Day 7 has ended.
The Administrator looked at his calendar. He'd had to cancel everything due to lack of attendance. The remaining retirees were simply put in one of the common areas with a few board games and the hope that they could keep themselves out of trouble.
He had little reassurance that that would end up being the case.
Entering the room he found the retirees all seated, but apparently asleep. He nudged them one by one, asking them if they wanted to go to their rooms to actually take a nap. Most declined, saying "I was just resting my eyes and thinking about oatmeal," but Splinter decided he wanted to head to bed. Motioning for a staff member, the Administrator watched Splinter get taken back to his room.
He finally came upon TheWorthyEdge and poked him like the others. No movement. He poked him again. The stench of soiled undergarments suddenly became very, very potent. He pressed his fingers to TheWorthyEdge's neck and waited, hoping for a pulse.
No luck.
He asked the rest of the retirees, "does anyone know what happened?"
"He's fucking old, you idiot."
"...Ah."
TheWorthyEdge has died!
TheWorthyEdge said:
Good morning to another wonderful day at Lynchwood Acres!
It appears you are...Kyanrute, and you are an Ordinary Resident. That means that while do not have any special abilities, your vote counts just as much as that know-it-all Sorian down the hall! You are aligned with The Retirees (TOWN).
We've got all sorts of activities planned for you today, so I hope you can attend! I've heard rumblings that some of the staff have been getting a little...disgruntled as of late and have been taking out their frustrations on the poor, poor retirees. If you could help us figure out which ones, I'd appreciate it!
You win when all threats to The Retirees have been eliminated.
Good luck!
As he wheeled TWE over to the fireplace for disposal, he heard a loud scream, followed by the sound of raucous laughter. Franconp came out from the hallway, covered in a red, gooey substance, holding a large knife.
"I've got bad blood all over myself!" he cried.
Splinter has died!
Splinter said:
Good morning to another wonderful day at Lynchwood Acres!
It appears you are...Never Forever, and you are a QVC Addict, or to put it another way, a Jack-of-all-Trades. Oh, QVC. You love it. Can't get enough of it. Anything that has Taylor Swift's glorious visage on it, you have to have. Is it an obsession? Probably. Is it healthy? Debatable. Do you care? Hell no.
You have three Taylor-Swift themed items available at your disposal, and you may use any one of them during the night, one-time each.
Taylor Swift-themed KEYCHAIN - Roleblocks a player during the night
Taylor Swift-themed DEFIBRILLATOR - Protects a player during the night
Taylor Swift-themed HEARING AID - Determine the alignment of a player during the night
Using one of the above commands, PM the moderator with <command>: <player> to use one item during the night phase.
You can also vote! Hooray!
You are aligned with The Retirees (TOWN).
You win when all threats to The Retirees have been eliminated.
Good luck!
(yes, that was the night action, since there was nothing Town could have done to stop it)
Scum has won! Congrats to Kawl_USC, franconp, Gorlak, Blargonaut, and WhereAreMahDragonz!