... So, I overheard that there are people voting for me tonight? Just because I prefer to stay in my room doesn't mean anything- Whoever is over-analyzing should stop...

I have too much responsibility to risk dying here. I've fought it off this long.

[Kiri looks like he hasn't slept at all since the last vote--pale and unhappy, with circles like bruises under his eyes.]

Has anyone found any...clothes lying around? [He asks it quietly, staring at the floor.] A white hood, or...or a pink sash or anything like that?

Who to vote for today?

Hm...Iceland.

I wonder if it is possible to kill a country. This would be interesting. [Lets out a spooky laugh. She seems to enjoying this...too much]

[Once again, she closes herself into her case.]

House, was that entertaining for you?

( Doll-House. )

[Topher has finally woken up]

Man... if people have repeatedly confirmed themselves as innocent, why do we even have to cast our votes in such random directions? There's clearly only one traitor among us, so if we just think back to those who are innocent, such as my genius self, we should be able to have a very, very short list of maybes, if not one person of "No duh".

[He sees himself in a mirror] Yikes... I could really use a shower. Maybe I'll tail ninja girl to the pool, then this'll all wash off and she can't hide her not-really-hot-chickness and I get into a win-win situation with myself.

[Apparently the Doctor had missed the entire meeting before the poll ended. What has he been up to during all this time? The TARDIS is what he's been focusing his time on.]

[He fully knows it is functional, and he's been testing for several hours...]

[The TARDIS is somehow missing from the bedroom it has originally showed up in when the Doctor arrived. However, it is now relocated at a new location within the House.]

[The Doctor is rather excited about this discovery. He rushes out of the TARDIS's door to shout in joy! His excitement can be heard from others nearby... But wait, where did he end up? Apparently in a large lounge room. There were plenty of seats lined up in rows in front of a large blank screen, and a movie projector at the other side of the room. The House has an indoor movie theatre? How very nice.]

[The TARDIS happens to be relocated at the very corner of that room.]

[Anyone who happens to be near and has heard him can find him and his TARDIS at the indoor theatre.]

[He was holding her hand when the bells rang, sitting on the sofa amongst everyone else in the meeting room with his head bowed. Sooner or later he was going to have to admit to her that he was playing, but the writing and the choosing while she slept was leaving him so numb with guilt that he hardly cared anymore. He wasn't the traitor, and Ellie was one random vote safer every time he wrote in another name instead, and they would get out of here soon, and that was what mattered.]

[He is holding her hand, and then suddenly...he isn't.]

El?

[Kiri glances up, startled, and leaps to his feet to turn around. No Elraine. He keeps turning for a moment, looking right and left, as confused as a puppy wondering why its own tail stays out of reach...then falters to a stop.]

Ellie... [She's gone. Kiri Luchile's heart starts to hammer wildly.] Ellie! El, where are you? [He rushes to the door and looks out into the hallway. No Elraine. A knot of panic tightens around his throat. She's gone, she's gone and he has seconds to find her or she'll vanish into the grip of Troy forever--no!]

[He runs back across the room, slamming doors open, pushing people out of his way, looking behind furniture and wall hangings.] El, come on, this isn't funny! Ellie!

[ At the first toll, nothing happens. Still, the second, then the third, fourth, and on.

Will there be deaths tonight?

Then, as the final bell tolls, Kiri Luchile's hand will feel somewhat more chill, and if anyone was looking, they'd find that the silent cape and cowl were missing from a shadowy corner.

SISTER ELRAINE FIGARETTE and ALTAIR IBN-LA'AHAD are both gone. Look around the entire house, try to find them? There isn't so much as a shred of evidence that they were ever here, save for those who remember them.

Two more names appear in that bright red ink on the next blank page of everyone's little book, surrounded by those still in solid black. ]

( Your list, players. )

[ The fifth round is complete, and you have lost two of your number. ]

[ ooc: dead players please click [ here ]. the next poll will end at 11:59 Thursday, December 10th ]

[Yuffie pokes her head into the living room. Her expression is a strange mixture of weariness, restless energy, and stubborn determination to stay cheerful.]

So, I couldn't help hearing you guys picked another person to kill off. 'Cause I guess that Konata girl and freaky blondie what's-her-face didn't work, so let's keep going, right? If at first you don't succeed, break some more eggs and count again?

[She sticks her tongue out in disgust at the whole idea.] I, on the other hand, am not a crazy person on the lookout for a scapechocobo to have for dinner or something, so I am going to go do stuff.

[She takes an impulsive breath--she's always kinda wanted to do this, never gotten around to doing it, and if she doesn't go for it now, what if she never gets the chance? This is a time to live dangerously if there ever was one.]

Anybody wanna go skinnydipping?

[ Every resident of the House will find, on the tables by their beds, stout little vases full of cheery, yellow flowers -- Selenias, to be quite specific! The scent wafts gently through the house, given the sheer quantity of flowers present. Hopefully, nobody in the House has any allergies...! ]

[since the recent murder, Estelle has been a little down. she's been trying to get the gusto up to make some more book-graves, but she's not quite sure if she can truly do the dead justice with them. she will eventually do them, but it takes time and a lot of thought, so...]

[but who would do something like that? it seems as if people dying as quickly as they had been dying isn't quite enough for some. and while she usually does her very best to make everybody happy... she won't die for that. she can't.]

[her journey is not yet over. she must continue, and she must win this game.]

[...which means that she has to keep writing names down. it's just so difficult, but at least Guy's reassuring presence is enough to help her go on.]

[anyway, she's heard that the gathering is tonight, so she's sitting in the common room, the booklet in her hand, waiting nervously for people to arrive...]

Ah... it seems as if it's almost a half an hour to midnight. Weren't we all supposed to meet here?


[[ooc: Figured (since Rossiu's mun is likely to be asleep at the moment) that I'd post the gathering post. Feel free to post to this meeting after the poll, or just whenever]]

I would like everyone to gather in the common area half an hour before midnight. I intend to take a census of who's present, so please spread the word. If you still refuse to give your name then I can't force you, but I believe withholding information at this stage would be foolish. Regardless, your presence will still be required.


[OOC; He's announcing this in public areas, and telling anyone he sees. Feel free to set a context in your comment if you decide to reply (i.e. 'in the kitchen/hallway/whatever). Also, this is him throwing out orders, not me - your characters can do whatever they want! ;;]

Man... the mood here has taken a turn for the worse since the poor girl died, huh... kinda makes me sleepy.

[Lavi moves to a couch and falls asleep]

Striiiiike... haaaaaah... Striiiiiiike...

(OOC: He's a medium sleeper, so if you think you can get away with something without waking him up...)

We have not gotten rid of the traitors. Still one left, presumeably. I suppose it's time to move on to those who haven't been socializing much and been rather inactive. After all, I suppose they have something to hide.

[sighs]

I'm so bored.

[hai, have a really scared sounding noble gynophobe.]

Can... can someone help me?

My roommate--

Someone's killed her. It was after the vote, sometime in the middle of the night. Was I asleep during the whole damn thing...?

[There's a pause.]

I can't touch her. I don't even think I can go anywhere near her. Could someone help?

... I've come all this way, but I'm still this damn pathetic.

[Whenever Guy wakes up, he's going to be for a shock. Yui is dead, with a line of blood dripping from the wound down her face.]

[Saya's currently in one of the living rooms, sitting on the couch with her knees drawn up to her chest and arms around her legs. Her book's beside her, closed, and she looks quite a bit like a lonely child.]

...I want to go home.

[Van looks over the dolls with mild disgust before turning away.]

Still only one left at the least...

[Pause.] House, might I make a simple request?

[Lavi has found Kakisu's doll] Uh... Toujirou Kakisu? Man... we keep losing the nice levelheaded people. [Lavi rotates the top of the doll 180 degrees, carefully -not- opening it, and doodles a mustachs and a few stars on the face] Hmmm... guess he shouldn't have turned into a doll here. I should go tell everyone how amusing he looks!