killers - night four

[guestcontrol]

special guests night four 33 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 1 by 6 PM EST.

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[poyoyon]

'Course we do! It's our duty as your children!!!

[ WHEN DID SHE DECIDE THAT ]

[eventhandler]

...What? How are you my children? I have no...children.

[MURDERDAD REJECTS HIS ROLE: MURDERCHILDREN HEARBROKEN]

[poyoyon]

Royce-chan's the father, Patchouli-chan's the mother! We're a faaaaaaaamily!

[ he just needs to be told it's true repeatedly ]

[eventhandler]

...Just because of age? Honestly?

[IS HE EVEN HAVING THIS CONVERSATION RIGHT NOW]

[poyoyon]

Well, Ciel-chan can't be the father!

[ yes

behold the girl who delivered up missile and mabel as conversion options ]

[eventhandler]

But this is...[He's practically sputtering.] T-this is ridiculous! I'm not...not a parent, by any stretch of means, or...

[he has a sinking feeling he is going to lose this argument]

[poyoyon]

Ehehehe! But Royce-chan wants to take care of us, right?!

[ probably. she has persistent good cheer on her side. ]

[eventhandler]

[mumbles:]

I do want to ensure that...you all complete your tasks. Role. Without obstacles.

[this is probably roycespeak for "i do care in my own weird way"]

[poyoyon]

[ FLINGS HER ARMS AROUND HIM IN A HUG. ]

Ibuki likes Royce-chan, too!!!

[eventhandler]

[THE PERSONAL BUBBLE HAS BEEN COMPROMISED ABORT ABORT ABORT]

P-please get...get off of me, I don't really, quite like at all, I mean...just...

[INTERNALLY SOBS]

[poyoyon]

Royce-chan will get used to displays of affection! Ciel-chan hardly grumps about it anymore and it's only been four days!!!

[ of constant night hugs................ ]

[eventhandler]

[LOUD SIGH]

I'd rather we...not repeat this. Thank you.

[CONTINUES TO INTERNALLY SOB WHAT DID HE DO TO DESERVE THIS]

[poyoyon]

A cool, lonely father! Ibuki gets it! She will just have to chip away at the ice around Royce-chan's heart piece by piece...!

[ existed in ibuki's general vicinity ]

[eventhandler]

I do not have ice around my heart, I just do not like...touching...!

[crocodile you are a horrible person]

[poyoyon]

It's fine, it's fine! Ibuki didn't turn to gold, y'know!

[eventhandler]

...What does gold have anything to do with it?!

[it is of note that royce is not actually yelling he is just wheezing out his words angrily. it is probably very hilarious]

[poyoyon]

So it's not like Royce-chan's midas touch is a concern!!

[ Does she ever think before she speaks?

almost never... ]

[eventhandler]

What's a Mida's touch...?!

[YOU MAKE NO SENSE]

[poyoyon]

It's a story about a king who turns everything he touches to gold, of course!

[ DID YOU JUST NOW FIGURE THAT OUT OR ]

[eventhandler]

[HE DOESN'T HAVE GREEK MYTHS OR ANYTHING WHERE HE COMES FROM]

[HE LITERALLY DOESN'T KNOW WHAT A GIRAFFE IS AND STUFF LIKE THAT]

[SERIOUSLY]

...Are you comparing me to some...fictional character?

[poyoyon]

Absolutely positively!

[ you're welcome, royce. ]

[eventhandler]

[wow.]

This is...nonsense. Please stop.