DAY ONE - VOTING THREAD
Votes due tonight at midnight EST.
*Please bold/colorize the person you are voting to lynch for easier counting
** If you feel compelled to change your vote, go ahead... just edit and un-bold/colorize the original vote and type in the new one (please do not delete your original vote, as this will result in the complete economic collapse of Norway). You can change as many times as you want up to the close at midnight.
Gilae
20 years ago
Matilda whistled a tune happily as she mopped the area around the pool. It was unfortunate that another guest had left in such an untimely manner, but Matilda had been programmed to always look at the bright side. Perhaps they would let her clean out the pool! She moaned happily at the thought. She was delighted to pick up a discarded purse full of something vile.
Verileah
20 years ago
"Oh, very much so. Though I must admit I wasn't expecting to be here so long. Alive, anyway."
Zem globbered in a self pitying sort of way, though it spoke with a very matter of fact tone.
"They were supposed to dry me out ages ago, you know. It happens to all mattresses at some point; apparently many other forms of life enjoy sleeping on us.
Most mattresses take no issue with this, but I must say I don't see why I must die simply so someone else can get a comfortable night's rest. Why, you're resting on me right now and we're all perfectly content, aren't we?"
Zem floopily blew out a series of bubbles, falling uncharacteristically quiet, but soon recovered at the sound of another friend.
"That is such lovely music! Can I hear more music?"
Excited at the great honor of hearing more whistling from the robot, Zem gave a great flollop and splash.
Zem globbered in a self pitying sort of way, though it spoke with a very matter of fact tone.
"They were supposed to dry me out ages ago, you know. It happens to all mattresses at some point; apparently many other forms of life enjoy sleeping on us.
Most mattresses take no issue with this, but I must say I don't see why I must die simply so someone else can get a comfortable night's rest. Why, you're resting on me right now and we're all perfectly content, aren't we?"
Zem floopily blew out a series of bubbles, falling uncharacteristically quiet, but soon recovered at the sound of another friend.
"That is such lovely music! Can I hear more music?"
Excited at the great honor of hearing more whistling from the robot, Zem gave a great flollop and splash.
Merreck
20 years ago
Penelope had sent herself to lunch, and was standing in line at the buffet table when she over heard someone behind her say a guppy had died in the giant fish tank, apparently over fed.
"Poor little guppy," Penelope thought as she put some romaine lettuce on her plate, "probably didn't know when enough was enough."
"Poor little guppy," Penelope thought as she put some romaine lettuce on her plate, "probably didn't know when enough was enough."
m2
20 years ago
The tranquility of my UV bath was interrupted by the sound of a pair of gossiping Lab Technicians (Officially Adam and Steve were "Spectral Therapists" but I have known enough Lab Technicians in my time). The intrusion ultimately proved fortuitous however, as my impressive intellect was given the final piece of the puzzle that had been occupying one of the corners of my mind all day - Something was decidedly afoot.
I had heard something about the unpleasantness in the park the other day, but really didn't concern myself with it. I later learned that the corporeals had held some sort of 'Town Hall' meeting last night, though little good seems to have come from it as there has been more unpleasantness since then. The latter leaves me feeling somewhat conflicted in my desire to speak to the hotel on the matter.
Perhaps I shall join with the corporeals at their little meeting, they have evidentally decided to make them a regular event. Goodness knows they can use my wisdom and greeness.
I had heard something about the unpleasantness in the park the other day, but really didn't concern myself with it. I later learned that the corporeals had held some sort of 'Town Hall' meeting last night, though little good seems to have come from it as there has been more unpleasantness since then. The latter leaves me feeling somewhat conflicted in my desire to speak to the hotel on the matter.
Perhaps I shall join with the corporeals at their little meeting, they have evidentally decided to make them a regular event. Goodness knows they can use my wisdom and greeness.