dreamsland | day eight

day eight

dreamland day eight

11 players remaining.

There are no clocks in your dorm room to help you mark the passing of time, but at a certain point, in the early hours of the morning, a cheerful chime tune plays over the loudspeaker. Whether you're awake or asleep, the door to your dorm room is now unlocked. You'll have about a forty five minutes, in which you can get ready or grab some breakfast, before the door that allows you into the park unlocks. By this time, you may or may not have noticed that one of your number is missing.

The chimes play again, to announce that the park is open, and the rides and music begin to come back to life as a voice plays over the loudspeaker.

"Rise and shine, everybody! We're getting down to the wire here, aren't we?"

You will have until 4 PM to explore the park and talk amongst yourselves. Somewhere in the park, you'll find the body of Sheba and Kenny McCormick.

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[As promised, the electronic bulletin board near the main train station has a copy of the rulebook, as well as the following notice: ]

Good morning! As of today, there are 11 players remaining. 6 VIPs have been killed. There has been 1 opportunity for conversion. The following guest roles are still alive:
Cop: Meets at night. Every night, chooses one player to learn the alignment of. Will learn the alignment of that player.

Detonator: Meets at night. Chooses one player to receive a key that can, at any time, detonate another player's guest identification bracelet and kill them.

This morning, Sheba and Kenny McCormick are dead. That's all! Have a fun filled day!

Edited 2014-10-11 22:09 (UTC)

[Take your time getting ready in the morning, but eventually you won't have any choice but to look for a body. As you wander around the center of the park, you're likely to see an body lying near the castle.

At first glance, Sheba looks like she might just be sleeping; aside from the vomit puddled around her mouth, there are no injuries or wounds on her. However, when touched, her body is cold and stiff. An empty glass vial lies beside her.

Sheba is no longer among us.]

[There is a lot for Oz to do today, but upon seeing the bulletin board, he couldn't not go looking for the bodies first. It's Sheba's he first stumbles across and even though he had known to expect it - even though it's not as gruesome as Belgium's had been, it's still enough to make his blood run cold. Not for what this means for himself, but because he had just promised her that he would do what he could to keep her safe.

He hasn't been doing very well with that at all lately, by his count. But today - today, he has a chance. Even though it makes his heart ache to think of all the people that he hadn't been able to help, if he can help those who are left...]

...I'm sorry. Thank you for everything - both of you. [It's only because of Sheba and Kenny that he has this chance at all. Either way, anyone who stops by can find him moving to heft Sheba's body up so he can go bury her. He'll be looking for Kenny later, too.]

[Peko pauses upon seeing the body, step catching as she looks to Oz's face. After seeing the board... it's not hard to guess exactly what he's thanking them for.

So she moves in to intercept him, giving Sheba's body a cursory glance before turning most of her attention to Oz himself.]

Do you need assistance?

[He seems a little startled by Peko's appearance at first because his attention had largely been directed at Sheba's body, but once he collects himself and processes what she's asking, his smile softens.]

Um— Please... If you could, I'd really appreciate it.

...

[She's still looking at him, almost as if she's trying to measure him, before nodding and crouching beside the body.]

I can carry her myself, if necessary. Please collect that vial.

[GEE. IF ONLY THEIR SHADY CRIMINAL HEIR HADN'T BEEN KILLED. HE COULD PROBABLY IDENTIFY THAT.]

All right. [He'll reach down to pick it up, but he doesn't give it any more than a precursory glance. HE ISN'T A SHADY CRIMINAL HEIR but he also has no need to scout for clues, either.]

...I can help carry her too, though, if I wouldn't be getting in the way. Is that okay?

It's fine.

[Peko positions herself behind Sheba's head, tilting her head to indicate that Oz should take her feet before hoisting her up. If the weight of the body is any strain, it doesn't show on her face.]

It looks like poison. Fuyuhiko could have told us what kind, but... it is not important right now.

Who did you investigate last night?

[He'll grab Sheba's feet as indicated, lifting her up, too. He seems to struggle with the weight a little.]

I investigated someone that's been on our list for a while... But I think that I should wait until trial to talk about it.

[Though his voice is a little quieter than usual, he seems firmly resolved.]

...Is that so?

[Another even stare, then she nods, shifting her shoulders to try to take more of the weight herself.]

A VIP must be killed tonight, else we risk loosing you. [That's... blunt. Thanks, Peko.]

Perhaps a clue can be found in the type of killing. Compared to McCormick... Had you seen?

[AT LEAST THEY CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON PEKO to, you know... Peko™.

She'll get a soft "thanks" at that, though. With a little less weight, he'll be able to walk a little more smoothly in the direction of the graves. Her question also gets a head shake from him.]

I haven't been able to look for him yet. Where is he?

Pleasant Street. I do not think he was poisoned, like what seems likely for Sheba... though it is not impossible. The body was burned nearly beyond recognition.

Most of the pair deaths so far have been fairly similar, have they not?

Does that mean you caught a VIP?

[He's quiet for a second, leveling Simon a look.]

You're clear, if that's what you're worried about.

So you looked at me after all? Thank you, I'm so grateful to hear that!

I never said that, either. I just said that you're clear - so you don't have to worry about that anymore, at least.

Interesting! So if I'm clear, either you'd already looked at me and for whatever reason never thought it worth mentioning... or you've already figured out the last of the VIPs? Oh, please tell me it's that second one!

[He inclines his head a little, brow furrowing upward.]

Do you think it can wait until after I lay Sheba to rest? We can't leave these bodies out here like this.

—Oh no, I'm so sorry! What was I thinking? Let me help you dig!

[There's a note of happiness in his voice he's not quite successfully hiding.]

[Oz offers a smile regardless, nodding once.]

If you want to help, that would be okay. The more people working on it, the faster it can be done, right?

[He doesn't want to disrespect the corpses further by leaving them out.]

Of course. It's the least I can do.

[And whatever else you can say about Simon, when he says he'll do something, he'll do it; he won't slack off in digging that hole.]

[As you're strolling through the center of the park, you'll likely notice that one of the shops in Pleasantville has been burned to the ground. If you rummage through the rubble, you'll find a small corpse.

The corpse has been charred completely beyond recognition, but the bracelet on its wrist is somehow still functioning, flashing Kenny's name and mascot. A really close examination will reveal that a shard of glass plunged deep into the corpse's pulse point on the neck.

Kenny McCormick is no longer among us.]

[Nanami plucks her way through the rubble gingerly, holding a handkerchief up to her nose. She usually...tries to stay away from the corpses, but ~~the power of Kenny's death scream is too strong~~ she has a bad feeling about this one.

Once she finds the body, she'll try to get a glimpse of the bracelet without actually touching his wrist. Her eyes widen in horror as she reads the name and she stumbles a few steps back.]

Oh my god, they killed Kenny!

Those bastards--! [ killed before he could make good returns on her photoshoot.

... no, but really burned alive is genuinely terrible. ]

Bunbunmaru Newspaper, Dreamland Murder Game Special Edition

Season 129, 4th of Kannazuki

Parkgoers Published!
Broadcast your voice

' A letter to everyone,

If you're reading this, I'm dead. Cliche, right? Well I am. Anyway, I don't really have letters to send out to people so you're all getting one from me. That's probably way better anyway, everyone should know what I have to say.

I didn't want to die, but I had to take control of my own death. I couldn't let the VIPs take it away from me.

I wanted to make it out and prove to the Misfits that I'm one of them. Who else would be good at escaping these kinds of things than the Misfits? I lied to you guys when I said I was in the band, but I guess that doesn't matter anyway because if you're reading this, then I won't ever be a Misfit.

So if you can, find Pizzazz and tell her I'm sorry. Tell Roxy I always thought she was really cool. Tell Jetta that I was jealous that she got in and I didn't. Tell Stormer that she's the only one who isn't a hypocrite.

At least they'll finally know I am born a Misfit.

Most of all, tell my dad I love him because I'm his only daughter. His name is Buzz Montgomery and he lives in Mulberry. You can tell him about everything, he'd probably still be proud of me. If you can't find him, then find my lame cousin Vivien Montgomery and tell her, she lives in L.A. Don't let her take all the credit for making an awesome movie about me though.

I wanted to be famous. I just wanted to fit in. Now's my chance.

Clash '

' To either the buddy cops or the detective: My body was found yesterday. Please investigate Gundam Tanaka tonight. Gundam, I wish you the best of luck in keeping your oaths. I believe you bore me no ill will. -Sheba '

[ there are no obituaries, but there are photos of the recently deceased--Maya trying to defend Ibuki, Clash laughing the day she revealed her bomber role, Royce cutting potatoes into cubes.

near the back is a small satire piece about the animal hierarchy in Dreamland, with pomeranians and crows at the top and abusive monkeys at the bottom. ]

Edited 2014-10-11 22:32 (UTC)

What's with all these dubious letters...?

No, Money, you don't want to know what it says about you.

Nothing personal, Money.

And what's the dubious part?

Did you really get that letter from Sheba?

Yes. Granted, it was a while ago and I didn't think about post-marking it.

Don't you think that would have been helpful to point out? I mean, it's suspicious enough that it references our already-lost detective. Do you think about anything before you post it?

Normally I don't need to put timestamps, but Miss Sheba was just killed today and I just remembered that I had something from her. I've been writing a paper in a day for almost a week straight, ease up on the quality critique. [ ... no, her papers are normally pretty shady. ]

Yes, of course, I'm sorry. You don't need me to rub your wasted efforts in your face.

[ --snaps a pic with the highest flash setting in his face. maturity. ]

[wince]

[So unimpressed.]

You ignorant and meddlesome woman. When did Sheba give you this letter? I believe it was...the day of Edea's demise, yes?

Ayaya, critiquing the messenger.

And yes, it was around that time, so it should definitely be outdated. I was only told to post it in the case of her death.

You may have made note of that fact, foolish crone!

Sheba came to me that day asking me to tell her whether I believed in Missile. In doing so, she revealed herself to be one of the medical team. I advised her to leave this message for her own protection.

But I have since known the truth for several days, and she remained unharmed. Yet there is no longer anyone among the living who can verify I speak the truth.

It's crow, not crone--!

And in that case, that basically clears you. Unless you're an industrious enough VIP to wait days to kill the medic team... well, just produce proof of your innocence if you have any. I was never told not to publish this once it was outdated.

I have never been cleared through investigation, so I have no such proof.

I believe my actions are incompatible with the aims of the VIPs, however. Hnn. At the least, the buddy cop should know that the medical team used me to speak with Missile and to eventually come to know the identity of the buddy cops.

There is such a small group of people who are uncleared and you've helped Mr. Missile. We have to trust Mr. Oz so if he trusts you, then that's almost certainly proof of your innocence.

Edited 2014-10-12 00:23 (UTC)

Hah...

Well, now, perhaps it will be understood. Perhaps I had been viewed as bloodthirsty, for my actions in condemning Francis and Nui. But you see...

I believed myself to be a likely target for conversion. And with this knowledge, that event would have been disastrous. If I bloodied my hands, it was for the sake of Sheba's life, who had wanted to trust, and for the sake of the other lives that would be lost.

This is what all of you have failed to understand. Do you no longer write of the dead?

We all wanted to avoid conversion. Mr. Abernathy and Miss Harime was a hasty and unfortunate choice, but I doubt anyone would still criticize you over that.

And no, it's been more difficult to gather quotes. Photos will have to suffice.

If there comes another day, I have something to say for them.

[Dogs aside, he seems pretty upset by this death.]

Do you understand that Sheba came to me seeking advice? Yes, and it was hard to blame her. There was no role in this game with greater weight, nor one more lonely. Even the detective and cop...they only report, and leave matters of life and death in our hands. But the medical team had no such luxury. Their strength was their unpredictability, therefore they could never seek advice or input. Each night they were forced to choose which life was more valuable, and the extent to which they could accept a risk to one life for the chance to save another. And they did not shy from those risks. Though no one would blame them for sparing their own consciences and choosing to protect Missile each night, they played a more dangerous game to try and save more. Yet, that cruelest lesson that trust among humans is illusion was one I was nonetheless forced to impart.

Does anyone understand this? Judge as you like, but no wonder he was impatient with those who thought only of sparing their own consciences by refusing to act with no other plan. They had no such option. And they were young, though not children at all. They were far more willing to fight to save us than any of their critics. And because of that, I...had wanted to protect them.

It was their and Mr. Missile's and the cops' combined efforts that brought us here this far. But yes, the medic team doubtless had a difficult job. We really are crippled without them.

Did Miss Sheba talk to you because you were Mr. Missile's interpreter?

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