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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[foetida]

Oh, for goodness' sake!

There is a key. We can blow her up whenever she's ready. But if we do it in here, her guts are going to get everywhere, and these clothes they've given us are ugly enough without getting blood all over them!

[perfectstrike]

Someone who is an attention seeker as she is should not be given the stage she wants.

She should have been detonated before we were ever forced into this room.

[foetida]

This isn't about revenge, it's about survival. If she had information about the people who put us here, we needed to hear it.

Of course, it turned out to all be for a stupid reason, but none of us knew that except her. It's too late to regret what we should have done now.

[perfectstrike]

If she truly had information, she would have given it before forcing us here.

All she wanted was an audience and a stage. Disgusting. I have seen thugs with more dignity.

[foetida]

It's not like I'm disagreeing with you. I said it was for a stupid reason, didn't I?

But she's going to die today no matter what, so who cares when it happens? I don't want to be stuck in this room with a corpse for the next few hours, do you? [well...Peko probably wouldn't mind but she sure does]

[chronic]

Who cares. Just do it already. You can wear my cape if you want and shield your hair or whatever.

[foetida]

I don't want your nasty pervert cape, who knows where it's been! [SHE HASN'T FORGIVEN YOU YET KENNY]

[chronic]

I was hoping we could roll around in it together.

[ STILL INTO HER. ]

[foetida]

Go roll yourself off a cliff! How dare you talk to a lady that way! [she will slap you again which...probably is not a deterrent at all for him is it....]

[chronic]

[ not.... a deterrent at all ... STILL ]

Let's go on a date when this is over.

[foetida]

Dream on, you little brat! As if I'd ever lower myself to date someone like you! You're only fit to be my servant at most.

[chronic]

Oh man. Yes. I am so into that idea. Can we do that.

[foetida]

...wait, you want to be my servant? [THIS IS CONFUSING. Does he want to date her brother too, because that and shotas being weirdly into her is pretty much reason why she has lackeys.]

[chronic]

Uh, yeah? It sounds awesome.

[ Kenny has. a very different definition of servant. ]

[foetida]

...well, of course it does! [HAIRFLIP. Surely there is nothing perverted going on here.] You'll have to do my laundry, make me food, carry my things, record my schedule, and shine my shoes. And I don't tolerate laziness!

[chronic]

[ oh she looks happy!!! she's so pretty when she smiles because of horrible deals with the devil ]

You got it! I'll do all of those things!

[ especially do her laundry aka steal her panties. ]

[foetida]

[HURRAH another slave acquired for princess Nanami. This is definitely not a decision she will regret in the near future. She'll even reach out and give Kenny's head a little pat.]

Maybe you're not so bad after all.

[chronic]

Yes, mistress.

[ may or may not have a semi ]