Mafia XI - 1931 - Day 7

[Andre Fairchilde]

(Also, the dead can vote for mayor. They're votes count as two. Custom has been to vote for the best RPer, but you can count on the sides to fix the votes as well.

The dead can be elected Mayor. It has happened.

Also, the dead can continue to RP; just not influence votes or the game.)

[GrlumpTheElder]

(Also, the dead can vote for mayor. Their votes count as two. Custom has been to vote for the best RPer, but you can count on the sides to fix the votes as well.

Sorry, the inner Grammer Nazi is hard to control...

[Qwaz]

Well I've personally been impressed by both Orzel and Memetics RP. Do we go ahead and Blue Vote for mayor now or is there a specific time (This coming night period?)

[Mustiado]

--Rickler stumped through the graveyard, his leg dragging limply behind him, using the sturdy, marble headstones as handholds as he made his rounds. Reaching down, he grabs the wooden block he uses as a replacement for his leg, refastening the object to the stump on his right side, grumbling louder at the thing's inability to stay stable.

"rassafrassinmummblegrumblnever stays on right..."

His 'leg' reattached, he bends over from the waist, his gnarled hand searching through the grass blindly. He glares at the headstone out of the corner of his eye, noting the name there, "Mustar Dio". He shakes his head ruefully.

"Darn foreign 'lement..."

His hand finding nothing but mud and dew, he starts to force his tired, arthritic bones straight again just as a digging sound is barely audible. At his feet, a little slip of decaying paper appears, rolled into a funnel. Cursing audibly this time, Rickler coaxes his back down to the ground, and snatches up the little piece of paper. He then stamps the hole it came through shut. No one wants zombies about in the city, even if they can vote.

"Hate the graveyard vote shift..." Reaching under his coat, he pulls out a hip flask, taking a swig of rotgut before stumping to the next plot, upholding the city's long-standing traditions.--

[Matt K]

I'd be a great Mayor. Free drinks for everyone (so long as I'm not paying) and if you don't then I'll just make my own city with liquor and black jack and hookers and no one else will be invited.

Oh and the pink elephant is telling me that 101jr bandwagon is pretty full (of booze).

[Internet Flea]

And I for one don't want to be mayor of this scary little town; I'm sure that'll be the equivalent of wearing a jacket with a bullseye on it, and anyway that would just keep me here longer. I'm more eager than anyone to get the heck out of here and into a town where barbers don't work primarily on shotgun-wielding psychos. But I'll be happy to hand out flyers for people in the barber shop - for a few extra bucks.

-m

You've got my vote!

[Zar Peter]

Day ends in 1 or 2 hous. Any preferences for a death whoever it may hit? Or maybe some last votes before the sun goes down? Vote here and you get two rants free if you make it before the day ends!

[Murska]

May I have my last words?

If yes, then I'll stand at the gallows, and stare silently at the crowd until I'm killed - better a few more moments to live than death after saying something that'd probably sound dumb.

[byers2142]

Any preferences for a death whoever it may hit?

How about a nice little throwback to The Untouchables? A suitcase full of explosives, set next to the lynched character in a public place.

[GrlumpTheElder]

How about a nice little throwback to The Untouchables? A suitcase full of explosives, set next to the lynched character in a public place.

This could be spectacular. Let Murska go with a Bang!

[Orzel]

OOC: Make the death near a speakeasy. I can RP that better.

[Murska]

Going off with a bang would be nice, if death is unavoidable. I'd like fire, if possible.

[Matt K]

Going off with a bang would be nice, if death is unavoidable. I'd like fire, if possible.

How ab out straped to a giant Firework, you get bang, you get fire and we all get a nice show. Although I thought 101jr was in the lead.

[Rogue Nine]

How ab out straped to a giant Firework, you get bang, you get fire and we all get a nice show. Although I thought 101jr was in the lead.

It's 12-11, Murska "wins" by a nose.

[Matt K]

It's 12-11, Murska "wins" by a nose.

Ah, I guess I just can't count. If thatt's the case then Murska just so he doesn't feel too bad for loosing by 1 vote. Plus then he hits "unlucky" #13. I mean if my vote won't really matter than I might as well have some fun.

[Zar Peter]

Day ends. Story is in my head. Will be posted soon... ish. Oh, and no more vote changing from now on. Or voting, for that matter.

[Murska]

It's 12-11, Murska "wins" by a nose.

I was so close...

[Gray Mage]

I was so close...

The old spice PM was a nice touch. It almost made me change my vote.

[byers2142]

The old spice PM was a nice touch. It almost made me change my vote.

Same with me. It had me laughing at work.

[Zar Peter]

END OF DAY 3

A little laundry shop on the corner of a street. Lil Pete, dressed in his finest street clothes with a bucket in one hand enters the shop to get another mug of beer for himself and the other street urchins. Old Mr. Jenkins, the owner of the shop, couldn't hear very well and his other senses were saying goodbye to him for a couple of years now, too. He always mistook lil Pete for Susie, one of the better kids of the neighbourhood. No one lil Pete and his friends normally would have liked to be confused with but for a bucket full of beer he could stand the insult for a little while.
So, as he enters the laundry Mr. Jenkins is talking to a strange man in a expansive blue silk suit with a red tie. Obviously the man tries to sell Green Beer but Mr. Jenkins refuses, saying that it tastes bad. Lil Pete feels reveiled, being mistaken with Susie was hard but drinking green beer was even harder. Thankfully he's a bit more friendly to Mr. Jenkins and even answers to some of his questions (about Susies mother, whom Pete never had ever and never will ever met) as he suddenly notices an other man in a green suit standing up and going to the exit. But the man forgot his leather bag! It looks big, Pete thinks, and maybe there are valuables in it but Mr. Jenkins won't be amused if I just take it but... if I call the man, maybe he gives me some money for remembering him. So, Pete jumps up, grabs the bag and shouts: „Mr.! You forgot your bag! Hey, you forgot your bag!“ And the man in the green suit is trembling, turns around, says: „Oh, my bag! Thank you kid. Didn't notice that there are kids in this shop.“ And he takes the bag and leaves the shop and a quite puzzled and angry lil Pete behind him. Outside of the shop the man tries to throw the bag away but in the last moment he sees the group of pupil (Pete's friends on the other side of the street) in the direction so he stops. A big mistake because in this moment the bag explodes and the man in the green suit and two bystanders where blown to pieces.

A car jumps on at the other side of the street, two man in it chatting.
„I told you he's too weak for this job. He's a good fraud but no killer!“
„Ah well, you were right. The bet was for the ususal amount, wasn't it?“
„Yes. Give me my dollar and lets get away.“

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Summary: Murska was killed, he was a Mobster (citizen).
From my count two more man were autolynched, their identity will be declared in the morning.

Night begins and will last 24 hours minimum, maybe more. Please, please, please send your actions to ALL narrators (those who already did, thank you), if one of us can't end the night the other will stand in and if we don't have your action, you won't have an action.

Oh, and sorry for the english, I'm pretty sure some of the sentences aren't correct but lil Pete is still learning

[Murska]

Just so those who didn't get the PM don't feel sad...

Hello players. Look at your vote. Then look at me. Now look at your vote again. Back to me. Your vote is pointed at me. But it doesn't have to be this way. Close your eyes, now open them. Switch your vote to 101jir. Your vote is now for 101jir! Awesome things can happen, if you believe in awesome things happening. I'm gonna die.

[Qwaz]

It was th comback that convinced me you'ld be MI/NS and if not...a Mason. How else would all that support roll in?...turns out it's Murska-powered support that's how!

[byers2142]

Summary: Murska was killed, he was a Mobster (citizen).

As promised, I'm sorry, Murska. It seemed like the proper move to make.

[mangosta71]

I'm curious as to why so many people assumed that Mordy's point wasn't completely random. A high-profile player like Murska being successfully scried on night 1 with interference in effect?

[Istari]

To be honest, I wasn't paying that much attention and just BW'd like I imagine a fair number of others did.

[Rogue Nine]

Okay people. We seriously need less sheep and more people who are actually frikkin' paying attention. By the end of this night phase we will be down 11-13 people, depending on the auto-lynch. We can't let the Sharks and the Jets lead us by the nose just because the target is a high profile player.

If both gangs have 20-25% of the population, that's 7 to 10 players per team (I hope that I'm wrong, and it is only 4-5 per). That means if all the deaths are Citizens or Power Roles like they have been so far, we've got 2 days before the population is low enough for either side to win. Then all they have to do is kill each other. Sure, we'd all LOVE for that to already be happening, but damn if we aren't some slow moving and easy targets!

So my point is, don't just follow the Bandwagon, unless there is compelling proof. Think first!

*Steps off soapbox.

Wait, what's that red dot on my chest?

[Orzel]

OOC: *headdesk*

IC:

BOOM!
"What was that?!" shouted Tommy.
The speakeasy erupts in panic. The broads scream. The guys shout. Table are pushed as everyone should. It was gonna be a full bum's rush soon.
A slightly plump older man at Tommy's table stands up "Well Tommy Orzel, I will surely back whatever candidate you choose. But for now I must be off. I cant let the police catch me in a speakeasy. It's expensive to erase memories these days."
"I know Mr. Councilman. Thanks for the support." says Tommy "Phil, go get Rose. I'll find mine."
"They're both together near the bartender" replies Phil.
"Good, get the girls. Shake a leg. I'll find Lou and Iggy."

All five bolt into the car and start to head off.
"Stop the car." shouts Tommy. "Hey, babe. Pass me your Peacemaker."
"Why does my little sister have a Peacemaker?"
"Because she's crazy. I say it all-the-time."
"You bought it for me."
"You made me buy it. Pass me your gun already."
"Fine. But don't kill anyone with it."
The pistol is passed to the front of the car and Tommy nonchalantly fires once out the window. "I hate assassins."
"Thomas Orzel, You shot someone!" Alessia screams.
"What you thought he was gonna do..." Phil replies.
Tommy, Lou, and Phil exclaim in unison "Brush his hair!"
"Can't believe you did that. I never get to shoot anyone anymore."
"You say that like its a bad thing, sis." Lou says.

[Szilard]

Crap.

We'll have some autopsies, some wounded bystanders, the whole shebang.

Greeeaaaaat...

Why do I got to be so busy? Why can't anyone just have a clean kill? Would be so much easier for all of us.

[101jir]

Hopefully we get lucky and MI/NS blow each other to bits, leaving the rest of us.

[Deathslayer7]

I tried Murska. I tried.