Roleplay Mafia Minigame ❧ NIGHT SIX

Amethyst kicked at the broken street lamp, idly scratching the surface of her teeth with a fingernail.

"This is goin' nowhere 'n I'm bored of this already. What else is there to do around here, anyway?"

A rock had gotten displaced from the cobblestones and she picked it up, tossing it from hand to hand for a moment, thinking, before launching it at the one who'd called her a witch.

"Think fast, baby blue!"

She didn't particularly want to hurt anyone, but she was bored and that one carried herself like someone who knew their way around a battlefield.

(( I'M SORRY SAYAKA. WANNA TUSSLE? ))

(( also ye that's a no lynch from amy ))

Kyouko flashed her tongue at Luke, who had the nerve of scolding her. And...did he just call them witches? She realized that normal people are unaware of magical girls, but to assume that they were witches? Absurd.

"I'll do whatever I want! And you've got it completely backwards - we EAT witches so we're much higher on the food chain than those ugly things."

She was about to say more, but stopped as she heard Sayaka address Human Grape.

Kyouko was a bit taken aback by Sayaka's sincerity in her apology. She didn't think that she'd seriously do it, and with so little dispute too. Maybe she went too far? The redhead felt slightly guilty for upsetting Sayaka. After all, it wasn't her intention to get her all..serious. But as she continued to speak and address the crowd with her now steady voice, Kyouko realized that perhaps..

'Yes, this is all fine.'

The Human Grape didn't seem to mind much anyway, and after a quick act of vandalism herself ('Oi, that's my thing.'), she was all water under the bridge.

As Sayaka continued talking to the others, Kyouko felt her take on a different demeanor from earlier. She seemed much more relaxed, and less tense. Was it because of Kyouko's company? She wasn't sure, maybe that was too bold of an assumption. It could just be just Sayaka being Sayaka. She smiled a crooked smile nonetheless. ('The feeling's mutual, Sayaka, even though I would never admit it.')

“You've talked of much, and so far you seem the most knowledgeable out of any of us. What do you think that we should do?” Sayaka asked the talkative fellow, who seemed to be a close companion of Tattoo Guy.

'Ehh?! Sayaka what are you doing? Are you going to let them order us around? Really??' Kyouko yelled at her partner telepathically.

Kyouko flashed her an annoyed look. Honestly.

"You know what, fine. I'll let this go just this ONCE. I will get along with you people, and do..whatever it is we're doing here."

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((Kyouko doesn't like it, but NO LYNCH.)

No one was lynched.


It is now Night 1.

Please PM me your actions by 1:00pm PST on Thursday, June 18.

Feel free to finish up any ongoing interactions but D2 is going to begin assuming everyone had some time to go off and do other things for a bit.

"Think fast, baby blue!"

Baby blue? Who is th--

Kyouko pushed Sayaka aside as she realized that something hard and rocky was about to hit her.

It was a classic heroic act - pushing the damsel in distress away and--

...catching the stone in her hand, duh. As if Kyouko would let a pebble hit her, of all things.

"ARE YOU TRYING TO PICK A FIGHT?" Kyouko had just agreed to get along mere minutes ago. Well that might change very soon.

Amumu was looking at them all, but especially at Luke. The small mummy felt a light trill of happiness and hope, with the young man agreeing with him on a course of action. That seemed to spark others in the group -- even the loquacious scientist and the loud ladies -- to agree as well.

He let a little bandaged smile slip...while shuffling sideways, just a bit closer to Luke.

Carlos surveyed the scuffle, deemed it far enough from himself and Cecil that he could safely ignore it, and relegated it to the bottom of his List of Things to Worry About. It was a long list, so he probably wouldn’t get around to worrying about it until at least three o’ clock.

Already turning on his heel, he announced to no one in particular, “Right, so if we’re done here, I have a radio station to build.” A pause. An addendum: “Also in case anyone is curious, I did some science while we were all talking and nobody here has any evil-detection abilities, which is kind of disappointing because evil is one of the few things, along with carbon monoxide, that is really worth detecting. Just thought you should know.”

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(( To clarify, there are no roles in-game that can investigate alignments, though there may still be other investigative roles.

Today's proverb: The squeaky wheel is made entirely of mice. Drive safely. ))

The red one caught the rock and Amethyst's face broke into a grin, her gem glowing bright white as she pulled her whip from it once again, the crystal tips of the three-pronged end tapping against the ground as one end landed to rest on the cobblestones.

"Damn straight I wanna fight, sparky, bring it on! I'll stop before I ding ya up too bad!"

And then she was dashing forward, a grin plastered across her face.

(( I'M SORRY I JUST WANNA SEE A GEM-PUELLA MAGI FACE-OFF someone can step in and stop it if they want i'm just kinda... idk i wanna fight yOU WANNA GO??? DO YA- ))

(( im sorry stevenbomb is fucking me up ))

((edited because i posted it too early whoops ))

Soren jumped back from Amethyst, holding back a groan. It was reminding him of some of the squabbles in between some of the Greil's mercenary, much to his annoyance. He sighed, throwing his hands up in the air and shaking his head a bit, turning around to walk away and stay out of it, figuring it was for the best.

He did wonder on what would happen during the night, but put it aside for the moment to go and find something to read, not feeling particularly tired at that moment.

“Think fast, baby blue!”

Out of the corner of her eye, Sayaka saw movement and then a flash of red. Kyouko collided with her, pushing her back and out of the way with the hint of a snarl.

Sayaka touched her soul gem.

“Kyouko! What is this—”

A jagged stone cut through the purple twilight hanging over the square before Kyouko snatched it clean out of the air. She bore a triumphant grin.

“Are you trying to pick a fight?” Kyouko demanded, eyes narrowed as she held her spear at length in a firm grip.

Kyouko stood between Sayaka and the mysterious purple gem girl perched next to the shattered street lamp and ruined pavement. The girl paid no mind to the damage she had caused—if anything, she seemed relaxed, even pleased with herself. Maybe senseless destruction was normal where she was from, but to Sayaka, it drove a spike through the already misshapen and faltering pact that united the group. After all, everyone was here for the feather. Or almost everyone, it seemed.

Sayaka didn't like cowering behind Kyouko—though she liked the thought of transforming in front of the others even less. Kyouko cut a fierce pose, brave and wholly confident, the picturesque tireless and unflinching fighter. She had shown no restraint in using her powers to assume puella magi, and to an extent Sayaka could agree with her motives, whenever they pushed beyond the narrow goal of food and its acquisition. Kyouko didn't do it just to show off: she did it for comfort, too.

Sayaka did not need that comfort. The strength of her transformation was the comfort it brought for others. Here, transforming would do little for strengthening ties and bolstering camaraderie. No matter how much the purple girl taunted her, Sayaka knew in her heart that she should exercise restraint.

And if I don't, what then happens if my gem clouds over? She realized she hadn't stolen a peek at Kyouko's gem in a few weeks (days?). I hope she isn't overusing it.

Carlos broke the tense stand-off.

“Right, so if we're done here, I have a radio station to build,” he said, and he turned on the spot and left, offering further commentary in the form of more inane rambling. Sayaka brushed his departure aside, though his attitude and responses only deepened her desperation; he would not help, not much, anyway, and his best counsel had been to do... nothing.

Nothing. That seems to be all anyone wants to do here! Sayaka thought in a flash of anger. Her head hurt as if that jagged stone had caught her square on the forehead, and her fingers flexed against the soul gem. It took her a few shakes of the head before she could focus again, and by then Soren had made his leave as well.

Leaving the girl with the destruction strewn about her feet, and her whip, unfurled and eager.

Sayaka's heart fell.

She grabbed her soul gem.

“Kyouko!” she mentally screamed. “Don't!”

Luke looked at the fighting then sighed. He was tired, after standing up all day. He patted Amumu's head, then says,

"Amumu, I'm going to go get a room in the inn. I will be in room 1 if you need me."

He then wonder off to sleep.

(( Heading to bed, but wanted to remind people before I left to remember to send in night actions! ))

Amumu looked at the women all seemingly about to fight, wide-eyed. He then looked around to see what everyone else was doing, as Luke told him where he was off too.

The mummy hesitated a moment, looking back at the brewing fight again before wandering off himself...in r direction of Luke.

The radio tower was everything a radio tower ought to be: a tall, Promethean spire extending into the void above. Carlos stepped back, hands on his hips, to admire his own handiwork and also to watch and see if it would fall over if the wind blew too hard.

The wind blew.

It did not fall over.

Inordinately pleased with himself, the scientist made his way back to his makeshift lab next to Cid’s Accessory Shop for a change of clothing, and for the next stage of his project.


And so it was that Carlos, now dressed in a business casual lab coat, as opposed to the informal weekend lab coat he was wearing earlier, returned to the plaza. Cecil was, conveniently, right where he’d left him by the top of the stairs. With the air of a man trying to hide a radio transmitter behind his back so as not to spoil the surprise for his radio host boyfriend, Carlos hid the radio transmitter behind his back so as not to spoil the surprise for his radio host boyfriend.

He cleared his throat.

“I want to preface this by saying that my phone, you know how it was oozing bodily fluids earlier? Well, it’s progressed to a level of sentience akin to a small and angry chihuahua, and it ate all the leftover beef stew and also one of your scarves before I was able to trap it under a spaghetti strainer in the living room. So I’m going to need you to take a look at it, or maybe call Best Buy or something. I would call Best Buy myself, but my phone is currently growling and barking and also trapped beneath a spaghetti strainer.

“So I wasn’t able to go with my original coat-hanger-and-beef-stew plan for the radio station, but I did manage to come up with a reasonable and far more portable alternative.” With this, Carlos produced from behind his back a radio transmitter that was as light as air, and resembled air in all other qualities as well. “It’s made from that leftover slice of invisible, non-corporeal, and tasteless carrot cake we brought back from Gino’s and then never actually ate because we forgot it was there. I know that cake was kind of old, but don’t worry, I made sure it still works. I tested it thoroughly before coming here, because, you know, I am a scientist and all.

“So um.” It was usually at this point that Carlos would end with something like, ‘Happy birthday,’ or ‘Happy anniversary,’ or even ‘Congratulations on surviving Street Cleaning Day,’ but there actually was no occasion here to be celebrated. “So um,” he concluded finally, figuring Cecil would know what he meant.