Pirates IV - Firefly Firefight!

[Fleeing Coward]

That might be the case but I'd rather place my money on that he knows your role and am trying to save you.

[Mountain_Faerie]

Free Hand, St. Nil isn't in this game...

[smellie_hippie]

*hippie cleans up a small spill off the bar, and places three glasses in front of the warrior woman. He glances at her sidearm and raises an eyebrow*

I hope that piece is oiled... 'seems we might be a-needin' it 'round here soon. If'n I was you though... I'd wag that finger towards that shady character standin' by tha wayside. Emporer Demonking

[Free Hand]

The dreaded Neonbeard glares at the the one who dares question his judgment.

"Well wit' Llama narratin', someone has t' point at random scallywags nah playin' th' game. 'n also fill his role as an absurd character that fits badly in th' settin'. Now if ye don't mind I be goin' t' get back into character."

Cap'n Neonbeard adjusts his terrifying hat and proceeds to wave around his laser cutlass and spitting curses at random people.

[Cristo Meyers]

A gray haired old man walks into the room, muttering grumpily to himself.

Cain't even get a good night's peace 'round here anymore...

He sits heavily at the bar and looks directly at the bartender (smellie hippie).

How's about ya fix an old man a drink? Or just leave a glass and that bottle o' whiskey, I ain't picky.

[Supagoof]

(( My RPing isn't supposed to get someone in that much trouble! Switches point to Helgraf as he has the 2nd most votes.))

[Dr. Bath]

A youngish, dapper looking man strides along the corridors in the bowels of Serenity seemingly with great purpose and little time to kill. He is clean shaven and well groomed, a silken waistcoat adorns his torso as part of his well-tailored ensemble, the complex stitching reminiscent of the East from Earth That Was. There is a slim briefcase in one hand, the other swings freely back and forth in time with his step. After a long while he abruptly comes to a halt and looks around, apparently Finished with walking for now.

What a fine mess this is. His accent is that of the centre planets. He glances around and spots a fellow passenger, Excuse me! ...Excuse me! You wouldn't happen to know how to get to the ship's mess from here would you? They barge past brusquely without giving an answer.

How rude!

[Aemoh]

*ducks outta the way of the first day wagons*

*points at the person above him, Dr. Bath*

[TRM]

Jandlin rubs his long fingers together and giggles quietly to himself over a cup of fake coffee. "But there's all this murk in it, all this murk! How can one such as *giggle* myself possibly touch it?" He leaps up suddenly from his chair and strides around the room impatiently, oblivious to the odd looks he receives from the others. Grel! Bio! Ti! Sa! Sa! Sa!" He grows angrier with each shout of the syllable "Sa," until he is finally almost red with rage.
"You noticed? My Chinese is perfect! Perfect!" He sits down suddenly and becomes instantly serious and business-like. "Let me get this straight, several passengers on this ship have been killed—some of them are potentially Alliance officials?—by unknown assailants and we are now killing ourselves one by one until we ultimately reveal the culprits? Sounds like my kind of ride.
"Now, whom to kill? I nominate Dragoon for death. Why? Because it's DAY 1!!"

He bursts into another fit of giggles and turns back to his fake coffee. "It looks so delicious..." He whispers to himself.

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

The people gather around Jontom Xire. There is something about the man that makes him suspicious. He has the mannerisms of a member of the Alliance. He has the smell of a member of the Alliance. He has the walk of a member of the Alliance. He has the taste of a member of the Alliance. (In all the confusion and pointing, it is unsure who exactly licked Jontom, but someone did and he assured the rest that Jontom tastes like Alliance.) As the mob strung up the victim and left him dangling, gasping out his end, they searched his belongings. It became obvious why Jontom acted that way. He was a skilled smuggler and often imitated the members of the hated Alliance to pilfer his loot and evade capture.

Jontom Xire was hung by a blood thirsty mob of people who probably now regret hanging him. He was a member of the smugglers (masons).

The crowd slinks away in shame. They'd slink away with their tails between their legs, but the Cat Boy potion mini-event won't come into play until Pirates IX, Blood's Bloody Seas, the Search for the Container of Catnip Stuck on Top of the Refrigerator at the End of the World.

Night 2 begins. Please send all night actions to Alarra, Indurain, and Atreyu. Night 2 should end in 24 hours, but may wait for 48 hours because I think Alarra and Indurain are heading to GenCon and Atreyu has been letting them handle all the night actions and stuff up to this point.

[Cobra_Ikari]

"Mmm. Guess that clears you a bit...Demonking."

[Helgraf]

Well spit. Yeah, I'm glad I'm still alive, but losing a mason. Grrrr.

[Jontom Xire]

My first role in ages and you all have to go lynch me. Thanks guys.

[banjo1985]

((Eventually people will stop lynching Jontom when they realise that he can be an asset to the good guys...great start all round it seems.))

[Emperor Demonking]

So you lynch the practically confirmed, very good at these games power role. Well done.That last bit was sarcasm

[Helgraf]

My first role in ages and you all have to go lynch me. Thanks guys.

Forgotton already that you were the Seer/Fool in another game just recently?

So you lynch the practically confirmed, very good at these games power role. Well done.That last bit was sarcasm

Yeah, well since my neck was the other one on the line, and I had no way of knowing JX's role - that said, I did PM some people trying to get the bandwagon shifted - while at the same time getting my own bandwagon reduced, since shifting away from JX without also moving away from me would have been suicide for me, but either they didn't get their PMs soon enough or they chose not to act on them.

And frankly, practically confirmed means nothing. Several of the "very good at these games" players have used "practically confirmed" status to hide the fact they were on team evil to great effect. It's one of the more effective gambits when you can pull it off.

[Emperor Demonking]

This was one of the rare times when the practically confirmed actually was practically confirmed.

[Cristo Meyers]

Come on, best cut him down. He isn't going to get any deader...

The old man waits for the crowd to bring the body back down from the bulkheads.

Anyone going to do last rites or am I going to have to?

[Haruki-kun]

This was one of the rare times when the practically confirmed actually was practically confirmed.

It's a first day lynch. It's no one's fault, and it's best not to dwell on it. Seriously, stop throwing around suspicion and blame on the first day, Demonking.

[ThePhantom]

Eric saw the object of his vengence, but night fell before he could have his revenge. Now is the time to wait out the alliance, then strike during the day. He will not escape.

[Supagoof]

Anyone going to do last rites or am I going to have to?

Well, looks like it was only a costume. Dangit anyhow. I forget about how everyone seems to want to go along with the girls. And here I thought I was done with high school games.

Gooffy looks disapprovingly at the situation, and helps bring the body down.

I ain't no priest old man, but I shall do my best to send the demons responsible back to the underworld.

((Crap.))

[Vampiric]

Aren't last rites done before a person dies?

[TRM]

Jandlin walks away from the body shaking his head sadly, dark despair filling his eyes. "We killed the wrong man... we killed the wrong man, we killed him, we killed him, we killed the wrong man! Shot 'im and grabbed 'im, and strung 'im uuup! We killed the wrong man... we killed the wrong man, we killed the wrong man!!"

He finally leans against the wall, looking much more cheerful, and starts to drum his fingers against it absently. He leaps up as if jabbed with a pin and rushes over to the nearest passenger. "Look here, look here, look here! I think I found an illegal smuggling bay! Could it be? could I be wrong? Come look! Come seeee."

[Cobra_Ikari]

This was one of the rare times when the practically confirmed actually was practically confirmed.

"Oh, stop already. How was he practically confirmed? Because you said he was? Forgive us mortals for not taking your word for it immediately. Were it not for you now being practically confirmed, I'd have asked for your head next. You irritate me."

[Cristo Meyers]

Aren't last rites done before a person dies?

Psh, hell if I know...gimme a break, I've only seen Serenity...and even then I was half to three-quarters drunk...

[Eldritch Knight]

And frankly, practically confirmed means nothing. Several of the "very good at these games" players have used "practically confirmed" status to hide the fact they were on team evil to great effect. It's one of the more effective gambits when you can pull it off.

Why thank you, Helgraf, despite the fact that you're not specifically talking about me, I know I've tried this exact stunt with a reasonable degree of success before.

[Helgraf]

Why thank you, Helgraf, despite the fact that you're not specifically talking about me, I know I've tried this exact stunt with a reasonable degree of success before.

And I'll thank you for providing supporting evidence. Now, let's get back to the game, mmm?

[Atreyu the Masked LLama]

Early in the morning, a discussion of evil intent takes place outside someone's room.

We shouldn't kill him. He's about to fall.
Maybe killing him will push him over the edge and he'll fall.
Or he'll turn into a vengence machine for goodness and light and he'll never fall.
Either way, he'll no longer be a threat in this game and that's what's important.
I suppose. Lets do it.

The Alliance members enter the bedroom of poor Mordokai and disintegrates his brain with their wacky evil ways. BLORP goes Mordokai's gray matter.

Mordokai was killed. He was a smuggler. The narrator apologies for any lackluster in this post, but he's rather busy.

Day 2 begins. It will end sometime Friday night after 11 PM EST if all goes according to plan.

[Mordokai]

((Well I'll be damned, you sure are reducing mason team fast...

Good luck to the rest of you guys. Get them Alliance pigs instead of us.))

[Trog]

*stares at swinging body and at the other corpse with the blorped head *

Knew I shoulda picked one of those fancy-type ships with a bit more pizazz. Or maybe one with a lock on the cabin door or two. Or hell even one with a cabin doors at all would be nice, really, but we haven't even got them. Hmmm... maybe I can still hail a cab.

Taxi! Get me to the nearest brothel in this ass-end of the verse!

Hello? Hello? Hellaww forget it. Radio is dead. Much like the aft end of the ship at this point... so what the heck did we decide? About the bodies exactly? Cause one of them is beginning to smell. Bad.

*looks around for any suspicious types. Points at Dr. Bath cause he seems all fancified. Never trusted those fancy folk and their "manners". Plus, maybe Mr. Fancy there would have a bottle of cologne or something to dab on the corpses to make them... er... less corpsey. smellin'.*