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[Toaster]

Because I don't want to end discussion.  I want to see about preplanning night actions.  A hammer would end all that.

[Tiruin]

Darnit post D:<


Webadict: Could you expound on How this happened. How exactly did it happen (paraphrase the story if its dialogue)? What exactly is your 'roleblocking' power?

Because according to Jim who I cannot find any logic to denounce, TWS was blocked, then killed.

..And somehow nobody suspects me for that matter. Things are really weird going on here, and I'm really sensing everything being off. Meaning my intuition is going haywire.

On a hypothetical note, if you are fakeclaiming-why say that you roleblocked?

Toaster: Any self-abilities you've got there? I'm really doubting your position as a..well, that kind of ability-user. Recharging someone's shots is one thing.

However, you did say you targeted Web. And I'm pretty...suspicious on it-perhaps you did say you're targeting Web because you knew that Lenglon is a follower. Perhaps, as a cover up.

What happened on N3- I'm talking about flavor here.

[...] I want to see about preplanning night actions.[...]

Alright, how?

[Tiruin]

. . .


Jim: I'd like to ask you on what ZU got when he died. What was his message when he died-the gist of it.

Because it's pretty weird that you'd be speaking with the dead for a dreamer. Like..you're some kind of prophetess.

Do you have any limitations?

[Toaster]

Toaster: Any self-abilities you've got there? I'm really doubting your position as a..well, that kind of ability-user. Recharging someone's shots is one thing.

However, you did say you targeted Web. And I'm pretty...suspicious on it-perhaps you did say you're targeting Web because you knew that Lenglon is a follower. Perhaps, as a cover up.

What happened on N3- I'm talking about flavor here.

[...] I want to see about preplanning night actions.[...]

Alright, how?

The only action or ability I have is the mentioned reset.  I don't know what you mean about "knew that Lenglon is a follower."

N3 flavor was pretty basic.  I ponder a bit about how humans are treated post death (IE why aren't they used for fertilizer).  I stick a rose behind Web's ear.  I ponder more about death, and how humans don't decorate themselves with dead bits of other humans.  Roses are cooler anyway.

Then I wonder about order, and make lists of what I know.

Hm.


Anyone else get random mentions of order in their flavor?

[Lenglon]

"I... I what?
well, um, earlier you asked me why I followed Web, and like I said then, I found her the most suspicious.
still, I guess you want me to focus on you, and stuff? I mean, why not you instead?
Well, um, like I said earlier today, I... I didn't simply think you lied yesterday, I thought that I knew what you were able to do instead. I thought you were an investigator.
and um, I kinda saw no way for someone untrustworthy to be able to do that. I mean, why would our enemies need an investigator to learn who our enemies are?

also, um, even if you were lying to me and stuff, you...
well, you're pretty good at guessing what I'm thinking.
and that meant that last night, even if you were untrustworthy, I didn't think I'd catch you at it.
I... kinda thought that if I couldn't trust you, you'd know to hide, and if I could, then there wasn't any point.

does that make sense?"

Uh, no, I should care, because I might have gotten TheWetSheep killed, and I'm getting lynched because of that.

And you'll win anyway because Vector would've made a gamebreaking error.  And so would we.

In other words, if you're telling the truth, there's no harm in lynching you (since we'd be lynching you on the basis of a mod error).  If you are lying, we should lynch you.

Or Lenglon is a good liar.

...Could I be reminded why you didn't target me despite signifying interest a while ago Lenglon? Why did you follow who you chose to follow before?

Tiruin: 3 reasons
1) (main reason) Web seemed more suspicious
2) I thought you had an investigate, which is useless to scum.
3) I thought you might think I was going to follow you

[Tiruin]

PFP

Anyone else get random mentions of order in their flavor?

Nope.

Also I believe day ends >_> Good going guys. Curse my timezone and all..and work-couldn't come up with that post despite browsing back a few pages. Going for Toaster - can't highlight what's wrong on him, just that there are discrepancies in what I see about him, that his role is a bit too..transparent for it to be believable..

Argh i wish I had more time. Sorry Vector.

does that make sense?"

Yes it does.

[Jim Groovester]

Jim: I'd like to ask you on what ZU got when he died. What was his message when he died-the gist of it.

zombie urist was lynched. Neither of the two lynchees in dead chat mentioned anything about getting any extra flavor on their death.

Because it's pretty weird that you'd be speaking with the dead for a dreamer. Like..you're some kind of prophetess.

If you'll remember when I described the flavor I got on Solifuge's death, I managed to connect to the land of the dead and became aware of the spirits of dead players and the Prince's family.

A similar thing happened when zombie urist died, but to a greater degree. Now the connection is permanent.

Do you have any limitations?

I can't do anything that isn't in my role PM.

Since everyone is claimed, are we planning out night actions ahead of time?  With a block and a track and my action being verifiable (assuming Jim is telling the truth), we should be able to eliminate several people from scumhood.

Let's see.

You're the only player whom Lenglon can track. Therefore logically Lenglon should track you.

I'm logically the only player whom you can target and have an effect. However, I don't trust you. Therefore, you should target Tiruin, and verify your non-killerness by visiting Tiruin with a non-killing action that both Tiruin and Lenglon can verify. This way, we can see how long you will pretend to not be scum.

I don't know what I'm planning on doing. We'll see how web flips. If he flips town, I'm definitely killing someone.

[Lenglon]

"Uh..."
Jim: I may or may not go along with that plan. I'm not convinced that I shouldn't be tracking Tiruin instead right now, and I want to keep her guessing as to if I'll track her or not. do you think I should track Toaster even if Tiruin is lying?

[Toaster]

I am okay with targeting Tiruin, and will be doing that unless otherwise said.

[Leafsnail]

Or Lenglon is a good liar.

And by "good liar" you mean what exactly?  That Lenglon can magically predict mod errors?  That Lenglon is currently holding a gun to Vector's head and making her rig the game?

[Jim Groovester]

Jim: I may or may not go along with that plan. I'm not convinced that I shouldn't be tracking Tiruin instead right now, and I want to keep her guessing as to if I'll track her or not. do you think I should track Toaster even if Tiruin is lying?

Why do you suspect Tiruin?

I'd rather keep Toaster honest.

[Lenglon]

"Well, um, I kinda...
didn't I explain this earlier?
anyway, um, I kinda found her claim to be really... convienent?
She um, doesn't have to make alibi's for anything, but there's no way to verify what she says she can do. I just don't understand why she'd admit to us what she's capable of at all. I mean, she disabled herself pretty thoroughly when she did that, right?
It's... It's not really a whole lot to go on...
I'll... I'll probably go along with your plan and all, but no guarantees, ok?"

Jim: I may or may not go along with that plan. I'm not convinced that I shouldn't be tracking Tiruin instead right now, and I want to keep her guessing as to if I'll track her or not. do you think I should track Toaster even if Tiruin is lying?

Why do you suspect Tiruin?

I'd rather keep Toaster honest.

Jim: it's a weak suspicion based on her claim. I explained it in detail earlier. I'm more likely to follow your plan than not, but I'm not promising anything.

[Vector]

Please hold.

[Vector]

EVERYONE: I am here to present my deepest apologies for being so late with this, and so late with this game in general.  I will hold off on running another flavor-intensive game until I am in a more stable life situation; there's been a lot of random crap happening lately.  Just pretend I'm Pandarsenic having infinite midterms, if that helps.


The Prince doesn't return that day, and Horatio you only see occasionally, running in and out.  Did he care about the one who died last night?  Does he care about anything at all?  Why hadn't he cared to the same extent about the rest of you?  These are the questions you find yourselves wondering over, whether they're the right ones or not.  It seems selfish of him, and by the end of the day you're in a haze of hunger.  The hunters and merchants have not yet returned.


"Prince," says Vektor, "Come on.  Tell us about it."

"I had hoped. . ." says the Prince.  He seems to have cried himself out for now.  "I had hoped the girl who had died the night before would be my bride."

"And so you continued to keep the others hostage as they died, one by one, rather than asking her straight off."

"I wanted to be fair," says the Prince.

"But you had made up your mind."

"I had some misgivings.  I wasn't sure.  I knew for certain after she had perished.  It was so hard to--to do anything.  I knew what had to be done.  But I . . . wasn't strong enough to do it."

Vektor is quiet.  He wants to take Mischka back, but eyes the Prince's blade, his puffy red face, and leaves her where she is.

"You weren't sad because she died," he says carefully.  "You didn't love her.  You were disappointed that your game didn't turn out the way you wanted.  I don't even believe that she was the one you wanted most."

"But I could have loved her," says the Prince.  "I really could have."


You decide one of the girls might have been responsible for yesterday's tragedy.  Unlike the Prince, you do not execute on conjecture.  The rest of you pick her up and carry her bodily to the castle door, then order the archers to shoot her on sight if she ever returns.  She looks back over her shoulder, like a bride, and limps away down the dusty road.  You have left her with nothing but the dress on her back--and her life.


"Prince," says Vektor, "You may cut me down if I say this, but I am already old, I have lost my beloved, and someone must tell you."

"I'm listening," says the Prince.

"You are not fit to rule a courtyard, let alone a kingdom.  You have made a mockery of love; at this point in your story you are responsible for the deaths of six girls, a defenseless old man, and your own brother.  Certainly, whoever killed them was most guilty, but you could have fixed everything with a wave of your hand.

"My wife was taken from me by the snow.  You permitted human evil and pretended that nothing could be done about it, like it was a force as implacable as the weather!"

The Prince nods as he hears these charges, smiling bitterly.

"Why did you think I am here?"


In the girl's room you find an array of knives, and a pair of blood-red dancing shoes.

You are Okami no Rei, who wears Red Shoes.

You have been cursed to dance forever--cursed by some shoes once sent to you by a former suitor, spurned.  Hell hath no fury like a lover scorned, as you knew, but you made your decisions and now you shall lie with them.

The real reason why you're here is to get those shoes off your feet.  They were not red at first, but white satin.  The red came after, from bruising, from sores you could never treat, from blisters that formed upon other blisters, from blood and pus pouring out of your soles as you leaped and frolicked, a rictus grinning out of your face.  So long as there was a musician playing you could never stop dancing.

So long as you kept dancing, the musicians would never leave.  They waited while you slept and, to see you wake, began to play.  You begged them to go, but as you smiled and struck just one more attitude, jumped just once more to your toes, they changed the key again and blissfully watched your dance--and the coins passers-by threw at your bleeding feet.  Those that left told others about you--the amazing girl in the red shoes, so lithe, so lean, so tough, who never stopped dancing and smiling, hour after hour, who cried sometimes with the passion of her art!

When the Prince made his famous declaration calling for wives throughout the land, you pirouetted your way to his castle.  As queen, you could issue edicts and order the musicians beheaded, even after you were able to take your shoes off.  If you recognized one of your torturers, his head would roll.

Unfortunately, there is a musician around here somewhere who keeps strumming her balalaika and won't stop, no matter how many times you've asked.  You and your aching feet really wish that she would quit that.

The Black Swan approaches you with some sort of half-baked plan, mentioning personal vendettas and almost foaming at the mouth--but she says she'll kill the other ladies until she gets her target, and as they've all been smiling and laughing and throwing flowers and money and all sorts of other inanities at your feet, complimenting you on the authenticity of your screams in particularly dramatic places, you really wouldn't mind.

Maybe you'll be able to take out the musician, while you're at it.

You are a member of The Black Swan's Cohort.  You have a private chat here.  You win when the girls outside the cohort are dead.

Each night you may perform a pas de deux with someone, effectively making sure they get nothing else done (roleblock).  If you do this three times with the same person, they will die.

[She was able to take her shoes off]

Your role has been modified.

You now just have a plain old roleblock.  You kvetch at people, show them your feet, and generally distract them so much by being disgusting and foot-obsessed that they totally forget what they were up to.

Night will end as soon as I have received all actions.  This game has now become my first priority, so if you get them to me by the end of today, then night will be processed by the end of today.  I'm serious about this.

[Vector]

Didn't get them quite soon enough.

This remains my first priority and it will be finished by the end of the day tomorrow.