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Okay, that, that freaks me out a bit. I got the message a while back that I was snapped, but since work decided to be crazy I didn't really read it past to make sure I hadn't broken a rule. When I finally did get a chance to read it, I took a quick second to send a message to Peng. Shortly there after I am the target of an attack. Before, the whole reading PMs seemed a bit too crazy for me, but now, I'm not so sure. I mean, that's just a little bit too large a coincidence.
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Also, I discovered that the orange A with the four colored boxes next to the "size" drop down allows you to highlight a word and change it's color.
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I have also revealed myself to the Mistborn. Cessie
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I agree that we should have more discussion outside of just casting our votes. I know that's part of the reason I've been so quiet (aside from this crazy work schedule I have this week). I feel like I've run the course of Cessie's role play at this point, and if I were to say something it would be pretty much the same information as before which is simply boring. Plus, the best way to catch someone is to force a conversation.
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I can't say for sure, but part of it may be translating time. If it has to be translated into french, or even converted from american words and formats (ie "He said" instead of 'he said') it may take a little bit more time to get that change made, and then get the book printed. If it's super easy, they make the date close. If it's a little bit harder, the may take more time.
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If this were a real life situation I would simply say that everyone stay in the same room, and if someone wants to go to the bathroom they go in groups of three (preferabily as assigned by our esteemed Mistborn). As it is... As soon as they returned from Digit's home, Cessies sank into a chair. She couldn't stop hearing the quiet "No" that Peng had said, as he killed the poor man. As the mists gathered outside, she dropped her head into her hands. What may have been a few minutes or a few hours later she heard the name of her Terrisman coming up. Looking over, she saw a group of people discussing who they suspected. She wanted to object -- after all, he had been with her home for as long as she could remember -- but she feared that doing so would draw more attention to herself, and at this point it seemed as though anyone who stood out would be killed. "Besides," she thought, dropping her head back into her hands, "How well do I really know the man? I've ignored him most of my life. He was just another of the servants, carrying out Mama or Pappa's orders."
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Sorry, I don't have a ton of time to say anything before I run to work, but I did want to cast my vote really fast. Also, my font color issue days are over! Did you guys know there's a way to change the color in the editor? I'm going to go with Digits simply because if someone has to die, it does make sense for it to be a person who is inactive.
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Cessie watched a Quillion walked out the door, trying to ignore the sinking feeling his words had caused. Glancing around her at the dejected faces, she whole heartedly wished she had never decided to leave her home. "If I live through this," she though, "I shall find that man my mother wanted me to marry, get it over with as quickly as possible, and never leave home again. I've had enough adventure for one life time." With that thought she raised a finger to request a drink. After all, if she was forced to stay, the least that she could do was dull the edge.
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No, I know he can't say exactly what he is, but what about sending a message to someone else and requeting they say something? Or... I don't know. I just wish I knew if we have another coinshot, or else we're all sitting ducks at night.
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Cessie watched the sun set as the crowd around her grew more and more possitive that Shimble was suspect. She couldn't justify killing an innocent man, but the facts that were presented to her painted the picture of a man who wasn't. As she cast her vote, she felt a feeling of satisfaction -- she had made an important decision on her own. That feeling instantly lead to horror as she, along with the others, discovered that she had just sent not only an innocent, but a friend, to his death. "What have I done?" she asked, covering her mouth in horror. Holy cow, I did not expect that. I really wish he had stepped up to say something more, or else that Peng has said something.
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Holy cow! I sleep a bit and suddenly there's 2 whole pages to read through! You people are crazy! I have been swayed by the arguments here and retract my vote for no one and vote to kill Shimble. Oh Meta just posted. Did I make it?
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I am going to add this to the "don't kill anyone" vote: If we start killing random people, it improves the chances of badface hitting a misting at the night, assuming he's going to just keep on attacking every night. If instead we leave people alive, it makes it less likely that he will hit a misting in a random attack. Wilson, thank you. I guess I should cast the vote officially, but at that point it wasn't official. Okay, this isn't working. Help, please?
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As Cessie listened to the conversations going on around her, a type of calm came over her. She was sure that part of the problem was simply the shock of the situation, but that was a small part of her mind. "My good gental folk," she said, striding to the center of the room to make sure she had everyone's attention. She made sure to stand with the posture her mother had drilled into her, doing everything she had been taught to project an air of confidence. People naturally responded to those who were noble. "I see that there is a split in the opinions of our great crew, and I think the best way to assure that our esteemed leader is able to make a decision is to have all of the arguments already available to review when he returns. "Lord Listmaster," she said turning to look at Aether. "Would you be so kind as to create a list of the complaints lobbied against each person. If each of you will present your reasons for why you think they should be the one sacrified for the greater good, we will get a good list put together to help make things easier." "I only hope," she thought as she sat back down, "that I am not painting a giant target on my head for speaking up."
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Cessie was pulled from her second night of drink aided sleep from the sound of the crowd around her. Groaning, she opened her eyes, and was instantly greeted with the message on the wall. Grabbing her head, she decided that she was much too sick to try and decide what it meant. "Water," she croaked, closing her eyes against the brightness of the sun. A glass of water was set down next to her, and she sipped at it slowly, trying to convince her stomach she didn't need to repeat her actions of the morning before. "Again with the killing?" She thought when she had finally caught the gist of the converstaion. "I had never realized how blood thursty people were. Personally, if I am going to be even partly responsible for someone's death, I want to have more evidence." No kill for now
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As Cessie heard the news of poision, she couldn't help but think of her mother. One of her usual arguments when hearing that Cessie was going on an adventure was to cry "But you might be poisioned!" It appeared her mother was correct. As she watched the people around her panic, it took all of her self control (and years of training on how a lady should behave) to not break into tears. And everyone was speaking about an inquisitor. She didn't have the natural fear that many of those in the theiving crew did, since she had been raised her entire life around them. However, she also knew of other nobles who had been caught in the wrong building when a raid had been completed, and as a result had been killed by associasion. All she wanted was to use a little bit of her family's money and finally have an adventure without having to worry about her parents dragging her back into the life of boring endless balls and her father trying to figure out which man would give him the most money for her hand in marriage. Now though... She was pulled from her wollowing by a young man jumping up on a table and shouting in an almost unintelligable cant. It took her a moment before she realized she could actually understand him. One of her first forms of rebellion had been to learn to speak it when she was twelve and could still pass as a boy. "Quit for the loudness from the lungs with the pleasing warmth," she said, pointing to him. "Get with the cooling fix, speaking for the fun."
