Mini 1501: We're On A Boat! (END?! results inside)

[Grimgroove]

Our cop should consider claiming, it's pretty obvious who they are and who their targets were and I wasn't PR hunting.

To be honest, I thought it was you. Your switch with regards to me between the end of Day 1 and the start of Day 2 always struck me as odd, in a Town-PR kind of way. Explaining my strong townread on you.

Now that this is obviously not the case, you need to explain that 180 with regards to me in more detail. Upon my arrival you were pushing for my lynch, calling my catch-up bad, and then suddenly you backed off COMPLETELY. You have not even sought interaction with me, apart from a constructive talk near the end of Day 2 where you asked me to explain my townread on Plum.

[Yates]

To be honest, I thought it was you

Look. It's like this.

Plum is scum.

*I* am the cop.
CTD is town.
SpyreX is Town neighbor.
fferyllt is the doc.

fferyllt saved SpyreX last night as an obvious neighbor save.

Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

That leaves the remaining scum in you, Garm, and Peabody. That's why the conversation today is doing nothing.

Hammer at will.

[fferyllt]

To be honest, I thought it was you

Look. It's like this.

Plum is scum.

*I* am the cop.
CTD is town.
SpyreX is Town neighbor.
fferyllt is the doc.

fferyllt saved SpyreX last night as an obvious neighbor save.

Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

That leaves the remaining scum in you, Garm, and Peabody. That's why the conversation today is doing nothing.

Hammer at will.

Who was investigated on night 1?

[fferyllt]

fferyllt is the doc.

fferyllt saved SpyreX last night as an obvious neighbor save.

This is incorrect btw. I'm not doc.

[fferyllt]

Says I wrote that, but it's quoted from Yates.

[CrashTextDummie]

I now wish I hadn't brought this up.

Fferyllt, please just hammer Plum. Any further discussion of power roles is bound to do more harm than good and you guys are idiots for having it.

Plum is caught scum. I don't know where this "intent to hammer" business is coming from, but Plum knows to claim when put at L-1. Her claim is obviously fake.

[pitoli]

VOTE COUNT 3.3

Yates (3):

Grimgroove, Garmr, Plum

Plum (4):

Peabody, Yates, SpyreX, CrashTextDummie

Not Voting (1):

fferyllt

With 8 alive, it takes 5 votes to lynch.

Time until deadline: (expired on 2013-11-21 00:00:00)

Mod Notes

: SpyreX has been poked and prodded.

[Garmr]

To be honest, I thought it was you

Look. It's like this.

Plum is scum.

*I* am the cop.
CTD is town.
SpyreX is Town neighbor.
fferyllt is the doc.

fferyllt saved SpyreX last night as an obvious neighbor save.

Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

That leaves the remaining scum in you, Garm, and Peabody. That's why the conversation today is doing nothing.

Hammer at will.

This sounds like a tracker report more than a cop report but that's just my opinion on it.

[fferyllt]

VOTE: Plum

[fferyllt]

But, I seriously don't get the haste here.

:/

[Plum]

Mazal tov.

[fferyllt]

I have a theory about the 2nd kill being SK and who the SK would be, but I don't want to float it in case the player is the 2nd killer but is vig.

I expect anyone would conclude similarly if we continue to see either additional kills or kills that don't look scum-motivated, so I'll leave it at that for now.

[Grimgroove]

Did you see my theory?

[Grimgroove]

Given Yates' "reads" that theory goes out of the window :p

[fferyllt]

Did you see my theory?

Yeah, I did. My theory's different.

[Grimgroove]

Given Plum's mazal tov I think it's safe to assume my reads can be ignored as she'll flip scum.

Told you this game was over my head.

[Garmr]

@FFerylt
I wouldn't go to deep into night kill speculation. You could completely wrong about who the killer is or his limitations and that could end in terrible consequences like a mislynch or a stray night kill.

[fferyllt]

I've said all I'm going to say for now.

[pitoli]

I might survive a few days at sea. Probably not as long as Pi.
~ Suraj Sharma

VOTE COUNT 3.4 (FINAL)

Plum (L-0):

Peabody, Yates, SpyreX, CrashTextDummie, fferyllt

Yates (3)

: Grimgroove, Garmr, Plum

A lynch has been achieved!

[pitoli]

The discussion seems to make its way in slow circles throughout the day. After various people are accused, the group slowly begins to settle on one as the culprit. She tries to defend herself, but the will of the many is too much for even her to overcome. One by one the others finger her as the person to die today. As the pressure mounts

Plum

begins to falter and finally cracks.

Before anyone can stop her,

Plum

has leapt to her feet and pulled out a gun hidden inside her coat. After a quick scan of the lynch mob around her, the infiltrator raises the gun to her temple.

”Mazel tov,”

Plum

says evenly, without a shred of hesitation. The rest of you are too shocked to react –

why isn’t she aiming at any of you? she’s not trying to take anybody down with her?

Before anybody can spring themselves into motion, she pulls the trigger. She is dead before she hits the floor with a final, sickening thud.

You lament that she didn't give up any more clues before she died - whether she had partners, for instance, and if so - how many.

Like with the last scum you found, you decide to search the corpse thoroughly. You’re a little more reassured than last time, though. Going through her clothes pockets, you find several extra bullet cartridges and an elegant silk scarf. After you are done, you condemn the corpse to the sea, carrying the burden across the deck and heaving her overboard.

The search for evidence leads back to her room, but yields nothing out of the ordinary.

Plum

had apparently brought nothing aboard the ship with her, besides the clothes on her back and the intent to kill.

You say a small prayer of gratefulness to no one in particular. You’re glad the scum didn’t have the chance to use up the rest of the bullets.

Plum,

Mafia Goon

, was lynched Day 3!

Night 3 begins!

Deadline: Saturday, November 16th, midnight PST

[pitoli]

No one’s congratulating themselves on the successful lynch today, however – it does seem like a small burden has been lifted from the group. You thought there might be a chance that you had eradicated all the scum, but even then how would you know for sure?

You take a leisurely dinner out on the deck, trying to ignore the circumstances and enjoy the sea air. What you are really doing is avoiding the retreat indoors, which would quickly be followed by night, which would quickly be followed by… more death?

You’d have to wait and see.

When you finally do get back to your cabin, you decide to drag the ornate wooden armoire behind your door. Just in case. If the scum decide to visit you tonight, the obstacle might not hold them off for long, but it would at least buy you some time. And that could make all the difference.

The furniture is relentlessly heavy. After it’s moved, you’re so drained that you let yourself fall into bed without another thought.

You sleep perfectly soundly, running through dreams upon dreams, none of which you remember when you wake up.

Hours later, you are rudely woken by a sharp rapping on your door, followed by someone trying to turn the knob on the door. Your heart starts with panic, until the person on the other side calls out, “

No sleeping in! C’mon, what are you playing at? It’s time to get this over with.”

You laugh to yourself quietly. Of course scum don’t announce themselves before entering a victim’s room. This whole thing has turned you silly.

Quite insane, actually.

With another laborious effort, the armoire is moved out of the way and you emerge from your room. You’re apparently the last to have risen, and the others are all nerves and impatience.

You fall into step as the group heads to the main deck. This is a morbid routine by now. You begin thinking of possible ways this day might go.

As you surface on the deck, the sunlight is harsh and in your eyes. You’re blind, thrown off for a moment.

Then you hear a loud thud.

Then another. Faces dissolve in panic.

Yes, with this voyage – you can always assume the worst. You are right to assume the worst.

You look overboard to determine the location of the foreboding sound; perhaps there is something hitting the sides of the ship? Some stray flotsam, perhaps?

No, there’s nothing there.

One by one eyes are cast skyward. Subconsciously you know what the sound is before you even see the body. It hangs by the main mast, clumsily swaying in the wind.

Grimgroove,

Vanilla Townie

, was killed Night 3.

Day 4 begins!

Deadline: Friday, November 29th, midnight PST

[pitoli]

Old and young, we are all on our last cruise.
~ Robert Louis Stevenson

VOTE COUNT 4.0

Not Voting:

SpyreX, Yates, fferyllt, Garmr, CrashTextDummie, Peabody

With 6 alive, it takes 4 votes to lynch.

Time until deadline: (expired on 2013-11-29 00:00:00)

Mod Notes

:

[Garmr]

Well that's surprising. Why do i get the feeling someones trying to set me up.

[fferyllt]

Yates?

[Garmr]

Oh fferyllt I am going to be honest I don't have the ability to kill at night I was subtly hinting at it in my previous posts so mafia would kill me in the night phase thinking I was the Vig or SK.