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Regrettable Juvenilia
21:18 / 18.04.03
Christ, I can't believe people are still discussing this nonsense when there's precious time to get lynching. Right then, I don't care how it makes me look, I think Arturo B Zunti is Mafia through and through.
 
 
Eloi Tsabaoth
21:30 / 18.04.03
Every innocent lynched is a victory for the Mafia. My only crime was to be too hasty with my condemnation of Toddles (although, had I been allowed to inspect his body, I'm sure evidence of midgetudity would have been there.) Only in this way have I aided the Mafia. But that stops now. Everybody please note:
Bjacques: Voted for Bleulaces, now dead.
Otherjerry: Culinary rival, expressed hate of Bleulaces, dead, in suspiciously culinary murder.
Toddles: Voted for Bleulaces. dead, (although I did have a hand in that, but that's a minor quibble).
Stoatie: Voted for Bleulaces. dead.
 
 
Regrettable Juvenilia
21:38 / 18.04.03
Bleulaces is being set up to get wet up!

Trust me, he's not Mafia.
 
 
Eloi Tsabaoth
21:42 / 18.04.03
A sneaky double-bluff. Everyone's looking for sophisticated, absurdly complex webs of deceit like those peddled in the novels of Ms Christie, hence the totally blatant nature of his crimes.
 
 
Nietzsch E. Coyote
21:53 / 18.04.03
Flyboy why should we trust you?
 
 
Nietzsch E. Coyote
21:54 / 18.04.03
(Not a vote)
 
 
Rev. Orr
22:09 / 18.04.03
Ahem, master Flyboy, do you, perchance, recall an unfortunate incident in Granton recently? I hear they were similarly menaced by the tentacles of organised crime. One man came forward with self-professed knowledge of guilt and innocence and was roundly ignored by the citizenry. I suspect, sadly, that the passengers of this goodly vessel will be similarly sceptical of your prophetic ability. Perhaps you might be so good as to furnish us with a modicum of evidence or even a convincing theory of culpability. Our ears our open for your honeyed words...
 
 
Eloi Tsabaoth
22:12 / 18.04.03
I'm not asking anyone to trust me. All I know for absolute certain is A) I'm innocent and B) Everyone who has died so far either voted for or cast aspersions on Bleulaces. Make of that what you will.
 
 
Nietzsch E. Coyote
22:26 / 18.04.03
Rat, Angelvanilla and Iconoplast have been silent today hmm...
 
 
angelvanilla
23:25 / 18.04.03
(out of character) gosh damn it coyote, i'm studing for finals right now and I want to pass. I'm sorry that I haven't been speaking much, but I thought that the board would understand that school is just a little more important right now. (end ooc)

Fine I will vote then damn you, I have really no reason to be voting for anyone, I don't suspect anyone of foul play or anything. So if I have to vote I will vote for bleulaces, your cooking has been making me sick. hehe.
 
 
Nietzsch E. Coyote
23:29 / 18.04.03
School more important than the board?!! Blasphemer!

Bleulaces, a vote because I think Zunti might have a point.
 
 
Nietzsch E. Coyote
23:39 / 18.04.03
Uh, Ms. Vanilla I think he's stopped cooking. Oh well.
 
 
Rev. Orr
00:14 / 19.04.03
Despite the fact that he may well be playing me like a fine stradivarious as I believe the impressionable are now saying, I will give our young airdale one last show of support. Zunti it is then. I fear my duties have led be into voting late a little too much until now and I would hate to come under the suspicion of attempting to sway key votes. Please do not disappoint me master Fly, sir.
 
 
Nietzsch E. Coyote
00:58 / 19.04.03
The vote so far:

Bleulaces: Zunti, Angelvanilla, Me
Zunti: Bleulaces, Flyboy, Orr
Flyboy: Grant

Yet to vote: Rat, Lionheart, Iconoplast.
 
 
Rev. Orr
03:34 / 19.04.03
Re-reading this thread it seems that I have missed the combo Bunter/Jeeves I was aiming for and have turned into Dobby the sodding-House-Elf. Arse biscuits. Just goes to show what can happen when you are subjected to the bloody film solidly for six-hour shifts for an entire week.
 
 
Eloi Tsabaoth
10:03 / 19.04.03
So, do we
A) Wait for the last three to vote?
B) Throw the three non-voters off the ship, then revote?
C) Just revote?
 
 
Tezcatlipoca
11:12 / 19.04.03
Because it's Easter weekend, the captain is going to relax the deadline slightly for this round. PMs have gone out to the three late voters, giving them until Monday morning to make their accusations.
 
 
Regrettable Juvenilia
11:17 / 19.04.03
This is tricky, not least of all because if we *don't* stick to the rules and throw the as-yet-not-voted people off the ship, there is a very real sense in which those of us who *have* voted in time are being penalised. If I understand our Captain's rationale correctly, the whole point of the deadline is to stop people from playing the waiting game to too great an extent. Eg: in the above situation, let's say from discussions with him off the board I firmly believe Bleulaces is innocent (because, say, he wouldn't be able to lie convincingly after two pints). Once he has a vote or two against him, it would be an idea for me to vote otherwise, and specifically to vote for people who have *either* voted for him, or already been voted against also (unless I'm likewise trusting of their innocence), *or* in the case of my final choice, *both*.

However, by doing this, I have increased suspicion against both myself and Bleulaces. It would have benefited me more to wait, and see if the chef was in any real danger before I cast my vote. It would certainly have benefitted me more *not* to make any appeals in Bleulaces' favour. So why do it? Answer: because the deadline was almost upon us, and I needed to vote and say anything else I might want to say before the deadline passed.

If the deadline is to ignored or extended, then, I for one will not be happy, since it puts those of us who are trying to stick to the rules at quite a disadvantage, since we expose our suspicions and put our necks on the block too early...
 
 
Regrettable Juvenilia
11:28 / 19.04.03
(The above was written before I saw Tez's post... My point still stands, but I'll adhere to the Captain's decisions.)
 
 
ephemerat
13:14 / 19.04.03
"Bleulaces!" cries rat as he flies into the room, accidentally up-ending nearby furniture. "Sorry, sorry I'm late!"

Damn this situation; I'm still no clearer and I fear that this may be the wrong decision, but, one must vote regardless...
 
 
STOATIE LIEKS CHOCOLATE MILK
13:22 / 19.04.03
"I know I'm dead, and all, chaps" says Stoatie at the ship's nightly seance, "but believe you me, I'm still watching. (Oh, and sorry about the whole finking thing, too. It was just... oh, it's a long story.) And I'd like to politely inform our good captain (though the blighter does precious little to stop his passengers getting pranged by the pasta-boys) that Monday is also a Bank Holiday back in Blighty, and so Tuesday morning may be fairer. But not as fair as the sky, when the Hun are on your tail but you're faster! Better! And, dash it all, BRITISH!"
The spectre adopts a confuded mien, and fades.
 
 
iconoplast
01:29 / 20.04.03
Lifting his head from the puddle-spotted bar, the young journalist blinks as he stares around the casino.
"Huh? Wha? Saturday? You're kidding..."
He stands and stumbles back towards his cabin with a strangely sealegged walk utterly out of sync with the rockings of the ship.
"I can't believe I slept through Friday. That bartender must have slipped me something. I just hope he's not in league withBleulaces..."


(OOC)Sorry for the late post. I was out much later than I'd meant to be last night.
 
 
Nietzsch E. Coyote
02:50 / 20.04.03
You made the deciding vote didn't you Iconoplast? Now Bleulaces' lynching can't be stopped, Can it?
 
 
Nietzsch E. Coyote
02:51 / 20.04.03
You were the deciding vote on the first lynching too.
 
 
iconoplast
03:26 / 20.04.03
I wanted to wait until there were some theories about who the mafia was before I voted because, to be honest, I don't really have a theory of my own to work with. I just vote along with whoever's convincing.

And I still regret being the deciding ballot in that first debacle. Let's hope this one fares better.

I feel worriedly as though we were just voting at random, hoping to draw the Mafia out by blind luck. Then again, Zunti presented something that at least resembled a reason to vote for Bleulaces, and after we killed the poor child, I'm a little more hesitant in my policy of voting blindly.
 
 
iconoplast
03:29 / 20.04.03
(For the record, if you want my alibi's: Friday, 4/18 - Sexdigital played at Meow Mix at 10, then a friend I met there dragged me to see Joker Five Speed at CBGB's at Midnight (Which still left me time to post, given the barbe-time differential). However, at CB's I met a friend who dragged me to see Slunt and The Sex Slaves at Arlene Grocery. Then to Uncle Ming's until Close, which combined with a long subway ride home...
Fuck. I could have posted at Five Thirty AM when I got home. Didn't think to, though.

Rock and Roll is still my excuse and I'm sticking to it.)
 
 
Lionheart
04:05 / 20.04.03
Lionheart decides to cast his vote against Zunti.
 
 
Nietzsch E. Coyote
06:23 / 20.04.03
Rock and Roll eh...?
Well that is a better excuse than Angelvanilla's school exam excuse.
 
 
Tezcatlipoca
09:34 / 20.04.03

"Night Descends"

Night lies draped about the SS Substandard like a mourning shroud. In his cabin, the captain paces nervously up and down, his teeth clicking as he mutters to himself.
"Damnable, late voters. The mafia will be here any minute to discuss their hit for tonight, and still no lynched person. What the hell am I to-"
He stops dead as a rapping sounds at the door. For a moment he casts a worried glance at his copy of The Raven, sitting on his hammockside table, then steeling himself, opens the door.

"We're sorry we're late, captain," says a spokesman for the assembled mob, "but we had a little trouble deciding on our target. However, we have him now and wish to see this unspeakable monster severely punished for probably being a member of the mafia."
"Very good," replies the captain, throwing a sad glance at the shackled figure of Bleulaces. I have had a cannon installed on the forward deck for just this eventuality. Let's go."


"Ladies and Gentlemen

Half an hour later, the mob stands gathered on the forward deck. The captain standing at the rear of the cannon, his eyes glittering as softly as funeral tapers.
"Well on behalf of the bound and gagged accused, I'd just like to say that this gentleman is surely sorry for the hits he and his as yet unknown accomplice have carried out, and that he looks forward to the reforming effect being shot half a mile out to sea from an unnecessarily large cannon will have upon his character. In nomine Patre, et Filio et Spiritu Sancto."


"Shot out to Sea..."

The captain lowers a match to the fuse, covers his ears, and waits. Seconds later, the still bound and gagged body of Bleulaces is shot out to sea, a mournful whistle followed by a distant splash.
Following the captain, you are taken to the cabin of the recently submerged, where you set about searching for evidence which will validate the punishment. Ten minutes drifts idly by, then thirty. An hour passes without result, then two. At the end of three hours, you gather back together outside Bleulaces' cabin.

Tezcatlipoca clears his throat and looks uncomfortable. "Um...well, ah- that is to say...er...we appear to have removed an innocent man." And with that, he turns and stalks back to his cabin, muttering something about karma revenge and his phobia of cannons.

Mafia, Detectives, night has fallen. Please PM me your inquiries.
 
 
Regrettable Juvenilia
15:10 / 20.04.03


"What a bunch of muppets."

The Flyboy sits out on the deck, under the stars, filling a pipe with opium. It seems pointless to abstain from his only vice at this stage in the game.

"So", he mutters to himself, only slightly maniacally, "They didn't listen to me, the fools, and now another innocent man is dead. And soon it will be two: by sticking up for Bleulaces, I've effectively proved my innocence, but also signed my own death warrant. Unless the Mafia are both deeply special children with diapers and plastic bibs, they will come for me tonight. Ask for me tomorrow, and you will find me a grave man. A plague on both your houses..."

He pauses to pour himself two fingers' worth of absinthe. It seems pointless to abstain from his only other vice at this stage in the game. He drains the contents of the glass, admires the art deco representation of the Paris skyline on the label of the bottle - ah, Paris! - and pours three fingers more. He lights his pipe, and settle back in his deckchair.

"In my defence", he muses, "lest I be accused of incompetence, I acted in the best interests of a man I was convinced was innocent. Had the rules of the game been observed, I would have succeeded in at least the short term: with three passengers thrown off the boat for their late voting, and their identities - and possibly even findings - revealed, a re-vote was unlikely to go the same way, and Bleulaces would have lived to toss another salad."

He draws deeply on the opium pipe, and for a moment a craven thought crosses his mind. Perhaps it is not too late to save himself? He is sure of at least one of the Detective's identity now, and perhaps the Mafia would only lightly maim him if he gave up this information?

But no. Damn his own nobility and sense of honour!

"And anyway, it's not like I wasn't as blind as the rest of this poor ship of fools - but that's a secret that must wait for another time. But I have made my peace, and atoned for my sins. If it is to be now, let it come."

He exhales, and tightens his grip on his trusty pistol. He will not sleep tonight.
 
 
grant
23:36 / 20.04.03
They never listen, do they... Flyboy?
 
 
Rev. Orr
00:04 / 21.04.03
And Flyboy begins the Welcum Inn memorial vigil. Chin up old bean, the mafia are more likely to target the 'tecs and there's no evidence that you are one. In fact, were you one, given the extremis you felt yourself to be in you would have revealed that fact to back up your assertions. I think there's enough confusion about your status, reliability and information for you to sneak by unscathed. With a bit of luck the mafia will go for a stab in the dark rather than remove a force for confusion and distrust. My second cousin in Granton spent days convinced that he was going to be hit next and never felt the kiss of cold steel in the night. Still, it's a lovely evening - enjoy your pipe.
 
 
Tezcatlipoca
07:03 / 21.04.03

"The Opium Den"

A new dawn rises, and a shaft of light lances through the boarded windows of the Sustandard's opium den which lies deep in the third class area. The golden lance falls upon the closed eyes of one of the smokers, illuminating the horrible twisted features of a man who has seen hell yet not returned to tell the tale. The assistant shakes him violently, then steps back in a panic.
"Mojo," he utters, summoning the monkey butler the captain hired for the den on the grounds of a cheaper pension scheme. "Take this message to honoulable captain. He must been infolmed!"



"Sir, a monkey has just arrived."

"What do you mean, a monkey?"
Ponsonby, raises an eyebrow. "Monkey sir. Specifically a paniscus chamek of the genus Ateles."
"Whato?"
"Mojo, sir. The opium monkey. And he appears to have a note tied to his tail, sir."
The captain stops chewing his breakfast, his pale bone face becoming whiter still. "I see." A cough. "And- ahem- what does it say?"
"It appears to be from the opium den, sir. Omitting extraneous reference and concentrating on the facts, they would like to know what to do with the body, sir."



"The bastards..."

The captain coughs again, and puts down his tea. "I knew those bastards would try something there. Poor, poor Flyboy. Damnit. He was a fine man."
Ponsonby clears his throat politely. "I'm afraid you are under a misconception, sir. The Mafia appear to have poisoned Nietzsch E. Coyote's pipe."
"What! Oh, my god. But I thought they were after-"
"Such seems to have been the common feeling, sir. But such is most definitely not the result."
Tezcatlipoca breaths a heavy sigh. "Alright," he mutters at last. "You'd better inform the crew and passengers that an innocent man has been murdered. Then we'd better dump the body, I suppose."
 
 
Nietzsch E. Coyote
08:05 / 21.04.03
"Well It was fun while it lasted. I knew I was going to go this round though. You mafia bastard, Iconoplast. I fingered you I showed how you operated. Hey innocents, take him out this round for me. He's Mafia I'd bet my life on it. I guess I already have.

Nietzche Coyote"

His last journal entry was scratchy the ink blotted in places but unmistakebly the hand of Nietzche. Whether it was scratchy because it was written under the influence of opium in a state of momentary lucidity or because he struggled his last breath away under the influence of the mafia poisoning, no longer mattered for he was dead.
 
 
grant
13:38 / 21.04.03
Hmm.

I'd gotten convinced that Nietzsch was something more than an innocent and Flyboy something less.

Interesting to see who wound up dead.
 
  

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