Mafia IX Game Thread - St Valentines Massacre - Night 6

[KerfuffleMach2]

Man. This isn't going so well.

Oh well. Time to knuckle down, I guess.

[Andre Fairchilde]

Night ends -

Tonight deserves two kill scenes.

*Scene back, a few days ago*

She looked back at him.

My names Fiona. You want some company tonight?

My chest begins pounding. This goddess actually wanted to hang around with me. I wasn’t one to question providence, so I held out my elbow and we walked. We headed back to Lucky’s to down a few. She tells me of her life, and I tell her of mine. The rise, the fall, the pain, the surviving. As the night passes on, we head to a hotel just a little ways out of the city. She must have taken pity on me, cause it’s the best night I’ve had in a long time. Fiona doesn’t hold back. Her hands move with hesitation across my scarred body. We fall asleep.

When I awaken, the bed is wet and cold. I glance over, and find the goddess still lying there. I smile for a moment, thinking how nice it is not to have her run away in terror. It lasts for only a few seconds, when I notice the color had drained from her face. Looking down, I notice the blood all over the bed. My pulse rises as my mind begins racing. Did I do this? When did I last take my medicine? But then I notice the smooth cut across her throat. There’s no way I could have done that, I’m not a man of precision or subtlety.

I hear sirens in the distance, coming. It’s a setup. I’ve been framed for murder, and the cops are in on it.

*knocks on door* Open up! You’re surrounded.

I’ll be right out.

I kick open the door, taking several cops with it. I run and grab one and jump over the balcony. He cushions the landing.

As I stand up, there’s a man in a black coat. I’ve seen him once before. He was with the northside gang.

That's one fine coat you're wearing

Ask yourself Goof, if that corpse is worth dying for.

I pull out gladys in a rage.

Worth dying for.
*shoots him in the knee*
Worth killing for
*shoots him in the chest*
Worth going to hell for
*shoots him in the head*

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I take the coat and I make my way out of the hotel. The cops are hot on my trail. But I lose them near the tart pits and head to Mickey’s gym. I run into an old friend, Zar Peter.

You look terrible.

I had to fight some cops.

Oh, that's lovely. You didn't happen to kill any of them, did you?

Nah, I don't think so, but they know they been in a fight, that's for sure. I've been framed for murder and the cops are in on it. But the real enemy, the scoundrel who killed the angel that was lying next to me, he's out there somewhere, out of sight, the big missing piece that'll give me the how and the why and a face and a name and a soul to send screaming into hell. I'll stare at him as he screams to God, and I'll laugh harder when he whimpers like a baby. And when his eyes go dead, the hell I send him to will seem like heaven after what I've done to him.

That’s too bad.

Hey – wha?

*Sound of pipe coming across the back of the head.*

I go unconscious.

I awake in a cell. I'm standing on my feet for about ten minutes before the cops kick them out from under me. They don't ask me any questions. They just keep knocking the crap out of me and waving a confession in my face. And I keep spitting blood all over it and laughing at how many fresh copies they come up with. Then along comes this worm assistant district attorney who turns the recorder off and says if I don't sign their confession, they'll kill my mom. I break his arm in three places and I sign it. It’s all kept quiet until the execution.

They strap me into the chair. They call it “Ole Sparky” I don’t give them the satisfaction of bringing in a priest.

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Any last words?

Yeah, would you hurry it up? I haven't got all night

They flip the switch. I laugh……..

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Supagoof was abducted and killed by the Northside Gang. Supagoof was an Untouchable (Mason).

[Andre Fairchilde]

"Hey, did they just dump a body over there?"

"Sure did. You go get the boss while I try to stop him. Hey! Hey you!"

"Who me?"

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Yeah, you. No dropping bodies on our side of town. People might get the wrong idea or somthing."

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Dallas Dakota was killed by the Northside Gang. Dallas Dakota was a Capone Mobster.

Night 3 Ends

Day 3 Begins! and ends in (thinks for a minute) about 60 hours.

(That should give time in case the forums go down and a new comic comes up.)

[KerfuffleMach2]

Well that was an interesting night.

Kerfuffle arrives at Lucky's. He sits at the bar and grabs a paper. He shakes his head at the headlines. So many people dying lately. And they seem so random. Worst of all, the commissioner was gone. This did not bode well.

((Can't think of a way to work it into the RP, so I'm pointing at Tired N' Drowzy.))

[Dirk Kris]

Celeste gets bored waiting on the guy at the bar to make up his mind about whether he wants to spend some time with her or not. She adjusts her thigh-highs in full view of the bar, each movement slow - deliberate. She speaks quietly with Lucky, who tells her about a guy who caused trouble at another bar in town, some guy named Helgraf. With a name like that, who's surprised? She spots the guy who stiffed her before and decides to have a word with him. She sits next to Kerfuffle Mach and grabs the top of his paper, tearing it from his hands. "You got a lotta nerve, ya know that?"

[TRM]

Tired N'Drowzy.

On that note, I'm going to be away until Sunday!

[Jontom Xire]

Well, I have to go with my own analysis, but I'm not too keen on how fast this Tired n Drowzy bandwagon is going, so just to throw open another option, I point at Uncle Festy.

[The Bushranger]

((Awesome, Andre.))

She thinks on this for a moment. Steak needs to be properly marinated for it to be good. I learned a recipe from my grandma which makes good steaks, but it needs a full day to marinate.

We could have steaks tomorrow, as long as you cook them.

Then it's agreed, Patrick says with a smile. And it's your choice of what to cook today.

((The Rogue Monk))

[Shishnarfne]

...Some things in this city just have trouble adding up... The man called Jontom Xire criticized a bandwagon for growing too quickly... A bandwagon of merely two votes... When only three had been made....

I knew him... Or at least, knew of him... Smart man, word on the street was... Clever... but this, it just seemed a bit disingenuous... Not like him... Almost... Suspicious...

In his Murders of the Rue Morgue, Poe pointed out that you need to look for exceptions, that they point you to the truth faster than rules, and this looked like a potential exception, glaring me right in the face. Pity I'd have to stick my neck on the line to make anything of it, though.

[Alarra]

Dirk Kris Sorry for the lack of rp, having a hard time getting into this character.

[TRM]

Well, I have to go with my own analysis, but I'm not too keen on how fast this Tired n Drowzy bandwagon is going, so just to throw open another option, I point at Uncle Festy.

See Day 3. It seems to me that wolves are less likely to make stupid mistakes, like pushing a bandwagon, than are villagers; because villagers have very little to lose and often are only half paying attention.

Now I'm leaving, for real! But I can't until 1600.

[Trixie]

Is the first spoiler supposed to be empty?

My vote tomorrow, after I have a nice sleep after 16 hours of work

[Andre Fairchilde]

Is the first spoiler supposed to be empty?

My vote tomorrow, after I have a nice sleep after 16 hours of work

(That was what Goof gave me - it works now though?)

[Helgraf]

((Dirk Kris))

Someone was having an expensive joke at my expense. This was the first thought that managed to heave itself from the bubbling miasma of my subconscious as my eyes opened slowly.

It was three nights now. The first night it was a scarf, and it had been tied to my leg and the bedpost in a room with an ugly blood spatter on the far wall.

The second night, it was a silk cord binding my wrists. This one had taken rather longer to undo without damaging - well, without damaging the cloth. Rubbed my skin raw working the damn thing over my mitts.

And tonight, I find my right wrist cuffed to a steel frame bed. However, whomever did this clearly meant it as some kind of statement and not a real restraint because she left me my piece and razor. I took a moment to wad up some of the bedsheets between the steel cuff and the back of my wrist, then picked up the piece. One solid shot blew through the locking mechanism and I felt the pressure through the cloth against my wrist as that force was channeled through the otherwise unyielding steel. I undid the remains of the cuff, tucked away my piece and my effects.

Someone was trying to send me a message...

... it was time to find out who.

[ThePhantom]

The sandwiche business was doing well. Things were going okay. Sure, there was a new resturant across the street, but things were still doing okay.
((Dirk Kris, random, because I can't think of a reason)

[Recaiden]

[COLOR="Red"]Lord Rod[/COLOR], opening up a new restaurant. Probably working with the Capone mob. It isn't enough that they're killing people, they got to compete for business as well? The new guy was right, things were still going okay, but they could easily get worse.

[Darkcomet]

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Supagoof was abducted and killed by the Northside Gang. Supagoof was an Untouchable (Mason).

Oh hey, I was right.

Awesome.

ThePhantom for random bandwagon jumping.

[Selrahc]

Oh hey, I was right.

Awesome.

Perhaps you knew something we didn't ey? Um. Nah. Probably better not to make predictions if you already know the answer, in case you give something away in your manner.

I'm going to go for... Trixie.

[Deathslayer7]

do you know something you're not telling us selrahc?

@ BR: We'll go out tonight and get the groceries on the way back.

[Selrahc]

Well of course I know something I'm not telling you. Everyone knows something they're not telling someone. In terms of pure necessity the world would be rendered into anarchy if everyone just spent their time spilling the contents of their brains over anyone they could find like some sort of mental sieve. On another note, deception and concealment even of personal details remain a vital part of human social interaction, so all in all I'd say the ideas of total indiscretion wouldn't work all too well.

As far as concealing anything pertinent, then I'd say not too much. This is a game where paranoia pays, so to reveal everything, even as an innocent is definitely against mine, and possibly everyone else's best interests. But what the hey, I'll give it a whirl.

As for why I said what I said a second ago, it is just a matter of my experience that people who make predictions and later have them vindicated have a higher than average probability of being wolves. On the other hand Darkcomet hasn't done anything particularly wolfworthy, and his decision to chuck it all in and then later change of mind implies a role of less social obligation than wolf or mason.

My point at Trixie was because I don't know her, but she seems a little off in her actions, so I would have liked seeing her reaction.

As for why I'm taking the time to write up a full post on this subject? I'm bored, and my computer is busy doing something so I can't boot up a videogame.

And that should be everything of relevance to the game. Satisfied?

[Deathslayer7]

um.... i guess. I wasn't expecting such a post. xD

How to reply? hmmmmmm?

Want some cake?

[Selrahc]

Sure, cake would be good. It usually is.

[The Bushranger]

@ BR: We'll go out tonight and get the groceries on the way back.

That sounds like a very good plan to me. Patrick smiles at Liriel. Shall we leave then, milady?

[Deathslayer7]

know any good places?

[The Bushranger]

Oh, I know of a few. Both respectable and...otherwise.

[Deathslayer7]

then lead the way.

[Aemoh]

*points at Tired N' Drowzy*

Cause I can never stop myself from tying up wagons.

[Dallas-Dakota]

Dang, I was just getting me some time for this game and starting some RP with Faerie.

Oh well, RP in the next Mafia?

[Trixie]

My point at Trixie was because I don't know her, but she seems a little off in her actions, so I would have liked seeing her reaction.

Um, maybe I seem off because my usual style of playing had me lynched twice, and I would like to see the end of the game, for once, even as a weakest role*?

So, Selrahc, for baseless accusations.

*Unless the wolves kill me, but then, I'd absorb one night kill protecting the more important people.

[The Bushranger]

then lead the way.

O'Connell smiles and reaches to gently take Liriel's arm in his before leading her out with a song in his heart.