Mafia IX Game Thread - St Valentines Massacre - Night 6

[Fostire]

Gianni Russo and his assistant/lackey Enzo Mancini where taking a small walk around the city. Having only recently arrived, they knew not much of the place and not knowing things is something Gianni despises.

See, I told you this city would be a great place to open shop, non of these places will be able to compete

I dunno Boss, what about that sandwich place across the street?

It does look a bit better than those other places, do you think it'll be a problem?

It wouldn' hurt to take a look.

Alright, let's check it out

As the pair is crossing the street they are almost hit by car
HEY! I'M WALKIN' HERE. Damn bastards don't know how to drive anymore.

Gianni continues walking towards the sandwich shop still cursing under his breath but Enzo stares at where the car went.
Say Boss, didn't that driver look familiar to you?

Didn't get much of a chance to look at him.

Well, it looked a lot like that guy you met yesterday, what was his name?

You mean androgial?

Yeah, that one.

If it was him, I hope he gets shot. Come on, let's go.

Yes Boss.

The pair enter the sandwich shop and take a look around.

[The Bushranger]

Liriel stood at the sink washing dishes from last week. She scrubbed at the dirty dishes furiosly, trying to clean them. That's when she felt the temperature drop a few degrees in the room. She stopped scrubbing but didn't turn around.

Patrick chooses this moment to return to full tangibility, and removes his fedora respectfully.
I apologise for my long absence, milady. It's good to see you again, Liriel.

[ThePhantom]

"Hi there, can I get you two gentlemen anythings? Ham sandwiche, turkey sandwiche, BLT sandwiche? You ask for a sandwiche, and we'll give you a sandwiche." The name tag of the man behind the counter says: Hello, My name is Todd Rose

[whitehelm]

Hmm...twice now there has been a point at Queenfange right after a point at iceddragons. The points aren't that far apart so it's probably a coincidence, but I've got nothing better to go on right now.

iceddragons

[Amplify]

((Inigo picks himself up off the stations steps.))

"Right, well brooding over it isn't going to help, I might as well visit the local newspaper archives and find out who the other former high priests were and take my revenge on them, at least it gives me somewhere to start in my quest for Atreyu."

A short trek and a few stops for directions later, he arrives at a somewhat diapalated brick office building that dosn't appear to get a whole lot of use.

Headed inside, he walks up to the clerk's desk.

"Hello my good man, do you have the newspapers by event?
"Indeed we do." the clerk replies.
"Excellent. May I take a look at the newspapers for the High priest Imohotep murders and all related incidents?"
"Here you go, have fun."
"Thanks."

Sitting down at one of the tables in the archives he begins browsing through the records.

"Okay, these records don't seem complete, but it does mention a few members of their cult."
"I know that Atreyu was thier leader, going by the telegram I received, and according to the recods there were six members of the gang, but only three are listed here."

A quick check and list comparison later bears fruit.

"All three of the recorded former cult members are still in the city! This should at least help on my road to revenge."
"There is:
* Recaiden
* Supagoof
* ThePhantom
Now, Recaiden appears to have been the highest ranking remaining former cult member left in the city, from what I can tell. He will make as good a starting point as any."

[Helgraf]

((Not a lot to work with yet. Iceddragons))

Rain-soaked day blurs into cold-fingered night, quietly killing me off a little at a time, not having the gall to do it all at once. Faces on the streets pass like ghosts, pale, otherworldly, so many so far gone that one can hardly even see them anymore.

Shell people. Hollowed out gourds still going through the motions. The city's gears turn on their grease, and sometimes one gets caught in the machinery and ground into sausage. Maybe it comes as a relief to them - a reprieve from the world of grays and blacks without whites.

Hells if I know. Some people would say that makes me as bad or worse than any of them. Course, some people can only hold themselves up by pushin' down on other people. I know what that's like; but they don't get inside me easily.

Mouth is dry and I'm feeling a bit jittery, so I head uptown-downtown, in that peculiar dance that only exists when a city develops certain blind spots. Places where those that have can find those that want and use them without worrying about being hassled by the gentlemen of the watch.

I could stand being used, as long as the benefits were good. Up the street, down the shingle and around back. Three steps down and to the door; a casual knock. A tiny metal rectangle slides aside as Stubbs gives me the once-over, then works the door to let me in, reluctantly as always. I'm trouble and he knows it.

He also knows - because it's been explained to him slow and careful-like by the owner of the establishment - that he has to let me in. Apparently I'm good for the books, somehow.

Brickface and stucco. Beyond the little hallway, the lights dim. Calling this place a speakeasy would give it a sort of romantic kitsch that would utterly fail to paint an accurate picture of the place, of the ambition and the desperation. Politics that happens here isn't the nice clean sort of thing you'd expect up on the hill. No, it's like a monkey knife fight - and those knives are smeared with faeces because they're alright with their enemies dying of the infection.

A disturbing metaphor, right? It falls short, let me assure you. I don't get involved - not because I couldn't take any one of these bozos in a scrap, but because if you get too violent, you tend not to wake up. I'm there for the threat of violence that keeps the small fish in line. Well, that's part of why I'm there. I've already alluded to the other reason a guy like me would be found in a place like this, and like most things in this city, it boils down to needs and wants. I need to give 'em what they want. Well, okay, it's a bit more mercenary than that. I give 'em what they think they need, and they give me what I want, and for a few hours mostly, it works out good for the two of us and to hell with everyone else.

I knot up the scarf and toss it on the table near me, a table that's empty currently. I'd probably get more out of it if I could remember the dame it belongs to - but if I remember that, I might remember other things, and I have to remind myself there were bloodstains on the wall in the flop I woke up in. This is better. The scarf is clean at least - I made sure of that before I came here - no blood marks or the like to draw additional unwanted attention to it.

A drink is sent to me ... and so the night begins. At least it'll take the edge off the dryness...

[Dr. Bath]

KerfuffleMach2 hmm hmm...

[Thes Hunter]

(( 1st Sorry goof, but this is what happens when you combine me not having much time at night, and the forums sometimes timing out))

I awaken, still tied up in the chair. Whomever that mystery man was he's gone. I slip the knots and look around. Just a room with a door. The ceilings low, so I must be in a basement or something. I make my way out of the room, follow the hallway along, and find a set of stairs. They lead up to a door, which is locked.

*Scene from outside. Door is blown off it's hinges*

I step out into the street. The night's as hot as hell. I'm in a lousy part of a lousy town and I glance up the street - I'm staring at a goddess. I sniff the breeze that passes by her. She smells like angels ought to smell, the perfect woman... the Goddess in the red dress. What a dame like that is doing in a part of town like this is beyond me. I catch myself staring for too long, she notices. I hide my face and stammer out an introduction.

Sorry, er. I couldn't help but notice you there. I'm Goof. You shouldn't be alone in this part of town at this time of night. Can I walk you somewhere?

I glance up, trying to keep my ugly mugg as covered as I can. She doesn't seem afraid.

Thes pauses for a moment, recognition lights on her face. She hasn't met him in the ring yet, but a featherweight, heavy weight battle could always be arranged.

Er... Nah, I'm just about to catch a cab.

Thes begins to worry that the red dress isn't enough of a distraction and the man see through her 'disguise' and knows that she is Tommy Dynamite.

Just then a truck passes between them, and the next moment Thes is gone.

[Fostire]

"Hi there, can I get you two gentlemen anythings? Ham sandwiche, turkey sandwiche, BLT sandwiche? You ask for a sandwiche, and we'll give you a sandwiche." The name tag of the man behind the counter says: Hello, My name is Todd Rose

I'll have one of em ham sandwiches please
Gianni turns to his assisstant
Enzo, we are not here to eat
But Boss, how will we know if the food is any good if we don't try it?
Good point
He turns to the man behind the counter
Alright mister.. He squints his eyes as he reads the name tag mister Rose, I'll try the turkey sandwich then
And make it quick please, I'm hungry

[SweetLikeLemons]

((Quick point at androgial to avoid autolynch))

[androgial]

well it seems fin hadn't been "rehabilitated" for long after all, not that that was any of my business. also seems the mob took out some one for their loss, not my business either. no, my business comes after the fact now. so here i am, digging two holes 6 feet long, 3 feet wide, 6 feet deep. i was lucky to find a job at all in this town so i ain't complaining any. looks like another political struggle though, so maybe id better dig a few extra as well. who knows when this will end. maybe ill actually earn enough to see supagoof fight this time around.

[Aemoh]

*points at Shadowcaller*

Cause it's fun to.

((Still away-ish. Trying to make an effort though to not miss a day, though I still can't really read over the threads fully.))

[ThePhantom]

"Right away sir." Todd turns to where the bread is keep. A quick cut from a knife, and the loaf is cut in half. He then takes out some lettuce and turkey. A few quick cuts, and turkey and lettuce slices fall on one half of the loaf. A few quick spashes of ketchup and mano, and with a mere tap, the other half of the loaf flies up and lands on top of the sandwiche. "Here you go."

[purple gelatinous cube o' Doom]

don't particularly feel like a writeup at the moment, (but might later) so I'm going to point at Iceddragons again for lack of a someone better.

[whitehelm]

ATTENTION:

Andre is having trouble accessing the forums due to the new OOTS comic and will post the end-of-day update as soon as possible.

Thank you.

[Ranna]

Ranna wanders the streets of her new home a little dazed and confused, it doesn't seem like such a bad place though they do seem to have some strange language.. all these people muttering about icedragons?? Is it like a drink or something she stops a random passer-by to ask for directions to a bar they name "Lucky's" when she remembers the name mentioned before..


"Say, what is this Icedragon everyone is talking about, is it a drink?"

[Recaiden]

Amplify, that's all changed. Why would I get involved in something like that again? I'm the only one you can trust.

[UncleWolf]

Randomly point at Thes Hunter
((Happy Death Metal Day!))

[Amplify]

Amplify, that's all changed. Why would I get involved in something like that again? I'm the only one you can trust.

((OOC: Well, not much else that I can do. I had origonally intended to point at Atreyu every day, but then he had the nerve to go and not join in this time. You're simply the next step down, since I'm doing all my pointing entirley for RP reasons this time around.))

[Madmal]

pointing randomly at wolfbane for pointing randomly

[Andre Fairchilde]

*whew* Day 2 ends.

(Counts votes)

Scene –

A warehouse in the city.

The Capone Mob decided to kill all the Northsiders in one fell swoop by monitoring a spot where liquor was delivered to before moving it all to the speakeasy’s around the City.

One mobster kept a watch on the place from a rented room across the street. He kept track of the comings and goings in a little notebook, and he was relieved every so often by another gangster that took over the spying.

Soon they had a pattern – “Bugs” Moran came by each morning and picked up a wad of cash he in turn took to his boss.

Capone, conveniently out of town in Florida, called the shot in by phone – “Wipe ‘em all out!”

Two days later – St Valentine’s Day – two uniformed police officers approached the warehouse and placed everyone inside under arrest.

Every one of the men were frisked, and lined up facing the back wall.

Three “undercover” investigators came in after... with machine-guns and shotguns…

They opened fire gunning down everyone in the warehouse, leaving a river of blood and four bodies. There was only one survivor – Iceddragons, but he died without ever naming his attackers.

What the Capone gang didn’t realize was that “Bugs” Moran was never going to come back – ever. He’d sold out the operation to some local citizens tryin to make some easy money, and some real undercover cops were there to make the bust.

Spoiler

Show

Iceddragons was lynched.
Emperor Demonking, Mustiado, and Numberfourteen were autolynched.

Iceddragons was a Citizen.
Emperor Demonking was a Citizen
Mustiado was a member of Untouchables (Mason).
and
Numberfourteen was either Elliot Ness or J Edgar Hoover (Scryer or Fool).

Day 2 Ends – Night 2 Begins

Night 2 Ends in 30 hours.

[Madmal]

wait, so there's the possibility that the seer got autolynched?

[Darkcomet]

WHAT!?

[UncleWolf]

The Seer?
Come on dude!

[Darkcomet]

This is certainly shaping up to be one crappy weekend...

[Andre Fairchilde]

wait, so there's the possibility that the seer got autolynched?

(Correct. Again I say, please don't sign up for games if you can't post once every five days to vote.

But hey, real life rears a sometimes ugly head and this is just werewolf.)

[Mustiado]

Oh wow.... I'm so sorry guys.

[Trixie]

You know, both in Death Note II WW Game and in this one roles I'd like/love to play were autolynched...

While I'm stuck in some meaningless cannon fodder one, like now, or I'm lynched for no reason whatsoever

There is no justice in this world

[PhantomFox]

Are we going to make them sing the "I'm Very Sorry Song"?

[Darkcomet]

Ugh. Further involvement by me in this game will likely be minimal.