Momo let out a breath she did not realize she had been holding. It was a long, glorious breath - one she'd remember for the rest of her life. She had survived, by the skin of her teeth. Casting a nasty glare to those who had voted for her, Momo bent down and picked up a pebble from the beach and pitched it at the Sith Lord, catching the back of his head.
"Jerk," she mumbled as she stalked back to the hotel.
Saved by the Tail (Lynch Scene)
It had come down to this. The wizard and the gunslinging poet. Ty watched the discussion unfold, getting drunker by the moment as on his monitor fingers tentatively pointed to their suspects, then more firmly called for justice.
Could he really stand by and allow this to reach its inevitable conclusion? He washed down a moment of self disgust with more wine. Of course he could. He had to know what happened next. Would the evil killers be brought to justice? Or would this be collateral damage in the name of a higher cause?
Victoria spoke suddenly in his ear. She adjusted her speaker to a throaty whisper.
“Heads or tails, master?”
Ty recoiled, understanding her intentions immediately. “Victoria, stop it.”
“Heads…or tails?”
In the distance, Ty could hear a sound like a coin hitting the floor. The doll wouldn’t be very adept at flipping a coin, would she? The fact that she was using a coin to decide who lived and who died was oddly secondary to the mental image of her clumsy hands, her awkward movements as she manipulated the small object. What a strange being she had become. She was programmed with a random number generator. Why not just use that?
Because she wanted him to choose. Who would live. Who would die.
He choked out an answer, horrified that he was capable of this, knowing that it was easy, that he liked it, the rush of power. Who lived. Who died. All in his hands.
“Tails. Tails!”
There was a static-y sound that could have been a sigh. “Very well, master.”
~*~*~
“Attention all guests! Dinner will be served shortly in the ballroom. Please board the tram to return to the hotel.”
The surreal call for dinner seemed to clear the homicidal fog that had surrounded the guests. Was it dinner time already? Where had the day gone? How could anyone think about food at a time like this?
Were Mike and Peter really guilty? It seemed too soon to say for certain. And what had they been contemplating doing about it, anyway? What had come over them?
No, there would be no more death tonight.
Or would there?
/ooc dun dun dun! No death by lynching tonight. Luck of the coin toss O_O.
Also OMFG SKIDS ARE DUE SO SKID, SKID like the WIND. Mafia hit goes up tomorrow at 9 AM EST, and we would DEARLY LOVE IT if the voting for the lynch could end at 9 PM EST.
ROzbeans
15 years ago
Wystro
15 years ago
"If only this wooden dildo could talk..."
Chrystal picked up the strangely shaped bit of driftwood and points it at all gathered in a slow, considered arc.
"I'll have my eye on each and every one of you! And I have one more item in the scavenger hunt..."
Chrystal picked up the strangely shaped bit of driftwood and points it at all gathered in a slow, considered arc.
"I'll have my eye on each and every one of you! And I have one more item in the scavenger hunt..."
Mai
15 years ago
Adila sat in her room on the bed next to the packed suitcase. She looked down at the picture of her mother that she'd brought with her; the image smiled back her like it believed in her even from beyond the grave.
"This is stupid, Mama. These people are crazy. I can't help nobody; I'm no super hero." Adila wiped away a tear that had fallen on the glass. Her face set in determination, she put the photo away and pulled out a notebook.
"Yeah, its stupid alright." This wasn't pretend anymore and people were dying but she still wanted her mother to be proud of her. Running away, assuming she could even -get- away would make her wonder forever whether she could have done something to make a difference.
((OOC: Got to have some crazy reason for staying while murderers are running loose, cause lord knows I'd be on the next flight off LOST ver2.0))
-And creepy momento there, Wystro! ;)
"This is stupid, Mama. These people are crazy. I can't help nobody; I'm no super hero." Adila wiped away a tear that had fallen on the glass. Her face set in determination, she put the photo away and pulled out a notebook.
"Yeah, its stupid alright." This wasn't pretend anymore and people were dying but she still wanted her mother to be proud of her. Running away, assuming she could even -get- away would make her wonder forever whether she could have done something to make a difference.
((OOC: Got to have some crazy reason for staying while murderers are running loose, cause lord knows I'd be on the next flight off LOST ver2.0))
-And creepy momento there, Wystro! ;)
Kilandra
15 years ago
(sorry about lack of participation yesterday, a family emergency arose, still dealing with things, but should be able to be around more)
Liza shivered, shaking off all the disturbing imagery and talk. She'd stayed back, stayed quiet, her mind bouncing back and forth between reality and obvious make believe. This was a LARP afterall. Why would they all assume it was real? It sure looked real, yes, but... Hollywood made things look real all the time! And this place, well, surely someone with this kind of money could do just as well.
Right?
Another shudder, another glance across the water, listening to the mutters as the others walked off. "I can't believe you all just ~voted~ to punish someone for this" she quietly stated, more disturbed by that than the supposed dead body of Vinnie the Vampire.
But, just to be on the safe side, she patted down her right thigh, and sighed with a bit of relief that her blade was there, still hidden in the folds of her culottes. Two blades on her back was apparently not comfort enough for this baker, especially when boarding a tram full of the very people who grew blood lust-y at the first sign of danger.
But... again... This was a LARP. Isn't that the point? Solve murders, be a murderer, last man standing deal?
"I hope their dinner is better than breakfast and that sorry excuse for a muffin!"
Liza shivered, shaking off all the disturbing imagery and talk. She'd stayed back, stayed quiet, her mind bouncing back and forth between reality and obvious make believe. This was a LARP afterall. Why would they all assume it was real? It sure looked real, yes, but... Hollywood made things look real all the time! And this place, well, surely someone with this kind of money could do just as well.
Right?
Another shudder, another glance across the water, listening to the mutters as the others walked off. "I can't believe you all just ~voted~ to punish someone for this" she quietly stated, more disturbed by that than the supposed dead body of Vinnie the Vampire.
But, just to be on the safe side, she patted down her right thigh, and sighed with a bit of relief that her blade was there, still hidden in the folds of her culottes. Two blades on her back was apparently not comfort enough for this baker, especially when boarding a tram full of the very people who grew blood lust-y at the first sign of danger.
But... again... This was a LARP. Isn't that the point? Solve murders, be a murderer, last man standing deal?
"I hope their dinner is better than breakfast and that sorry excuse for a muffin!"