I watched clouds awobbly from the floor o' that kayak. Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.
I watched clouds awobbly from the floor o' that kayak. Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.
I watched clouds awobbly from the floor o' that kayak. Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.
"deltro hasn't spoken in a while. Hey, wait, where IS deltro?" Milfeulle said.
The guests looked around. deltro was nowhere to be seen. Forte's keen eyes eventually spotted a note left on Volcott's cactus. She picked it up and read it aloud.
"I can't take this anymore. I'm leaving for the mountains. Don't try to follow me. ~deltro
P.S. I'm tired."
"Hey, this sounds a lot like the note Mint left when she got caught in that costume and everyone thought she was some prehistoric man-lizard thing."
She turned around and looked at the remaining group. "That's just...creepy. You guys aren't professional stalkers or something, are you?"
Wolves, make your kill. Vanilla, I bet you're bored out of your mind, eh? I know I would be. Guardian, select who you wish to guard. Psychic, await your report. Forte, you're right, that does sound a lot like the note Mint left when she got caught in that blah blah blah yeah I think everyone's tired of this gag.
IMPORTANT NOTE: If there is no guardian save tonight, this will be the last Night interval. If the end of Day 7 leaves us with 3 people and exactly 1 of those 3 are a wolf, we will segue immediately into Day 8. Admittedly, the guardian will lose a guard, but I'm not chancing making Day 8 a 1-on-1 affair, because deciding the entire game on a knifebox scenario is utterly moronic.
I watched clouds awobbly from the floor o' that kayak. Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.
(21:54:58) bjstrattonIM: My web connection has been REALLY screwy lately, so expect a TWG update on Monday at best.
(21:55:05) bjstrattonIM: Let everyone know if you can.
(21:55:14) Jay: k
I watched clouds awobbly from the floor o' that kayak. Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.
Tasselfoot was annoyed at the whole situation. People were dropping like flies and there was no indication that they were any closer to solving this mystery.
He wandered back over to the main table to get himself a bowl of beef stew. Maybe eating would ease the tension he was feeling.
Unfortunately for him, it wouldn't. Before he could dip the ladle into the pot, it started glowing. Out of nowhere, a bull appeared, chasing him out of the room.
Milfeulle looked surprised. "Hmm, I don't remember using that pot for today. Oops."
Volcott's face had a wry expression on it as Forte started going off her nut at the four remaining guests. "You know, we should really do a better job of keeping the Lost Technology stuff we gather under lock and key."
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It is now Day 7. There are 4 of you left, so 3 votes is an instalynch. We're getting close to the end and have said our farewells to the night interval - good luck, and don't screw everything up.
I watched clouds awobbly from the floor o' that kayak. Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an' tho' a cloud's shape nor hue nor size don't stay the same, it's still a cloud an' so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud's blowed from or who the soul'll be 'morrow? Only Sonmi the east an' the west an' the compass an' the atlas, yay, only the atlas o' clouds.
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