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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[photoshot]

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

[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.

[photoshot]

You're a killer, yes.

But you took actions and gave yourself up when you realized it, rather than try to win the game anyway. That's something I'm sure they would respect.

[fanbase]

You really think so...? That's all I really want. That's all I've really wanted.

[ She wants what Video has... she's always wanted what Video has, but she hasn't quite yet reached the point of knowing why she doesn't have it. ]

[photoshot]

To be respected, you mean? [ and that's entirely understandable. ]

[fanbase]

[ She nods. ]

Just like the Misfits, you know?

[photoshot]

[ ... ] I thought you are a Misfit, though.

[fanbase]

I am!

[ Does it sound like she believes it? It's hard to tell. ]

I want everyone else to see that though.

[photoshot]

We might not know who the Misfits are, but even if we did--

I don't know. Maybe it won't be as important as seeing you for just you.

[fanbase]

But I—!

[ She furrows her brow, her eyes refusing to look at Aya's. Clash looks defeated. ]

I don't know who I am.

[photoshot]

You said you didn't believe Constance Montgomery existed. Do you really believe that, or was that just part of the act?

[fanbase]

I dunno... not many people call me Constance anymore. Only my cousin does and she does it when she wants to sound like she's better than me.

My dad calls me Clash... the Misfits call me Clash. Everyone else does. Who wants to be Constance anyway?

[photoshot]

I wouldn't know, I've only had the one name. We know who you are and what you've done. The name is probably less important than who you are--Constance or Clash or whatever you'd like to call yourself.

[fanbase]

[ Constance is the girl from the small town, Constance is the one nobody cared about because Vivien was so much more important, but... Constance loves to be loved as much as Clash does, right?

She looks confused. Why is she thinking of herself as an entirely different person anyway? She is Clash and she's Constance too! ]

Then I guess... I should let my actions speak for themselves, right?

[photoshot]

Yes. Revealing yourself to get taken out so we can finish this game... I think that says a lot.

I hope everyone realizes that.