RE: [13/19] Frozen Hearts Mafia [DAY FOUR: Urban Decay]
07-07-2014, 05:31 PM
End of Day Four Votals
Acionyx (5) (Granolaman, OzTheWizard, Schazer, Palamedes, Stiqqery)
Palamedes (6) (SupahKiven, Acionyx, Eidolonic, Garua, Visceral, Druplesnubb)
Abstaining (2) (Affle, Cat)
For what seemed to be hours, two of the customers sat at opposite ends of the table, arguing back and forth. Others gathered around to offer their opinions, readying for the next arrest to be made. Right as I was reaching for the phone, one last opinion tipped the scales in Palamedes's direction.
I called Lyncroft and asked for the arrest, only to see Palamedes break into a sort of meltdown. After a few choice mutterings and a period of silence, Palamedes defiantly stood up and started yelling at me. Why he lashed out at me, I don't know. "I'm sick of these bullshit sham proceedings that are getting people killed! I'll go turn myself in, how about that?" Without any further word, Palamedes stormed out of the cafe and vanished into the streets.
I still made my way down to the police station, where I met Lyncroft waiting for me right at the front door.
"We didn't see you or the arrestee at the cafe," Lyncroft asked. "What happened?"
"He stormed out," I grumbled. "Said he was gonna turn himself in. Did he show up?"
"Not at all. I'll get the department to research him, but it'll take some time. Especially if he's not around to be questioned."
"Hey, what the hell happened to the other one?" I asked, impatient. "Arrested them two days ago, said the background checks weren't available. Any progress? You did get checks on the Trash King done, right...?"
Lyncroft sighed. I knew this was going to suck. "Speedchuck? ...Vanished. Wasn't in the cell the next morning."
What the fuck.
I had no words. I was tired and didn't want to deal with any more today. I went back outside, walking into the twilight with Lyncroft's calls of "Wait!" echoing behind me. It was starting to snow, which never meant anything good in Caribou's Den.
I walked back, opting to take a longer path that was a little more well-lit than the usual alleyways I took to my cafe from the police station. One of the notable features of the city was an icy river that ran through hollow caverns underneath the city - a dangerous structural concern, yet for many years the hollow foundation never shifted a centimeter. A short roadway bridged the only gap in the city. As I walked along the bridge, pulling my shirt over my face to stop the bitter snow from pelting my eyes, I noticed something interesting.
At the side of the bridge was a staircase, partially obscured by the snow and showing signs of disuse. The most striking feature, however, was the splatters of blood that dotted the pathway. They were fresh - not recent, but certainly no more than a day or two old. Against my better intuition, I followed the stairs.
At the bottom of the stairs, resting next to an entrance to the sewers, was a dead body, partially frozen. I called Lyncroft from my cell phone, and the police soon came to extract the frozen corpse. Looks like I was in for a long night at the coroner's office, so I first finished travelling back to the cafe to shoo out the customers. Everyone had a concerned look when I both came back sans report and locked the door from the outside, but I had no time for questions.
When I got back to the police station, Lyncroft again greeted me.
"Looks like you found Speedchuck."
"What's the report say?"
When commuters and customers sit down in a cafe, one particular image always comes to mind for the cafe owners in Caribou's Den. In such a frigid, isolated environment, any individual can find comfort and solace in warmth and information. Coffee supply was my duty; it's my job to keep everyone alert and caffeinated. She had the goal of providing information.
Speedchuck was Eleanor Barton, the local deliverywoman for my cafe. She made a habit of stopping last on her morning route, popping in for coffee and to partake in one of her favorite hobbies: people watching. Her boss was been increasingly unhappy with her dillydallying in my cafe, but it was her favorite place to go.
As of late, however, with crime rates surging in Caribou's Den, she harbored the fear I might come under fire as a former police officer. It's an understandable concern - after all, I was initially very worried about supporting my family. To her, the discussion of events in the cafe was a good starting point for her own contributions. Everyone who arrived tended to pick up their newspapers in a set order, a fact she soon came to exploit. Cleverly enough, she slipped a few messages here and there to try and alert others of ongoings.
Speedchuck was a TOWN MESSENGER.
At Night, Speedchuck could choose a player and send a 140-character message to them by editing the contents of their newspaper. When they picked up their morning paper, they would find and read the message you placed in one of the articles.
Speedchuck was a LOYAL CUSTOMER, and thus held Caribou's Den's best interests at heart. He would achieve victory with his fellow cafegoers when all threats to the safety and stability of Caribou's Den were eliminated.
"Heading back?"
"Not tonight," I said. "I'll just remain here for the night. Probably safer at this point."
"I wouldn't bet on it, but okay."
Night Four ends Wednesday, July 9th at 10PM EST (~48 hours).
All players are advised to check into their Quicktopics during the night phase. Please be prompt and timely in submitting night actions, should you have them.
Acionyx (5) (Granolaman, OzTheWizard, Schazer, Palamedes, Stiqqery)
Palamedes (6) (SupahKiven, Acionyx, Eidolonic, Garua, Visceral, Druplesnubb)
Abstaining (2) (Affle, Cat)
For what seemed to be hours, two of the customers sat at opposite ends of the table, arguing back and forth. Others gathered around to offer their opinions, readying for the next arrest to be made. Right as I was reaching for the phone, one last opinion tipped the scales in Palamedes's direction.
I called Lyncroft and asked for the arrest, only to see Palamedes break into a sort of meltdown. After a few choice mutterings and a period of silence, Palamedes defiantly stood up and started yelling at me. Why he lashed out at me, I don't know. "I'm sick of these bullshit sham proceedings that are getting people killed! I'll go turn myself in, how about that?" Without any further word, Palamedes stormed out of the cafe and vanished into the streets.
I still made my way down to the police station, where I met Lyncroft waiting for me right at the front door.
"We didn't see you or the arrestee at the cafe," Lyncroft asked. "What happened?"
"He stormed out," I grumbled. "Said he was gonna turn himself in. Did he show up?"
"Not at all. I'll get the department to research him, but it'll take some time. Especially if he's not around to be questioned."
Palamedes has been LYNCHED.
"Hey, what the hell happened to the other one?" I asked, impatient. "Arrested them two days ago, said the background checks weren't available. Any progress? You did get checks on the Trash King done, right...?"
Lyncroft sighed. I knew this was going to suck. "Speedchuck? ...Vanished. Wasn't in the cell the next morning."
What the fuck.
I had no words. I was tired and didn't want to deal with any more today. I went back outside, walking into the twilight with Lyncroft's calls of "Wait!" echoing behind me. It was starting to snow, which never meant anything good in Caribou's Den.
I walked back, opting to take a longer path that was a little more well-lit than the usual alleyways I took to my cafe from the police station. One of the notable features of the city was an icy river that ran through hollow caverns underneath the city - a dangerous structural concern, yet for many years the hollow foundation never shifted a centimeter. A short roadway bridged the only gap in the city. As I walked along the bridge, pulling my shirt over my face to stop the bitter snow from pelting my eyes, I noticed something interesting.
At the side of the bridge was a staircase, partially obscured by the snow and showing signs of disuse. The most striking feature, however, was the splatters of blood that dotted the pathway. They were fresh - not recent, but certainly no more than a day or two old. Against my better intuition, I followed the stairs.
At the bottom of the stairs, resting next to an entrance to the sewers, was a dead body, partially frozen. I called Lyncroft from my cell phone, and the police soon came to extract the frozen corpse. Looks like I was in for a long night at the coroner's office, so I first finished travelling back to the cafe to shoo out the customers. Everyone had a concerned look when I both came back sans report and locked the door from the outside, but I had no time for questions.
When I got back to the police station, Lyncroft again greeted me.
"Looks like you found Speedchuck."
"What's the report say?"
When commuters and customers sit down in a cafe, one particular image always comes to mind for the cafe owners in Caribou's Den. In such a frigid, isolated environment, any individual can find comfort and solace in warmth and information. Coffee supply was my duty; it's my job to keep everyone alert and caffeinated. She had the goal of providing information.
Speedchuck was Eleanor Barton, the local deliverywoman for my cafe. She made a habit of stopping last on her morning route, popping in for coffee and to partake in one of her favorite hobbies: people watching. Her boss was been increasingly unhappy with her dillydallying in my cafe, but it was her favorite place to go.
As of late, however, with crime rates surging in Caribou's Den, she harbored the fear I might come under fire as a former police officer. It's an understandable concern - after all, I was initially very worried about supporting my family. To her, the discussion of events in the cafe was a good starting point for her own contributions. Everyone who arrived tended to pick up their newspapers in a set order, a fact she soon came to exploit. Cleverly enough, she slipped a few messages here and there to try and alert others of ongoings.
Speedchuck was a TOWN MESSENGER.
At Night, Speedchuck could choose a player and send a 140-character message to them by editing the contents of their newspaper. When they picked up their morning paper, they would find and read the message you placed in one of the articles.
Speedchuck was a LOYAL CUSTOMER, and thus held Caribou's Den's best interests at heart. He would achieve victory with his fellow cafegoers when all threats to the safety and stability of Caribou's Den were eliminated.
"Heading back?"
"Not tonight," I said. "I'll just remain here for the night. Probably safer at this point."
"I wouldn't bet on it, but okay."
-V.B.
Night Four ends Wednesday, July 9th at 10PM EST (~48 hours).
All players are advised to check into their Quicktopics during the night phase. Please be prompt and timely in submitting night actions, should you have them.
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