Woop Zoop, It's Mafia Time! (Day 1)

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SpoilerSorry for the delay, everyone; the behind-the-scenes for this day-end is a little involved, and I got caught up doing other things before I finished.

Just a reminder/a heads up for those of you who haven't played before: there should be no discussion of the game outside this thread, especially at night. There are powers that circumvent this restriction, but not everyone has them, and if you do, you know it.

Here's your lynch:

The day stretched on and stretched on; there was a good deal of arguing, but only a bit of it had much to do with the matter at hand. Or at least, directly. The start of the day saw a flurry of votes, but after that, interest in accomplishing anything with the magic of Democracy™ seemed to wane.

As stars began subtly sprinkling themselves across the darkening sky, a few people realized that if SOMETHING was to be done, it would have to be done soon. With no real other option, a few languorous votes slated the fuming Woffles for a hasty execution.

She went to the noose glaring. "You'll regret this!" she told them. "You're just letting them walk all over you with your shenanigans. No-one takes things seriously anymore! Why, in my day..."

A quick shove and slightly-less quick asphyxiation curtailed the doubtless-unbearable ramble that would have followed; as Woffles died, the illusion around her faded, confirming what her dying cantankerousness had hinted at.

Woffles was The Wizard, a basically-omnipotent old mage who wielded the power of magic as though it was a toy. She could do whatever she wanted!... Or could have, if she hadn't sent all her Items Of Power out to be cleaned just before all this happened.

Even without her fancy tools, though, she was still a force to be reckoned with; she had a number of spells at her disposal, including ones that protected, ones that killed, ones that divined, and ones that moved. She was a Jack of All Trades on steroids, even empty-handed.

However, if she chose to forgo relying on her fallback spells, she could spend her nights searching for her apprentice (who was the one taking her things to the cleaners when this started); if she ever found him she would have regained her full potential, essentially allowing her to do whatever she damn well pleased with only her conscience and her apprentice to guide her. She was, therefore, a Seeking Masonventor in addition to her Jack abilities.

Welp. That had certainly been a result.

As the crowd dispersed, they discovered a shimmering image emblazoned on a nearby wall, its already-touching message made all the more poignant by Woffles's heartless lynching.



It was certainly quite a way to end the beginning.

NIGHT 1 ENDS WHEN I HAVE ALL ACTIONS IN OR ON THE 27th AT 3 PM

PROMPTER IS ALWAYS BETTER