoincidental]

You forfeited that right after Maya died because you were being selfish.

[She was trying to stay quiet... but she couldn't let that one pass... sorry Clash.]

[cheats]

[ Ciel just frowns as he watches, wrinkling his nose even at the display distastefully. ]

No, I do not. I see us acting like animals yet again.

[uncoincidental]

She said she would make it happen if Clash wanted to die... when she said that outside, that was when she brought up the fact that the detonators had probably given out more keys than just to Missile. And she tapped her bracelet.

[fanbase]

[ When she's not arguing with the others and getting herself slapped, she's quietly reaching out for his hand at some points and grabbing onto it like she's scared and unsure. Because she is. ]

[cheats]

[ Ciel sighs again, as if tired, and in this moment, it seems like the roles are reversed—That Ciel is the adult trying to comfort an upset child. He's not a physical person, but he reaches his hand out to her, but then hesitates before it falls back to his side. ]

And you needn't know, I do not think. If this farce has taught me anything, it is that things are not what they seem. Others will disagree, and I am sure you will get what you wish there. But I do not give my hate lightly, and you have not earned it. By thinking of others here, even in the face of your own death, I have no ire to give.

[ He straightens a little, looking ever the little nobleman. ]

But you cannot live past this day. You endanger us too much to do so.

[murimurimuri]

We already have a lead. Since the cops suspected Knowledge yesterday, there's no way they wouldn't have investigated her last night. One of them survived, so don't you think that person would have let us know if she'd been cleared?

[foetida]

You said you didn't want any sympathy, right? So I'm giving you what you asked for! If you keep making me angry, I'll do it again!

[cheats]

[ oh whoops i missed that sO I'M PRETENDING CIEL DID TOO... ]

...Ah. I see.

[ He sighs and shakes his head ]

Then we should hope that this person steps forward, shouldn't we?

[photoshot]

--Yes, that person should definitely speak up if so. And now that you mention it, it might be a good idea to reveal themselves so medic team knows who to protect now that Mr. Missile is gone.

[fanbase]

[ She looks back up at him, blinking a couple of times. She wants to call him stupid, say he's just as bad as Oz for doing stuff like this, but she can't. He's being so nice to her when she doesn't even deserve it and she hates it, because she's exactly what she's wanted to avoid this entire time. ]

You're right. I can't. Even if this game doesn't end today, my life does. And it should. I can't go back with knowing what I've done and I can't act like everyone doesn't deserve to know who the bomber is. Nobody will want to see me as my own person after that.

Wether they believe it or not, I do care about everyone here. I want them to win, which is why I'm doing this in the first place... even if they don't understand it, you and Oz are stupid enough to.

[ The last part makes her smile. It's faint, but it's there. ]

[uncoincidental]

...yes. Because if more people end up dead because of that woman's antics, I'm really going to be mad.

[guess who played right into what clash wanted YUP IT'S SHEBA]

[foetida]

A reason we decided wasn't good enough when we wound up voting for Suoh instead. What's changed between yesterday and today?

[fanbase]

So you decided to slap me? After all that talk about blowing me up?!

[ She's still rubbing the side of her face, incredulous. ]

[uncoincidental]

They're bound to have investigated her last night. If she was cleared as innocent, they would have passed another note to Gundam, don't you think?

Their silence is more telling than anything else.

[photoshot]

... You were just really unlucky to be given this role. If it means anything, I'm sorry that happened.

[harepiece]

[Shortly after the ruckus settles down, Oz will raise a hand to get attention.]

Um— Yesterday Gundam said something about having options on the table, and I agree... Because I think people are making good points about the MVP vote and things like that, so I want to put a second option on the table. Patchouli is definitely a VIP - she's the last person that Belgium and I checked last night. I don't have the photographs from that to prove it, since that and the camera are still in her room, but I do have ones from earlier days if anyone wants to see those. [There's something uncomfortably weighty about being the person to directly accuse someone of these things rather than just leaving behind a note, but he'll square his shoulders regardless. If he's going to condemn someone, he won't do it disgracefully by tucking tail at the same time.]

...I'm not really sure how much longer I'll be able to help you all, but I'll do what I can with any time that I have left.

[cheats]

[ Normally, he would bristle at being called stupid, and he can't help the light raise in his shoulders out of habit, but he knows what she's trying to say here. He nods solemnly, since like Tamaki, this doesn't feel any more just, but Ciel knows it's necessary. And that will have to be enough. ]

I suppose in matters like this, I am prone to some idiocy.

[ He says it without a smile, but it's a joke... ]

As such, I will remember you for this. I thought that certainly this bomber was the most selfish of all, waiting for their chance to whittle down the numbers until they alone survived, but I am glad that is not the case. Were it so, I would have been the first to tie the noose myself. But instead, I will remember you as I do the VIPs.

[ It's not exactly a high opinion, but it's better than being a wanton murderer ]

[harepiece]

[He'll try to provide as much reassurance as he can, even though he'll stay silent and won't interfere. This is something Clash has to deal with on her own.]

[fanbase]

[ She furrows her eyebrows, then looks down at the ground for a few seconds. Once she's tired of looking at her shoes, she looks back up to Aya. ]

I really thought everyone from back home would be proud of me if I got out of this thing, but when I realized what what happening... I knew that the kind of attention I'd bring if they found I was a killer and still alive wouldn't be the kind of attention I want.

[uncoincidental]

[For a few seconds she looks like she's warring between asking him if he's crazy and just getting sad. Her expression smooths out into one of concern, though.]

Oz...

[If the medic team doesn't protect him she's going to hunt them down have words with them.]

[fanbase]

Knowing how I much I cared... care for Ibuki. That's more than enough.

[ She holds back her tears, even though they're tears of happiness. She can't ruin this now and make herself look like she has no idea what she doing (though that's true) so she smiles at him with a look of sadness in her eyes. ]

I wanted to be loved like I love her... like I love the Misfits. That why I hope everyone chooses to execute me, because it'll mean that they don't see me the way I see me.

[sunshade]

Ah, is that a definite accusation? [ ... ] Very well.

[cheats]

[ He looks away uncomfortably, but that's more because he's just not good around people when they're crying, especially women. He's awkward and uncertain, but reaches into his jacket to pull out a handkerchief, which he offers hesitantly. ]

Er, I— [ good job ciel, that noble air sure went away quickly ]

I cannot promise that, but... I will at least say that I understand what you are trying to do here. And despite everything, I respect it.

[harepiece]

[He offers her a fleeting smile.]

Sorry... [HE CAN'T STOP DOING THE SHONEN THING IT'S IN HIS BLOOD.] In the end, I can't do much more than this.

[harepiece]

[His expression falls a little once Patchouli speaks up, but doesn't falter.]

...I don't think that you or anyone else we've executed are the enemies here, and I'm trying to find a way around this. [Trying being key, because it sure hasn't ended with any decent leads.] So... I apologize. Even though you're a VIP, I don't think you deserve anything that's happened to you here. I just wish that I could do more to figure out what's going on and to stop this game rather than playing along.