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☆ NIGHT FIVE ☆
New York, 194X... _
"BOO. No. PELLY. No. BOO. No, let's all play Russian Roulette."
I sit and watch MUGS pace around the sofa JILL is seated on, muttering to herself. JILL herself looks pale and strained, still coughing now and then from yesterday night. BOO stands by the door, arms crossed defensively, back carefully to a corner of the room. PELLY sits quietly in a chair to the side, and LIRA - well, we've all stopped noticing LIRA.
Until BOO calls her out. "I say LIRA's next."
"What?" PELLY asks swinging around. "Why?"
"I see it," JILL says suddenly, edging away from MUGS as MUGS circles around the sofa again. "If she's killing people - then she deserves it! And if she's not - "
"Then she wouldn't speak up to save any of us anyway," BOO finishes, nodding. "A murderer or dead weight, we don't lose much either way."
"Oh, why the hell not," MUGS says, and laughs, sitting down suddenly next to JILL, which makes the other girl start in surprise and jump further away again. "I have no idea who it was, I was going to let luck decide. But why the hell not. Should I just shoot her now?"
BOO and JILL seem to realize at the same time that MUGS is still in possession of the gun she'd shot ODD with yesterday, and suddenly take a much larger interest in their positions relative to the door out of the room.
"Wait," PELLY says, before the panic can set in and any messes can be made. "We've still got the cliff. We can just push her or something - here, everybody help - "
And there's that paranoia again, none of them wanting to be seen as the one that steps out of the team and finds themselves next in line. And all four grab LIRA by the arms and pull her out the door, dragging her out and up toward the cliff as I watch from the window, not wanting to get any closer.
One tumbled in and then there were four...
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 FIFTH NIGHT
LIRA was killed by BEING BOOTED FOR INACTIVITY ANYWAY.
FOUR are alive.
:: NIGHTTIME PROCEDURE ::
- Special roles have 24 hours to contact me.
- Should the DOCTOR fail to contact me, it will be assumed the DOCTOR is protecting themselves.
- Other players may use this time to speculate on the identities of the special roles.
:: 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.
NOTE:
- LIRA was voted for by TWO people.
- PELLY did not vote.
New York, 194X... _
"BOO. No. PELLY. No. BOO. No, let's all play Russian Roulette."
I sit and watch MUGS pace around the sofa JILL is seated on, muttering to herself. JILL herself looks pale and strained, still coughing now and then from yesterday night. BOO stands by the door, arms crossed defensively, back carefully to a corner of the room. PELLY sits quietly in a chair to the side, and LIRA - well, we've all stopped noticing LIRA.
Until BOO calls her out. "I say LIRA's next."
"What?" PELLY asks swinging around. "Why?"
"I see it," JILL says suddenly, edging away from MUGS as MUGS circles around the sofa again. "If she's killing people - then she deserves it! And if she's not - "
"Then she wouldn't speak up to save any of us anyway," BOO finishes, nodding. "A murderer or dead weight, we don't lose much either way."
"Oh, why the hell not," MUGS says, and laughs, sitting down suddenly next to JILL, which makes the other girl start in surprise and jump further away again. "I have no idea who it was, I was going to let luck decide. But why the hell not. Should I just shoot her now?"
BOO and JILL seem to realize at the same time that MUGS is still in possession of the gun she'd shot ODD with yesterday, and suddenly take a much larger interest in their positions relative to the door out of the room.
"Wait," PELLY says, before the panic can set in and any messes can be made. "We've still got the cliff. We can just push her or something - here, everybody help - "
And there's that paranoia again, none of them wanting to be seen as the one that steps out of the team and finds themselves next in line. And all four grab LIRA by the arms and pull her out the door, dragging her out and up toward the cliff as I watch from the window, not wanting to get any closer.
One tumbled in and then there were four...
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 FIFTH NIGHT
LIRA was killed by BEING BOOTED FOR INACTIVITY ANYWAY.
FOUR are alive.
:: NIGHTTIME PROCEDURE ::
- Special roles have 24 hours to contact me.
- Should the DOCTOR fail to contact me, it will be assumed the DOCTOR is protecting themselves.
- Other players may use this time to speculate on the identities of the special roles.
:: 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.
NOTE:
- LIRA was voted for by TWO people.
- PELLY did not vote.