The Mirdini MSPAF Mafia Memorial

Day Six Start

The members of the Assembly filter into the lobby, some still chewing on breakfast commandeered from the hospital’s cafeteria. It takes a few minutes before everyone is ready to take stock, but when the clock rings 8 in the morning, half an hour after the morning alarm went off, they take a headcount and realize with growing unease that yet another one of their number is missing. They quickly make their way to where the computer system indicates Mikeee was staying to find their room in disarray, and with what looks like shoddily mopped-up blood staining the flooring. Mikeee’s body, however, is nowhere to be found – and from what the medical professionals in the crowd can tell none of the blood is fresh. To the mystification of the Assembly it seems Mikeee has vanished completely – and by the personal effects they left behind it seems that they certainly weren’t planning to do so, nor were they erased like the poor granolaman a few nights ago. Kenji Ryu steps up to the plate and examines the scene, but even he can only find trace tracks of a struggle that seemingly ended without any deaths whatsoever, merely the sudden disappearance of Mikeee into thin air. However the variety of documents, mementos and closet full of straightjackets strewn about provide the crowd with enough evidence to piece together Mikeee’s identity.

Mikeee was Dr. ALICE LIDDELL (MD), SOMEWHAT DEMENTED PSYCHIATRIST. After her stint in WONDERLAND she ended up falling down another RABBIT HOLE in Victorian England – this one being a wormhole that carried her FAR INTO THE FUTURE (you could say it kept happening). Landing in modern England she found that, while frightening and disorienting at first, what was apparently the “21st century” was far more to her liking. She set out for an education, for she was nothing if not curious, and in a shockingly short span of time she had become an ACCREDITED PSYCHIATRIST. She eventually ended up working at C.J. Memorial, and saw the infiltration of C.J. Memorial by the MEDICAL MALCONTENTS as the perfect opportunity to test her PSYCHIATRIC EVALUATION THERAPY. A rather harmless treatment compared to ones she had experimented with before, it simply involved chatting with her subject in an effort to get them to reveal their DARKEST SECRETS.

Once a night she could KIDNAP another occupant of the hospital and have them undergo a RIGOROUS PSYCHIATRIC INTERVIEW – in a STRAIGHTJACKET, of course. There no sense in not being careful. This allowed her to have a nice, long chat with them (and additionally kept them tied up all night ((;D))). She surmised that the foul terrorists wouldn’t be as honest as her usual selection of patients, so she’d have to rely on her mildly addled wits to figure out if her choice of interviewee was lying or not.

As she wanted nothing to do with murder and considered herself a FORCE FOR GOOD she would have won when the MEDICAL ESTABLISHMENT had successfully rooted out all threats to C.J. MEMORIAL HOSPITAL and thereby ended the QUARANTINE.

You’re all quite dismayed by what you uncover, as the information she had presumably been able to extract and convey would likely have been invaluable in helping the Establishment find and get rid of the Malcontents. You trudge back down to the lobby, ready to engage in another day’s deliberations-

Only to find a full SWAT squadron sitting in the lobby, armed to the teeth.
“ ‘bout time you bunch showed up.” What was seemingly the leader of the squad stood up, not bothering to introduce himself, and walked forward until he was only a step away from the crowd of quarantinees.

“Now, generally we wouldn’t risk an intervention like this, but luckily enough we managed to keep some comms wires intact between the hospital and the outside when the curfew isn’t up. One in particular was tripped this morning, and was nice enough to tell us that one of you punks messed with a VIP patient just a few minutes ago. Now, I don’t know about you, but I don’t see much reason for any honest, law-abiding citizen to do that when you should all be getting down to figuring out where these terrorists are. So you’re coming with me, scum.”

The captain lifted his revolver, pointing it straight at Crilly.

“What. Me? I was just doing my nightly checkups. You’ve probably made a mistake. Nothing exciting happens to me anyway. Plus as far as I can tell we haven’t even been voting for the past 12 hours of the day.”

“Yeah, right. I’ll believe that when the flying Scotsman comes and takes us all for a little one on one. Now, move it or I’ll put this bullet right between your eyes.”

“Alright, alright. I’m going.”

And so Crilly was escorted out at gunpoint, the SWAT team backing out of the hospital as if it were an active warzone. The Assembly is left standing around bemusedly, wondering what in the world all that was about – that is until one of you recover the ID Crilly surreptiously left behind and the Assembly collectively slap their heads in realization of who the man actually was.

Crilly was Dr. Alan Girgin (MD), depressingly platitudinous doctor. His incredibly bland life (the chronicling of which would put anyone into an IRREVERSIBLE COMA) somehow led to his employment at C.J. Memorial hospital, a place that at first glance was far too INCREDIBLY IDIOSYNCRATIC for a wearisome medical professional such as Dr. Girgin. However, he liked to think he injected a much-needed sense of normality into the hospital. During the reign of WORSHEP the EXPERIMENTAL RAT GOD-KING he went about his medical duties as if nothing had happened, ignored by the RAT POLICE due to his almost mechanical execution of medical business. When the rodent deity was toppled by the DOCTOR’S REBELLION of 2003 he still proceeded to peform his duties as if nothing had happened, not bothered by his peers, his superiors, or the multitude of MEDICAL DISASTERS (or NIGH-DISASTERS) that inevitably surrounded him from day to day.

The SOLAR ECLIPSE of the previous year, however, had done something incredibly strange to him – the sudden switch from daylight to nighttime almost confused him until his mundane brain decided that as nothing exciting ever occurred to him it must simply have MISCALCULATED and swapped around his circadian rhythms. Ever since that day he worked in REVERSE TIME, coming to the hospital during the night to perform his medical duties and… well, he worked at the hospital 24/7 so not much actually changed. However, with the BOMB THREAT and STATE OF EMERGENCY declared by the government… not much has changed either. He simply went about with his duties as always, attending to patients (and other staff members who inevitably needed medical aid from time to time what with the SHENANIGANS they got up to) with unflinching drudgery.

Due to his OUTLANDISH SENSE OF TIME instead of giving medical attention to others during the evening and night as standard protocol dictated he would administer his remedies at the break of dawn - at the beginning of each day he could target another player to provide UNINSPIRING TREATMENT – while they would surely be INCREDIBLY BORED his years of rote practice had served him well and the target would be protected from all danger for the entirety of that day and the following night.

He would have won when the MEDICAL ESTABLISHMENT has successfully rooted out all threats to C.J. MEMORIAL HOSPITAL and thus ended the QUARANTINE, mostly because that would be progress towards normality (which he constantly strove for by doing absolutely nothing exciting).

The day’s discussion thus began with the Establishment deprived of two of their compatriots, a fact that the Malcontents would surely not fail to take advantage of – though it thankfully seemed that they had not yet reached the numbers where they could simply overwhelm the remaining innocents in C.J. Memorial.

It is now DAY SIX. You have until 12:00 AM GMT on Saturday, August ???th to decide upon a lynch. With 16 players alive it takes 9 votes to lynch.


Livelist

1. Airey
2. gloomyMoron
3. crepuscularDissembler
4. absoluteCertainty
5. Acionyx
6. Blueberry
7. ATH
8. Crilly
9. Mikeee
10. hp2rt
11. fivexthethird
12. I'M
13. SleepingOrange
14. Dragon Fogel
15. Paranoia
16. Sotek