[Advanced] French Revolution Mafia - Day 3

[Krakalakachkn]

FTR, you're the one driving that link.

[nervositee]

Why are you defending him so hard?

Good luck unlinking yourself after I flip town.

I have to drive now. Out

Why would I need to unlink myself? I already said I have a null-read on him, and the only thing linking us is your desperate tries to do so. Desperatly trying to use his apathy/coyness as a defense for yourself, even though it only shows that

 

A) ishy is apathetic to the game, and coy

B) you don't have squat to actually say to your own defense when the tide is turning, so you make a last attempt at diverting attention from yourself to the one player that both has some heat and you know wont be bothered to put up a fight. I won't even rule out he'd agree to let you bus him in the QT, but that is pure guesswork at this point ;)

[Krakalakachkn]

Krak, I don't try to figure out the whole scum team by day two. I find all three of them scummy, and today's flip, whatever and whoever that is, will give us more to go on.

 

?

 

  

And as for my switch of votes looking like I cleared Turin  - don't assume.

 

A less ambiguous set of posts and reads would help. It's not on me or anyone else, it's on you.

[LilyElizabeth]

Vos, it all looks like chainsaw defense of Ishy to.me. do you not find it odd that he refuses to answer questions about his flip flop on Lily? He sits back hoping all the heat goes away with me. You paint me as emo, which is as far from true as possible.

 

Lily, what will you learn when I flip town?

 

Where did I say you were an info lynch? I don't believe you will flip town. 

[Krakalakachkn]

So yeah, just under 3 hours.

[Alanna]

Unvote, vote Turin.

 

For consolidation, if it needs to be said.

[Graendals favourite]

Ok, I'm looking

[Graendals favourite]

Yea, not just my looks, unvote vote Turin

[Hallia]

That's the oddest hammer ever O.o

[LilyElizabeth]

I'm making a note that GF came in with a late hammer both days so far, and not much else. 

[Hallia]

Also what he wrote, not sure what he means by that.

[Graendals favourite]

I inadvertently noted that I'm looking ok.

[Krakalakachkn]

lol

[Hallia]

Fair enough.

[keyholder21]

Official Vote Count:

Hallia (1) - Pral
Ishy (1) - Turin
Turin (6) - Vos, Ishy, Krak, Lily, Alanna, GF

Not Voting (2) -Thorum, Hallia,

That's a lynch!

Scene Incoming.

[nervositee]

That's the oddest hammer ever O.o

 

 

I'm making a note that GF came in with a late hammer both days so far, and not much else. 

 

 

And a note that Hally stands as "not voting", being absent towards the deadline, but swoops in 10 min after GF hammers. 

[keyholder21]

He was tired.  So tired of the constant fighting, the mistrust, the...anger, but most of the all the hunger.  He was tired of them all blaming each other when it was really the Crown to blame.  Stuffing the heel of his bread into his inner jacket pocket, Gilbert left the relative safety of his alleyway.  There had been meetings of late, meetings where men discussed treasonous thoughts.  It was spreading through the underbelly of the city, care taken to keep it from the ears of anyone that went near the Palace.  He needed to find out where those meetings were taking place.  He felt his anger at the monarchy flame in his chest and he knew that he would go to extremes to rescue France from the imbeciles currently in charge. Absentmindedly, he licked his lips and felt a few crumbs of bread left in one corner of his mouth.  Hastily he scrubbed at his mouth.  Any evidence of food was dangerous in these times.  People liked to think they were good, but hunger pangs in your belly were persuasive.

 

Gilbert rounded the corner, working his way to the 'establishment'.  It was a city square of sorts.  Gossipmongers gathered here, attempting to share information for scraps of food.  As if anyone had anything to spare.  Still, there was generally a small crowd.  It might be that they knew something; news had to travel somehow. 

 

His eyes focused on the square ahead, he could not see the set of people creeping behind him.  He was unaware that his gesture to remove the crumbs from his mouth had been spotted and read correctly.  The woman at the head of the group motioned to the others and they spread out, encircling him with a speed that seemed near supernatural.  He tried to read their eyes, but they all had that glazed look of hunger - whether for food or his death he did not know.  He slowly raised his arms, in a peaceful gesture.  The movement dislodged the inside pocket and his face fell along with the heel.  He reached down, intending to lift the heel and offer it to the group. 

 

He received a knife in his throat for his trouble.

 

Turin, Gilbert Momoro, vanilla town has been lynched.

 

It is now Night.

 

Night deadline: http://www.timeanddate.com/countdown/generic?p0=70&iso=20140115T2150 or sooner if all actions are received.

[Graendals favourite]

I've made sure I won't be killed.

[Graendals favourite]

Went all silent, I did not expect that.

[Graendals favourite]

It simply isn't in the mafia's interest to kill me, if there's any chance I might choose mafia.

[Krakalakachkn]

I'm making a note that GF came in with a late hammer both days so far, and not much else. 

 

Does that tell you anything about GF?

 

That's the oddest hammer ever O.o

 

Where were you?

[Turin Turambar]

Whatever is French for BAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

oh BTW, great scene Key...

[Krakalakachkn]

Where is everyone?

 

 

 

 

 

@Lily - if anything, the two hammers tells us GF is likely town.

[LilyElizabeth]

I'd really like to see more content from him. Other than the hammers, he hasn't done much. 

[John E. Kelley]

*steals Lily's bread*

 

*cackles*

 

Mah bread.