day eight

[guestcontrol]

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. rulebook character statuses private conversations graveyard Voting will close at 10 PM EST on October 12. Though a special comment for discussion will go up shortly before voting, you are encouraged to discuss who to vote for throughout the day. Voting

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[photoshot]

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And yes, it was around that time, so it should definitely be outdated.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.

[godwhisperer]

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.

[photoshot]

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 I was never told not to publish this once it was outdated.

[godwhisperer]

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.

[photoshot]

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.

[godwhisperer]

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?

[photoshot]

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.

[godwhisperer]

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.

[photoshot]

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?