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

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. ]

[curedham]

[Y'know, it probably isn't helping.

Even though Kongwai is directly across from her, L'Arachel takes her sweet time noticing that a certain animal belonging to a certain princess is drooling all over said princess's partner. Oops.

But okay, she can't remain oblivious forever; once she processes that this is happening she puts down the spoonful of Cheerios, straightens up, and whistles lightly. It gets the horse's attention, anyway, but it isn't until the second whistle that it stops chewing on Kongwai's hair and trots around the table back to L'Arachel, who rewards it with head-pats.]

My apologies. Stress makes the poor dear act out.

[catmagnet]

[ The apology makes Kongwai blink and look up from his food. Evidently he didn't notice or care about the tragedy happening to his hair. It doesn't take him too long to grasp the situation and react accordingly (i.e., smile and pretend he isn't just now noticing the horse drool). ]

It's quite all right. Things like that are nothing new for me.

[ A certain mouse probably gnawed on him more times than he would ever care to admit. ]

And I can't exactly blame the poor dear for being stressed either.

[ They've been stuck here for far too long, and he supposes that's doubly worse for a horse with no space to really run around. Not that he understands that feeling very well, being an indoors person who'd sit down and read most of the day away.

At any rate, in the worst case scenario, he can read to the horse to distract it, stares be damned. ]

[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.

[curedham]

[sleep is for people who haven't been kidnapped and forced into uncomfortable suspicion games the WEAK]

...Hm? No, no, I feel fine. [In an attempt to wave her hand in dismissal, she just ends up gesturing vaguely with her spoon and flinging Cheerios everywhere. If she notices that this just happened, she doesn't acknowledge it.] A tad of weariness is to be expected in these sorts of circumstances, but my energy remains high, I assure you!

[notaccurate]

[Luca just watches one of said cheerios bounce off the floor, roll around a bit, and eventually settle underneath a chair.

Then he looks back up to her, eyebrow raised.]

Are you sure? You seem a bit...less...you. Than you were yesterday.

[He can't think of the right words to explain what he means whoops.]

[curedham]

Less me. [She tilts her head, but doesn't let the confusion last. With as bright of a smile as she can muster, she attempts to pose dramatically, hits the table with her arm, knocks over the entire cheerio bowl, and pointedly ignores that that just happened.]

I assure you, I am every bit as radiant as I have been, in power, personality, and appearance! Divine justice never tires! [POSE POSE SPARKLE, and then she settles a little.]

...Nonetheless, your concern is appreciated.

[notaccurate]

[Luca looks down at the bowl on the floor, then back up to L'Arachel.]

Divine Justice has a problem with throwing food on the floor, then.

[He's not going to clean that up btw.]

[curedham]

[Divine Justice does what it WANTS, which means not even acknowledging all of the breakfast cereal everywhere except by a less spoon-flingy wave of her hand again. L'Arachel sure isn't cleaning up any of that; maybe everyone will just spend the rest of their time here crushing cheerios everywhere they walk.]

If it's food you are concerned about, the hot beverages provided with the meals is quite delicious with enough cream. [Vehemently segueing from the mess she refuses to admit to having made!! After all that, should she really be trusted to start pouring cups of hot coffee like she's doing right now? There's one without a problem; nobody make any sudden movements as she pours the other cup.] And I have never found anything so revitalizing! [divine justice doesn't need this much caffeiwell, no, she probably could use it at this point]

[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?

[curedham]

[The horse being left to its own devices is what leads directly to it chewing on Kongwai's hair for sustenance and entertainment, because we can't all be winners.

L'Arachel, meanwhile, pauses (and, as such, doesn't accidentally hit herself in the nose with her current spoonful of cheerios) and glances up at Gumshoe. She should snap at him for the stupid nickname, but she's too tired to care enough to do so.]

It is not. You may take it wherever you please.

[trenchdoting]

[Stupid nickname?! It's an endearing character trait, pal!]

Good! I'm not gonna take it anywhere. I'm just gonna... take it!

[He plops down in the seat and shifts uncertainly within it.

An awkward silence ensues.]

So... uh, pal... That sure was some stuff...

[curedham]

[Is that what we're calling it.

Oh, okay, well, he's just gonna sit there, then. That's what he meant. That's...whatever, she'll allow it.]

It was. [A short pause, which she spends pushing the cereal around her bowl with her spoon.] I suppose we can only hope it does not continue.

[trenchdoting]

[What else would they call it!]

I... I hope not either. We all gotta be able to get outta here whenever this game's done with.

[curedham]

[we could go back to the "stupid" thing]

Of course. There is much to be done outside of here, and to die over something like this...

I loath to say it, but I worry the only way to...not guarantee our safety, as I fear that impossible in these circumstances, but at least prevent a repeat of such a wicked display, is to quietly follow this game's intended purpose... [There's the slightest flicker of a scowl on her face as she says this, and she knocks off all that fidgeting.]