It was a beautiful day out on the beach. The majority of the beach was packed to the gills with vacationers. However, a small section of the beach was reserved for guests, and staff, of the hotel “Evening Palm Tree”.
Aside from the luxury of having a space reserved for them the guests of the “Evening Palm Tree” also had a complimentary breakfast bar out by the exit of the beach. Though if free food isn’t interesting there were a variety of restaurants across the street from the hotel. There is a gated pool on the opposite side of the hotel. There was a Surfing/swimming instructor’s hut near the high tide mark on the beach. There was a small office where the entire beaches security resides in the parking lot. And lastly there was the sand dunes that separated the hotel from the beach itself.
While in previous weeks the beach was bustling today it seemed nearly deserted. This was likely due to all the odd incidents that have been occurring the past couple weeks. At least a dozen guests of the Evening Palm Tree have ended up in bad accidents that left them hospitalized. Then there were other incidents where seemingly benign individuals had been banned from going to the beach by beach security for unknown reasons. Many of the guests got bad vibes from all these incidents. Resulting in many of the remaining guests leaving, or otherwise avoiding the beach directly outside the hotel.
Today there are only about a dozen left on the beach outside of the Evening Palm Tree hotel. The ones left were making light of their position, or were perhaps even interested at seeing what would happen next.
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Rocco Taco was out probing the sands with his metal detector. He was hoping to find something spectacular to take home as a keepsake.
Fable and
Tsaenoa were out by the breakfast bar sharing sketches of the beachscape they had made yesterday. Fable had taken full advantage of this trip to sharpen their art skills. Tsaenoa himself was relieved to be away from the city, the switch from his world to this modern one had left him emotionally exhausted.
Air wolf sat off to the side, half heartily eating brunt pancakes. He wanted to go to an actual restaurant, yet at the same time, really didn’t want to spend his funds.
Kyle sat looking out at the ocean. His gaze unwavering. Despite his relaxed composure it was clear that he was thinking deeply.
Marble Shmarble, and
Max stand by the Surfing instructor’s hut. Both were new to the sport and wanted to get somebody who knew what they were doing to help them out. Off in the distance Marble spotted
Fulvius Andrzej a professional surfer. Marble waves Fulvius over. Unfortunately Fulvius had already started paddling out into the ocean with his surf board, and missed Marble. Once Fulvius is in the zone there is no interrupting him.
Michen Was off by themselves setting up an umbrella and chair. Michen intended to read their favorite comic series all the way through in one sitting.
Lastly there was
White Mage setting up his towel, and Umbrella. He lays down and falls asleep.
Many hours later White mage was found unconscious on the beach, with a nasty bruise on his forehead a bad sun burn. He was promptly carted away to the hospital. Upon reawakening He displayed symptoms of a heat stroke and decided that once he got out of the hospital it’d be best if he left for home.
Hello, White Mage, you are a Regular Tourist, (Vanilla townie).
Abilities:
-During the day phase, you may use your vote and voice to lead town to victory.
Win Condition:
You win when all threats have been eliminated and there is at least one town-aligned player alive.
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Everybody on the beach had gathered together. One of them spoke up, “Listen, I saw White Mage setting up an umbrella when he came here this morning. When he was found there was no umbrella to be seen. Then there was the bruise on his forehead. White Mage obviously didn't knock himself out. Somebody had to have purposely bopped him over the head, and taken the umbrella away... One of us…” There was a pause.
“Are you sure?” another voice says, "why would one of us do this?"
“Yes, I know its sounds dumb at first glance but...” the original voice continued, “ Look at all the change accidents that has been happening to every one. I don’t think all these accidents, are actually accidents. Its all just too frequent, too unlikely, for it all to be by chance. I think somebody is intentionally trying to get rid of the people visiting the beach.”
There was silence, then slowly but surely, everybody began muttering in agreement. “We need to get to the bottom of this!” “I won’t let my vacation be ruined!” “There really is something going on here!” “I bet the saboteurs are why the reason the free food is so bad!” “I should have known something was off here” Each comment was followed with a chorus of “Yeah's'”, Yes’es”, and mummers of agreement.
Soon eyes looked around with a new suspicion towards their fellow vacationers. Everybody wondered… “Who is doing this?”
Post Merge: January 02, 2017, 01:34:13 AM
Vote Count 1.0-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/-
None Voted
Not voting (9) – Fable, Michen, Kyle, Marble Schmarble, Fulvius Andrzej, Air Wolf, Max, Rocco Taco, Tsaenoa
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With
nine players alive, it takes
five votes to lynch.
Deadline for Day One is the
8th of January, which is
SEVEN days from now.
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