Ivory Dragonfly

You said it! I'm walking so slowly I'm moving backwards! *Thud* Ow. Oh, hi, @SE_Jasnah_Kholin . Say, how does this even work? Can I blame timespren for this?

Really? Well, just to make sure you have a good foundation, why don't you sing us a song? I'm sure it will further cement your reputation.

Seriously, I think that man chose the wrong calling. Attracted musicspren like nobody's business, though. Probably out of morbid fascination.

I recommend my old music conductor's advice: pitch too low, add a bucket of ice water. Too high, bucket of gravel. Add cement to help with the intonation. Do it right and you get a block of concrete, which is way more interesting than singing, anyways.

*Ominous music intensifies* JK. I honesty have no idea what the palace servants are doing. Thanks for helping out, strange Shin man.

As far as I can make out, Adolin talked about killing someone. Liss then inflated the story and spread false rumors. An eye for an eye, Liss. You got Adolin ostracized, you can handle the same yourself.

Okay. I've been a bit busier than I thought I would be, and when I come back, adolin's been ostracized, liss has been accused of muckraking, and 'someone' has released dozens of chull into the palace. Perfect! Everything is still typical for an Alethi feast. We wouldn't want the parshendi to get a bad impression of us, after all. Ahoy! Servant! It should be about time to start the light shows! Let's get those fabrials moving!

It had taken the entirety of a half hour, but Elhokar had found the perfect gift for his beloved. A beautiful clump of exotically-colored fingermoss. Well, maybe it was normal fingermoss that someone had dyed. But it looked lovely anyways. Elhokar approached his wife, holding the flowers like a shield. "Asuedan!" He declared, "I do hope you are enjoying yourself tonight. I thought these flowers looked almost as lovely as you, and couldn't resist bringing you some."

Elhokar wandered around the hall, thinking hard. There's something I'm forgetting, I just can't think of what. I've caught up with friends, had some food, been insulted by wit, but there's something I'm missing. He glanced over the crowd, hoping for something to jog his memory. Renarin was still away, Galivar was still ruling, everything was normal. He snapped his fingers, a bit uncertainly. Music. That must be it. He waved at a passing servant. "Tell the musicians to play something in the background. That should liven things up a bit." As the music started to pick up, he glanced around for someone else to talk to. There were the parshendi in their corner, but it might be better to wait until later to talk with them. There was Ialai sadeas, standing next to an unfamiliar woman. Although now he thought about it... Oops. That's right. I'm married. And I haven't paid attention to her all night. Idiot. Maybe if I offer her some flowers, things'll smooth over. Women like flowers, right?

Elhokar grinned like a madman as he slipped through the hall. Now this... This was a feast! His smile slipped a bit as he remembered the accusations being thrown around. Throw out the wit? Unthinkable! Throwing out his sister was even worse! And as for the shin... Well, it was a alliance between civilizations. Why not let people stay? Enjoy a taste of Alethi culture, at least for one night. They Alethi were warlike, true, and used to power games, but nobody needed to be ostracized tonight. Give everyone time to settle down, complete a few goals, and maybe after a few hours they could start wrapping the party up. Nobody needs to be voted out for a while. But that was just his own opinion, of course. He saw jasnah out of the corner of his eye and nodded to her. She was a heretic, yes. But weren't they all, some of the time? She just declared it more openly. Plus, she was his sister. And Kholins watched out for one another.

Hey, Adolin made it! Pull up a chair, grab some wine! You wanna try a quick duel later? Maybe I can beat you if you have both hands tied behind your back, haha. Don't let Sadeas get to you, he's like that with everyone. Wit must have put him in a bad mood. Hey look! They've got shinovar food! Amazing! This feast must have been a nightmare to plan. Dibs on the chicken!

Elhokar grabbed a platter of food from a passing parshman. This was a feast, after all, and he was hungry. He nodded to a few people he passed on his way to a table, carefully avoiding the wit. That man was insufferable. And also uncharacteristically devoid of variety. He'd only commented on smells so far. Unless that was his gimmick for the night. Argh. Elhokar sat down with his food. Om nom nom.

Come now, look on the bright side of death. At least we know the Swan is still the Swan, if they are cross with us. And there is some useful hindsight to be had, I think, even if the foresight was found wanting. Also, in the interest of consolidating votes against a lynchwagon I am pretty suspicious of, Tuatara.

Like you said, you didn't cast suspicion on Mouse. And yeah, I do really believe you'd publicly cast suspicion on Tuatara because how you went about that is part of my case against you. Sorry if I'm wrong, but I am not really dissuaded by this. Please do look into it sometime if you are alive and all, yes. I would be interested, for a lot of reasons, to hear what you have to say. I congratulate you on a most excellent IKYK, but I disagree. Elims don't necessarily take direct action to save each other, in fact they try to avoid doing that if they can afford to. Anyhow, I'm still kind of sketched out by this Penguin lynch (also seriously, what's the deal with targeting birds?). Tuatara, you voted for Penguin 'cause they showed up on people's suspicion lists, which is fair, but several people are consistently showing up on suspicion lists. Why in particular choose Penguin from that group? Are you professing to be a follower of the gods of luck and chance, or what?

Ah, glad to know the Swan is here, and has not been replaced (seriously, it's almost uncanny how all the birds are getting targeted by kills and votes in this game). Likewise, I'm not going to hash over the Falcon thing any more than we already did; I think we both said all we had to say. I believe it was the sensible choice with the information we had at the time, although obviously it turned out to be the wrong call. But hey, on the bright side, I think I maybe found the elims properly this time. I've combed through the thread for evidence, revised some opinions, and tried to make sense of the last two cycles. So now I unfurl my case: I accuse Azure Mouse, Amethyst Scorpion, and Cream Tuatara of being the eliminator team. Obviously, that requires a substantial amount of substantiation, so here it is, spoilered for convenience: It goes without saying, I could be totally wrong about all of this. But I also wouldn't have brought this up if I didn't think it was fairly relevant. I'll vote for any of the three people I accused as an eliminator team (Mouse with a little regret, on behalf of their activity and excellent RP contributions). But for now, I vote for Amethyst Scorpion. I feel they are the person most likely to validate or debunk my theory.

It will be interesting to see if any of my guesses for people's regular accounts are correct. Anyways, for doing stuff this cycle. I don't really get why Falcon say "I'm not a villager" when they are flipping villager, but whatever. We should absolutely take Falcon's "speculations" about the nature of the informant role seriously, at this point. Putting a few pieces together, I am kind of worried that the eliminator faction may have a sudden death win condition of killing all the informants. That's one of the only ways any of this could make sense, to be honest, although I kind of hope I'm wrong and somebody else has a different take on things. The other possibility is that an account-swap happened when we weren't looking. That would explain a lot. But, tbh, I don't believe the swap mechanic could work that way. If nothing at all looks off in the alignment flip, and it isn't stopped by a lynch, that would be an extremely powerful ability. The lack of PMs in this game is a right kick of the teeth when you are trying to make sense of the game mechanics, I will say. Anyhow, I'll be doing my best to vote for somebody what's actually guilty this time, seeing how the last one turned out. Current players (thanks Fifth): Amber Vulture Amethyst Scorpion Azure Mouse Chartreuse Penguin Coral Swan Cream Tuatara Indigo Weasel Ivory Dragonfly Mauve Crocodile Melon Dingo Of those, I am removing Swan, Weasel, and myself, because I am pretty sure none of those are elims. Big caveat there because somebody trusted could totally get account-swapped. Although, I would like to think that duplicating my particular brand of crazy would be suitably challenging. And I have a feeling I would notice if Swan or Weasel got replaced, too. That's the advantage of all these people being pretty active. Although @Coral Swan if you'd post this cycle, and explain why I was dumb to lynch Falcon, I'd feel much better about your not being bodyswapped. Amber Vulture Amethyst Scorpion Azure Mouse Chartreuse Penguin Cream Tuatara Mauve Crocodile Melon Dingo Of those, Vulture and Tuatara have the distinction of getting close to being lynched but escaping, which in my books is a mark of suspicion. However, I also think Vulture was not defended very much by anybody, which is a mark of being village. I don't really suspect Vulture. I also have a feeling Scorpion is village. I don't have words to put to that, but I do. So then, I would say I'm fairly sure our ~3 elims are in this group of 5: Azure Mouse Chartreuse Penguin Cream Tuatara Mauve Crocodile Melon Dingo ...and that's enough for now, I'll hit post and place a vote after I've done more thorough analysis on those five people.

What.

Right, I'm going to go to sleep soon. I might not post again this cycle. So, I'm going to put up some thoughts on this lynch, and then call it a day. I can see a few possible outcomes to today's lynch: Falcon is lynched: Falcon flips eliminator: Coral, Weasel, Myself, and Scorpion would all basically be cleared, from interactions with Falcon. Coral defended Falcon too openly to be on the same team, and also initially voted for Falcon before changing to Vulture. Weasel voted on Falcon on the first day, and also initially voted for Falcon before changing to Vulture. Myself and Scorpion were some of the earliest votes on Falcon that stuck. Vulture would be nominally cleared, for being the main counter-lynch against Falcon. Take this with a grain of salt though, in light of what just happened in LG46. Dingo would look notably more suspect. I believe somebody may well have made some attempt to defend the first eliminator to be lynched, and there is already reason to believe Dingo is not a refugee. Falcon flips third party: Depends a lot on what kind of third party. Fortunately, we have reason to believe the title of the faction is self-explanatory. Probably, information-wise this could be treated almost like a mislynch on a villager. Mouse and crocodile would look a bit more suspect, because both of them tried to disassociate themselves from the prevailing lynch. Bandwagonners also would look nominally more suspect. Vulture is lynched: Vulture flips eliminator: Folks who tried to lynch Vulture the past two cycles, such as Coral, Dingo, Ostritch, and Weasel, would all be pretty cleared of being eliminators. Off the top of my head, I don't know if anybody except me really defended Vulture (which btw, maybe means that there is no team backing them, people), so I guess that would make me look suspect. I would maybe look for distancing patterns, because Vulture was in the spotlight, but not too much in the spotlight, making those patterns more likely to be visible if you looked for them. Vulture flips village: I am having a hard time coming up with any new leads this particular flip would create in of itself, tbh. Although analyzing specific posts from this cycle would still be fruitful, as always, and there should be lots to go off of in the aftermath of this cycle. Vulture flips third party: I think that would take basically everybody by surprise. I don't think the game is big enough to sustain too many third party peoples though, so I guess that would be another point against Falcon. Should otherwise be treated as a lynch on a villager, because that is most likely what the elims were expecting it to be. Also, a more full explanation on sudden death. The village wins if they kill all the evils before they can meet their win con. Not specifically before they kill us all. So, Seonid might just be covering all the bases with being vague, but there's also a fair chance that he took the trouble to phrase it that way because one of the evil factions has a sudden death win condition. So yeah. 'night everybody.

Point. What I am going for has to do with how the win condition actually works, not so much the specifics of wording, and I also have reason to believe it could be guessed by any alignment. But I'll just be out with it. What I am thinking of here is sudden death. Another crate went up the rope. They had found a bit of food and medical supplies. Important stuff to have. No supplies for a proper stew, though, Bailey thought with a scowl. They weren't finished yet, however. This was just one wing of the storage block. Bailey wandered off to let V handle securing the last crate from this room. He stopped at an airlock to another wing, keying it open. Odd. It refused to budge. They weren't supposed to do that. He pushed the red "override" button and tried it again. The door flung open, and Bailey was thrown off his feet in a roar of rushing air. His head hit the ground, hard. His ears were ringing. His oxygen coin was ripped out of his hand, flying away to be sucked down to the other end of the room, and out of a small hole in the side of the craft. Oh, crem. He could still faintly the hiss of stale air leaking out through the breach, but it was muffled, either because he was partially deafened or because the pressure was rapidly dropping. He couldn't breathe. He slid across the floor towards the breach, pulled along by the continued jettison of air. Spots were already starting to dance across his field of vision. Storage crates shifted, piling up around the hole, obscuring it from view. Bailey seized hold of a crate lid, and levered himself in between two crates, painstakingly forcing them to each side, exposing the hull breach underneath. It was a surprisingly small hole, smaller than his hand, but he could see the void on the other side. He slammed the crate lid flat on top of the breach. It stuck fast, held in place by air pressure. At once, the hissing stopped. Ow... Need air. Bailey struggled to his feet, staggering back towards the airlock. He blessed the storage block's deteriorating life support system, which had not yet registered the pressure drop in this room. If it was anywhere near up to code, the airlock should have sealed behind him, and he would have been trapped in here with no air. He threw himself out the door, forcing himself to walk as he made his way over to V, as it would consume less oxygen. V had the spare medallion... He pointed frantically at the medallion. V threw it to him, but Bailey's hand moved without coordination, failing to catch it. It clattered on the ground. He settled for falling on top of it. He sprawled across the ground, and his lungs flooded with oxygen again. "Thanks," he exhaled, badly shaken. (I figured something interesting should happen to move the RP forward, even if people were sleeping and whatnot. There should still be plenty of time left in the cycle to do other things with this expedition, though, and I hope that can happen)

The wording in PM was a bit more generalized then "elims" and it used somewhat fancier language. But I actually think Scorpion gave a fair enough summary that I would not suspect them for it. I wouldn't clear them for it either, though. Won't argue with a bad gut read, though. I don't exactly have a gut read off Scorpion atm. I did find something of interest, however. Thanks for reminding me to read the win condition more carefully. It conspicuously leaves the door open for something that wouldn't be possible in most games. Anybody want to take a stab at guessing what?

I'm perfectly happy to offer analysis, but I believe I've already communicated most of what I think. I will analyze further if and when new information is made available. For example, could you clarify your case against Scorpion? Not saying I particularly agree or disagree, I just don't follow. You are saying they should have said "attest to" instead of "agree with"...?

Bailey cracked his glowsticks, started tapping oxygen from a coin, and slid down the rope. Swallowed up by the depths of the ship. When he got to the bottom, V was there, flashlight on, asking whether he'd been in space. "You could say that," he said drily. "I was born in space." He paused, though not of any need to take a breath. "Lived up here for a lot of my life, working on one craft or another," he added more pensively. "Been about a year since I was on Scadrial proper. Much longer than that and there's health issues," he continued, realizing he might be rambling a bit. That could happen, when you didn't even need to stop to breathe. "I've never seen anything like this happen before... But, a lot can go wrong up here, I guess. Something like a murderer in the crew, that's almost easier to deal with, you know? A murderer is a human at least, or close enough to one. Something you can understand, something you can maybe beat, if you're good enough. You don't really ever beat that," he gestured expansively towards a viewport and the emptiness beyond it. "You just live in spite of it, and make peace with the fact that a thin sheet of metal is all that stands between you and it." Bailey shrugged a little. No point in dwelling on this sort of thing for long. "Anyhow, lets take a look at these boxes. Might be something good in there." "And hey, maybe if we find something good enough, the rest of everybody will be happy, and stop offing each other for a few seconds," he added cheerfully as he levered one of the boxes open. OOC: Also, elims, if you are planning on killing me anytime soon, this RP could potentially lead to a fantastic death scene Definitely not baiting to draw out a kill or anything like that, nope, no siree

"Ah, good to know, V," Bailey nodded. "I second that hope. Dying would be bad." Of coarse, if they didn't try to salvage more supplies, more people might eventually die of starvation. "Alright, I think we have everything we need. The hatch is this way." Bailey walked to the far side of the room and entered a hallway. It was darker out here. Power was running on backup, and necessities like air filtration, heat exchange, water recycling, and adequate lighting were slowly being withdrawn to the core of the hauler where most of the people were situated. Space was an incredibly hostile environment. It was easy to forget that, with all the technology protecting them. A flashlight flicked on. Bailey navigated the hallways of the hauler, trying to make his way aft. He didn't know exactly where the storage hatch was, but the hauler wasn't that big, and it should be in the vicinity of the engine. "There," he said, pointing to an airtight hatch. It was fixed at an angle, sloping towards the front of the vessel, and downwards into the hold. He opened the hatch. It was completely dark inside. "Alright. We should set up the ropes, maybe? Beyond here, you'll want to hold your breath, and use the coin for oxygen."

Bailey nodded towards the stranger with the metal arm. He figured there was probably enough oxygen for all three of them to go down there, but having somebody up top would be really useful. "That sounds like a good idea," he said. "Could use somebody to haul the supplies back up. Air might be a bit stale up top, but still breathable. Anyways, we'd best get heading aft, unless anybody else wants to join?" He gestured towards the back of the hauler. "Should be a hatch going down into the main storage block, a little bit before we would reach the engine room, I think. Also, I don't think I caught either of your names? I'm Bailey."