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☆ DAY FOUR ☆
New York, 194X... _
I'm woken by a thud at the door. Not a knock, a thud like someone's put all their weight against it. I jolt up into a seat and the revolver I've been keeping under my pillow is in my hand before I'm even fully awake, and I raise it at the door, shaking like an alcoholic gone dry. It's my turn. They're after me. But damned if I don't take one of them with me before I go -
Then I hear it, the quiet sobbing from the hall. And the doorknob shakes as if someone's trying to turn it and failing. I get to my feet, keeping my gun clear, and head over to investigate, taking care not to make any noise. They'll think I'm still asleep. They'll burst in any second now. Any second now...
But they don't, and there's another dull thud, like whoever it is that's outside has fallen against the door. Which makes no sense - they'd burst in here and kill me while they had the advantage of surprise, wouldn't they? Unless it's a trap. It could always be a trap - or worse. Fire. They might be setting something up. Trapping me in here instead. I've got to make sure -
I slowly pull the door open, ready to shoot whoever might be outside at the slightest provocation. But there isn't any; all that's there is JILL, slumped unconscious onto the floor at my door. I scan the hall for any other movements before bending down to check if she's still alive - priorities, after all. But there's no one, and JILL's still breathing -
And she smells like kerosine.
---
We manage to wake JILL a few hours later, gathered around the sofa we've placed her on. She wakes with a gasp, grabbing onto anyone nearby as if afraid for her life, then seems confused to see us and the main hall, asking us where she was, and what had happened. About half an hour later, we have the story, or what she claims is true, anyway:
She woke last night in the small supply closet at the end of the hall, tied to a chair and drenched in kerosine and surrounded by open canisters of gasoline and other flammable chemicals. The fumes of them all combined had made her feel half-high, and it had taken her a long time to realize what was going on - but she eventually put the rags stuffed beneath the door to keep the fumes in, and the single lit candle in the room together...
Someone had helped her, she claims - which has us all casting dubious looks at each other. Someone she hadn't caught a proper look at yesterday, and what she even remembered of yesterday was hazy and vague from all the noxious gas. Hair color, eye color, hair, build, nothing. But considering the state she'd been in yesterday when I'd found her, that part of the story was believable enough.
It's MUGS that brings up the inevitable vote that's become daily routine by now. "So it's still not over. Whoever put JILL in that room..."
"JILL voted against you before, didn't she?" BOO demands, slanting a suspicious look at PELLY.
"Or so you'd say, if you attacked her to frame me!" PELLY replies immediately, and the two begin circling each other slowly around JILL's sofa.
"How do we know it's not JILL?" MUGS asks, making both of them look at her. "Staging something like this instead of killing someone..."
I just go to get the pieces of paper and pencils we've been using the other days, not bothering to speak up until I return. "Here," I say, passing everything out. "Let's get this over with. I'm going back up on the roof to watch for the ferry, tell me what happens." And I turn my back and leave again.
I suppose I should be ashamed of myself, caring so little when the decision means another life taken. But considering the lives... considering the lives, we've all been party to three murders already. At least. I'm tired of the bickering.
And I'm starting to wonder when the one of us innocents will snap and try to murder everyone else themselves to save everyone the trouble. I fear it might be soon...
BOO ☆ MERBOO
JILL ☆ PEPERIMA
LIME ☆ THEPRINCESSLIME
LIRA ☆ LIRA_CHAN
MUGS ☆ 3-2-1
ODD ☆ ISHOSOPHY
PELLY ☆ GYLLESPI
RAMA ☆ CHEAPCHEAPFAKER
SURGE ☆ SUGARSURGE
TESS ☆ PYRAT_XO
XY ☆ FIRST_QUADRANT
THE FOURTH DAY
FIVE are alive.
:: VOTING PROCEDURE ::
- You may vote for any person left alive.
- You may vote for yourself.
- You may change your vote multiple times.
- Votes must be in within 24 HOURS.
- Following this time, no more votes or changes to votes will be accepted.
- The person with the most votes will be killed by the group.
- Votes are to be registered in the Voting Thread.
- Votes not registered under the Voting Thread will not be counted.
:: REGARDING THE DEAD ::
- Dead players may not vote.
- Dead players are strongly discouraged from interacting with live players.
- Dead players may have a party to get over their recent demise.
New York, 194X... _
I'm woken by a thud at the door. Not a knock, a thud like someone's put all their weight against it. I jolt up into a seat and the revolver I've been keeping under my pillow is in my hand before I'm even fully awake, and I raise it at the door, shaking like an alcoholic gone dry. It's my turn. They're after me. But damned if I don't take one of them with me before I go -
Then I hear it, the quiet sobbing from the hall. And the doorknob shakes as if someone's trying to turn it and failing. I get to my feet, keeping my gun clear, and head over to investigate, taking care not to make any noise. They'll think I'm still asleep. They'll burst in any second now. Any second now...
But they don't, and there's another dull thud, like whoever it is that's outside has fallen against the door. Which makes no sense - they'd burst in here and kill me while they had the advantage of surprise, wouldn't they? Unless it's a trap. It could always be a trap - or worse. Fire. They might be setting something up. Trapping me in here instead. I've got to make sure -
I slowly pull the door open, ready to shoot whoever might be outside at the slightest provocation. But there isn't any; all that's there is JILL, slumped unconscious onto the floor at my door. I scan the hall for any other movements before bending down to check if she's still alive - priorities, after all. But there's no one, and JILL's still breathing -
And she smells like kerosine.
---
We manage to wake JILL a few hours later, gathered around the sofa we've placed her on. She wakes with a gasp, grabbing onto anyone nearby as if afraid for her life, then seems confused to see us and the main hall, asking us where she was, and what had happened. About half an hour later, we have the story, or what she claims is true, anyway:
She woke last night in the small supply closet at the end of the hall, tied to a chair and drenched in kerosine and surrounded by open canisters of gasoline and other flammable chemicals. The fumes of them all combined had made her feel half-high, and it had taken her a long time to realize what was going on - but she eventually put the rags stuffed beneath the door to keep the fumes in, and the single lit candle in the room together...
Someone had helped her, she claims - which has us all casting dubious looks at each other. Someone she hadn't caught a proper look at yesterday, and what she even remembered of yesterday was hazy and vague from all the noxious gas. Hair color, eye color, hair, build, nothing. But considering the state she'd been in yesterday when I'd found her, that part of the story was believable enough.
It's MUGS that brings up the inevitable vote that's become daily routine by now. "So it's still not over. Whoever put JILL in that room..."
"JILL voted against you before, didn't she?" BOO demands, slanting a suspicious look at PELLY.
"Or so you'd say, if you attacked her to frame me!" PELLY replies immediately, and the two begin circling each other slowly around JILL's sofa.
"How do we know it's not JILL?" MUGS asks, making both of them look at her. "Staging something like this instead of killing someone..."
I just go to get the pieces of paper and pencils we've been using the other days, not bothering to speak up until I return. "Here," I say, passing everything out. "Let's get this over with. I'm going back up on the roof to watch for the ferry, tell me what happens." And I turn my back and leave again.
I suppose I should be ashamed of myself, caring so little when the decision means another life taken. But considering the lives... considering the lives, we've all been party to three murders already. At least. I'm tired of the bickering.
And I'm starting to wonder when the one of us innocents will snap and try to murder everyone else themselves to save everyone the trouble. I fear it might be soon...
BOO ☆ MERBOO
JILL ☆ PEPERIMA
LIME ☆ THEPRINCESSLIME
LIRA ☆ LIRA_CHAN
MUGS ☆ 3-2-1
ODD ☆ ISHOSOPHY
PELLY ☆ GYLLESPI
RAMA ☆ CHEAPCHEAPFAKER
SURGE ☆ SUGARSURGE
TESS ☆ PYRAT_XO
XY ☆ FIRST_QUADRANT
THE FOURTH DAY
FIVE are alive.
:: VOTING PROCEDURE ::
- You may vote for any person left alive.
- You may vote for yourself.
- You may change your vote multiple times.
- Votes must be in within 24 HOURS.
- Following this time, no more votes or changes to votes will be accepted.
- The person with the most votes will be killed by the group.
- Votes are to be registered in the Voting Thread.
- Votes not registered under the Voting Thread will not be counted.
:: REGARDING THE DEAD ::
- Dead players may not vote.
- Dead players are strongly discouraged from interacting with live players.
- Dead players may have a party to get over their recent demise.