The Mirdini MSPAF Mafia Memorial

Day Four Start

Daylight. In movies and books it always seems to resemble hope, the light beating back the darkness of the night, all that crap. The remaining 20 inhabitants of C.J. Memorial Hospital assembling in the lobby know better. Daylight brings death, dread, and bad news. The previous day’s disappearances weigh on their mind as they wait for the last two individuals to filter into the room, knowing already that they probably won’t.
“Cut the bullshit, we know they’re dead” says one. “Let’s just go out and find their bodies already.”

The crowd lets out a collective sigh, knowing the voice was right – and upon reaching dragonpaul99’s room (and the large pool of blood filling it) they see that their hope was as useless as the knives found in his bedside drawer.

dragonpaul99 Dr. Pepper Austin (MD), OVERLY DRAMATIC MEDIC. He had been a fixture of C.J. Memorial for years, coming to the medical profession only after a long (and in his opinion storied) career in the DRAMATIC ARTS. Despite his penchant for drama he loved his job as a general practicioner, and performed it extremely well. He was a remarkably easy guy to get along with despite his flair for stagework, and most of the staff considered him eccentric but overall harmless and lovable.

Which was really a slight mistake on their part. Little did they know that his LONG AND STORIED DRAMATIC CAREER involved not only stellar performances but also quite a lot of… less conventional acting. If by acting you meant shanking the lead in the play bathroom and then dumping the body in the nearest river so he could take the role for himself. Though he had foresworn that path he still knew how to handle a knife, and woe betide the MEDICAL MALCONTENTS who had DARED disturb his idyllic existence at C.J. Memorial.

If the hospital-sided majority had turned over innocent comrades two days in a row he would have decided the assembly was incompetent, FLIPPED HIS SHIT and gone on a SHANKING SPREE the following night – and still manage to get some HELPFUL MEDICAL ATTENTION on a third person (hopefully a COOL PAL who he would have VALIANTLY SAVED).

Since he was firmly against any harm being done to his colleagues and detested those holding C.J. Memorial hostage (they didn’t even have any sense of THEATRE!) he would have won when the MEDICAL ESTABLISHMENT had successfully rooted out all threats to C.J. MEMORIAL HOSPITAL and thereby ended the QUARANTINE.

The loss of Dr. Austin hits several staff members particularly hard – despite the discovery of his rather unsavory past many nearly break into tears at the sight of his mutilated corpse. Stoically several members of the crowd insist that they must move on, and that today’s assembly would focus its will and utmost attention on avenging him – but that yet another member was missing. Indeed, Jay’s room is not quite as filled with gore but his corpse is just as dead as that of dragonpaul – and still warm by the smoke wafting off it. Peeking through his doorframe several members of the assembly swiftly ascertain that he was indeed as hat-mad as he claimed – but not the villain some made him out to be.

Jay was MICKEY HATTERSON, INCIDENTALLY MYSTICAL MILLINER. He came from a LONG AND STORIED ANCESTRY OF MILLINERS, and had only come to C.J. Memorial hospital by a spate of bad fortune and strange circumstances that were a mystery to you all.

From various documents in his room the crowd manages to figure out that he had ended up in C.J. Memorial after some ANTI-HAT HOOLIGANS harmed him the night before the crisis. You find the blueprints to a pair of TELEPATHIC HATS that it seems he was telling the truth about all this time – two of your number must indeed possess (or have possessed) these mystic devices that presumably allowed them to communicate with each other at night. From his notes, however, you deduce that he had no idea where they ended up and that the lucky two found them at random. Sadly with his death it would become very hard to find them, as only he was in tune with their MYSTIC ENERGIES – though unless someone had taken care to remove all traces of the person the crowd rooting through someone’s quarters after their death would undoubtedly uncover the presence of a hat.

Mickey Hatterson, meanwhile, had no interest in supporting the terrorists even if he was a hatman at heart, not to mention that his family might’ve manage to track him down if the HAT BAN is ever lifted. Why his family had a grudge against him the crowd doesn’t know, but Jay would have won win when the MEDICAL ESTABLISHMENThad successfully rooted out all threats to C.J. MEMORIAL HOSPITAL and thereby ended the QUARANTINE.

Dismayed by the continued success of the MEDICAL MALCONTENTS, the assembly returns to the lobby for a new day’s debate, knowing that in a worst case scenario it would only be a few days before the terrorists achieved their aims. They had to eliminate their enemies, and fast. The Malcontents themselves looked similarly dismayed, but snickered to themselves as everyone sat down for another day’s deliberation, confident that they were on the path to victory.

It is now DAY FOUR. You have until 12:00 AM GMT on Friday, July 1st to decide upon a lynch. With 20 players alive it takes 11 votes to lynch.

Livelist

1. Schazer
2. cyber95
3. gloomyMoron
4. crepuscularDissembler
5. absoluteCertainty
6. curiousCat
7. Acionyx
8. Blueberry
9. ATH
10. Crilly
11. Mikeee
12. hp2rt
13. Slayer0
14. passiveNotation
15. fivexthethird
16. I'M
17. SleepingOrange
18. Dragon Fogel
19. Paranoia