All right, guys. Oh, and here's the voting guide again.
Chapter 5
The group finished their grim task of voting, once again. "ddrruler, this time?" asked Lupin. Everybody nodded slowly, ashamedly, at having to participate in the dreadful act of killing for the third time.
"So how shall we do it?" asked ddrruler slowly. "I'm not too eager for an oven death like kibbel's."
"Let's do this," suggested M-A-C. "How about we hit you in the back of the head with a billiards stick?"
ddrruler shrugged, and grimaced. "Ugh. I don't relish the idea... but that seems like the cleanest and quickest way to me.
They did the deed, and left his body slumped over in one of the myriad chairs scattered about the room.
Just then, JurseyRider said, "Hey! What's that over there?" She pointed to the other billiards table, the one that had not been the scene of deltro's death.
There were several small slips of paper underneath the billiard balls. When Chromer compared them, he found that they all had the same design on them. The general effect was one of a circle with many intricate lines.
"This looks like the paper we found in the kitchen," exclaimed Afrobean. "Maybe they're all for the same purpose. We'll have to find out what they're for later." He put them in his pocket for safekeeping. "Now, anybody see a door anywhere?" Everyone shook their head.
"Well, unless you want to try that other door again, there's nothing else," said DDRadicted sarcastically.
Gamepro walked over and pulled it open. To everyone's shock, there was a room behind the door- and it wasn't the kitchen.
"What the heck is going on in this place?" asked Chromer. "Nothing about the geography here seems to make any sense!"
M-A-C shrugged. "I don't know, but this is the only place we can go. I suggest we go in."
"Sure," agreed Afrobean. "I really don't want to stay here," he said, turning reflexively to look at deltro and ddrrulers' bodies.
And with that, the group entered the door.
*****
"Why did you let the humans get hold of those things?"
"I didn't. Something is interfering with our plan."
"The newly dead?"
"I would suppose so. We'll have to make a move, and make it soon."
"I doubt it would be the dead, actually. It's more likely that we're being influenced by an outside force."
"But what could that be?"
"Whatever gave the humans those things."
"But what is it? And what are they?"
"I don't know."
"Fine. I'll warn everybody else."
"Remember, we may or may not have some of ours with the humans. We lost track of them after they picked up the first object. All we can do now is manipulate the mansion to our advantage."
"I understand."
"Good. We cannot fail now... not when there are so few humans. Playtime's almost over. But first..."
It is now Night 3. I need PMs from the special roles.