Re: Mafia: The Last Resort [T1: A Toast To Death]
08-26-2011, 09:03 PM
The decision was uneasily made, and the sun dipped just out of sight below the horizon. With light still prevailing the guests found it too early to sleep, yet too late to make any alterations to the judgement they had chosen.
And so, just as they would have on any other night, the inhabitants of the Last Resort made their way to the bar.
They drifted towards it in small groups, falling back into the old habits. Soon talk began to rise up amongst them, and as they arrived at the bar a soft layer of chatter had begun to mingle with the other sounds of the room: the gentle splash of water in the fountain (muffled by its distant location in the courtyard), the uniform clinks of glass from behind the bar and the calming classical music infiltrating the room via gramophone. Through a glass ceiling the first stars could be seen to appear in the sky, their bright coldness an appealing contrast with the warm gleam of the polished brass that pervaded the building's décor.
If you put aside the memory of the gory events of the morning and focused on the moment, it could have been any other night in the hotel.
But then your ear would catch a snippet of conversation. Words like 'lynch' and 'death' would waft towards you, and every now and then you would see someone cast a glance at the doomed man. Not wanting to hear his begging or any budding manipulation, he had been tied up and a silk scarf gagged him. His presence was unsettling, yet no one wanted to risk losing sight of him either.
No, this was no normal night at the Last Resort. You have a feeling that things would never be the same in this once peaceful place.
The Day has ended, and the Twilight has begun. This will last 24 hours. The votes are frozen, but you may still talk. After this has ended the lynch of AKillerCuppaTea will take place and Night will begin. During this time the chosen target of the lynch may not speak.
And so, just as they would have on any other night, the inhabitants of the Last Resort made their way to the bar.
They drifted towards it in small groups, falling back into the old habits. Soon talk began to rise up amongst them, and as they arrived at the bar a soft layer of chatter had begun to mingle with the other sounds of the room: the gentle splash of water in the fountain (muffled by its distant location in the courtyard), the uniform clinks of glass from behind the bar and the calming classical music infiltrating the room via gramophone. Through a glass ceiling the first stars could be seen to appear in the sky, their bright coldness an appealing contrast with the warm gleam of the polished brass that pervaded the building's décor.
If you put aside the memory of the gory events of the morning and focused on the moment, it could have been any other night in the hotel.
But then your ear would catch a snippet of conversation. Words like 'lynch' and 'death' would waft towards you, and every now and then you would see someone cast a glance at the doomed man. Not wanting to hear his begging or any budding manipulation, he had been tied up and a silk scarf gagged him. His presence was unsettling, yet no one wanted to risk losing sight of him either.
No, this was no normal night at the Last Resort. You have a feeling that things would never be the same in this once peaceful place.
The Day has ended, and the Twilight has begun. This will last 24 hours. The votes are frozen, but you may still talk. After this has ended the lynch of AKillerCuppaTea will take place and Night will begin. During this time the chosen target of the lynch may not speak.