Firefly Mafia Round 3 Voting Thread - Due 11/1 Midnight EST

What the fuck guys?

Okay, I'm calling heads they live. Ras can do the toss. This vote is closed.

Head they live, or heads they die?

Head they live, or heads they die?

Yeah, to vote for me. Owen's post was empty when I posted my vote. He editted it in.

Even if you aren't mafia, I'm sorry. I'm a townie and I'm not going to let myself be lynched. Looks like forcing a tie was my only choice.

It's clear that most of the people voting for me are mafia. If I go down, you've got your prime suspects right there. Look at the voting history of the people that have voted for me. It makes no sense.

Yeah, to vote for me. Owen's post was empty when I posted my vote. He editted it in.

Even if you aren't mafia, I'm sorry. I'm a townie and I'm not going to let myself be lynched. Looks like forcing a tie was my only choice.

It's clear that most of the people voting for me are mafia. If I go down, you've got your prime suspects right there. Look at the voting history of the people that have voted for me. It makes no sense.

I guess that means if we live you'll have to waste a hit on me, thus proving that your mafia!

I guess that means if we live you'll have to waste a hit on me, thus proving that your mafia!

Scene inc in a few minutes courtesy of Ras :)

Scene inc in a few minutes courtesy of Ras :)

You're either mafia, an idiot, or both.

<3

edit: correction, upon further reflection. You're either mafia, or a horrible doctor.

edit2: <3 :P

You're either mafia, an idiot, or both.

<3

edit: correction, upon further reflection. You're either mafia, or a horrible doctor.

edit2: <3 :P

Surely, Trina and Pei Pei are safe, because they voted with him. Marko and Marconi are, too, seeing as how they voted for someone he believes to be mafia.

Surely, Trina and Pei Pei are safe, because they voted with him. Marko and Marconi are, too, seeing as how they voted for someone he believes to be mafia.

“You wanna explain to me one more time why we’re letting all the crazies back on the boat?” Jayne asked as he and Mal made their way back to Serenity. Repairs were just about finished, and Mal was more then ready to get off the station. An unforeseen complication had come up in the deal with Niska’s people, and it made him anxious to be on his way.

“They weren’t s’posed to get off in the first place, Jayne,” Mal answered impatiently. “If I recall, plan was for everyone to stay put.”

“Yeah, well that turned out fine and dandy didn’t it. Should of told ‘em they weren’t supposed to run around cuttin’ on people neither. Don’t you find it a might unsettlin’ that more people got off then got back on? I mean, where’d those other two get off to? Ain’t nobody seen ‘em since we made dock.”

“Maybe they got jobs,” Mal mused. While Jayne did have a point, he wasn’t sure exactly what he was supposed to do about it. They had a hot cargo, a ship full of ornery passengers, and Niska aiming to make their lives far more complicated then he had any right to. Looking for strays wasn’t high on his list. “Those that run off and get left, that’s their problem, but I ain’t gonna force anyone off that’s lookin’ to come with. That’s final”

As they made their way up the gangplank and into the cargo hold, Mal almost had to trace back and rethink what he had just told Jayne. In the center of the hold, standing in a loose circle, were his humble guests. What drew his attention was the fact that slightly above them, twisting from a pair of nooses, hung both Alex Han, and Ivan Vasilyevich. None of the other passengers said a word, just stood there staring up at their handiwork.

“See, that’s exactly what I’m talkin’ about,” Jayne said, pointing an accusatory finger towards the crowd. “These folk ain’t right! I say we round up every ruttin’ one of em, and leave em for Niska.”

“I ain’t saying you don’t have a point there,” Mal started, his eyes moving back to the man hanging in his cargo bay. “I’d like to be rid of them myself. But we drop this bunch here, and something like this happens, Niska’s like to take it personal. That’s trouble we don’t need. We stick to the plan, unload this cargo, then worry ‘bout what needs be done. HEY, CUT ‘EM DOWN!!”

The shout seemed to jolt the group out of their trance, and they set to releasing the pair, the ropes are undone, and the pair fall to the cold metal floor, side by side. Mal throws Jayne a look, who cursed to himself as he made his way down to the floor to get rid of the bodies. As he reached down to lift Ivan, he noticed the man’s arm move ever so slightly.

“Hey Mal, I think this one might still be…” Before he could finish his sentence, Ivan let loose a primal, guttural roar and a flash of metal slashed across Jayne’s chest. Jayne fell back, clutching the wound, and as Ivan moved to pounce on his newly acquired prey, seeming to draw on some hidden, unearthly strength, a shot was fired, and his brains explode out the back of his head. Beyond the crowd, Mal stood with his gun drawn, smoke pouring from the barrel.

“Crazy son of a bitch, how the hell did he survive that …” Jayne spat out, his hands covered in his own blood. As Mal came up on the body, he lifted the man’s shirt, and found a series of long metal pins sticking out from beneath the pale skin.

“He weren’t human no more, that’s how.”

“You wanna explain to me one more time why we’re letting all the crazies back on the boat?” Jayne asked as he and Mal made their way back to Serenity. Repairs were just about finished, and Mal was more then ready to get off the station. An unforeseen complication had come up in the deal with Niska’s people, and it made him anxious to be on his way.

“They weren’t s’posed to get off in the first place, Jayne,” Mal answered impatiently. “If I recall, plan was for everyone to stay put.”

“Yeah, well that turned out fine and dandy didn’t it. Should of told ‘em they weren’t supposed to run around cuttin’ on people neither. Don’t you find it a might unsettlin’ that more people got off then got back on? I mean, where’d those other two get off to? Ain’t nobody seen ‘em since we made dock.”

“Maybe they got jobs,” Mal mused. While Jayne did have a point, he wasn’t sure exactly what he was supposed to do about it. They had a hot cargo, a ship full of ornery passengers, and Niska aiming to make their lives far more complicated then he had any right to. Looking for strays wasn’t high on his list. “Those that run off and get left, that’s their problem, but I ain’t gonna force anyone off that’s lookin’ to come with. That’s final”

As they made their way up the gangplank and into the cargo hold, Mal almost had to trace back and rethink what he had just told Jayne. In the center of the hold, standing in a loose circle, were his humble guests. What drew his attention was the fact that slightly above them, twisting from a pair of nooses, hung both Alex Han, and Ivan Vasilyevich. None of the other passengers said a word, just stood there staring up at their handiwork.

“See, that’s exactly what I’m talkin’ about,” Jayne said, pointing an accusatory finger towards the crowd. “These folk ain’t right! I say we round up every ruttin’ one of em, and leave em for Niska.”

“I ain’t saying you don’t have a point there,” Mal started, his eyes moving back to the man hanging in his cargo bay. “I’d like to be rid of them myself. But we drop this bunch here, and something like this happens, Niska’s like to take it personal. That’s trouble we don’t need. We stick to the plan, unload this cargo, then worry ‘bout what needs be done. HEY, CUT ‘EM DOWN!!”

The shout seemed to jolt the group out of their trance, and they set to releasing the pair, the ropes are undone, and the pair fall to the cold metal floor, side by side. Mal throws Jayne a look, who cursed to himself as he made his way down to the floor to get rid of the bodies. As he reached down to lift Ivan, he noticed the man’s arm move ever so slightly.

“Hey Mal, I think this one might still be…” Before he could finish his sentence, Ivan let loose a primal, guttural roar and a flash of metal slashed across Jayne’s chest. Jayne fell back, clutching the wound, and as Ivan moved to pounce on his newly acquired prey, seeming to draw on some hidden, unearthly strength, a shot was fired, and his brains explode out the back of his head. Beyond the crowd, Mal stood with his gun drawn, smoke pouring from the barrel.

“Crazy son of a bitch, how the hell did he survive that …” Jayne spat out, his hands covered in his own blood. As Mal came up on the body, he lifted the man’s shirt, and found a series of long metal pins sticking out from beneath the pale skin.

“He weren’t human no more, that’s how.”

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No way. Didn't see that coming.

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No way. Didn't see that coming.

dammit

dammit

Damb, I knew the SK was a techie... Was right on my assumption (go figure).

Now for the Mafia...