night six - killers

[guestcontrol]

special guests night six 24 players remaining. There's no way to mark the passage of time after lights out, but it isn't long before the lightbulb in your bedroom flickers back to life, and your door unlocks. Make your way into the park; the door will unlock for you, and the path you need to take lights up with a dim red glow. When you reach the foot of the treehouse, a ladder has been dropped for you. Climb up and come inside. The interior of the treehouse has been made comfortable for you. There's an old map of the park on the wall, as well as the mounted and stuffed heads of cartoon animal costumes on the wall. The decor seems like something of a parody of an upscale hunting lodge, and you're welcome to sit by the fire and enjoy snacks from back home, or relax in one of the outdoor hammocks. Enjoy yourself as you decide who to kill. After all, you're in on a little secret - none of this is real, and it's all part of a fun little game from which everyone, winners and losers alike, will wake up. current character statuses rulebook profiles All night votes will be due October 7 by 6 PM EST.

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[eventhandler]

[ANNND here is the rest of the people who aren't going to go kill people today. Royce is just going to stand and watch, puffing away on his cigarette (hes running low, he definitely needs to ask Crocodile if he can be supplied a new pack).]

Oh, so he does have a partner. How...interesting. And it's Kurapika, by the looks of it...

[sparklyrichbastard]

It seems like once again we've missed the buddy cops, though...

That's bad for your health, you know.

[eventhandler]

Yes...very bad luck, very bad luck indeed.

[He looks over at Tamaki with a raised eyebrow, more smoke coming out of his cigarette.]

Hmm? What is?

[sparklyrichbastard]

Your smoking! Didn't anybody ever tell you that's a terrible habit?

[eventhandler]

[He gives Tamaki a flat look, before he turns his gaze back towards the scene of the crime. A shrug.]

Oh, multiple times. [CONTINUES...SMOKING...]

[sparklyrichbastard]

[No!! Listen to Tamaki!!]

Smoking kills! And it makes your clothes smell terrible!

[eventhandler]

[Looking back over at Tamaki again.]

...So?

[tamaki, you getting royce to stop smoking is like trying to stop the seasons from changing. NOT HAPPENING.]

[sparklyrichbastard]

So! What happens when I smell like smoke tomorrow? Everyone will know we're in cahoots!

[eventhandler]

You can stand away from me, if you like...?

[ROYCE: KIND OF A JERK WHEN HE WANTS TO BE]

[sparklyrichbastard]

I don't want to stand away from you! We're a team! After the past two nights, we're practically partners!

[eventhandler]

I was there to make sure you...ah, you did your...[He vaguely gestures.] Activities correctly.

[Whether he is confirming the partner thing is TOTALLY UNKNOWN, thanks Royce.]

It's only a few feet away, if it...concerns you? Standing so you won't smell of smoke, I mean.

[sparklyrichbastard]

What if I wanted to hug you in a show of camaraderie!

[eventhandler]

[Gaze: Off. GLARE: ON.]

...No. Don't do that.

[sparklyrichbastard]

[You fool, your tsun only invokes my dere.]

Hm? Why shouldn't I?

[eventhandler]

[His expression is almost a scowl. ONLY TSUN CAN BE FOUND HERE.]

Because...because I don't like it. Don't want it. Don't...just don't do it.

[sparklyrichbastard]

[Give up now. I am underefeatable.]

Don't underestimate me. I'm a very good hugger.

[eventhandler]

I don't care if you are. Don't...do it.

[HE WILL PUNCH YOU IF HE HAS TO, TAMAKI]

[sparklyrichbastard]

[Tsks.]

Now I'm starting to think there may be some deeper seeded issues at work here. We should talk about this. Why are you so reluctant to hug me?

[eventhandler]

I don't like it...!

[He doesn't yell it, but instead, just kind of angrily wheezes. The annoyance on his face is evident, though.]

I don't need to...explain it. No! It's...no. Stop talking about it.

[sparklyrichbastard]

[Tamaki can tell he's struck onto something here. This is exciting. He will teach you the power of love.]

I feel sad for you. Hugs are one of the greatest pleasures a man can know!

[eventhandler]

...Don't touch me. Don't you dare. Don't you...I will not react, ah, favorably. At all.

[ROYCE DOES NOT NEED THE POWER OF LOVE.TAMAKI, WOULD YOU HUG A COBRA? NO? THEN DON'T DO THE SAME FOR ROYCE BECAUSE HE DOES NOT WANT HUGS RIGHT NOW]

[YOU ARE LITERALLY ASKING FOR A PUNCH TO THE FACE]

[sparklyrichbastard]

[I MIGHT. I MIGHT HUG A COBRA. I'M NOT HUGGING ANYONE YET BUT I WOULD CERTAINLY AT LEAST CONSIDER HUGGING A COBRA.]

I'm sensing some tension here.

[eventhandler]

[royce's look here can only be described as "NO SHIT SHERLOCK WHAT DO YOU THINK]

[sparklyrichbastard]

Perhaps it would be easier if we got to know each other a little better, hm?

[eventhandler]

...

[He takes out his cigarette to let out a puff of smoke into the night as he raises an eyebrow.]

[Yes, he's listening.]