Game 2 - DAY 3

[protoshepherd]

[ After ousting finishes, the bodies of Hans, Gina, York, and Bruce slowly turn into glass, starting from their feet and it works its way up until the glass covers the bodies. A few seconds after looking like a diamond statue, the glass shatters, leaving nothing but the broken pieces on the floor.

THERE CERTAINLY WERE HUMAN BODIES THERE EARLIER. WELL? NOT ANYMORE…!

Right after that, everyone will receive a text saying:

Congratulations on making it to the third day! Please get some rest now, as the game will continue tomorrow.
Had there been no wolf ousted the past two days, you all will be in grave danger as one more mistake would mean the wolves win. Oh no! :(
The poll has been updated. Please make sure to cast your votes on time.
Please remember that the game will be over once the number of remaining sheep is the same as the number of total wolves. That is three!

The twelve mirrors backstage will look pretty strange, too. Four of those mirrors have been broken as well, with only eight mirrors hung properly. If this isn't symbolic, then I don't know what is. Perhaps it would be best to clean the glass shards up. We wouldn't want anybody to get injured, right? And it would be best to get a lot of rest.

The loudspeakers seem to have been turned off now, and even the noise you could hear in the locked dressing room is gone… mysterious. But it's also helpful since you'd want to sleep peacefully at night, right?

Of course you do. Come morning, the stage will have Samurai Dogs YET AGAIN, coffee, Cheerios and milk. Have at it. ]

Poll #16634

This poll is closed.
Open to: Access List, detailed results viewable to: Just the Poll Creator, participants: 4

Who do you think are wolves?

Nagi Springfield, Gilderoy Lockhart
0 (0.0%)

Asuna Yuuki, Aoi Kurashiki
0 (0.0%)

Inspector Cabanela, Jesse Pinkman
1 (25.0%)

Dick Gumshoe, Bobby Fulbright
2 (50.0%)

Luca Valentino, Lucina
0 (0.0%)

Grace Makutsi, Tony Chu
0 (0.0%)

L'Arachel, Kongwai Tao
0 (0.0%)

Diana, Dandy
1 (25.0%)

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We'll be going on a break this weekend!

[ 00 EST 24 April: Clue/Activity!!* (change of plans, I'll drop a clue tomorrow so you guys can do something over the weekend.)

00 EST 27 April: Suspicion poll comes to an end and Ousting poll gets put up.

00 EST 28 April: Ousting poll draws to a close. A new day begins, with two teams out of the game. ]

Comments

[yeahscience]

[Jesse is not looking at his phone. Jesse is not looking at the mirrors. Jesse is not paying attention to the sudden lack of noise, because Jesse is too busy staring in horror at the glass shards that used to be four people.]

What... what the...

[notaccurate]

[Oh look someone else is staring at what used to be people.

And he feels doubly-ill because that almost was him and Lucina.]

That...that didn't happen before, did it?

[fencefatale]

[ This isn't Asuna's first time seeing someone get killed before her very eyes. But she had believed that the killing game would have been her last. Boy, was she wrong. She is completely aghast right now.

She looks at the people, and then at Jesse. And then at the people yet again. Her stomach twists uncomfortably and she looks like she's going to feel sick, but instead opts for clenching her teeth, trying her best not to panic. ]

This... It's not real, is it? It's just-- some illusion. This isn't supposed to be possible. People don't just turn into glass.

[thefaceofjustice]

Glass shards that used to be people?? I... I don't think any forensics expert in the world would be prepared to deal with this!

[bestworstdad]

What the hell...?

[Busy inspecting the glass shards, mostly hoping to see no blood.

Well, either way, that was clearly a death. There were magic spells that could turn people to stone. Glass wasn't too far off.]

Alright, which of you asses is the actual mage? Cause I definitely don't have my spells.

[notaccurate]

It wasn't me. I cannot do magic, and magic from my world does not work like that anyway.

[Technically he is telling the truth. But it is a very large technicality. ]

[fencefatale]

[ Always ever the skeptic, Asuna just simply arrows her eyes at him with the most dubious look in her eyes. ]

Well, it's definitely not me -- I could only use magic in ALO. [ A beat. ] And are we really sure this is magic?

[pestsandplagiarism]

...I'd ask you if you really wanted to talk publicly about that, but I suppose the kneazle's out of the bag regardless...

Still, even with the countless vile villains and bothersome beasts I've gone toe to toe with, I can't say I've seen anything quite this awful!

[immortalhope]

No... oh, gods...

[At first, for a moment, Lucina is frozen in terror at the sight before her.

Only a moment, though.

Now, she's furious. She instinctively draws her sword and begins shouting out to the audience area.]

Is this your idea of a game?! IS IT?!

[She throws her phone to the ground with her free hand, before hacking the drum set to pieces in a rage. With that gone, she turns back to the audience, pointing Falchion at what must surely be out there.]

I will be party to this farce no longer! Face me in battle, or set us free this instant!

[curedham]

[Okay, well, L'Arachel's going to wait until after Lucina has destroyed the poor drums to approach her—her shoes click as she steps and she waits until she's right at Lucina's side to lay a hand on her shoulder because she knows better than to just sneak up on a lady with a goddamn sword.]

It will not face you. [For once in her life, L'Arachel is rather subdued—her voice is soft, even, though firm and steady.]

If they are truly dead, this is an ultimate act of cowardice—it was not those ousted our captor had issue with. If it will resort to this, it certainly does not have the honor to face any of us.

All with mod permission

[inspectormacarena]

[Cabanela's seen and heard a lot of strange things since waking up in this place, but people turning to glass and shattering? That's on a whole new level. Why? Why did this have to happen? He'd set a certain plan in motion just before the ousting finished, but it seems like a cruel joke now. When he takes out his pocketwatch, he doesn't expect to pick up a signal at all. Or, if he does, it'd point him to Prince Hans's remains. Surprisingly, that turns out not to be the case at all.

While everyone panics over the glass shards which were once people, Cabanela dashes over to the audience area in the concert hall, pocketwatch in hand. This... This makes no sense. How could the signal be coming from here of all places?

Needless to say, the good inspector spends the rest of the night crawling along between the audience seats, running his hands over the ground as if he's looking for a contact lens or something. That assumption would be sort of correct. It's just not a contact lens he's looking for. He's also keeping an eye on the stage for suspicious activity, but when the time comes for breakfast, he won't get to witness anything at all. The lights go out for a good thirty seconds and when they come back on, the food is just... there.

...Damn it all. He'll grab some coffee and go back to searching the audience area, then. Feel free to catch him crawling along the dirty floor between the seats, either at night or after breakfast's been served. Just beware, come morning he won't have had a good night's sleep in two days and all these dead ends he keeps hitting aren't helping his temper any.]

[notaccurate]

[Luca doesn't bother Cabanela at night, because he has other things to worry about. But come morning, when Cabanela is still searching the aisles, Luca will finally go over to find out what is going on.]

What are you looking for?

[He skips right over the 'are you looking for something' question, because it's pretty obvious that he is looking. Whatever it is, it must be important, for this guy to work all night looking for it.]

[curedham]

[L'Arachel needs a moment to panic over what she just witnessed and then another moment to stop panicking before she can drag herself away from the pile of glass that used to be people to go investigate the mystery of just what Cabanela thinks he's doing scrounging around on the floor—she'd better keep up, especially given their plans and the giant wrench thrown into them.]

Is there something amiss over here? [aren't enough things amiss over there]

[thefaceofjustice]

This text doesn't say if we've brought one or two of the wolf teams to justice...

But after reviewing our information, I believe that only one wolf team has been voted out.

My theory is that since Prince Hans was so quick to vote out Ms. Kelly and Dr. Grey without waiting to see what others would do, that it is very unlikely that both of their teams were wolves.

[fencefatale]

So you mean if we assume that Hans-san was the wolf and the group that was voted out on day one wasn't, then one of the other two teams in the clue is the wolf, right?

[fencefatale]

[ Asuna is just tired of all of this, even if it doesn't show much, if at all, on her face. Although she seems to be pacing around, trying to stay away from the shattered dead bodies (?) before deciding to go to get something to eat. She won't be able to think on an empty stomach, and it wouldn't be any good if she makes other people worry like this. She has important things to do, important people to see. It's been three days, and the one who's completely worried sick is her.

After managing to get something into her stomach, she decides to stay in a corner of the stage before gesturing her hands to the side, as if she were to grab something that just wasn't there... before sighing. ]

If only I had my rapier, then I-- [ wouldn't be so helpless. But she doesn't voice that thought aloud. Although she's had her cellular phone off for the longest of times to preserve battery, considering the fact that A) they were no longer in Japan and B) she wasn't receiving signal to begin with, she suddenly decides to turn it on, as if she'd get a glimmer of hope that way. She couldn't contact Yui this way, of course, but there was always something that relieved her in her time of trouble.

And that was the sound of a young boy's heart beating that she could hear over the soft speakers of her phone. While she couldn't contact him (he was in the hospital, after all) the sound itself gave her a strange sense of comfort, causing her to close her eyes in relaxation before murmuring to herself aloud, worriedly; ] Kirito-kun... What do you think I should do?

[ She's not really in a mood to be bothered right now, being completely wary of her surroundings, but the fact that's she's a little distracted mean that anybody who walks manages to speak up to her or briefly touch her might just spook the young woman. ]

CLUE

[protoshepherd]

[ Everyone's phones will beep. 1 new message! There will be no option to reply. ]

Hello again! It seems we have caused a misunderstanding. The two teams that have been taken out of the game have not been "murdered", as one would say. They are currently watching from the balcony Say hello! [ You can't see that part of the coliseum, though. It's pitch black. But, seeing that Cabanela put some tracking thing on Hans, he's able to get signals where the balcony is. ]
This will be the last clue we will provide. This is called the "safe sheep" clue, in which the only team we will state is actually a sheep.
Grace Makutsi and Tony Chu are sheep. We do not lie!

[thefaceofjustice]

...So if we want to look at this clue as a one-in-three like the other clues, there's three more teams.

Myself-- Detective Bobby Fulbright and Detective Dick Gumshoe,
Inspector Cabanela and Mr. Pinkman,
and Ms. Diana and Mr. Dandy.

[Now he looks up at the balcony. Is anyone really up there? Well, he'll shout up the traditional greeting and listen if anyone responds:]

IN JUSTICE WE TRUST!

[yeahscience]

[Jesse tries, anyway, starting to type on the keys.]

how are we su

[Okay, that's clearly not working. He cups his hands and shouts to the rafters:]

How are we supposed to believe that, yo!? They bit it right in front of us!

only a little late to the party; mod permission also acquired!!

[curedham]

[Her gasp turns into a shriek the second the glass shatters—L'Arachel claps her hand over her mouth, and ogles at the glass fragments that were four other people.

It isn't the worst thing she's seen, but it may be close to the most surreal, and up there among the most surprising—what sort of magic could possibly be responsible for this? And after an insistence that no one would be killed, why—

But she knows why. They can't enact their plan this way—they've been caught.

She's about a million different kinds of mad, but L'Arachel doesn't, surprise of all surprises, act out immediately. For a few moments, she doesn't move but to lower her hand and clench her other fist around her staff, and stares at the pile of glass, her expression stony.

She won't allow herself to be intimidated. With a soft huff, she spins around on her heel and marches off to attempt something resembling damage control for the others.

Come nighttime, she proceeds with the watch as planned; she's far from as optimistic about their potential for success as she had been when arranging the idea, but the blackout too short for her to even collect her bearings frustrates her no less for it. One second, nothing, the next, food, and tiny reflective shards of glass at the table's feet.

In the morning L'Arachel can be found slumped at the breakfast table in a decidedly unprincesslike fashion. In one hand, she holds one of the mirror fragments between two fingers and squints at it like she expects to find something. With the other hand, she keeps trying to eat a bowl of dry cereal, but for the most part she keeps hitting parts of her face that aren't her mouth with the spoon and trying to play it off like nothing.

As always, her horse is just kinda, y'know, hanging out, and L'Arachel is way too tired to even pretend to deal with whoever's food the horse is gonna try eating today (everyone's).]

[catmagnet]

[ Kongwai isn't doing much better right now. Sure, his table manners are as impeccable as ever, but he's missing a lot of his usual grace today. Maybe it's because he stayed up late poring over the book he always carries around and writing notes on loose leaf papers.

Or maybe he's just not in a good mood because a certain horse is chewing on his hair. Could go either way. ]

[notaccurate]

[Did nobody sleep much last night?

When Luca makes his appearance (freshly washed and dressed as well as he can be, of course), he notices how out of it L'Arachel looks, and decides to go over and check on her.]

Are you alright? If you are tired you can rest for a few more hours, I do not think we will be contacted for some time yet.

[trenchdoting]

[Gumshoe was about to head over to the horse, to feed her some breakfast and take his mind off of the glassy situation.

...But he notices L'Arachel sitting at the table, looking so disoriented, and he can't quite bring himself to just pass her by. So he shuffles over to the seat next to her at the table.]

...This seat taken, pal?

HEY GUYS LUCA HAS A THING

[notaccurate]

[Some time after the clue has come out, Luca tries to go around and talk to everyone he can. He's not so great at talking in front of a lot of people at once, though, so he sounds a tad on the nervous side as he speaks.]

So, I had a thought. If you don't mind my asking, could everyone possibly answer a couple questions?

One: Can you do magic? And if you answered 'yes' to that, have you tried to do it while you have been here?

[He doesn't expect everyone to be honest, but he is hoping for at least one honest answer, so he can figure something out.]

[catmagnet]

Yes, I can. I specialize in light-element spells, but when I attempted to cast one, it's like...how to put it...

[ Kongwai pauses for a moment, searching for the right words to use. ]

...It's like my ability to doesn't exist here. Even sensing magic is beyond me right now.

Discuss things and stuff!

[inspectormacarena]

[So it's coming down to this, is it? Apparently this group is in dire need of some more common sense, so Cabanela will be the one to try and dish it out. He's totally new to games like this, so his number crunching of sorts may be off on this, but they're supposed to be working together and there's very little of that going on right now.

He'll speak up when there's as many people as possible in the room. Hopefully everyone.]

Listen up, gaaang! Things are about to get serious and the way I'm seein' it, we can't afford to make any more mistakes. If we oust another team of our own, we might as well hand this game to the wolves on a silver plaaatter. Even our host agrees with that.

Let's talk statistics, shaaall we? [This would work so much better if he had a white board or something, but alas. Everyone will just have to visualize inside their heads.] We've got several options here. The first is to act on today's clue. Like Shades said, now that we have our confirmed team, there's three more left, one of whom would be big bad wolves. That means we've got a 33% chance of nabbing 'em. Still with me so far?

Another option that we have is to revisit eeearlier oustings and see where we went wrong. Seems highly unlikely that both teams who got voted out were wolves, but we must've gotten it right at least once. If you want my opinion, I'd say that was our Prince of the Southern Isles and his lady partner. Bearing in mind how fast he was to throw accusations around and who were the recipients, that'd just prooove we got the wrong team on the first night. Which would leave two teams of that first clue, one of whom is hiding some nasty fangs. Chances of catching 'em if we act on that? 50%. Assuming you all agree that Prince Hans and Miss Gina were wolves, of cooourse.

[He snaps his fingers, then stretches out his arm.] Do me a favor, yeah babies? Don't blindly start following other people's votes and think for yourselves. You got suspicions? Throw 'em out there and discuss. People turned to glass yesterday and our host's insubstantial claims asiiide, I will be disappointed in anyone who takes that lightly.

[thefaceofjustice]

...I'm going to be open with you, Inspector Cabanela.

That vote up there for your team was made by me.