Thread: Circus: Mafia - Over by Christmas Board: Limbo / Ship of Fools.
To visit this thread, use this URL:
http://forum.ship-of-fools.com/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic;f=11;t=000799
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Continuing the tradition of historically-themed Mafia games, it's time I ran one.
For those who haven't played before, the rules for the last game can be found in this post. The rules for this game will be substantially similar - although the roles in play will be different and will be decided when I know how many people are playing.
Mafia - Over by Christmas
Hotel Des Ramparts
Ypres
Belgium
April 1917
Spring in Flanders, and once again the Allied High Command plans the next major offensive which will win the war. This time, the focus is on the fiercely contested Belgian town of Ypres.
After three years of conflict, not even the dullest and most hide-bound of Field Marshalls can imagine that victory will come easily, and therefore the distinguished British officer, General Sir Herbert Zurcon, has been sent to Flanders to prepare a definitive report on the sector, and submit his proposed plan for the forthcoming battle. Sir Herbert has set about his work with characteristic ability and enthusiasm, but unfortunately for the Allies, a group of conspirators has learned of his mission and is determined to see that neither he, nor anyone in whom he may have confided, should live to deliver his recommendations.
The player characters are the soldiers and civilians attending meetings with General Zurcon in the Hotel Des Ramparts close to the frontline at Ypres, or who are otherwise hanging around in the area for reasons best known to themselves. They can come from any of the belligerent powers (which at this point includes much of the world) or be volunteers or interlopers from any non-belligerent. Military and civilian characters are both encouraged - General Zurcon wants to have as wide a range of experience and opinion as possible before crafting his scheme to end the war.
Please sign up here - I'll allow at least a week for players to register, and then define and assign everyone's roles. I'm intending to have a few more, but much weaker, specials than we have previously, which I'll sort out when I know how many players we have.
I would prefer players to decide character names and backgrounds only after they know their role, but the SoF-Mafia convention of choosing these on sign-up is too firmly established for me to overturn. You may therefore either define your character now, or simply sign in and introduce yourself later, at your discretion.
The game title, is, of course, hopelessly optimistic. We will be taking a break for the Christmas period when we get to that stage.
[ 03. May 2011, 13:37: Message edited by: Chorister ]
Posted by la vie en rouge (# 10688) on
:
The Red Cat Goddess is back in the fray as a normal player
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Hooray! Mafia!
I'm definitely in. I've never understood about deciding public persona only after knowing role: wouldn't you worry that you might give away something about your role in your persona?
All the same, I don't know who I want to be yet.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Autenrieth Road:
I've never understood about deciding public persona only after knowing role: wouldn't you worry that you might give away something about your role in your persona?
Yes - that's why I do it. Everything IC on the thread should be a potential clue.
But mine is the minority view. No one is bound by it here.
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Eliab:
Everything IC on the thread should be a potential clue.
Sorry to be dense, but what does IC mean? Is it a simple homophone?
And I'm in for the game.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
IC = In Character
OOC = Out Of Character
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
I'm in for another game and happy to wait until I know my role to pick a character. Though, you'll all have to work out whether I'm odd-bluffing or even-bluffing...
Posted by CuppaT (# 10523) on
:
Me, too.
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Imaginary Friend:
quote:
Originally posted by Eliab:
Everything IC on the thread should be a potential clue.
Sorry to be dense, but what does IC mean? Is it a simple homophone?
And I'm in for the game.
Wot AR sed... though it's also true that everything icky should be a potential clue. No superfluous ick, please.
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
Ah, thanks. I like the idea too, so I shall wait until I know who I am before I decide who I am (if you see what I mean!)
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
I'd like to join, too.
Will I get killed immediately if I take a German character?
Posted by Dafyd (# 5549) on
:
I'm in.
Posted by JFH (# 14794) on
:
If people with less than 50 posts (but some lurking experience) are allowed to join, I'm in. I have some experience of Mafia and followed the previous thread intensely.
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
JFH (and anyone else lurking), you are very welcome! The more the merrier.
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
I'd like to join too
Posted by Pax Romana (# 4653) on
:
I want to play, too.
Pax Romana
Posted by Antisocial Alto (# 13810) on
:
May I play? (I'm a total n00b at this.)
Posted by Wet Kipper (# 1654) on
:
I'll not join in this time, but will watch
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
More holiday fun? Yay!
All I will say is that this time I bags running the local bar; but I'll wait to decide whether my character is military or civilian, male or female.
Cheers!
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Bar? Is that competition for the Smudgeson Tea Room?
Posted by leonato (# 5124) on
:
Great another game!
Count me in.
Posted by AristonAstuanax (# 10894) on
:
Hm . . . you know, I would almost play Lt. Madoc's (presumably future) superior officer—but we all know he survives this little run-in with the assassins.
I'm in.
Posted by la vie en rouge (# 10688) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Autenrieth Road:
Bar? Is that competition for the Smudgeson Tea Room?
I know, I was also planning to open the Red Cat Café. Guess I'll have to think of something else now (sulks)
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Hmm...the Folies Bergere Belgique perhaps? Or the Red Windmill of Wipers might keep the troops a bit happier...
Posted by Hennah (# 9541) on
:
Can I play? I've followed the other games with amusement but never actually joined in.
Hen
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Awesome, we're up to 15 players. Come on in; the more, the merrier!
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
I said I'd give it a week, but we have enough players signed up for a game now, and no one new joined yesterday. So I'll start assigning roles soon.
Anyone lurking - this is your final recruitment call. Join up, your country needs you.
Posted by Amorya (# 2652) on
:
Go on then. I've been trying to decide how much time I have, but since I was just lynched in the other game I was playing (and was a simple villager, damnit!), I guess I should be OK
Amorya
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Ooh, a role! A bright shiny new role! Three cheers! Is it here yet?
(Bounces up and down excitedly.)
Posted by AristonAstuanax (# 10894) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Autenrieth Road:
Ooh, a role! A bright shiny new role! Three cheers! Is it here yet?
quote:
From: Eliab
Your role is: First To Die.
Sorry; either you get lynched on the first day, or you get taken out as soon as it's dark. Sucks to be you!
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
OK, I've cleared a chunk of space in my PM box for gaming business (so anyone out there who was expecting a reply from me to one, well, you aren't going to get one now) and we're good to go. PMs with roles will follow as flood control permits.
The Rules
The structure will work like this:
1. Morning. The public results of any night actions, and the roles of any newly deceased characters, are revealed.
2. Prosecution. All players have 24 hours to nominate someone they think guilty. A player may nominate one character only. There is no limit to the number of players who may nominate. Nominations cannot be retracted.
3. Defence. After nominations close, there will be an opportunity for the accused to answer. I will close the defence phase if (a) all the accused have explicitly rested their cases; (b) discussion seems to me to be at an end; (c) I judge sufficient time to have elapsed. Assume a minimum of 24 hours. No new nominations are allowed in this phase.
4. Voting. Voting is compulsory and an absolute majority is required to lynch a character. Further discussion is permitted during voting, but votes once cast are irrevocable.
5. Lynching. One unlucky character may be lynched. That player may post a death scene.
6. Evening. The roles of any characters who have died since morning are revealed.
7. Night. All characters with night actions should PM me – a character may take only one night action even if they have multiple roles. Discussion is allowed during the night, but if you receive a PM from me telling you that you are dead, then please stop talking. You may post a death scene if you wish.
8. Dead characters: as soon as you are dead you may no longer communicate in any way about any information you may have in any post or speculate about the role of any other character (unless explicitly permitted to do so).
9. Discussions. You should only discuss matter by PM or e-mail (or otherwise than on this thread) if your role explicitly allows this.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
The Roles
The following main roles are in play:
Conspirator The conspirators oppose the Allied scheme for yet another summer offensive in Flanders. This (it may surprise you to learn) makes them the bad guys. Between them they can murder one person each night as the killer's night action. The first PM to reach me from the conspirators will be acted upon, and the sender of it will be the killer. Conspirators may discuss the game privately amongst themselves if they wish. The conspirators win as soon as they form a majority of survivors and no possible special role activity could change that.
Traitor The traitor would be a conspirator if only he could find one of them to join up with. The traitor may investigate one person each night – if the person investigated is a conspirator, the traitor becomes one too. Until then, he counts as an ally, but cannot score an allied win. The traitor only wins if he manages to defect AND the conspirators win.
Allied soldier/civilian Everyone else is loyal to the Allied war effort - or at least will pretend to be in preference to being murdered. The allies win as soon as all the conspirators are dead.
Nurse The nurse is an allied soldier or civilian who is especially skilled in treating battlefield casualties. So you’re thinking that she can save the life of someone who is murdered, right? Wrong. This is Passchendaele. People die like flies here. What the nurse can do is target up to two other characters for treatment as a night action, and if either is killed, will make their last hours sufficiently bearable that he gets to participate in the next prosecution phase, and can freely reveal anything they know or suspect. A victim will have seen something of his killer so will always have some useful information. Then he dies, and it’s on to the next patient.
Fanatic The fanatic is an allied soldier or civilian who is a believer in some cause that is unpopular but not automatically treasonous – it could be that she’s a Bolshevik, or a pacifist, or possibly just an awkward sod. This makes her good at noticing when other people are up to no good. The fanatic can investigate one person each night and will learn whether they are a conspirator.
In addition to those, there may be any or all of the following supporting roles – each represents some field of military expertise (the expert is not required to be a military character – there are plenty of civilian armchair experts after three years of war). These supporting roles will be assigned amongst all players regardless of their other allegiances or abilities. Therefore knowing that someone is (for example) an artillery expert tells you absolutely nothing about their loyalty. They could have any of the main roles as well.
Expert: Artillery Years of proximity to very big guns has made the artillery expert a little deaf. It is impossible to have a surreptitious conversation with her. Whatever her real allegiance, she appears innocent to the fanatic and the traitor. She can identify the fanatic and the traitor if they approach her, but cannot distinguish between them.
Expert: Aviation The dashing young men of the various flying corps never go down without a fight. When the aviation expert is killed he wounds his killer (if lynched, he may choose any other player). A wounded character misses their next two night actions.
Expert: Sapper The sapper has a bomb. As a night action he may set it to explode near another character. When he is killed, it will detonate, killing the target. The sapper may move the bomb to a new target once per night (this counts as targeting both the old and the new recipient). If the sapper is killed while planting or moving the bomb, it will not explode.
Expert: Special Brigade An expert in chemical warfare – she may once in the game make a gas attack as a night action. The target is gassed. Anyone else who performs an action targeting someone who is gassed will be gassed as well. Gassed characters are killed. The nurse may treat gas casualties without danger.
Expert: Infantry The infantryman has been around long enough to develop a strong sixth sense. He will not be killed by bomb or gas attacks.
Expert: Military Police The military policeman would like to be a detective. Unfortunately, by 1917, everyone is now wise to his tricks, and will instinctively act innocent as soon whenever he’s around. As a night action he may investigate one character. He won’t find anything out, but will prevent them from taking any action of their own.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
You should now all have your roles. Feel free to introduce yourselves.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Nurse Rhoda Autenrieth trudged down the muddy street, wondering where everyone was. The weak spring sun struggled to be seen through streaks of clouds. She wasn't the head nurse, able to keep even the most badly wounded soldiers alive for an extra day of life. No, she was just an average civilian who had joined the Red Cross hoping to be of more use than sitting at home rolling bandages.
She set her cap more firmly on her head and twitched her blue cape around her against the gusting wind. Wasn't there a teashop, or maybe a bar, in this town?
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Battista Lalonde pushed back his white hair, picked up the wheelbarrow that was full of his stock in trade, and scooted it down the road to his newest place of trade. As he bumped the barrow down into the crypt of the bombed out church, he wondered how long he would be in business this time; before everything was blown to buggery once again.
He stowed the dirty bottles behind the 'bar' - a stone sarcophagus with a polished marble top on it - and then picked up the rough sign he'd made to take it outside. The front was now two or three miles down the road, though that wouldn't stop the artillery and air raids from falling regularly behind the lines. But the survival of his family meant he needed to be here. He shrugged his gallic shoulders and hung the old board with it's burnt lettering from a rusty nail in the broken wall. Batty's Bar was back in business.
Posted by JFH (# 14794) on
:
Lord Jarvis Fastolfe of Harrisford cast a look around. He was here for two reasons. First of all, he was to visit his third son, Algernon, who was supposed to be here, and secondly he was here for the chocolate, that marvellous elixir of life, that joy to be relished, that relic of the gods, and of course the one good reason to ever leave England.
Incidentally, his son was not stationed in Belgium as he had first thought, but by some strange misconceivement of his aristocratic mind he had managed to misinterpret his son's placement at the office of the military attaché in Bern for a placement as an officer at the military attached to Belgium. Might have had something to do with chocolate. Ah well, two places without history - none worse than the other, really.
The chocolate, on the other hand, was marvellous.
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
Lieutenant Hart looked around around his new station. It was good, full of all the tools he'd need to do a good job... make that a spectacular job. It wasn't quite as good as the kitchen he'd ran at the Grand Hotel before the War, but compared with three years of kp in the trenches, it was state of the art. It did strike him as typical military insularity to insist that the kitchen at these meetings had to be run by a soldier, but he wasn't going to complain if it was his ticket out the trenches. Finally, he'd be able to stuff cherry tomatoes without having to use his entrenching tool!
Posted by Dafyd (# 5549) on
:
Lt Dai Lycatell was invalided out (apart from one of his feet which was still somewhere near the German lines). He looked out the window. Another cloudy day. No luck for the fellows still in the Trenches. He left the hospital and limped down the cobbled street to the cafe. Bombed out again. However, a local seemed to be setting up a bar in the ruined church. Ah well. Dai sat down and started to compose a poem.
This war is bad.
It makes me sad.
Our generals are raving mad.
It needed work, he thought.
Posted by la vie en rouge (# 10688) on
:
Second officer Lavinia Hodge, WRNS, is at her post in the telegraph room. She’s rather surprised that she was allowed to join up after her escapades in the suffragettes, but she supposes they can’t have investigated her past too thoroughly. She rather hopes by proving her worth out here on the front line, she shall advance the cause of women once all this unpleasantness is over.
It’s been a bit slow today. She thinks about tapping out VOTES FOR WOMEN on her telegraph machine just for fun, but decides against it.
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
Lt. Hearte realized that in all the excitement, he managed to mis-spell in his name in his introductory remarks. Hearte by name, Hearte food served by nature.
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
Corporal (Jacob) Marley was disappointed that his first posting was not to the front. All his friends would be coming back from Berlin, as Heroes.
Would he be able to charm the ladies back in Blighty with his tale of standing outside a mansionette by a hedge shouting who goes there? Even the local French whores (and various apparently respectable people, typical Frogs), only wanted him to let them through to their commissioned assignations. He sulked and continued his smoke.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Palm Sunday, and a bar was open. April Fool's Day, too. She had thought the bar sign might be a joke, but no, when she descended the broken steps the crypt was already half full of men, and completely full of cigarette smoke. She walked up to the barcophagus. "What have you got?"
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Battista looked up with a broad grin and sized up his new customer. Several of the tommies were already on their feet and elbowing each other and two of the diggers had instantly appeared on each side of the nurse. "Geez, it's a sheila!" said one of them. "On her own!" said the other.
Batty sometimes wondered at the intelligence level of these Australians. "Mademoiselle," he whispered. "Do not be alarmed. They are like leetle puppies and will not 'arm you. Per'aps you would like some wine?"
He pulled out a dusty bottle and one of his five unbroken wine glasses. The troops all knew to bring their own pannikins with them for a drink; but he did have a few decent drinking receptacles left. He also had a few special bottles put aside, in hope of being able to celebrate the end of this bloody war. But he was the only one who knew where they were stashed. He ran his hand gently along the stone slab. "Unless, of course you would care for some of the local cider, Mam'selle?"
Posted by leonato (# 5124) on
:
Conte Leo di Leonato, a Major in the Italian tank corps was disappointed to be in Belgium. Italy had already changed sides once in the war and he couldn't really understand why they were now in Belgium where the weather was terrible and the food even worse.
But at least he had little tank, which could go very fast, in reverse, when it wasn't broken down, and if things went well the war could be over soon.
Trying to look on the bright side, he hums an aria from Aida to cheer himself up.
Posted by Dafyd (# 5549) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Eliab:
The fanatic can investigate one person each night and will learn whether they are a conspirator.
Question, asked in public because we may want to base collective decisions on the answer:
a) if the fanatic investigates the traitor after the traitor has defected, does the fanatic identify him or her as a conspirator?
b) if the fanatic investigates the traitor before the traitor has defected, does the fanatic identify him or her as a conspirator?
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Dafyd:
a) if the fanatic investigates the traitor after the traitor has defected, does the fanatic identify him or her as a conspirator?
Yes. The traitor becomes a conspirator for all purposes after defection.
quote:
b) if the fanatic investigates the traitor before the traitor has defected, does the fanatic identify him or her as a conspirator?
No. The fanatic only identifies conspirators, and the traitor isn't one until defection.
Posted by Hennah (# 9541) on
:
17-year-old Agnés Machant scratched another mark in the tree with a rusty nail. The rope swing that used to hang in the tree had been reduced to a raggedy knot of threads on a bough. Agnés could remember her father putting the swing up in '06, she and her brother would spend hours on it.
She wondered idly where her family were now. The farm had long since ceased proper function and she was doing her best to keep the few remaining chickens contained in the dirty yard. Food was becoming more and more scarce, and were it not for the kindness of some of the older members of the village she is sure she would have starved long ago. She worries what will become of her - the attentions of some of the English soldiers stationed nearby have been most unwelcome, although (so far) they have only amounted to catcalls and a few shouted remarks which, although she speaks no English, the content of which is made perfectly clear by lurid gesture.
Agnés decides that she cannot remain waiting for something to happen. She has thought about lying about her age and joining the nursing corps, but she never did have a particularly strong stomach. She decides that there must be something happening down at the old Hotel as she's seen some important-looking figures coming and going when she's been out foraging for food and information. She resolves to head there to find out.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Dusk. General Sir Herbert Zurcon stands at the edge of the Menin road and surveys what he can of the front lines through field glasses, doing his best to ignore the unseemly carousing and indiscipline of the soldiers and staff around him. He makes a mental note to order a series of company-strength trench raids to keep the men’s morale up. And if the attacks are made mainly with the battalions overdue to be rotated out of the line, the casualties taken will not even reduce the fighting strength for the summer offensive.
As he studies the ground, the general’s smile gives way to a pensive frown. That he can take the enemy front line is not in doubt. A massed attacked behind a creeping barrage will do the job, as it always does. The only question about that is how many thousands of men will die doing it, and, crucially, whether the German casualties will exceed that number. But that will only be the first phase of the battle – victory will depend on repelling the inevitable counter-attack, and that means getting the second wave – with engineers, infantry, mortars and machine guns up to the forward positions quickly. Quickly, through the Belgian mud and poison gas, and past the strongpoints and hold-outs that the artillery were not able to reduce. That’s the problem, and that’s what Sir Herbert is here to solve.
Tanks. That’s the key. Lots of tanks. But where? Use them to spearhead the infantry assault, and so get the first wave into the German trenches? Or deploy them against the likely strongpoints and screen the second wave as it consolidates the gains? A hard, hard choice...
...The short screech of a whizz-bang breaks in on the general’s thoughts, and a member of his staff blinks in alarm and rushes forward to tell his commander to take cover. Then the explosion hits the man with full force, sending up a clattering rain of metal and loose cobbles.
Sir Herbert looks down with distaste at the mess of mud and subaltern’s brains that spatter his newly-issued boots, gum, thigh, and he feels a quite irrational irritation at the man for interrupting his chain of thought. What was his name? Rawlins? Rawson? Australian chap, anyway.
That’s it, by God! Anzacs! Or Canadians, in a pinch. Spry, plucky blighters, the lot of them. A brigade of Anzacs would be ideal. They can be told off to assault the likely pockets of resistance, and save the tanks to open up the weak spots. Excellent – and it saves the second line the sight of knocked out British tanks, which is never good for morale. Soldiers are often squeamish about being told to assail a position that has already repulsed a tank attack, but a few more infantry corpses never upset anyone. By Jove, he’d have to commend young Rawkinson for that one!
A plan forming in his august military mind, General Zurcon orders his driver to take him back to the Hotel des Ramparts for a peaceful night’s sleep.
[ 09. December 2010, 10:34: Message edited by: Eliab ]
Posted by JFH (# 14794) on
:
Lord Fastolfe of Harrisford is nearly run over by some madman in an automobile. Who the Turk might that have been? He seemed to be wearing a general's uniform, but had the unmistakable chin of a groundling. The lower classes were entering all sorts of positions these days, and even demanded the right to power! As if power was something abstrct, that could be divided into portions, nay, rations! The only rational was of course to trust that power belongs with leadership - and no man born of woman could lead better than a nobleman, a true English nobleman. Good Lord, some of these parvenus didn't even have a century of English blood in them, not even Scottish! They wouldn't even be able to tell the difference between Belgian and Dutch chocolate! Speaking of which, Fastolfe thought to himself, I wonder if they serve a decent hot chocolate at that facility down the road, "Battered's"...?
[ 09. December 2010, 11:15: Message edited by: JFH ]
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
Sgt Harry Bournemouth lumbered his way into the bar. Pulling his infantry issued metal cup from his pocket, he rasped "whisky, now" and waited for something to happen. Nothing did. "Fine, some of your grape piss then if that's all you've got". By now, the rest of the room had become quiet and even the Australians were staring. Harry was distinctive: He had been in Ypres in 1915 when the Germans had attacked Bellewaarde with chlorine gas and while his unit had sustained heavy casualties, Harry had initiated a counter-attack which had held the German advance up for a couple of hours. But the gas had caused his lungs irreparable damage, and he was evacuated during the retreat and sent home to England to convalesce. But now he was back: not fit for front line duties, but he had wangled a job in the Army Ordnance Corps arranging the supply of munitions to the front.
The barman tentatively poured a half-cup of wine. Harry was a well-known drunk and it was clear that he'd managed to scavenge something illicit before he came to the bar. "What the fuck are those Aussie pricks doing here?" he asked rhetorically before downing the wine in one gulp. "They weren't giving you any hassle were they, love?" A nurse was stood near to where Harry had landed. "If they start getting on your tits then let me know and I'll make sure they don't do it again." With that, Harry's lungs decided that they had made enough effort and sent him into a convulsion of thick-sounding coughing. By the time he recovered, someone had put the phonograph on and the background noise had relieved the tension.
After another 15 half cups of wine, a promise to the bartender that he would make good on his tab by the end of the week, and an attempt to start a fight with the Australians, Harry staggered out of the bar and back to his billet to sleep off the effects of his evening's entertainment.
Posted by la vie en rouge (# 10688) on
:
TOP SECRET STOP GENERAL ZURCON PLANNING NEW OFFENSIVE STOP ANZACS PLANNED IN FRONT LINE STOP ALL UNITS TO BE MADE BATTLE READY FOR IMMINENT ATTACK STOP
Lavinia finishes tapping out her telegram and wonders how many are going to die this time.
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
Le colonel Sylvain de la Botte Trouée was tired. The task of liaising with the British command in Belgium (apparently consisting entirely of lieutenants) was tedious to the utmost. To begin with they weren't civilised, i.e. spoke no French. How can one come fight a war anywhere without first learning the language? This meant he was unable to understand what they were saying. When they made an effort for him, they babbled: „We avons nouveau plan splendid! We bombardons l'ennemi pour 12 heures et ensuite l'infantrie promène à l'attaque très slowly! Voilà!“
Sylvain opened his little vocabulary book and jotted: „new plan“ = „déjà vu“.
Even worse was the fact that the local girls spoke only Flemish which hampered his favourite tactic of enacting the sensitive poète maudit in uniform.
Still he was happy to support any bally new plan so long as it did not involve him walking anywhere. Least of all near the front. Thus, being among British commanding officers was most reassuring.
Posted by Antisocial Alto (# 13810) on
:
Lt. Alice Adler, Signal Corps, USA, paused outside the church/bar. She had never tasted a drop of alcohol- her family were strict Methodists- but she wanted company, and the sight of a nurse at the bar emboldened her.
Alice felt a long way from her home in rural Illinois. Her father, president of the Farmers' Savings and Loan in her small town, had encouraged her to take French and piano lessons in order to compete with the more cosmopolitan girls on the marriage market. Little had he realized that becoming fluent in French would allow Alice to enlist in the bilingual "Hello Girls".
At a loose end after college, and rapidly approaching irretrievable spinsterhood, Alice had decided that Paris, France was a better place to find adventure than Paris, Illinois. But her unit had been posted to provide telephone communication to the troops in rural Belgium. She was surrounded once again by flat farmland.
Alice stepped shyly into the bar, avoiding the glances of the rough-looking soldiers, and murmured to the barman "Je voudrais un verre de lait, s'il vous plait."
[Sorry for taking so long to post this. Real life intervened.]
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Very few things surprised Battista Lelonde any more; but even he winced at the 'French' of the girl in front of him. He sighed, and replied in English.
"I can get you a glass of milk, but trust me; you would be safer wiz ze wine! May I suggest you take a seat wiz ze other girl, and one of my nieces will serve you soon."
Batty always had a 'niece' or two helping out. None of them were related to him, of course; but he knew they would be safer with him than at the mercy of the military outside. He was an old softie at heart; but a shrewd one. The girls were like tumbleweed. They stayed for a while; were useful for bringing more men to his establishment, getting to know the militia from every land and giving him black market contacts. Strictly speaking, men in uniform were not allowed to congregate except with their own class and country.
But Batty's Bar provided a meeting place for all those who knew how to avoid the rules. True, it was raided regularly, but his network always gave him notice, and he knew who to pay off. He also knew where to find just about anything that anyone wanted; provided it wasn't blown to bits first.
"Agnes!" he called; "Please to bring some fresh milk to ze table of ladies over there; and refill ze glass of ze chaplain who is so busy writing letters in ze corner."
Posted by CuppaT (# 10523) on
:
Burt was a 2nd Lieutenant and liked the army. He was only 24 and joined up to see the world. He was seeing things and meeting people he never thought he would. He sat with the others at Batty's and watched the girls.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
General Zurcon strides through the hotel lobby, ignoring the salutes of personnel springing to attention as he passes. “Right, Major – get me a drink. Whisky. None of the infantry rubbish. Decent Scotch. And set up meetings for tomorrow. Anyone around here who looks like they might have brains in their heads, not on my boot, what! Oh and have someone telegram Rollins’ family with the usual, you know, the Aussie chap.’
The general heads upstairs to his suite, and Major Daute sighs, and nods to a waiter as he decants some of the usual infantry rubbish into a black-labelled bottle marked ‘Johnnie Walker’. Daute instructs Lavinia to wire Lt. Randall’s parents in South Africa, to express condolence on their loss, and to emphasise in particular the general’s strong regard for the unfortunate young man, and how deeply and personally Sir Herbert has been affected by his tragic passing.
He then jots down the names of those that General Zurcon has spoken with that day, and whose views he might be interested in hearing again. The list in the appointment book reads as follows:
“Nurse Rhoda Autenrieth (Autenrieth Road), English(?), Red Cross
Battista Lalonde (Banner Lady), Belgian(?), civilian
Lord Jarvis Fastolfe of Harrisford (JFH), English, aristocrat and gourmand
Lt. Hearte (Hart), English, Catering Corps
Lt. Dai Lycatell (Dafyd), Welsh, former Army
Second Officer Lavinia Hodge (la vie en rouge), English, WRNS
Corporal Jacob Marley (Jay-Emm), English, Army
Major Conte Leo di Leonato (leonato), Italian, Tank Corps
Agnés Machant (Hennah), Belgian, civilian
Sgt. Harry Bournemouth (Imaginary Friend), English, Army Ordnance Corps
Colonel Sylvain de la Botte Trouée (Sylvander), French (Belgian?), staff officer
Lt. Alice Adler (Antisocial Alto), American, Signal Corps
Lt. Burt (CuppaT), English(?), Army”
Three other names are scrawled illegibly underneath, and might possibly look something like:
"Pax Romana
AristonAstuanax
Amorya”.
[ 09. December 2010, 19:29: Message edited by: Eliab ]
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Day 1: “Things We Want to Know”
Morning.
The General rises early, his calculating mind already active in considering all the variables and unknown factors for the coming Big Push. He is already in uniform and working at his desk while most of the staff and civilians are still rubbing their eyes and covering their ears at the sound of the sporadic German bombardment.
The General’s strident voice can be heard throughout the hotel:
“Yes? That you, Daute? Oh, it’s you. I’m seeing you later today aren’t I? Oh yes, Daute has you down here. Well, what do you wa... what the hell are you ... don’t point that at me, damn your ey...”.
Even against the constant background crump of minenwerfers and the strafing of machine guns, the report of a heavy revolver at close range is impressive. The noise brings a crowd of soldiers and civilians running to General Zurcon’s office. The British hero sits bolt upright in his chair, a surprised and angry expression on his face, and the engraved fountain pen, one flourish of which could send fifty thousand young men to their deaths, is still clasped tightly in his right hand. The deep crimson stain spreading out over the desk and onto the plush carpet, however, clearly shows that General Sir Herbert Zurcon has signed his last order.
The killer is gone. But the General’s list of appointments is still on the desk, and it must be one of those names who has struck so grievous a blow to the Allied war effort.
The word goes out swiftly. If any of those sixteen attempt to leave Ypres, they are to be shot on sight. Until the General’s murderers are identified and killed, all of them are under suspicion.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Nominations are now open and will remain so until 9:00pm (GMT) tomorrow, Friday 10 December.
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
Jacob was looking forward to harassing that "Belgic Tart" with the swing [For some reason Agnes had declined to give her name, or indeed done anything to give the name the soldiers called her].
However a bell rang out, and sergeant McGirk [npc] quickly sent all those off duty on duty. As Jacob was readying his Lee Enfield, partially confused, partially on automatic, a runner came in. As he made his way to the door he was stopped and his orders changed to guard the stables.
He wasn't aware that Sgt Mcgirk had take his place at the gate and was looking into the court more than not, the kitchen guard also was keeping a strong eye on him.
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
[OOC] I don't think it matters if we actually lynch someone or not, yet.
However it's only if there's the possibility of a lynching that the Mafia's will struggle to emulate a normal citizen.
With that in mind and to get the ball rolling I'll nominate Ariston, as it will give an opportunity to find out more about his character and he played last time.
OOC coz Jacob despite his many vices wouldn't offer a sacrificial lamb on no grounds.
Posted by Hennah (# 9541) on
:
Agnés was mildly concerned to hear that the General had disappeared. Not that she had been at all close to him; but when he had spotted her loitering in the hotel lobby, he had made the effort to come over and talk to her, and had shown a great interest in developing her career.
When she had returned that evening as requested, a tall man with a scruffy moustache (English, presumably) had told her in a mixture of basic Flemish and gesture that the General was not available, and never would be. Now that the possibility had vanished, she was growing even more concerned about her prospects. Maybe she should go down to one of the few establishments still in business and see if old Battista remembered her grandmother well enough to offer her a job behind the bar.
Posted by Antisocial Alto (# 13810) on
:
Solely because of the murder method, I nominate Colonel Sylvain de la Botte Trouée for lynching.
As a high-ranking liaison officer, he would have a good excuse to be in the General's headquarters, whereas civilians or other ranks might attract notice. Also, as an officer, he would own a sidearm.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Hennah:
. Now... she was growing even more concerned about her prospects. Maybe she should go down to one of the few establishments still in business and see if old Battista remembered her grandmother well enough to offer her a job behind the bar.
"Mon Dieu!" thought Battista; "if only you knew what I remembered about your grandmother...actually there is a very good possibility we are in fact related...." but out loud he said:
"Of course you must come and work here, where you will be much safer. Just quietly, I have great need of a girl who knows how to look after farm animals. These barbarians in uniform slaughter everything in their path for meat, yet still demand their milk and eggs for breakfast. I have two milch cows hidden nearby, and a hen house in the belfry. Would you care to look after them for me when the bar is not open?"
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Jay-Emm:
[OOC] I don't think it matters if we actually lynch someone or not, yet.
However it's only if there's the possibility of a lynching that the Mafia's will struggle to emulate a normal citizen.
With that in mind and to get the ball rolling I'll nominate Ariston, as it will give an opportunity to find out more about his character and he played last time.
OOC coz Jacob despite his many vices wouldn't offer a sacrificial lamb on no grounds.
It is unclear to me whether you intend this to be a nomination, or merely an OOC suggestion/statement of intent. At the moment, I'm inclined to treat it as a nomination, but please confirm.
For the avoidance of any doubt, any future nominations should be made in character, and it would be helpful to phrase them "I nominate..." or "I accuse..." with the name of the person you suspect in bold.
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Eliab:
“Colonel Sylvain de la Botte Trouée (Sylvander), French (Belgian?)”.
I beg your pardon!? Referee, come over, please. This slander is clearly a court-martial offence. With a pompous name like this, how could le Colonel be Belgian?!
quote:
Originally posted by Eliab:
Anyone around here who looks like they might have brains in their heads,
, not fair!
Le colonel thought that the British had shown some reason after all. Everything would be a lot less messy if instead of sending them to the trenches the British shot a few thousand of their own men each day themselves. A general seemed not a bad start for this new strategy.
At this stage, with no information available all nominations are naturally guesswork.
What we need is people talking so that their reasonings allow analysis, if necessary later. Quiet players are suspicious. Even if they are citizens they are not useful.
Le colonel Sylvain de la Botte Trouée has been nominated. So true to my word I ought to talk.
1. Nominating someone on day 1 is not usually a favourite pastime of conspirators (of course that is not certain - cf. the last game with all conspirators unexpectedly (but accidentally!) voting en bloc on day 1). This would indicate to me at this stage that Lt Alice Adler is more likely innocent than not - but then this might be precisely the (wrong) conclusion intended.
[by the way: thx for this interesting link "Hello Girls".]
I still hate you for nominating me, though.
2. There is no excuse for keeping quiet. Even the fanatic (detective) can post freely at this early stage (when s/he cannot yet have investigated anyone). S/he can even throw around accusations or declarations of trust without misleading us in case of his later death. After the first night however he should leave clear messages that cannot be misinterpreted after his death. So whomever s/he expressed suspicion or trust of in inconspicuous words that everybody uses s/he should only do so sparingly, i.e. regarding people whom s/he already investigated. After his/her death any expression of suspicion or trust they made after the first night must be readable as a 100 percent reliable piece of information.
The citizens also need to talk to help the detective to hide such revelatory remarks.
Can I reasonably suspect anyone at this stage? No. But I can encourage someone to talk (in defence) by nominating them.
I nominate Amorya
a) She is quiet, has not even taken a role - I want her to talk
b) As a new player she is blank space, so I want her to talk
c) Another nominee makes my lynching less likely.
Posted by leonato (# 5124) on
:
Leo was disturbed by the news of the General's death. He was used to assassinations, they happened all the time in Napoli but he thought the English were usually more careful.
For the time being he did not particularly suspect anyone, but he was concerned about the three mysterious people hovering about the hotel who had yet to introduce themselves.
He wanders off to the bar to see if they have some grappa to calm his nerves, and, who knows, maybe there is someone around who knows how to cook spaghetti.
Posted by AristonAstuanax (# 10894) on
:
Father Didier, O.C.S.O. pushed his spectacles back onto the bridge of his nose. Things had been extremely busy at the Abbey of Saint Sixtus; between his own monastic duties to God, his continued studies of the Blessed John Duns Scotus (nothing quite like it to keep the mind sharp, even if reading his passages on God's knowledge of possible things seemed to count as both contemplation and penance simultaneously), the need to minister to the Allied soldiers and refugees who had encamped in the fields around the abbey, and the necessity of labor to support the monastery even in times of war . . .
It seemed as if his work would never be at an end.
"Brother Thelonius, could you please tend to the kettle this morning? It seems that I have been summoned by the General's commission to account for myself. Oh, and it would be a great favor to me if you could ensure that the yeast we pitched the other day has taken; I'm afraid that malt is something far too dear these days for even a single batch to go to waste, especially if, through prudence and prayer, we might prevent it."
Br. Thelonius smiled and bowed before silently returning to work. There was something very contemplative about the quiet, humble work of the brewery; from humble grain scorned by the proud and weeds that the once thought hardly fit for the fire, a new and living gift of joy for the world springs. Even in these hard times, the monks practiced their craft with the care befitting those who would seek to imitate the Creator in their every deed.
Leaving the abbey was always hard for Fr. Didier; he had joined the Order as a young man—his graduation from Louvain and the beginning of his novitiate may as well have been simultanious—and was extremely attached to the community in which he lived. The vow of stability was no longer something imposed, but rather a habitus, an intermediate "second nature" that had become part of him, an addition to his very self. With his head bowed, he passed through the abbey gates and into the secular world; a passing cart gave him a ride as far as Poperinge, from which it was only too easy to travel to Ypres.
Father entered the hotel, finding the Council of War already assembled. He straightened his scapular as he entered, and began his apologia, calmly preaching to the assembled congregation:
"I'm not precisely certain why I, of all people, should stand accused of political intrigue, much less of murder. Though I realize that one can never be too certain of things these days—we live in uncertain times, and the reality of war is not something any of us could have ever been aware of before we all became far too aware of what is only all too real—I can assure you that I have no desire to see any child of God die by the hand of their brother or sister, to say nothing of my own. Though, like all men and women of good will, I sincerely wish for justice to be done and for each to receive what is proper, I do not believe this purpose will be accomplished by killing at random; if anything, our current ignorance makes acting for the sake of justice by bringing about punishment impossible, for, as the Subtle Doctor says, "before anything can be willed for the sake of an end, it must first be known." Thus, I would be in favor of learning more before we take any rash action that might result in yet another unnecessary death.
"Therefore, in the interest of being a light unto the darkness, I would like to give Lavina Hodge an opportunity to defend her innocence."
Posted by Dafyd (# 5549) on
:
Dai Laicattell (unfortunately he misspelt his name the first time) sighed. He didn't have a rhyme for Zurcon (lurk on?) or murdered.
The best he could come up with on the spur of the moment was:
The general was shot,
Which usually happens - not.
How was he supposed to write immortal verse under these conditions?
Dai was forming theories about what he thought the murderers would do over the course of the day. But if he said what he thought the murderers might go and do the opposite (assuming they paid attention to him, which to be fair they probably wouldn't).
He absently scratched the place where his foot had been.
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
Harry woke with a musty head and that vague feeling that something was the matter. He ran through his mental check list: limbs, weapon, helmet, boots, pack; all seemed in order. His eyes gradually faded into focus and he could see that it was light already. Shit! I've overslept again. The commotion outside was not subsiding. What are those fuckers up to? Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, Harry stood and, once he had made sure that up was staying upwards, went to the door. The hallway was abuzz with people running everywhere.
"What the fuck's the matter with everyone?" he rasped at the first private who came near him.
"General Zurcon's been shot!"
The private scampered down the hallway before Harry's brain could frame a reply, but slowly it dawned on Harry that this was likely to be a very bad thing. Who the hell would shoot a general? The Ordnance Corps had been working overtime the last week preparing all the munitions needed for what could only be a big push at the German line. Not that anyone had said that this was going to happen, but it was obvious to a soldier of Harry's experience that you don't send shells to guns unless you intend on firing them soon. So was this a conspiracy? Aristocratic fucker probably shot himself by mistake, stupid bugger. Where's breakfast?.
The mess had shut already, so Harry was left to fend for himself as far as food was concerned. He noticed a crowd gathering at the bar, and wandered over in the hope that there was something edible to be found. He was disappointed, but the fact that a lynch mob was forming was pleasing entertainment for a while so he stayed to watch. After hearing a couple of people speak and nominate (or perhaps not) some of the others, it became clear that nobody else thought the General stupid enough to have been the author of his own death. That much being clear, the natural authoritarian in him forced him to his feet:
"I'm all for giving someone a fucking good kicking over this, but let's get one thing straight: We can't know right now which one of us wankers offed the General. We're all guessing so let's not take anything too far or too personally. That said, quiet people give me the fucking creeps so if you want to avoid my suspicion then talk. That goes for everyone, officers, civilians, foreigners, pricks, the lot. Trust me, I've seen some shit on the line and a bullet through the head of a few people in the name of King and Country is nothing to me so I will follow through.
"Another person who's being far too quiet is that Pax Romana so I nominate them for a lead breakfast. My only reason is their silence: Like I said, we're all guessing."
Posted by JFH (# 14794) on
:
Lord Fastolfe entered the bar, ordered a cup of hot chocolate (made carefully, using only real cocoa and the finest milk Belgium had to offer - but of course he trusted the native owner), and then realized that this populace needed guidance. They needed leadership. At once he let his voice spring with the deepest of tones, mightier than ever a bishop's, graver than the no man's land a couple of miles away...
"My dear fellow people, and critters of others' possession, let's not be hasty. We must remember that in these serious matters there is a day tomorrow, and a day after that, and so on and so forth. The General is dead, and I'd be surprised if anyone is weeping over a poor upstart who most likely only got what was coming to him. I could even have done it myself, come to think of it, had he only not been married to the cousin of my sister's best friend's husband. Anyhow, I would like to offer whoever's responsible for this a drink of the best chocolate this house holds, or if he or she should hold an inferior taste, just any drink he should wish for!"
No one said a word. Fastolfe's wise plan had failed, but he didn't lose his ground for a second. At least not a minute.
"All right then, it would seem our perpetrator, who also obviously happens to be just a regular traitor, would prefer to remain anonymous. Now it is imperative that even if we would like to get rid of anyone in the group - I'm talking about the Welshman, Dai Laicattell - let's remember that everyone is innocent until proven Irish, just as always. However, I am of the opinion that we need to discuss things, and nothing procures conversations as much as rumours and accusations, so please do keep filling in on what you are all thinking and what you are deciding upon, and why, of course. That's all, folks! Let the gossip continue, dear subjects!"
Lord Jarvis Fastolfe of Harrisford sat down, pleased with the stirring effect his words had had. Nothing he hadn't intended upon, and precisely what he had intended upon. Naturally. He was almost certain. He thought.
ETA: It was not in an aristocrat's manner to accuse anyone outright. He thought he had been clear in his nomination of the petty Welshman, and there could be no doubt that the others understood what he meant, were they civilized people - which should apply to most of them, save possibly the Italian.
[ 10. December 2010, 10:44: Message edited by: JFH ]
Posted by la vie en rouge (# 10688) on
:
That's interesting. Everyone knows that a young lady like me who has acquired all kinds of useful life and analytical skills furthering the cause of VOTES FOR WOMEN! is going to be most useful ally to have around if things starting getting messy. After all, when that nasty Mr Eliab tried to infiltrate the suffragettes it was me that found him out.
Father Didier knows this as well as anyone, so I wonder why he would be trying to get me out of the way so soon when there's no evidence whatsoever to link me to the crime. I assure you that I was in the telegraph room wiring the family of that poor unfortunate ANZAC.
Anyway I am deeply suspicious of someone who's first action is to nominate a person who ought to be a potential asset. Either Fr Didier is nominating me at random for reasons best known to himself in which case I invite him to explain himself more fully, or he's decided from the start that I need to be eliminated, on the basis of zero evidence. I shall be watching him closely (or alternatively if I buy the farm I advise the rest of you to watch him closely. My legendary detecting skills make me a potential target and suggest that someone needs to be looking out for me ).
NB I am not (yet) saying for certain that I think he's guilty. Just that my suspicions have been invoked.
Posted by JFH (# 14794) on
:
Lord Fastolfe was rather baffled by this brave suffragette. It did indeed seem rather bold, not to say foolish, to proclaim so openly that one is a fanatic given that the nurse cannot heal wounds - only make them bearable for a single day... It would be a great shame to lose the lovely young woman though - she almost seemed worthy of a vote. Not that votes should ever have anything to do with major decisions, but at least he decided to send the lovely woman some of his finest chocolate some day...
Posted by Hennah (# 9541) on
:
Agnés was feeling slightly better about things. While not being blessed with beauty or particular brains, she was, however, a sensible girl and a very hard worker. Battista had been so sweet to her and she was pleased to be working with animals again. The downside, however, was spending more time around the bar, where there had been several commotions; the most recent being a series of speeches by a man who looked far too pleased with himself for his own good. One to keep an eye on, she thought, and to keep one's derriére away from pinching fingers.
Posted by la vie en rouge (# 10688) on
:
Oh I'm not claiming to be a fanatic. Just a very, very good mafia player
Fr Didier knows this.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Rhoda's head was swimming what with all the nominations, and the is-a-fanatic / isn't-a-fanatic intrigue surrounding Lavinia Hodge.
She waited to hear what the nominees has to sat for themselves.
Posted by la vie en rouge (# 10688) on
:
To expand on my earlier reasonings - there are a couple of possibilities here:
Option n° 1) I am guilty.
If this is the case, then I am most likely a very devious and evil Machiavellian criminal mastermind and you are all in big trouble . My Italian cousin Sylvia carried out a highly successful murderous rampage after all. If this is the case it's a good idea to get onto me early before I wipe you all out and Fr Didier is quite right to accuse me (and make me start talking, so more likely to tie myself up in knots later on) immediately.
HOWEVER, there is so far no reason to suspect me or anyone else. I would guess that there are probably four conspirators at most, so if Fr Didier's nomination is made at random then it only stands a one in four chance of being right. So it strikes me as a big risk to nominate someone so potentially useful (and yes I know this is arrogant, so sue me ) as me. Why nominate me and not someone else?
Option n° 2) I am innocent.
If the conspirators are feeling bold, they have decided to start taking their enemies down from the start. Their main enemies are (a)the fanatic, (b) the nurse and (c) the clever and analytical. At this juncture there are few clues to the identity of (a) and (b) so they might as well go after (c). I didn't think that Mr Eliab's infiltration of the suffragettes had made it as far as the Belgian press (not to mention that little stint on the London stage as the Red Cat Goddess), but if someone here has heard about it, they might decide that I am a good candidate for (c). Add to this that the hero of the suffragettes is likely to be protected by the nurse so trying to get me overnight could be a bit difficult until the murderers have a better idea who the nurse and fanatic are. That means being bolder and taking me down in broad daylight.
I don't see why someone who genuinely has no idea who the killers are would want to be endangering someone who, if innocent, needs to be kept alive for as long as possible. The benefits of keeping me alive and reasoning (3/4 chance that I am innocent) seem to outweigh the disadvantages of lynching me (1/4 chance that I am guilty), AFAICT.
So, once again, I would like to hear Fr Didier's reasons for nominating me.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Autenrieth Road:
She waited to hear what the nominees has to sat for themselves.
Not only was Rhoda's head swimming, but she had gone fumble-fingered on her iTypewriter. Make that "what the nominees had to say..."
Posted by AristonAstuanax (# 10894) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by la vie en rouge:
So, once again, I would like to hear Fr Didier's reasons for nominating me.
Oh, that's simple—when reading the transcript of deliberations, your name was at the top of the last page. I must say, you seem to be mounting a very spirited defense, accounting for every possibility but the obvious one!
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Eliab:
quote:
...mangled accusation...
It is unclear to me whether you intend this to be a nomination, or merely an OOC suggestion/statement of intent. At the moment, ...
I apologise, it was a nomination. I'll remake it according to the rules.
Had Jacob known he was suspected of such crime he would have picked anyone, such as that Ariston chap.
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
Jacob now knew the person he had accused was Fr Didler,. Jacob suspected that the next hours would hold much mocking.
Posted by Amorya (# 2652) on
:
OC apology: I'm really sorry I haven't posted my intro yet. Some real life unfortunately got in the way, but I think I'm OK now. I'm just composing an intro, post to follow in the next half hour!
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Battista looked up with his customary smile as the Italian tank commander came in. He liked doing business with the Italians, for they understood the finer things of life very well. Only yesterday Conti Leo had suggested an exchange of two crates of finest Napoleonic brandy which had been 'liberated' from a chateau for some decent tank fuel.
After a little negotiation with a certain sergeant in ordnance, everyone was satisfied. The tank now had plenty of fuel in reserve, Batty's bar was restocked, and Harry - well, if Harry was a little drunker than usual, no one would take much notice. But at least good brandy was not being used instead of gasoline, which is what so many of these barbarians would do with it.
What was disturbing however, was news from the big hotel that a General had been shot and accusations were flying.
"Six?" asked Battista incredulously. "Is it possible to have six people out of sixteen to vote for?"
Posted by Amorya (# 2652) on
:
Young Eliza Bradshaw wanted to fight for her country. Since the war was declared, she had proudly watched her brothers go off to fight, and knew that they were doing their bit to secure British victory. When the letter came from her brother Henry's commanding officer, telling the family that he was missing in action and had most likely died a hero's death, she didn't cry. After all, dying for his country is the most glorious thing a man can do, and to cry for him would be demeaning to his memory.
As the months of war passed, Eliza felt that her efforts to help her country were insufficient. At seventeen, she was old enough to work in the munitions factory in Coventry (converted from a car factory at the start of the war). But as the news reports came back reporting of battlefield casualties and the need for more men to fight, she made up her mind. Signing up as a nurse (claiming to possess basic first aid skills), she was sent out to Belgium to help the front line casualties.
She fully intends to take part in the fighting, if she can find a way. At the moment, she has newly arrived in Ypres just as they are gearing up for a new offensive, so she plans to spend some time getting her bearings and working out what's going on. She's heard whispers of a conspiracy against the British forces, and hopes that by keeping her ears open she can see what she can discover.
[ 10. December 2010, 17:56: Message edited by: Amorya ]
Posted by Amorya (# 2652) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Sylvander:
Can I reasonably suspect anyone at this stage? No. But I can encourage someone to talk (in defence) by nominating them.
I nominate Amorya
a) She is quiet, has not even taken a role - I want her to talk
b) As a new player she is blank space, so I want her to talk
c) Another nominee makes my lynching less likely.
Eliza hadn't been in the town very long at all when she sensed Colonel Sylvain de la Botte Trouée was paying her quite a bit of attention. At first she was flattered by his interest: perhaps her decision not to disguise herself as a boy had had some advantages? But then she remembered what she'd heard about a conspiracy. This scrutiny was perhaps suspicion by a loyal officer who was trying to find conspirators. Or maybe, perish the thought, he was a conspirator trying to find someone to recruit? No, it was no use thinking that: such paranoia would get nowhere. He was probably just doing his job.
Still, she felt she had better explain herself to him, as it wouldn't do to get off to a bad start with anyone involved in the war effort. As she set off to find him, she heard from a passer-by that he had in fact named her as suspicious! She'd better go and clear up any misunderstandings with haste!
Posted by JFH (# 14794) on
:
The Lord spake:
"I must say, miss Hodge, that you intrigue me. You obviously possess a sound self-confidence. Would you like to share with us some more of your wisdom? How would you go forth in all this? Are you in favour or not in favour of the traditional lynch break at noon? And how come?"
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
Hearte's knife made a satisfying thud as it cut through flesh and hit the wood of the chopping board on which he was filleting the joint. A funeral feast fit for a General! He'd be damned if he had a clue about military strategy, but that he could do.
In fact, Hearte was so good at funeral feasts, that he really wanted to do another one soon (it's so much less work to do several all at once). A lynching is more likely to get a conspirator than one of the really useful people, so he was in favor of one. Unfortunately, there were six to pick from, and he didn't really have any ideas about who to go for. If nothing else arises, he'll just vote for the whoever's the quietest at this stage.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
My thoughts exactly, my dear Hearte. I'm taking heed of the letters home from my sister Rose who unaccountably vanished in the Egyptian desert recently, where she detailed how the baddies in Camp Sarastro were completely undistinguishable from the goodies. So I'm trying not to leap to conclusions. At least not this early.
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
With a taste of Battista's brandy in his belly, Harry's head was a little clearer and thinking became something of a possibility.
"We've got a right old shit-pile here" he observed, "a fucked-up pigsty of a situation, in fact. How the hell are we supposed to work out who topped the General when there's six bloody fuckers to choose from?
"I notice our Pax still hasn't had anything to say, but I wonder if that doesn't smack of innocence. Now that everybody's got all verbose the traitors will be trying to blend in by talking just as loud as the rest of us wankers. Perhaps this Pax is just shitfaced, ill, dead, whoring, or fuck-knows what."
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Prosecution phase ends. Nominations are now closed.
If any of the accused (being:
Fr. Didier;
Cnl. Sylvain;
Amorya;
2Of. Hodge;
Pax Romana; and
Lt. Laicatell)
wish to defend themselves, they have until 'whenever-I-can-get-to-a-computer' on Monday. Then we'll open the vote.
If all six defendants explicitly close their defences before then, we can start sooner. Conversely, if any of them needs an extension of time beyond, say, midday Monday (GMT), for RL reasons, then please ask.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Amorya is, of course, now Eliza Bradshaw.
Posted by Dafyd (# 5549) on
:
Dai noticed that Lord Fastolfe had been casting aspersions upon him. Typical: he was probably an upper-class idiot by the looks of it, the kind of person who thought Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori was a jolly spiffing thing to tell the troops.
(For a moment, Dai wondered if there was a poem in that, but then sanity prevailed. No competent poet would do something as ridiculous as put a line of Latin in a poem.)
Anyway, Lord Fastolfe is just stabbing in the dark here, and missing. Dai is not a conspirator or a traitor, but an honest ex-soldier.
(Obtranslation: It is a sweet and fitting thing to die for the land of one's fathers.)
Posted by Dafyd (# 5549) on
:
OoC: I can't find any mafia games earlier than Camp Sarastro on the Ship. Can someone find a link for me please?
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
There's one on Limbo. CuppaT linked to it from the Camp Sarastro thread. I'll see if I can find it.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Here it is.
Posted by AristonAstuanax (# 10894) on
:
Father Didier was distinctly unhappy with the current arrangements. True, it was necessary to submit to the civil authorities when their dictates were just, but solemn vows were solemn vows—and really, who would shoot a monk returning to his abbey?
The good news, as he soon found out when attempting to simply walk casually through the checkpoints at the edge of town, was that nobody would. The bad news, however, was that a bespecticled monk in a white-and-brown habit is not the most inconspicuous being God could have possibly created; every MP in the district had been told to keep him from leaving the city. Shooting was unnecessary when simply pointing and drawing up a platoon for escort duty sufficed. There was no way he would be able to return to Westveleteren and St. Sixtus any time soon.
True, he did have his own room in town—or at least an old broom cupboard that had just enough room for a camp bed and a few shelves. That, at least, he was grateful for—certainly when there were so many who lacked even a leaking tarp to keep away the nighttime rains. Even so, it still wasn't his cell in the monastery, nor was the parish church his own chapel, where even the stones seemed to keep their own never-ending contemplative silence. His books would soon be on their way, and Brother Thelonius would be capable of minding the brewery in his absence, but this unforseen interruption . . .
The alarm clock he had been given began to ring. It was a poor substitute for the usual churchbells, but Didier was determined to observe some semblance of his strict observance. Time at last for Vespers, and perhaps a moment or two of sleep before Lauds . . .
Posted by la vie en rouge (# 10688) on
:
Hmmmmmm… the priest says he nominated me just because my name was at the top of the transcript. This prompts a supplementary question – why make a nomination at all?
By time Fr Didier made his nomination, there were already three on the board. One was for himself, it’s true, but there were two non-clerical nominations as well. So I’m not sure I'm quite I’m convinced by his answer.
Now of course I could be completely wrong, and all of this could just be hurt feelings on my part for being accused of a crime I didn’t commit, but nonetheless, with evidence very thin on the ground it seems to me that at this point in time there is more reason to suspect Fr Didier than anyone else. It's a sliver of a suspicion, but that's more than I have on any other suspect (apart from knowing that I myself am a perfectly innocent telegraph operator, obviously). So I intend to vote for him unless I get a good reason why someone else would be a better bet. At the very least if I keep questioning him I make him talk, which is a good thing, whether he’s innocent or guilty.
I bet he’s an opponent of women’s emancipation* anyway.
*Shouldn’t that be “ewomancipation”?
[Dai, there are two previous games (which I won –once on each side of the fence ) linked in my earlier post]
Posted by CuppaT (# 10523) on
:
Burt is surprised at a whining monk. The ones he knows would be at peace anywhere. A place to sleep anywhere would be fine, a Bible would be nice, maybe a prayer book, and there's always the sun for the approximate time. Hmmm. A pretense at saintliness is just exactly what a mafia guy might do.
I guess we'll see about the other people in this town as time goes by. Everyone sounds so innocent. But some are not. Life is scary in wartime.
Posted by AristonAstuanax (# 10894) on
:
I am afraid, Miss Hodge, that I may not possess either the keenness of sense nor the sharpness of mind of young people like you. So, if you would, please indulge an elder, and I beg for your gentle correction where I have erred in understanding your reasoning. If I understand you correctly:
1. I nominated you essentially at random, even though there were already two other people accused. Even though there are fifteen possible suspects, as well as three nominations that were made after I spoke up, obviously only a conspirator would desire more information, much less give a random person he had chosen at random a chance to show her innocence. Therefore, I am guilty.
2. The fact that I continued to talk and justify myself only means that I must be especially guilty, as Miss Hodge refuses to believe the obvious explanation; because I could not be an innocent wishing to know my new fellows better, I must therefore be a wolf in sheep's clothing, seeking to act inconspicuous while having my fellow citizens kill each other off. Is this correct, miss?
3. Finally, the fact that I am Of A Certain Age and very much set in my habits, and these habits set in me, means that I must be doing something as extraordinary as murdering generals. That I am a homesick monk who finds the routine of Trappist life conducive to his charism of contemplation is obviously impossible—for who could possibly want to return to the peace and silence that has been his life for these many years? That would be far too obvious of an explanation, now wouldn't it? Far easier to believe that I'm a killer.
I believe this to be a fair summery of the charges against me, no?
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
What Second Officer Hodge says about the suspiciousness of Father Didier makes sense. On the other hand, I have it on good authority that Father Didier's cousin (who looks exactly like him) did a very similar thing--nominated first round--in Camp Sarastro. Would Father Didier be so predictable as to play the same strategy this time around? Or is that additional evidence against him: that he's playing the same way?
I'm firmly torn as to what to think.
Posted by AristonAstuanax (# 10894) on
:
Here, madame, is what you should think: I am a simple Trappist monk who has no desire but to return home to my abbey.
Please.
I miss it already; I fear that I shall not see my true home ever again.
Posted by la vie en rouge (# 10688) on
:
Rhoda, I wonder about that too. I believe Lt Hearte has some copies of a pamphlet on Odd and Even Parity Bluffing hanging around the kitchen
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
I'm interested in hearing more from the people who nominated late. I'm firmly behind the first-day-blind-lynch strategy, although I understand that there are enough people who aren't that we can't really make any judgments based on that. Once we already had three people up, why nominate anyone else? The only reason I can think of is to split the vote in order to avoid lynching someone already nominated.
The relevant late nominators are Fr. Didier, Sgt. Harry and Lord Harvis. The early nominated are Fr. Didier, Sylvander and Lt. Alice. Fr. Didier's nomination makes some sense as he could have just been trying to protect himself. But, this does make me a little suspicious of all the rest of the people I just listed. Of course, most of them are probably innocent, and they might all be. If Sgt. Harry and Lord Harvis could explain themselves, I'd sleep happier tonight.
Posted by Amorya (# 2652) on
:
As for a defence, I don't think I have much to say. I was nominated for my silence, which is easily explainable by my having just got off the boat and settling into my new quarters. Now that I'm speaking and contributing more, is there really a case against me?
The first day's lynching is never easy. Nobody has really had time to do anything particularly suspicious, so it's hard to know who to choose. The tactic of nominating someone (i.e. myself) to encourage them to speak is a good one, so I don't blame Sylvain de la Botte Trouée for that. There's nothing inherently suspicious about him as of yet.
quote:
b) As a new player she is blank space, so I want her to talk
I can tell you that I have played this game a lot in real life (there's a society at our university that meet every Friday for it), but not very often online. I'm finding things a little more difficult with the absence of body language related cues.
If you want a hint about my usual tactics, I tend to find that the more aggressive I am, the more likely I am to be lynched early, so I don't often jump up and make a nomination unless I've got some fairly strong suspicions. At the moment, I don't have any suspicions really, so when it comes to a vote I'll probably go for one of the late nominators (following Lt. Hearte's logic), unless someone presents a better case.
The most important thing is that we do have a lynching today. No lynching only favours the conspirators, by essentially giving them a free shot.
Eliza Bradshaw
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Autenrieth Road:
What Second Officer Hodge says about the suspiciousness of Father Didier makes sense.
I do not agree.
Please, nursie, do not be awed by a player’s reputation as a mastermind! Especially if that reputation consists solely in the player’s self-perception. [The radio operator-cum-suffragette was on my team twice, once as a baddie, and I never noticed any particular skills, nor did anyone else in our team comment to that effect]. Remember Camp Sarastro where the doctor kept protecting the same player for many nights based on his reputation, not current merit, allowing him to lead into the lynching of four innocents.
Rather ask: Why does the suffragette so adamantly stir suspicion against Fr Didier (Ariston Ast)? It seems rather far-fetched to suspect him so strongly on the sheer basis of his nominating her on day one – at a point when we all (well, except two to four of us) are rather stabbing in the dark. She claims this is because he thinks her a genius of analysis. I don’t know whether he (or anybody else) does, but I do know that the reverse is definitely true, she thinks he is very clever and dangerous. Could she be projecting her very own state of mind onto him …? As a conspirator and by her own logic she would well be interested in getting him lynched.
What rather puzzles me, are the radio-suffragette’s own weird posts. Even allowing for a big ego, her self-aggrandizement sounds strangely over the-top. Why crow so loudly when a really dangerous player would lie a bit lower? What psychological moment is at play here? I’ll think about it and come back.
Posted by JFH (# 14794) on
:
Lord Jarvis Fastolfe of Harrisford was turning towards a rather good mood. He had had a lovely "Choco Scotch" to his dinner, and he was no more than willing to admit that he had indeed been stabbing through a glass darkly in his accusation of the Welshman.
He didn't know whom to cast his vote for in the upcoming election (he spit thrice over his left shoulder at the thought of listening to popular vote) to eternal office, but he knew that it was probably a good idea to get rid of someone. He was slowly coming to a realization that maybe pure xenophobia was not in this case (despite past successes) the best solution.
The fact that he had let his emotions rule him so (and maybe also a slight trace of fear at the thought of the populace turning towards the aristocracy, as so often in the past) bothered him. He had made a mistake. Now the risk was greater than ever for a split vote, that dreaded curse that plague on man. The situation obviously needs decisiveness, so he would make sure to get someone kicked off the line. A lynching, as it would inevitably be, would have some chance to get a conspirator, although it would be hard to find one amongst all these bloodless cretins. Most of them seemed innocent of this particular crime. It seemed that few people had acted suspiciously, mostly because so few had acted at all. Miss Hodge's accusation of Fr Didier did have some point to it, but it could well also just be an attempt at getting off the line herself. He also doubted her, precisely because of, as she said, her special skills.
Lord Fastolfe didn't know who to vote for presently, but he would actually prefer to keep both Fr Didier and Miss Hodge under a watchful eye, and instead try to get someone of those less talkative people.
He didn't at all agree with Sgt Bournemouth on that all people would get talkative - of course, just like there were people of different classes and also quality, some fit to rule and some fit for the front lines (remarkably seldom the same people), some people were born to make speeches and some were born with a blessing of being better off with their mouths shut. No matter the situation there was inevitably some who would seldom speak, even though that might be seen as incriminating themselves. It might be wise to get rid of them in particular, though.
ETA: In the time Lord Jarvis Fastolfe of Harrisford took thinking, he noticed that more people than before had let their voices be heard.
[ 12. December 2010, 16:45: Message edited by: JFH ]
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
Jacob, had finally heard what had been going on. He was rather shocked at the generals death, he hadn't expected to get really close to death. He'd almost thrown up when he'd seen the fellow with one foot, Dai or whatever his name was a little later.
The sergeant, was slightly wary of talking too much, but Jacob still gathered a number of facts, firstly that his mother was clearly a Dickens fan.
But slightly more relevantly that his vague comment about seeing the monk in the gardens was being taken very seriously.
The monk had tried to pass the buck to a WREN with pretensions of being the next Holmes, who had taken this as evidence of the monks guilt. That was definitely some interesting dynamics.
Some Lord had accused the Welshman on grounds of having an Irish name.
A Hello Girl had pointed out that Colonel's were most likely to take a revolvers to a meeting, but they could be concealed..
Two others had been nominated on their retiring or stealthy nature and being recent arrivals, Eliza and one only known as Pax
If Jacob was asked, well he knew he couldn't risk the mockery of the troops, so his vote was clear [but it wasn't time to make it yet] but he hoped that he wouldn't be responsible for another death.
He was unconvinced that an actual lynching was a good thing, some people said waiting just gave the traitors a free chance, but knowing a random corpses innocence gave no extra information yet, and he saw it as wasting a chance later. If only he were good at probability.
Posted by la vie en rouge (# 10688) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Sylvander:
[The radio operator-cum-suffragette was on my team twice, once as a baddie, and I never noticed any particular skills, nor did anyone else in our team comment to that effect].
That’s not what you said at the time
Possibly I am over-estimating my own abilities. However I’ve hardly been ‘adamant’. I said I had a ‘sliver of a suspicion’. I thought that was rather hesitant.
I’m quite open to the possibility that I’m completely wrong. I was just following what looks to me like the only viable (albeit very slim) lead in a sea of no information. However if I do turn out to be right about Fr Didier, I shall note your taking sides with him against me.
Yes I’m being talkative at present. But I have nothing to hide and I frankly don’t expect to survive all that long out here in Paschendaele (whether by assassination or orchestrated lynching) so I might as well talk while I still have the chance.
Posted by Dafyd (# 5549) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Amorya:
The most important thing is that we do have a lynching today. No lynching only favours the conspirators, by essentially giving them a free shot.
Dai is not convinced. It seems to him that there's something to be said for giving the fanatic time to work. That means, not lynching the fanatic by accident, nor anyone that the fanatic thinks is innocent.
It's true, Dai adds, that we can't rely too much on the fanatic, since as soon as the fanatic speaks up they will be killed - the nurse can only protect them for a day. (Oh for a doctor.) And we know that there's a traitor among us who will confuse the fanatic, and there may be a guilty artillerist. So we mustn't be too reliant on the fanatic.
Even so, Dai would counsel against being too eager to lynch someone.
Posted by Dafyd (# 5549) on
:
Two more questions for Eliab:
1) If either the traitor or the fanatic investigate an artillerist, will they know that they came across an artillerist? Or are they just told that the person they've investigated is innocent?
2) Voting is compulsory; but is voting for no lynching an option?
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Dafyd:
1) If either the traitor or the fanatic investigate an artillerist, will they know that they came across an artillerist? Or are they just told that the person they've investigated is innocent?
The artillerist will simply appear innocent to either fanatic or traitor. They will receive no indication at all of any special role.
quote:
2) Voting is compulsory; but is voting for no lynching an option?
Yes, 'no lynching' is a valid vote.
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
For defense, Colonel de la Botte Trouée thought of no further, seeing he was accused because of the murder weapon. With a First World War being on, committing murder by shooting is rather not so outlandish.
IF he was lynched he'll have it however be known that he'll take the matter up with the European Court of Human Rights (in due course, i.e. after its installation in 80 years). Seeing he's French a lynching would constitute a xenophobic act and he'd be entitled to compensation.
He then considered who to vote for.
With six nominations a lynching is unlikely in any case, I'm afraid. This, received wisdom has it, suits Mafia fine and this would make those nominating late look suspicious. But so many factors intervene (time zones, RL…) that over-interpretation lurks everywhere (I think I nominated when they were already two nominees). And is no-lynching on day one really so much better for Mafia? The advantage may be small. E.g. earlier in the game the innocents are less likely to hit conspirators by luck anyway. But depending on role distribution we're just as likely to kill some useful villager before he can ever have been useful. So no-lynching will not just mean a “wasted shot” but also that we do not risk losing possible information gained overnight. (On the other hand, all such info is notoriously unreliable these days with switchers and people appearing what they are not …). I would still draw conclusions from someone outright voting “no-lynching”, however
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
Harry had been in a stupor all weekend. His work only required him be at his desk during the week unless there was some emergency and some other poor bugger had to deal with it.
They want to know why nominated this shadow-lurking Pax as a suspect. Well, it's bleeding obvious, isn't it?! He or she is the only person who's yet to open their mouth and say anything.
Harry continued to mull over the logic though.
But like I said before, I'm now wondering if that wasn't the right way to think. That fucking Suffragette doesn't half get on my tits though, constantly yapping about how damn clever she is. She'll set women's rights back a bloody decade if she doesn't show a bit more class about herself. Women voting, I ask you!
Happy that he had his thoughts in some semblance of order, Sgt Bournemouth set off towards the bar to find a whet and to let everyone know his thoughts...
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Monday in Holy Week, and Jesus is throwing the moneychangers out of the temple. Would that we had equal clarity for whom to cast out!
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Pax Romana informs me that Real Life has prevented her from choosing any identity and getting involved, and is likely to continue to be hectic next week.
Since she's not posted in character, I'm going to try to recruit a substitute player to take the role. If that works we'll play on as usual. Otherwise, Pax Romana can either enter the game when life is less vexing, or not, and her character will be one of the many anonymous victims of the War.
In the meantime, the character is still a valid target for nomination, voting and nocturnal activity. If I find a substitute player before voting closes (or PR cares to cast a vote) then she can vote - if not, that character's presence will not count for determining a majority.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Major Daute, still in a quandary over the vexed question of whether the death of General Zurcon is likely to help or hinder his own promotion prospects, is further bewildered by the plethora of accusations that have appeared on his desk. He reads the list carefully:
Fr. Didier has been accused by Cpl. Marley,
Cnl. Sylvain by Lt. Adler
Amorya by Cnl. Sylvain
2Of. Hodge by Fr. Didier
Pax Romana by Sgt. Bournemouth, and
Lt. Laicatell by Lord Fastolfe.
Which is guilty? Or perhaps they are all innocent?
The trouble is, the Major can see no evidence so solid that he would stake his reputation on the outcome of exonerating any one of the sixteen suspects, nor of convening a Court Martial. Not in these precarious times. No, whatever happens now, the one important thing is that a certain Major Daute should not be seen to have taken any step that is proven wrong.
Let them sort it out amongst themselves, then. The odds have got to be good that when the dust settles and the bodies are carried out, General Zurcon's killer will be amongst the dead, and the few survivors can be exonerated with a clear conscience. Hell, the Major will even decorate them for their sterling work against villainous German agents. But first, let's have some bodies to carry out.
Voting commences and is compulsory. An absolute majority of votes is required to lynch a suspect.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Battista looked around the bar. There seemed to be a variety of moods: resigned; defiant; aggressive; maudlin; eager and arrogant. He didn't mind, as long as people wanted to drink while they talked.
From experience he knew that even if one voted for no lynching it would be seen as suspicious.
It had puzzled him how eagerly Corporal Marley and Lt. Alice had been to nominate others, and then amazed him how quickly this had escalated to six.
From his own point of view, there was only one option which made any sense, and that was to vote for Pax Romana; because she was the only one who hadn't brought his bar any business at all - so far.
He shrugged and beckoned to Agnes. "Mon cherie, please to take these eggs down to the hotel to Lt.Hearte, and ask him if he knows how to make spaghetti? I like to look after my customers, you know."
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
What was that she asked for? Getty-Spah... wasn't that some speech some Yankee gave once? History was Hearte's strong suit, but eggs were just what he needed for toad-in-the-hole... coming up!
Before he could get to battering sausages, he had a little contribution to make to the great democratic project. While he could see the appeal of voting for someone silent, he was more taken with the idea that that many votes is a way for someone to protect someone who had been nominated early inconspicuously. Fr. Didier was a red herring, as he was protecting himself, so Hearte decided to vote for the next nominated: Cln. Sylvain de la Botte (Sylvander).
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
We have a replacement player.
Voting is on hold until at least 5pm today, to allow the substitute to read the thread, introduce the new character and (if so advised) make a defence.
Discussions may continue as usual.
Posted by AristonAstuanax (# 10894) on
:
Father took a deep breath, then returned to clearing away some of the rubble in the ruined church he had found. It seemed to be such a shame to let a house of God go unused, just because, like so many others, its roof had a bit of a leak and it happened to be a tad drafty . . .
He assumed that the Germans had not politely asked that the sanctuary be deconsecrated before they shelled it to bits; the altar was still entirely intact, as was much of the eastern wall of the church, even if the windows were long gone. Of course the tabernacle was locked, but that was only a small problem for one used to old and stubborn locks; Fr. Didier soon opened it, to find the Body still in good condition, despite war, strife and neglect. He hastily closed the door, genuflecting deeply. One should not leave a church abandoned; surely, somewhere in this mass of humanity, there must be some proper wheat bread and a bottle or two of wine . . .
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Hart:
Fr. Didier was a red herring, as he was protecting himself, so Hearte decided to vote for the next nominated: Cln. Sylvain de la Botte (Sylvander).
Who incidentally had also just been protecting himself, if I may remind you. Really just an 'accidental oversight' on your part? Ts, ts, how negligent!
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
"Just like the pissing army: nothing but delays and hold-ups."
Posted by The Great Gumby (# 10989) on
:
Captain Arthur Malmesbury Slackbladder emerged blearily from his trench, squinting from the unaccustomed daylight, rubbed his eyes and headed for the meeting. He knew he was late - very late - but he was still furious at being woken up by the inconsiderate shelling from both sides, which had woken him from a most diverting dream in which he had been a woman. Oh, the things he'd wanted to try! Just another hour or two of sleep, and he could have died happy, which was just as well, as he had a feeling his life expectancy had suddenly somehow even managed to drop below the norm for the trenches.
He strode into the room. "Ah, so good of you to wait for me - and to nominate me for a lynching, as well, how considerate! Naturally, I'm as keen as any of you to get out of here, but I had rather hoped to manage it," he added sarcastically, "with a pulse.
"As it seems that there's been a nasty outbreak of Looney Fever while I was asleep, I suppose I now have to give you reasons not to kill me. Well, as far as I can tell, the only reason anyone's come up with for suspecting me was that I was a bit quiet. It might have escaped your notice, but this is one of the recognised side-effects of sleep, especially at a range of a couple of miles, and it's usually considered a bit odd to expect much of a contribution from someone who isn't there. Should there be any doubt, Major Daute can vouch for my whereabouts, but anything else he tells you is an outrageous lie.
"Now that we've got that out of the way, maybe we can get on with the voting. If we do it quickly, I might be able to get back to my dream."
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Sylvander:
quote:
Originally posted by Hart:
Fr. Didier was a red herring, as he was protecting himself, so Hearte decided to vote for the next nominated: Cln. Sylvain de la Botte (Sylvander).
Who incidentally had also just been protecting himself, if I may remind you. Really just an 'accidental oversight' on your part? Ts, ts, how negligent!
Oh, shoot (no... not literally... put that gun down!), so you did. Oh well, my way of picking which of you to vote for was flawed (well, really, not flawed so much as cock-up-ed... hey, I'm Army-trained!), but given I want to vote for someone, I'm still more suspicious of those nominated earlier so I'm not too upset with my guess, which I never claimed to be anything more than a guess.
[OOC: Can we assume that Gumby is replacing Pax Romana?]
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Hart:
[QUOTE] everything icky should be a potential clue. No superfluous
ick, please.
Skimming through the thread I found this. What does icky mean? Same as "yukkie"? Like the constant swearing of Sgt Bournemouth?
***
As to voting...
Re Lady Lavinia, the suffragette: Sylvain promised and now will try some kitchen psychology: I wondered about her posts. She is usually self-confident but not so exaggeratedly (is that a word?). Her posts cannot have been meant seriously, they sound tongue-in-cheek. What for? If there is a hidden message there, it is subtle and that means wasted on Colonel Sylvain. Let me speculate:
1. Mafia usually win the online version of this game. To my knowledge so far the only citizens' win came when their numerical odds were low compared to other rounds. All other times Mafia won, and usually hands down.
2. She already did win as Mafia once. It was fun (I was with her) but unspectacular, never any real danger and nail-biting.
3. It might be a question of style. She is a Lady after all. I could see her make an attempt to play an audacious game, a grand mockery (as one sees IRL – some criminals who got away once tend to then mock police). So a possible explanation is: She wants to win in style. The only really great way to win as Mafia is to spread a lot of confusion, i.e. to play with fire and get away with it. This is the flamboyant way mastermind criminals do it (a bit like our nurse Rhoda apparently did it in an earlier game repeatedly linked to in the Camp Sarastro). I think it perfectly feasible that Lady Lavinia would like to win in such style rather than in a routine way (can't blame her).
Is this strong reasoning? Naah! And anyway, like everybody I love stylish criminals with pretty eyes gazing through flowers, so I'll just just watch her a bit more closely.
***
So then?
The only time in the previous game I got it right was, when I proposed lynching all-too quiet Papagena - we did and she was innocent. But in the same post I had asked "But why not Seth and Madoc who are just as quiet as she is?" - and, lo!, they were both baddies.
So - the simple, yea primitive, strategy of going after the quiet ones, which several of us, based on past experience, had advocated from the start in that game, was the best. One must just (have the time to) follow it through. We can always go after talkative villains later – the reason quietness is the best hiding is that it is impossible to explain a lot without giving clues. If this perspective makes everyone go all chatty, great! We'll then go after those with squeaky and hoarse voices – they're lying.
“Quiet” here of course always meaning those who post no substantial reflections, explaining their motivations, voting decisions etc. That includes particularly(!) people whose “explanations” consist mainly in (even lengthy) descriptions of the actions and motivations of their character! Like … let me see … Fr Didier. Watch him.
Eliza Bradshaw (Amorya) spoke up after I prompted her and I'll let that pass.
Of those nominated the real quiet one is Alice Adler (Antisoc. Alto) and she is a radio girl, too! Aren't they supposed to be chatterboxes? Yes, she nominated me and voting for her would look like touchy vengefulness (which it is not). Can't be helped now.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Corporal Lionel Shelby stands sentry on the platform at the Ypres railhead. He is deep in thought, consumed both with a bitter envy for the soldiers embarking on the train to "Pop", and a deep pity for those disembarking, and heading back to the line. All things considered, guard duty here is not such a bad job. Apart from the bladder-clenching moment when a aircraft passes overhead, there is little danger, and little to do but check passes and worry about the occasional orders from brass hats like Major Daute.
The Poperinghe train is building up steam now, the resting infantrymen all aboard save for a few hobbling wounded on their way back to Blighty. The doors begin to slam shut, and Corporal Shelby turns away, shouldering his rifle, and thinking about his next cup of tea.
Suddenly a tall figure in a Private's mud-stained coat sprints down the platform, waving what might be a leave card at the sentry, and Reaching out to seize a door handle as the train begins to chug away. Shelby gasps in alarm - that was one of the faces in the file sent to the station this morning - it's his job to...
"Stop! Captain Slackbladder! Stop at once!".
The figure half turns, but on hearing the name called, looks away and resumes his struggle with the train door. The train is pulling away quickly now, and as the door swings out, the fugitive pivots and thrusts a leg inside the carriage.
Corporal Shelby takes a quick sideways step, right to the platform edge, unslinging his rifle as he moves. As the other man shifts his grip to haul himself inside, the corporal brings the weapon to his shoulder in one smooth movement, sights along the side of the long line of carriages, and squeezes the trigger.
The inquiry subsequently clears Corporal Shelby of any wrongdoing. The private was clearly at fault in ignoring a challenge, even if he could not be expected to answer the name, and Major Daute's orders were strict and clear. Also, the duty officer notes, Private P. Romana does look very, very much like Captain Arthur Malmesbury Slackbladder. With one important difference. Captain Arthur Slackbladder isn't dead.
[The Great Gumby replaces Pax Romana as a player. PR's previously undefined character is disposed of in an unfortunate case of mistaken identity. The last of Major Daute's illegible handwriting is deciphered, and Captain Slackbladder joins the list of suspects. Voting continues...]
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Banner Lady:
From his own point of view, there was only one option which made any sense, and that was to vote for Pax Romana; because she was the only one who hadn't brought his bar any business at all - so far.
I'm not sure if this is a vote. I think, on balance, that merely declaring that there is only one option that makes sense does not amount to a decision to take that option, and the comment is therefore one of possible intention and not definite action. I'm therefore not treating it as a vote.
Please cast votes with the relevant suspects name in bold.
Posted by CuppaT (# 10523) on
:
From what Burt could tell, time was running out. Time zones always threw him. Much as he liked the character of the priest, his suspicions were aroused simply by the choice of vocation. It was a "The Butler Did It" mentality, a sixth sense that had kept him alive in this war so far. Hell, he grew up with street smarts from the time he could walk in Chicago.
As for accusations toward those who are quiet, Burt disagrees. Some folks are naturally less verbose, not as quick at thinking, and choose to not spout words unless they know what they are talking about. Nonetheless, one sees the importance of being around and keeping up with the rest of the Jones's.
For now, Burt was keeping his gun with him at all times. He was known for his fighting back home, although he was more controlled these days. He votes against Fr. Didier, but is keeping his eyes open all the time. Sleep is overrated.
Posted by la vie en rouge (# 10688) on
:
The thing is, this is the thing.
With so many nominations, there is quite a high numerical possibility that at least one of the accused is guilty. More than a third of us have been nominated and it's pretty unlikely (unless the conspirators have been busy little bees making a high proportion of the nominations themselves) that we've been unlucky enough to nominate only the innocent. I'm not quite sure where this fact gets us, though.
I think I'm (hesitantly) in favour of the blind lynch, although I'm not sure it's completely blind. A partially-sighted lynch, possibly. In any case, everyone voting "no lynching" teaches us nothing. At this moment Fr Didier is still ringing up my BSometer. I don't think he's anywhere near as woolly-minded as he claims to be (I have it on good authority that he's really rather bright).
Since there probably is at least one killer among the list, everyone voting for "no lynching" strikes me as a waste. I want to see who gets whose vote, but if and when a killer is caught, it's also going to help the innocent to see who didn't vote for them.
I VOTE FOR FR DIDIER STOP
(By the way, if you find me suspicious, the fanatic is welcome to investigate me. I have nothing to hide.)
Posted by The Great Gumby (# 10989) on
:
"Well, if we're voting, hurry up with it," Slackbladder snapped. "If I wanted to sit around all day, engaging in pointless, windy debates, I'd have stood for parliament. I have no idea what's going on, but every minute here is a minute that I could be in bed, so let's get down to it.
"Six people have been nominated. That makes a lynching about as likely as that bloody Taff writing a decent poem, but if there's no realistic possibility of a lynching, the conspirators have no need to show their hand and we waste a chance to learn something. Therefore, I suggest we concentrate our votes on a few nominees, in the hope of creating some sort of contest. In that spirit (and in confusion because Col. Sylvain appears to have voted for someone who hasn't been nominated), I vote for Col. Sylvain"
Posted by Amorya (# 2652) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Sylvander:
Eliza Bradshaw (Amorya) spoke up after I prompted her and I'll let that pass.
Thank ye kindly sir!
So, with a replacement player, we can't read anything from Pax Romana's silence, so I'm not going to vote for Col. Slackbladder this round.
Fr Didier did speak out against having a random lynching, which I do still see as a scum tactic. (Even if we don't get the right person, knowing who voted for whom is helpful information.) He's been active but not that decisive: his nomination was for the reason of trying to get people talking. There seems to be a bit of a rivalry between him and Lavinia Hodge, with suspicion flying between both of them.
Col Sylvain also spoke out against Lavinia Hodge. He considered her motives regarding possibly excessive self-confidence. However, he then went on to vote for Alice Adler, as she is the only real quiet one of the accused. Earlier in the game he did say that, regarding Alice nominating him, the scum don't normally nominate so early on day 1. [Am I missing something? I didn't think Alice Adler was nominated.]
Lavinia Hodge. What can I say? This amount of self confidence is really confusing me — I don't know what to read into it! If Hodge is innocent, it seems to me that it's a hell of a risky tactic, drawing attention to herself like that. She has stated that she is not claiming to be the fanatic. She seems very suspicious of Didier.
Lt Dai Laicattell was nominated last, by Lord Fastolfe, ostensibly to get some discussion going. To be honest, at the moment I can't see much that can either support or deny his innocence.
So, who to vote for? For me it's between Didier, Sylvain and Hodge. As I mentioned, I've no idea how to read Hodge's style at the moment. Normally that would make me very suspicious: it's so overt that it smacks of a multi-level bluff. Are we supposed to think that it looks like scum tactics, but nobody could be that stupid, so she couldn't possibly be scum?
As far as I can tell, Sylvain seems to have voted for someone who wasn't nominated. He seems fairly indecisive, which is fair enough at this stage of the game. Didier seemed only to get into his stride when accusing or defending himself against Hodge. I'm wondering just what's going on there. Is there a history from previous games, does one of them know something, or have they each just picked a target randomly?
I'm inclined to go for Fr Didier today. This is partly because of the suspicions outlined above, and partly because nobody has voted for Hodge yet and I don't want to be responsible for causing no lynching.
If Fr Didier is lynched and shows up innocent, I'm going to be very suspicious of Hodge tomorrow. Normally, voting for (or campaigning against) someone who comes out as innocent isn't necessarily a thing that causes that much suspicion, but Hodge keeps talking up her detective skills: if she's wrong at the first test, there's something amiss with what she's saying.
Posted by JFH (# 14794) on
:
My dear young miss Bradshaw! You couldn't be further off from the truth had it been placed in the center of the earth and you just stepped on a mine! (Not a bad idea, think about it!)
I did most emphatically NOT nominate Dai Laicatell to get some discussion going. I nominated him because he is Welsh. There is a major difference - I'm surprised the lad can even talk, and far be I from thinking that he could form rational reasoning! (Which he hasn't, so far.)
However, my dear wife Elspeth wired me today and mentioned that the army needs all its frontline men (of which young Laicatell is a perfect specimen) for some big push that is planned to posthumously honour the deceased general Zurcon!
While I do find it obvious that Laicatell is full of lies (As if any Welshman could ever be a poet!), I am not sure as to his allegiance. We note that he was against a lynching, though.
Ms Hodge attracts my eyes too, although not for her proletarian looks as much as for her ostentatious behaviour. Of course, it could be a personal trait (one she does indeed share with all these vulgar suffragettes), but it does seem out of place, and not only because she belongs to the mentally deranged and degenerated classes. I do not trust that woman in the least bit, and that is why I think she should be checked on her wits. I vote for Fr Didier, but rest assured that I intend to monitor her carefully, and only a particularly fine piece of chocolate (say, an 1897 Chateau de Zihuatanejo) could keep me from that!
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Rhoda hesitantly found her way to Major Daute's door.
"Excuse me sir, do you think you could give times including 'how many hours from now' in addition to the GMT? That way those of us with our watches set to different timezones will have an easier time of meeting your deadlines."
The major inclined his august head, but whether he was assenting, or falling asleep, she wasn't sure.
She retreated to the nurse's station to work on her excel-lent spreadsheet where she was tracking the nominations and votes.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Battista was alarmed. Someone was trying to make the church back into a church; when, to be perfectly frank, there were more bums on seats more often in the place, now he had turned it into a bar.
He votes for Fr Didier to be permanently removed by the authorities. Business is business.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
I'm hard pressed to find anyone either guilty -- or innocent -- at this stage. Since there are only 10 votes outstanding, and 9 votes are needed for a lynching, it seems that if we are to have a lynching, the prudent course is to vote for (or is that against?) either Father Didier or le Colonel de la Botte Trouéee. And I do think that our only chance is to try for a lynching every time we have a chance, since lynching is the only way we can eliminate the guilty. I'm trying to avoid the mistakes of my dear departed sister Rose and not get too wedded to any one theory to start with. So, acknowledging that we're mostly trusting to chance at this point, I think I'll throw a random pin at my spreadsheet.
(Scrabbling in a desk drawer. "Where are my pins? Is this them? Ouch, that's a hypodermic needle! Ah, here they are." Swissssh-plunk!)
Very well, le Colonel Sylvain de la Botte Trouée it is.
[cross-posted, make that 9 votes outstanding. Except now I've voted, so that's 8 votes outstanding. That's assuming that our confused friend de la Botte Trouée still has a vote coming, to replace his illicit vote for the un-nominated Lieutenant Alice Adler.]
[ 14. December 2010, 19:13: Message edited by: Autenrieth Road ]
Posted by leonato (# 5124) on
:
As I see it the nominations are wild guesses. The innocent allies have no information to go on. Our enemies, however are bound to nominate the innocent. So most of the nominated will be innocent.
However I believe at least one conspirator will have nominated so I distrust those who have made accusations more than the accused. I have also never trusted the tactic of revenge accusations simply because you have been accused; that is the tactic of the enemy.
Only two accusers have also been accused so it makes sense to pick one. To my mind Fr Didier seems more suspicious.
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
So there's two charlies up for the noose. Makes sense to pick one of 'em. But who?
Harry had gone out for a walk to clear his head for the decision which needed to be made. Even though he had been loose with the lives of the Germans he had fought two years back, this was different. This deserved thought, consideration, and diligence.
So, the Colonel or the Padre? "Can't say I much like Brass or Reverends" he said to himself. "Fuck it." Harry appeared to have made a decision. He turned on his heel and walked purposefully back to the bar.
Pushing the door open, he announced "I can't fucking choose between either of these pissers here. Neither seem guilty, neither seem to be innocent. So I'm going to vote for Colonel Sylvain de la Botte Trouee because that means that somebody else has to make the final decision. You might think that makes me a bloody coward, and maybe it does. But we need to lynch someone and I think that the superiors amongst us should make the final decision. That's what they get for not rolling around in the fucking mud with the real fighters.
"Now somebody get me some bloody fucking whiskey."
Posted by Dafyd (# 5549) on
:
I said I thought No lynching was the right tactic for this round and I still think so.
Reflections:
In previous lives, people looking much like Sgt Harry Bournemouth have a history of voting for no lynching in the first round. When his proxy was lynched last time, he protested against the aggressive tactics being used, and he was quite right. I think Bournemouth's conversion to more aggressive tactics - not only voting for a lynching, but nominating someone to begin with - is pretty suspicious.
I don't think I agree with the theory that many nominations means that some of the early ones are guilty. We know there's a traitor, who won't know if any of the nominees are conspirators. The traitor should take up a conspirator slot. I think there can't be more than three conspirators, and probably only two. So some of the late nominations must be innocents. (Unless the conspirators are Didier, Bournemouth, and Fastolfe. I'm inclined not to suspect Fastolfe - my hunch is that his nomination of me was exuberance and stirring rather than an attempt to shift blame around. Besides somebody who thinks that there are no Welsh poets is beneath Lt Dai Laicatell's contempt.)
[ 14. December 2010, 21:17: Message edited by: Dafyd ]
Posted by Hennah (# 9541) on
:
Agnés wasn't really sure what was going on or what all this voting was about. No-one was really going to kill anyone, were they? She knew there was a war on, but all this talk is so extreme. However, she understood that she was expected to nominate someone for a special chat with the authorities, and as Battista had chosen Fr Didier, decided she'd better as well.
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Dafyd:
In previous lives, people looking much like Sgt Harry Bournemouth have a history of voting for no lynching in the first round. When his proxy was lynched last time, he protested against the aggressive tactics being used, and he was quite right. I think Bournemouth's conversion to more aggressive tactics - not only voting for a lynching, but nominating someone to begin with - is pretty suspicious.
"Then I'll remind you what the final result was in that previous incarnation and then perhaps you'll see why I've changed my bloody mind."
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
Le colonel was a trifle uneasy when everybody stared at him with marked disapproval. Some shouted: "Lynch him! Lynch him!" As if that wasn't bad enough the others frowned: "He peed in the ballot box and threw his vote in the loo."
He really had spent some time thinking about the post and the vote . He now hoped that folk would attribute the episode to some cunning trick rather than the true reasons ... he hadn't exactly jumped the queue back then when the brains were handed out. Had proved handy for an army career but not here apparently.
As things were down to a race between him and the papist he hastily fished his ballot out of the ditch behind the officers' mess and scribbled Fr Didier on it - mainly out of self-interest (but then he was going to watch him anyway for quietness).
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Imaginary Friend:
So I'm going to vote for Colonel Sylvain de la Botte Trouee
It is "Trouée" for you, sir. Please. We huguenots are pretty liberal on many issues and will recede on many a doctrinal position. But one must draw the line somewhere. The accent aigu is distinctly beyond negotiation.
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
"My apologies, Squire"
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
To try to make up for his earlier lapse in concentration, Hearte pinned an addendum to the evening's menu (the choice was tripe, or tripe surprise... the surprise being a bluff -- tripe surprise was just tripe). The addendum read as follows:
By my count, we have 8 votes for Fr. Didier and 4 for Cnl Sylvain, with 3 people left to vote. One vote for the reverend father and he swings; all three votes for TESS (this execution should stop) or anyone else, and he's saved. No-one else can be lynched tonight.
Posted by AristonAstuanax (# 10894) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by la vie en rouge:
(By the way, if you find me suspicious, the fanatic is welcome to investigate me. I have nothing to hide.)
Oh Really, Miss Hodge? Personally, I think you and Burt are either in cahoots or, more likely, about to be—in fact, I think you're a defection waiting to happen! Who else would benefit from being investigated right off the bat, while they still looked innocent? It's to your advantage to have your name cleared before you even have a chance to defect so that, after you've turned against us, you can point to this whenever suspicion falls on you. You seem both too eager to point out your own ability (and my own, if I hear you aright), as well as trying to whip up our fellows against me.
You honestly expect that, if I am condemned by our fellows, your overprotestations will get you anything but your back against the wall? To quote one of your playwrights, methinks the lady doth protest too much—and is only too eager to construct an extremely flimsy case that she prosecutes with enough intensity to make it look like something. Madame, sincerity is not the same thing as evidence, nor are many words cast against me the same as deduction! If anything, your overenthusiasm to have me killed and desire to be cleared while you still appear innocent incriminate you more than anything I could ever say. By your own words, we shall know you; by your deeds, you have been revealed!
Posted by Antisocial Alto (# 13810) on
:
Lt. Adler was deeply confused. First she had seen the colonel sneaking up behind her waving a noose in a threatening manner. When a young nurse spotted him, he had retreated, stammering apologies in his charming French way; but what was she to think of such behavior?
And now Alice had heard that the English General's staff was seizing murder suspects for "enhanced interrogations". She herself thought Fr. Didier was a very suspicious character. It seemed unlikely that a man of God would commit murder. But he might have decided, in Jesuitical fashion, that it was better to do an act of evil in order to save the lives of the thousands of soldiers who would be killed in the upcoming push. And after all, he was Catholic; who knew what crimes he might commit against good Protestants if his superiors told him to?
[OOC disclaimer: Anti-Catholic sentiments are Lt. Adler's, not AA's.]
Posted by AristonAstuanax (# 10894) on
:
*Sigh* Is there any way I can simply return to my abbey under watch, rather than cause you to waste one of your no doubt precious bullets on me? T'would work out much better for the both of us, I assure you . . .
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Autenrieth Road:
That's assuming that our confused friend de la Botte Trouée still has a vote coming, to replace his illicit vote for the un-nominated Lieutenant Alice Adler.
Correct assumption: votes, once cast, are unchangeable, but it is impossible to vote for someone who was not nominated, so Sylvander's first attempt was not a vote at all.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
A pro forma vote from Corporal Marley (Jay-Emm) is still required, but it cannot affect the outcome. Fr. Didier is lynched, and can post a death-scene now. As soon as I have the last vote (or decide I've waited long enough for it) I'll reveal his role.
Start thinking about your night actions now. It would help if all PMs could be sent to me as replies from the PM initially asigning your role - that way I get one PM thread per player and don't have to delete any game-related messages for reasons of space until we're done. I'll try to reply promptly with an acknowledgement so that you always have a PM to reply to.
[ 15. December 2010, 13:14: Message edited by: Eliab ]
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
I should make the following calls on night activity interactions before they arise in play:
If the Military Police Expert is killed by a night action, her target's action is still blocked. Therefore if she blocks someone who is trying to kill her, the hit fails and she survives. The Military Police Expert cannot prevent the Expert Sapper's bomb from exploding. She can prevent the bomb from being set, or from being moved (in which case it remains ‘live'). She cannot prevent the Aviation Expert from wounding his killer.
If the Special Brigade Expert is killed by a night action while conducting a gas attack against his killer, he simply dies and the gas attack fails (even if the Nurse delays his death). If he is killed while conducting a gas attack against anyone else, the gas attack still goes off.
As previously stated, if the Expert Sapper is killed setting or moving the bomb, it will not explode. This remains the case if the Nurse delays her death. If the Expert Sapper has a live bomb and is killed in the night, the explosion is the last thing that happens; if she has a live bomb and is lynched, it explodes that night before anything else happens, and the victim's night action is wasted.
If the Fanatic is killed by a night action, he will not live to report the results of any investigation, unless the Nurse saves him, in which case his action succeeds and he can report his findings the next day (he doesn't have to - but it'll be the last chance he gets).
The Nurse must still be alive in the morning for his ministrations to be effective. If the Nurse dies, his patients die as well.
If the Traitor is targetted for killing by a Conspirator whom she is investigating, she is killed. If she is targetted for killing by a Conspirator while investigating a different Conspirator, then she successfully defects and the hit on her will be called off. When the Traitor is killed her role will be revealed as "Traitor" - you won't learn whether she had successfully defected before being killed.
If a Conspirator commiting murder is killed by a night action, the hit still succeeds. The murderer of a gas victim will be gassed, but the murder still happens. The only events that can prevent the Conspirator doing murder are an investigation of the would-be killer by the Military Police Expert or the explosion of a bomb triggered by the previous day's lynching.
I think that's all possible combinations accounted for, but I'll leave it to you lot to come up with some complication I hadn't considered.
(And don't try reading anything into the gender pronouns used: the role descriptions were written with random gender before roles were assigned, and this post simply uses the opposite gender to those descriptions in each case).
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
If Father Didier is lynched, who is going to celebrate our Easter communion? Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Can the Huguenots stump up someone to provide us with a memorial morsel?
(Being a good CofEer, I am both Catholic and Protestant.)
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Eliab:
A pro forma vote from Corporal Marley (Jay-Emm) is still required, but it cannot affect the outcome. Fr. Didier is lynched, and can post a death-scene now. As soon as I have the last vote (or decide I've waited long enough for it) I'll reveal his role.
Start thinking about your night actions now. It would help if all PMs could be sent to me as replies from the PM initially asigning your role - that way I get one PM thread per player and don't have to delete any game-related messages for reasons of space until we're done. I'll try to reply promptly with an acknowledgement so that you always have a PM to reply to.
Apologies for the delay..
Jacob doesn't want to risk the embarrassment of his peers, if he changed his mind so casts his ballet for dibler
Posted by AristonAstuanax (# 10894) on
:
Blessed Father Didier, OCSO, monastic, priest, and martyr
Those who are unjustly accused, civilian victims of war, refugees, cenobites, church restorers, the deaf, brewers.
Born 15 December in Zeebrugge, Flanders . . .
Accounts of his last days tells us that, following a summons issued by the military authority in Ypres, Fr. Didier left his beloved abbey, never to return. His religious lifestyle and zealous Catholic faith made him many enemies during his short time in that town; even an attempt to restore a shelled church met with the ire of the man who was using the consecrated crypt as a tavern. At sunset of the Monday of Holy Week that year, a firing squad was drawn from a regiment of Welsh troops stationed nearby; according to local tradition, the soldiers who took part in his execution perished a few years later while taking part in an ill-fated archaeological expedition in Egypt.
As the sun set, witnesses were struck by his calm, silent demeanor, almost as if he were unaware of the noise and confusion surrounding him. Even as his body fell, his eyes remained fixed on the cross atop a distant church that was illuminated by the last rays of the day. Even during the war, reports of apparitions were not uncommon; after its end, when the church Father Didier had begun to restore was once more prepared for Christian worship, the consecrated Hosts in the tabernacle he had opened on the day of his death were found uncorrupted and in perfect condition, despite the intervening months. His remains were translated from the battlefield cemetery where he was buried to what is now the Basilica Shrine of Blessed Father Didier in Ypres.
[ 15. December 2010, 17:53: Message edited by: AristonAstuanax ]
Posted by Dafyd (# 5549) on
:
Laicatell was overcome by a sense of the tragedy of existence, and sought to express it in verse.
We lynched poor Father Didier.
He was innocent. Oh dear.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Beside the infallible decree of the Church for Father Didier's beatification, it is probably superfluous to point out that he was, indeed, innocent - an Allied Civilian.
It is, however, worthwhile to reveal the lesser-known fact that his life and work close to the Ypres front-line, and consequent exposure to month after month of bombardment, had made the Blessed Father something of an Expert on Artillery. To this day, Belgian farmers working the land around Ypres have been known to invoke Father Didier's protection, that the old shells turned up by the plough each year may, by his intercession, prove to be duds.
Night falls...
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Good beer was hard to come by these days, and Battista deeply regretted the death of any brewster. He was doubly sorry that Fr.Didier, despite all his deaf fumblings about, had proved not to be a dangerous conspirator.
The religious he acknowledged as necessary; after all a decent funeral was generally followed by a lot of drinking. A keg of ale having recently come into his possession, he decided that drinks on the house were in order to at least celebrate one who had been a maker of beer. And who knew, but that the prayers of the good father in the sanctuary upstairs might prove to be the best protection Batty's Bar had ever had. It also made him think deeply about the people on Major Daute's list who had been so keen to see blood spilled.
Battista poured drinks all round, raised a battered cup and said "Here's to Fr Didier. May he rest in peace now and rise in glory. Perhaps he will spare a prayer for all us left below in this hell-hole."
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
Well, I didn't vote for good father... (funny how everyone becomes the 'good' whoever when they die, isn't it?). But here's who did:
Stage 1: All nominees still executable.
Lt. Burt (CuppaT)
Hodge (VR)
Bradshaw (Amorya)
Lord Jarvis (JFH)
Battista (BL)
(Hearte, Cpt. Slackbladder and AR voted for Sylvain)
Stage 2: Sylvain still executable
Leo
Agnes (Hennah)
Sylvan(der)
(Harry [iF] voted for Sylvain; Dafyd voted TESS; Didier for Hodge).
Stage 3: No-one else executable, but Didier savable
Alice (Antisocial Alto)
We can't really draw any conclusions from this yet, but we might be able to later if we play our cards right.
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
Thinking a little more, I'll admit that I'm not the fanatic, but I have a suggestion for whoever is: investigate Sylvan. If Sylvan is guilty, you clear four of us.
Posted by Amorya (# 2652) on
:
Oh my! Who would have thought majority opinion could be so wrong? I'm a little anxious that our collective detective skills (hey, that rhymes!) got us off to such a bad start.
Eliza wanders back to her quarters, making sure to bolt the door behind her. This botched lynching seems to herald an ill wind, and she can do naught but hope to steer clear of its path. Without knowing who to trust, she curls up under her blanket, trying fitfully to get some sleep. She cannot forget her part in voting for the innocent, and this combines with fear of the conspirators to form an atmosphere of looming dread.
Dread. Rhymes with dead. She'll have to tell that Welsh poet that one.
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Hart:
Thinking a little more, I'll admit that I'm not the fanatic, but I have a suggestion for whoever is: investigate Sylvan. If Sylvan is guilty, you clear four of us.
Maybe you ought to explain this, please? Which four?
Oh, and thanks for summing up who voted at what moment.
[ 16. December 2010, 08:02: Message edited by: Sylvander ]
Posted by Dafyd (# 5549) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Sylvander:
Maybe you ought to explain this, please? Which four?
Hearte, Slackbladder, Rhoda, and Bournemouth. Who would all then have voted for a guilty person at a point when that person could have been lynched.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
I'd like to keep things moving at night - please could anyone who has a possible night action PM me even if they are doing nothing.
For future nights I suggest the following:
I'll call 'morning' after I have orders from everyone, or I think I've waited long enough. I'll give everyone at least 24 hours. I'll be a bit more generous with the main roles (Conspirator, Fanatic, Traitor, Nurse), as these players are almost always going to want to do something, than with the supporting roles (Sapper, Military Police, Special Brigade) which are either one-off actions or potentially double-edged. If players with supporting roles don't speak up within a day, then I'll assume they don't want to act.
This time round, though, I'll wait to hear from everyone unless things get excessively slow.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
quote:
things moving at night
Goodness, Major Daute, I'm trying to get a whole ward of drunken invalids to stay put and rest, and you're encouraging them to move about. Tsk.
Rhoda retreated to her curtained cubbyhole at the end of the ward and softly said Compline before laying her head on the pillow and pulling the thin blanket over herself.
Posted by Hennah (# 9541) on
:
Agnés was extremely disturbed. Didier had actually been killed. She was horrified. Being a country girl, she was quite used to death in the animal kingdom, an unfortunate creature reaching the end of its useful life, etc, but murder?
She had thought she was being a good girl, having being brought up to respect her elders, and had voted with Battista as she was sure he knew something that she didn't, and it would all work out in the end.
Mon Dieu! How horrible. She resolved not to be so trusting in the future.
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Hart:
Stage 3: No-one else executable, but Didier savable
Alice (Antisocial Alto)
[/QB]
You missed me off
Stage 4: ...
Jacob (Jay-Emm)
I assert that I'd planned to in the absence of anyone making a Mafia claim (as in my post on Tuesday).
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Jay-Emm:
[QUOTE]casts his ballet for dibler
What does "dibler" mean? The word seems to be in none of my dictionaries, nor is it a player. And it seems the vote isn't even listed further down.
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
Jay-Emm! Behave! Cross posters will be summarily shot! (And explain "dibler" to me, pls).
Posted by Dafyd (# 5549) on
:
Misspelling Didier?
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
And I thought it was the artillery specialist who was supposed to be deaf!
Agnes, I was voting purely in the best interests of your place of employment remaining open. This is a war; and no-one is to be trusted, even seemingly innocent little girls. Perhaps especially seemingly innocent little girls, looking at some of the votes which proved decisive.
All I wanted was Father Didier to be detained by the authorities. I did not believe he wound be rounded up and summarily executed.
But am I surprised? Non. Who of us has not witnessed such barbarity before? And may I remind you it was Corporal Marley who so eagerly accused the Father as the first nomination and Lt.Alice who was quick to follow by nominating Sylvain second. If they are working together, then perhaps they did not mind which one was taken out. Lt.Alice cast the deciding vote, and Corporal Marley the last one. Perhaps this too is significant. What do you think?
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
The sheer number of nominations makes me suspect that the conspirators are hiding in there among the nominators. I'm not sure if we should more suspect the early nominators or the late nominators. The early nominators would be making a preemptive strike: nominating the innocent before one of their guilty conspiratorial selves is nominated. The late nominators would be trying for a hung vote or else trying to deflect attention from an early-nominated conspirator. So maybe we should be looking among all the nominators, plus, say, the first three nominees.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
DAY 2 – “The six-inch tolls the knell of parting day”
The field artillery officer wades through the liquid mud of the communication trench as he heads to the howitzer pit overlooking the salient. The daylight is just beginning to show, and sentries stand to at their posts, wary of a dawn attack. As the officer arrives at his destination, the gunners make a show of saluting, but are wise enough not to spring to attention and show their heads above the sandbags.
“Sergeant Tork?”
“Sir!”
“I’m right in thinking that you’re a Lutheran, aren’t I, Dietrich? Not a Roman Catholic?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good. Very Good. Then I have a target for you. The Trappist place. One of our snipers believes that the British are using the bell tower for observation. There’s a man stationed there, at first light every day. Can you hit the tower?”
Sgt Dietrich Tork peers at the distant abbey in the pale light. Compared to the rest of Ypres, the war has been relatively kind to the sparse collection of outlying buildings. They were thought to have no strategic importance at all. But the range and bearing are marked - just as all the salient's landmarks are - in his field manual. He glances back at the officer, and places his hand possessively on the breech of his beloved Krupp 15cm sFH13.
“It’s a long shot sir. Almost out of range, but the height should help. Not if there’s a wind, I shouldn’t think, but on a calm morning like today, well, there’s a chance, sir. That’s all.”
“Three shells. Second and third as quick as you can make them. I want the observer dead, so make the first count, if you can.”
“Yes sir.”
Over four miles away, Brother Thelonius stands at the small window in the bell tower of the monastery of Saint Sixtus. He has heard of Father Didier’s death, and has prayed all night for vengeance and for forgiveness. “Is there any faith” he wonders “strong enough to accept this insanity?”
But the new day brings hope. As it always does. Whatever the horrors and sins of the past, each dawn is a theophany. The monk stares east towards the sun rising over the German lines, as he does every morning, and lets the light of God’s promises into his heart.
The first shell strikes the bell-tower squarely, blasting tha ancient stones apart and destroying everything inside. The second falls short, the mud smothering the blast. Sergeant Tork does not fire the third. The collapse of the tower makes it unnecessary, and there is no sense in provoking British counter-battery fire.
Brother Thelonius is not the only casualty of the night. The same morning, soldier-poet Lt. Dai Laicattell is found murdered.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
I should say expressly that the prosecution phase begins and nominations are now open (and will remain open for the next 30 hours or so).
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
We lynched the wrong priest and now lost the Welshman (or is that a perk?).
These conspirators are bad! Murdering an invalid, cowards! And a poet (sort of) to boot (can one say this for an amputee?).
I can't find much conspicuous in the few things he was saying before his death, can anyone? Are we any the wiser? I promise not to vote for someone not nominated this time.
Meanwhile Sylvain de la Botte Trouée tried his hand at poetry in the crude tongue of Shakespeare:
In memoriam
Lieutenant Dai is gone
He was ever so much fun.
He will be sorely missed
So let's all go get pissed
off
Could be improved upon but would have to do for now.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
I ought to have said explicitly that Dai Laicattell was an Allied Soldier.
Posted by Dafyd (# 5549) on
:
Lt Laicatell put on his artificial leg. It felt funny. He took it off only to find that it had been smeared with fast-acting contact poison. What sick minds would come up with such a method of killing he wondered? Why was he chosen? He could only presume that his killers were moved by envy at his poetic gifts.
He had enough time to compose his epitaph:
I am dead.
'Nuff is said.
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
And, as Dai voted TESS, we learn nothing from this assassination. (Well... nothing except the fact that I can stop making that foul Welsh Rarebit he insisted on eating).
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
Whatever TESS was supposed to mean... It's all dibler to me.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
TESS = This Execution Should Stop, a.k.a. No Lynching.
May Lieutenant Dai Laicatell rest in peace and rise in glory. What's going to happen to the level of culture now that we are bereft of his poetry?
Help, help, can someone help me clear these stones away? Maybe Brother Thelonius, has survived this terrible shelling.
[ 17. December 2010, 13:52: Message edited by: Autenrieth Road ]
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Autenrieth Road:
So maybe we should be looking among all the nominators, plus, say, the first three nominees.
Or perhaps the first four nominees. The third to be nominated last time was Miss Bradshaw, and the fourth was Miss Hodge.
Battista wiped down the table where the Welsh poet had always sat to write. It seemed that whoever sat there to drink could not help but begin to spout poetry. He shrugged. War (and wine) did strange things to some men.
He also wondered why the outspoken and self-confident Miss Hodge was now so very quiet.
For now though, it was time to drink to the memory of the fallen poet. "The bar is open, and it will be a free drink to whoever can offer some lines of poetry in memory of Lt.Dai. A brandy for you, Colonel Sylvain?"
[ 17. December 2010, 16:56: Message edited by: Banner Lady ]
Posted by The Great Gumby (# 10989) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Banner Lady:
quote:
Originally posted by Autenrieth Road:
So maybe we should be looking among all the nominators, plus, say, the first three nominees.
Or perhaps the first four nominees. The third to be nominated last time was Miss Bradshaw, and the fourth was Miss Hodge.
"I must admit," said Slackbladder, "While I can hardly complain, seeing that your calculations seem to make me immune from suspicion, your methodology appears to be about as watertight as a sieve which has been lying in no man's land for the last month.
"You're assuming a logical, rational strategy on the part of the conspirators - which, given the way this war's going, isn't even something I'd expect from our generals. More than that, though, you and Lt Hearte are missing something crucial, in that you're both assuming, based on slightly less evidence than a homeopathic remedy for being blown to bits, that someone in the nomination phase will have been a conspirator.
"Your assumption is more of a suspicion, although publicly suspecting about half the available candidates is about as much help as a helmet made out of playdough, but Hearte's is very interesting. He says that as Dai voted TESS, we learn nothing. That implies that we would have discovered something important had he voted for a candidate for lynching - a suggestion I reject - but I assume his reasoning will have been that the conspirators are more likely to have bumped off someone who suspected them, even if at this stage they had no evidence to support their suspicions, and were making a wild stab in the dark.
"If this is the case (a big assumption, but it seems to be Hearte's), his murder surely tells us that none of the candidates who received votes for a lynching are conspirators, and that group went instead for the one person who rejected all the false leads followed by others. If Hearte disagrees with this reasoning, maybe he could tell us why?"
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
The lieutenant is dead.
Not bashed in the head,
Or smothered in bed,
But poisoned by stealth
By a nasty mean elf
Who ruined Dai's health.
(Busking for free drinks. Not perhaps what a dignified nurse would usually be found doing, but Ypres was proving to be a strange and dangerous place, and the bar was warm.)
[ 17. December 2010, 18:51: Message edited by: Autenrieth Road ]
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
It's gone awfully quiet in here!
quote:
Originally posted by The Great Gumby:
"You're assuming a logical, rational strategy on the part of the conspirators - which, given the way this war's going, isn't even something I'd expect from our generals.
Captain Slackbladder, I'm sure you have more insight into the inscrutable ways of generals than this humble nurse does, but if we're going to assume the conspirators are acting irrationally, then we have only random luck to count on in catching them.
quote:
More than that, though, you and Lt Hearte are missing something crucial, in that you're both assuming, based on slightly less evidence than a homeopathic remedy for being blown to bits, that someone in the nomination phase will have been a conspirator.
Ahem, us Red Cross nurses deal with slightly more powerful cures than homeopathy! A nice cup of tea and a biscuit, for example.
I present Exhibit A: six people nominated in round 1. Doesn't that seem slightly high to you? It does to me. My suspicion is that the high numbers were caused by at least one of the conspirator(s) putting their grubby fingers on the scales of justice, and leaping into the nominating fray. The alternative possibility is that the innocent collectively had a nominating frenzy. Possible, but bizarre if so.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
"And a glass of wine for you, Ma'm'selle, unless you would prefer something stronger?"
"Actually, Captain Slackbladder, you are not at all immune from suspicion. It did make me wonder about the importance of your role when those running this show decided a substitute must be got for Private Romana. This might not have been so very necessary if you were just an allied soldier or civilian, and therefore more easily expendable. Now a little poesy please, or you will have to pay for your drink."
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
Now what shall we do?
I haven't got a clue.
was Sylvain's entry to the European Meistersinger of Ypres song contest. As for analysis (aka glorified guesswork) he had never seen it work it in online Mafia except in hindsight. Blindly hitting all round until one chances upon hard facts (ideally a baddie), then start analysing, that was about it.
Posted by Amorya (# 2652) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Amorya:
Dread. Rhymes with dead. She'll have to tell that Welsh poet that one.
Oh dear me. It seems I won't be telling him anything any more. This is getting quite out of hand, I do declare!
I would like to hear what Lavinia Hodge has to say. She voiced her suspicions of Fr Didier yesterday. Granted, this was after he nominated her, but she did talk her mafia skills up quite a lot.
Lt Alice Adler has been fairly quiet. She got an early nomination in (and at present we don't know if her nominee is guilty or innocent) but then hasn't said much. My only fleeting thought there is that if she's a quiet player in general, making a nomination so early might be a bit out of character, but that doesn't tell me much.
Nurse Rhoda Autenrieth, who nominated Didier (an innocent), said she nominated first to get the ball rolling and because the nominee played in the last game (which is a reasonable thing to do if going for random accusations, I guess). She's been vocal enough on the forums so I'm not suspicious of her silence, but I've no idea what to think otherwise.
Then of course there's Col Sylvain. He was the second choice of last round. I didn't vote for him partly because I didn't want it to seem like tit-for-tat just because he nominated me (since his reasons there were sound), but I have no other reason to be confident in his innocence. He had a bit of a back-and-forth regarding Hodge, and he seemed quite unimpressed by her suspicion of Didier. He said early on that he didn't think conspirators nominated early on Day 1, so thought Alice Adler was innocent — but then he tried to vote for her anyway in the lynching. Confused much? Again, though, this doesn't tell us anything concrete.
And then we have Major Conte Leo di Leonato, who has also been very quiet this game. Not that he nominated anyone, but I just found that my notes about him were conspicuously lacking.
Anyway, I'm going to stop now, because I could go through everyone in this manner: the conclusion is I don't have any info!
I don't want this to turn into something where we lynch anyone who is active (i.e only considering those who nominate or whatever). Ideally everyone should be fairly active in this thread, and we want to encourage that, so adding negative consequences probably isn't a great plan. However, we don't have many leads at the moment.
Eliza Bradshaw
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
Jacob cursed, first the person he nominated turned out to be innocent, second the last words of the Welshman were a rebuke of his spelling.
He reflected, <if> the theory that some nominations were a smokescreen then in the absence of knowledge, Didier was highest to be mafia, tending to lowest at Dai.
Again following this theory Lord Fastolfe was the most suspicious accusation and his (Marley's) own the least.
However now more was known, Didier was innocent, this meant:
Hodge was not part of a smokescreen (so only the cause of smokescreen odds remain, and coincidence)
Didier was not the cause of the smokescreen so Marley was back in the frame (I'm not sure how far).
Furthermore Dai was known to be innocent..how did this affect the possible narratives.
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Amorya:
...
Nurse Rhoda Autenrieth, who nominated Didier (an innocent), said she nominated first to get the ball rolling and because the nominee played in the last game (which is a reasonable thing to do if going for random accusations, I guess). She's been vocal enough on the forums so I'm not suspicious of her silence, but I've no idea what to think otherwise.
...
Is that misattributed? Possibly because my nomination was so badly phrased that it got merged with the first follow up.
Not that Jacob won't be glad if the other soldiers forget who was responsible for an innocents death.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Ahem, it was most definitely Corporal Marley and not me who got the ball rolling. I was making beds and rolling bandages when the nominations started.
Posted by Amorya (# 2652) on
:
Ack, sorry. Posting on phone so will be brief here. I was going from my notes, which obviously contain an error. I will set the record fully straight tomorrow, but meanwhile please accept my profound apologies.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
"Six accusations yesterday", mutters Major Daute. "Today, nothing. I'll give them a few more hours."
But what then, he wonders. He could, of course, simply have someone shot and see if that improves things. But no, the important thing is that he shouldn't be accountable for any of this mess at all. Besides, the suspects might be quiet, but they weren't exactly inactive. Daute shakes his head in admiration. Poison on a false leg. Good God, but that's sly. Whatever will they get up to next?
[OOC] I'm unwilling to time out nominations, since that's a fairly fundamental part of process of finding conspirators. But you've all had long enough to discuss your plans for today, and it's time to nominate. If, in the next 24 hours, I'm at a computer and see at least two nominations, then I'll start the defence phase. After that, I'll call time at my discretion, whether we have any accusations or not, and if not, night will fall.[/OOC]
quote:
Originally posted by Banner Lady:
It did make me wonder about the importance of your role when those running this show decided a substitute must be got for Private Romana. This might not have been so very necessary if you were just an allied soldier or civilian, and therefore more easily expendable.
[Another OOC note] I would have tried to find a substitute for any player dropping out at that stage - precisely to avoid the line of reasoning that a substituted role must be important. Cpt Slackbladder has simply inherited Pte Romana's random die rolls. He could be anyone.[/OOC]
Posted by Amorya (# 2652) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Autenrieth Road:
Ahem, it was most definitely Corporal Marley and not me who got the ball rolling. I was making beds and rolling bandages when the nominations started.
Let the correction stand. I've gone back and re-read the thread, and I've no idea how I got that one confused. Many apologies to Nurse Rhoda.
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
Well, someone's got to go first. I nominate Sylvain. I still think the large number of nominations may well have been caused by a conspirator being nominated early, so he's my best guest.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Battista knew from years of running a bar, that it was best to not trust anyone entirely. And while he was deeply suspicious of those who were quick to point the finger, and those who felt the best tactic was aggression, he was more deeply suspicious of those who did not drink the good stuff of life.
He was inclined therefore to nominate either Miss Hodge (who had not patronized his establishment at all) or Lt.Alice (who had only ordered milk). They had both been very quiet, but knowing there was now such inclement weather hampering all European activities, he decided to nominate Lt.Alice.
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Amorya:
Then of course there's Col Sylvain. He was the second choice of last round. I didn't vote for him partly because I didn't want it to seem like tit-for-tat just because he nominated me (since his reasons there were sound),
For nominations I was swaying between you and Alice Adler. After you had spoken my memory fooled me into thinking I had nominated Alice which is why I tried voting for her.
quote:
Originally posted by Amorya:
but I have no other reason to be confident in his innocence. He had a bit of a back-and-forth regarding Hodge, and he seemed quite unimpressed by her suspicion of Didier.
This time round I am undecided between Lavinia Hodge (who has fallen quiet all of a sudden) and Alice Adler.
quote:
Originally posted by Amorya:
He said early on that he didn't think conspirators nominated early on Day 1,
Did I?
quote:
Originally posted by Amorya:
so thought Alice Adler was innocent — but then he tried to vote for her anyway in the lynching. Confused much? Again, though, this doesn't tell us anything concrete.
As I said I think that analysis is guesswork until we hit a mafioso or detective. So when (if) I said conspirators often do not nominate early experience bears this out to a point. But all such statements based on past experience are most uncertain (Last time round all three mafiosi voted for the first person to be lynched - and Eliab's entire reasoning later was based on the wrong assumption they would never do this.)
My personal favourite speculation is the quietness-is-suspicious rule - but it is only relatively "safe" compared to the other ones available. None should ever be treated as a continuous base (hence my gut-feeling suspicion of Lavinia).
Quietness is why I tried voting for Alice.
Admittedly I find Lavinia (despite her speaking much until recently) very suspicious, too. But for the reasons specified I'll nominate Alice Adler. Actually I thought about not nominating at all this day, but seeing I have been nominated...
PS: I would not greatly mind being lynched: as I am no special citizen I would not be a big loss for my team (compared to others). But make sure that when you found out about my innocence you know good conclusions to draw from my death
Posted by leonato (# 5124) on
:
Conte Leo suddenly realises that sitting in a bar drinking gallons of piss-poor Belgian wine means that you both miss out on what is going on, and get a terrible hangover.
He still believes that at least one of the enemy nominated last time round and that most, if not, all of them would have voted to lynch poor old Fr Didier.
Given these two things the most likely suspects are Sylvian and Alice Adler. Now they have nominated each other things are certainly interesting. Let us hope one of them is guilty (but which?).
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Hart:
I nominate Sylvain
quote:
Originally posted by Banner Lady:
nominate Lt.Alice
That's two.
Prosecution phase over. Defence phase begins. It'll last until 10pm GMT Monday (roughly 48 hours from now) to give at least one whole weekday for the accused to answer the charges against them. If both accused rest their cases before then, we'll start voting sooner.
Posted by CuppaT (# 10523) on
:
Burt put down his third empty glass, Belgian beer this time. He appreciated the ability to drink here in Europe without anyone looking at him twice. In America he wouldn't be allowed for a few more years.
He leaned over to the next table to Conte Leo and said, "They didn't really nominate each other, you know. Harte nominated Sylvain. And Batty and Sylvain nominated Lt. Alice at about the same time."
Two is a good number. We shall see. Burt left to polish boots and his equipment. He wasn't seeing much action lately and the wait was getting to him.
Posted by JFH (# 14794) on
:
So, Le Colonel and and Lt Adler are on the line today, so far. I do not think that Le Colonel Sylvain de la Boutte Trouée is guilty. I do this for the reason that Lt Hearte pointed out at the bar late last night: the fanatic. While there are many suspicious creatures and critters here, of varying nationalities, I find it likely that the fanatic would have investigated de la Boutte Trouée, at least one of them (the fanatics, not the French family). Yes, I believe that there are more than one fanatic - in the army everyone is crazy, especially when people are dying like flies and so few can survive this terrible climate for long. [i.e. the playing field is levelled against the city when the mafia is guaranteed a kill every night, and the GM probably wants to make it more even. As soon as a fanatic shows up, he's gone, so there may be more than one. Also, the MP, the traitor, the artilleryman and the aviator are all weakening the bright side more than the dark side, since the mafioso are easily replacable if suspended.] The fanatic ought to have been the first to have made his voice clear, or at least among the first, had Le Colonel been guilty, and it would've been easy to do under a disguise, since he's already evidently one of the most suspected person around.
The silence apart from the eager Lt Hearte I take as speaking in the defence of Le Colonel.
However, I am most suspicious of Lavinia Hodge, whose silence is speaking another language. However, I just realized that just as I say this, Major Daute, the self-ordained voice of God, has run off with the list of accused people, and thus my suspicions will have to wait for another day or so, which might be just as well, since I have no proof apart from her odd appearance, running on and off in talking, and going on and on about her importance.
I believe she is a traitor, but I am not sure - I want to hear more from her, though.
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by CuppaT:
He leaned over to the next table to Conte Leo and said, "They didn't really nominate each other, you know. Harte nominated Sylvain. And Batty and Sylvain nominated Lt. Alice at about the same time."
They did in the first round (nominations 2 and 3). Which is interesting. Not quite sure how interesting yet, but definitely interesting.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
"Mon ami, I think you will find that the second nomination was Lt.Adler (Antisocial Alto) nominating Col Sylvain (Sylvander); and the third nomination was Col.Sylvain nominating Miss Bradshaw (Amorya). All of these young ladies definitely seem to be worth watching, as no doubt some of the patrons of the bar would fully concur.
Had I realized that I was cross-posting with Hearte, I would have definitely altered my nomination to being for Miss Hodge. If this is not allowable, then she has been most blessed by Madame Fortune. S'l'vie."
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
I hate this fucking mud thought Sgt Bournemouth as he trudged from the ordnance dump at the end of another confusing day. He'd heard that there were calls for another lynching over the dead General and hi appetite for a nice little barney had been whetted. The only other thing needing whetting now was his palette, so he headed swiftly towards the bar. So, who'll it be? Lieutenant Alice or the bloody Colonel who I didn't-really vote for last time? Best get to where I can hear what these wankers have to say for themselves.
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Banner Lady:
"Mon ami, I think you will find that the second nomination was Lt.Adler (Antisocial Alto) nominating Col Sylvain (Sylvander); and the third nomination was Col.Sylvain nominating Miss Bradshaw (Amorya).
You're right. Sorry, all these years of reading idiot waiters' handwriting has made my own almost as bad... "Ao" for "Antisocial alto" and "Aa" for Amorya look kind of similar in my notes in this light.
Posted by la vie en rouge (# 10688) on
:
Lavinia returns from hours of practising Mozart on the cello (there may be a war on but it doesn’t do to lose one’s culture altogether) listening to the Tchaikovsky concert in Paris on the radio and dragging the Christmas tree (it may be Easter but Lavinia wants to make sure she’s prepared ) back to the barracks in the snow all the while cursing her leaky footwear that got her feet soaking wet, to learn about the latest assassinations. Finally she has managed to get near a telegraph machine. She finds herself accused of the crime, which is to be expected, I suppose, taken the way things turned out yesterday.
I DIDNT DO IT STOP
It goes without saying that I am innocent. Obviously I was profoundly and humiliatingly wrong last time, but if I really was a murderer, I would have kept quieter. It helps the innocent if we talk,* but it’s hard to tell this time round if the innocent have been talking or not. I suspect at least one of the conspirators is being rather talkative, actually. (Admittedly this doesn’t get me off the hook, but such is life.)
While I made the nomination of the priest (and I remind you that I didn’t say I was certain I was right, only that it looked to me like the best shot in a bad situation) I was far from the only one to vote that way. So my mistake was to the clear advantage of the mob, who I think probably offered less reasoning than me in the hopes of getting me to carry the can on the pretext that they were just following the crowd in order to ensure a lynching.
Anyway, me being dead helps no one except the conspiracy.
*Note to everyone – verbosity helps the innocent. It may bore the pants off the hosts, but that’s why we send them chocolate later
Posted by Dafyd (# 5549) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Imaginary Friend:
The only other thing needing whetting now was his palette, so he headed swiftly towards the bar.
From his grave, Laicatell's ghost was intrigued by the suggestion that Bournemouth proposed using ale to mix oil paints.
Posted by Amorya (# 2652) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by la vie en rouge:
*Note to everyone – verbosity helps the innocent. It may bore the pants off the hosts, but that’s why we send them chocolate later
This at least is true
The problem at the moment, of course, is that I doubt many people have much of a clue what's going on. So innocent people end up being quiet because they have nothing much to say, and guilty people can then be quiet and not stand out too much. I'm not saying I've been great at copious talking myself, but I have at least tried to post a few possibilities and reasons (which did make me look a bit of an ass when I misattributed one, but oh well).
As for this round of voting, I'm inclined to vote for Lt Alice if she doesn't reply soon. I'm not voting for her just yet, but if the votes all start getting cast then a lack of reply could be a cause for concern. (I won't, of course, do anything stupid like force a tie, since I still believe lynching people needs to happen for the town to win.)
quote:
Originally posted by la vie en rouge:
I DIDNT DO IT STOP
Regarding Hodge's protestations, the logic [in her post] seems sound at face value, but there is still something that doesn't quite ring true to me. It's not the voting for Didier that I find suspicious (after all, I voted for him myself), but something in the style of speech does make me consider double bluffs: " if I really was a murderer, I would have kept quieter" — unless you know the game so well that you can tell people this whilst talking a lot, and hope that it gets you overlooked!
These suspicions are still nothing concrete, and Hodge hasn't been nominated this round anyway. (Even if she was, I'm not sure whether I'd vote for her just yet — it depends what other people have to say.)
Eliza Bradshaw
[ 19. December 2010, 17:26: Message edited by: Amorya ]
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Amorya:
...Regarding Hodge's protestations, the logic [in her post] seems sound at face value, but there is still something that doesn't quite ring true to me....and Hodge hasn't been nominated this round anyway.[/QB]
Jacob was wondering about that, the situation is complex in that she was nominated but past the deadline, but she doesn't seem to have picked up on this (yet).
There's another claim she's made which (again is partially true) but not to have qualified seems lacking in attention (I'm not sure if this is a Mafia defending too instinctively, a innocent distracted, a cunning villager gambit, that she's as flawed as me, or that my judgements as bad as my writing) but something seems inconsistent.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Banner Lady:
Had I realized that I was cross-posting with Hearte, I would have definitely altered my nomination to being for Miss Hodge.
I think that as the time for nominations was already past, and we were in an extension period at the time, I ought to be strict. Officer Hodge was not nominated in the Prosecution phase, and we are now in the Defence phase when further nominations are not allowed.
You may, of course, discuss her guilt or innocence as much as you like, but, for today at least, she is not going to be a candidate for lynching.
Posted by Amorya (# 2652) on
:
Hmmm. I've only just noticed that we're not in the voting phase yet. Still another 21 hours to go before we can cast our lots.
Eliza decides to take a walk. She's a bit worried at how bloodthirsty this whole business is making her: she's feeling way too eager to hand over a ballot slip that could take someone's life. The realities of war do desensitise one to the death of a human being, but that doesn't mean she has to like the side of her it brings out.
As she wanders the nearly deserted streets, Eliza tries to make eye contact with everyone she passes. If there's a conspirator amongst us, perhaps he/she will show themselves up by looking furtive.
Posted by Antisocial Alto (# 13810) on
:
Lt. Adler cowered in the darkest corner of the switchboard barracks as the lynch mob bayed outside. How could she convince them she was innocent?
She should never have pointed the finger at that poor priest or monk or whatever he was. Even a Papist didn't deserve to be shot for a crime he didn't commit. Alice couldn't help but feel that if she'd only minded her P's and Q's and stayed at her post, instead of meddling in officers' business, the priest would still be alive and she wouldn't be in this fix.
Now that she knew that the friar or vicar or whatever was innocent, Alice wondered about the motivations of Col. Sylvain and Miss Hodge. Both of them had thrown accusations wildly; the Colonel seemed to have switched allegiances several times. She thought his constant babbling might be a smokescreen. And Miss Hodge had incited the mob to attack an innocent man, and then suddenly disappeared. Could either of them be a conspirator?
It was all much too confusing. Alice longed for a soothing glass of milk and a lie-down with a good book, but the boys in the trenches needed her at her post. She put her headset back on and resumed her seat at the telephone switchboard, ready to connect the troops to their commanders.
Posted by la vie en rouge (# 10688) on
:
Interesting snippet - this time we are to decide between Lt Adler and Colonel de la Botte Trouée.
The Colonel voted for Alice last time round (despite her name not actually being on the ballot). I'm not sure what this means, but I'm sure it means something...
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Antisocial Alto:
Both of them had thrown accusations wildly; the Colonel seemed to have switched allegiances several times.
I do not think so and I am not so sure you actually do. Early on I suspected Alice Adler (you) and Eliza Bradshaw (Amorya) and wanted to keep an eye on Lavinia (la vie en rouge). My suspicion against her is rising and the reasons for suspecting Eliza (Amorya) have been alleviated by her participating in public debate. Not so much switching here, methinks.
The reason you do not want to participate in suspicion-throwing activities might be that doing so tends to produce patterns that can speak against you later. Or, if a conspirator throws suspicion on another – in order to hide these inevitable patterns – it might backfire if suddenly the crowd picks up on it and lynches him/her.
quote:
Originally posted by Antisocial Alto:
She thought his constant babbling might be a smokescreen.
Le colonel Sylvain de la Botte Trouée grants that this could be done. BUT: a) I genuinely think this is hard to do convincingly for any length of time. b) Looking back at Camp Sarastro you'll find that I sometimes tend to be a talkative citizen (and a vry quick typist).
And, sorry to say it, your post fits nicely with my theory that conspirators tend to speak more „in character“ than to utter reflections / speculations / guesses / suspicions.
quote:
Originally posted by la vie en rouge:
The Colonel voted for Alice last time round (despite her name not actually being on the ballot). I'm not sure what this means, but I'm sure it means something...
I am amazed that someone usually reading the thread so carefully should have overlooked that I already said what happened. It is fairly simple.
quote:
Originally posted by Amorya:
It may bore the pants off the hosts, but that’s why we send them chocolate later
Do we? How? If there's some real chocolate-sending on, I'm in.
quote:
Originally posted by Amorya:
The problem at the moment, of course, is that I doubt many people have much of a clue what's going on. So innocent people end up being quiet because they have nothing much to say,
That is true re my defense. You do not really want me to say even more than what I post here.
You know what is the worst about being nominated? IF I get lynched not only will I die and my team suffer a setback but I will not even have the consolation of a new revelation in this game before Christmas! (Unless we squeeze in another nightly murder before the break).
quote:
Originally posted by Amorya:
(which did make me look a bit of an ass ...
Thanks for keeping me company. Shall we apply for a role in the Ypres maternity play? Any volunteers for the ox?
quote:
Originally posted by Amorya:
Eliza Bradshaw
Shipmates who impersonate a lady but really are men are of course inherently a bit suspicious! Why, you might fool me into proposing to you! And what a nasty shock that would be.
Posted by JFH (# 14794) on
:
Intoxicated by the sweet, sweet chocolaty blessings of Belgium, for a brief moment Lord Fastolfe decides to speak in the manner and lingo of these local thugs and theorists (the theologist is dead), expressed in a short snippet of words, supposedly filled with some truth.
It seems Lavinia Hodge does not want to see Lt Adler lynched, or maybe she just wants to see Le Colonel in a noose. I'm sure that counts for something.
Posted by Amorya (# 2652) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Sylvander:
quote:
Originally posted by Amorya:
Eliza Bradshaw
Shipmates who impersonate a lady but really are men are of course inherently a bit suspicious! Why, you might fool me into proposing to you! And what a nasty shock that would be.
[OOC note: I thought this might come up. I'm transgendered. So in real life I am now in fact a girl, despite various shipmates having known me as a guy before. That doesn't make much difference in most interactions on a message board, but in a role playing game where third person pronouns are used it's a bit more obvious.
Anyhow, information imparted. If anyone has questions feel free to PM me — we probably don't want to derail this thread.]
Posted by la vie en rouge (# 10688) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by JFH:
It seems Lavinia Hodge does not want to see Lt Adler lynched, or maybe she just wants to see Le Colonel in a noose. I'm sure that counts for something.
I'm not sure I said that. I just don't think it's likely they're in it together (because voting for one's co-conspirator when they haven't even been nominated strikes me as a really odd thing to do). More than that I'm not sure... I'm pretty certain the Colonel's a bit of a loose cannon, but that doesn't make a murderer.
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
"There's something that feels not quite right about the BS that these two are defending themselves with" observed Harry from the end of the bar. "Let me put it this way: I'm not saying that I believe this yet, but what if they're both in the plot and are trying to fuck with us by being obtuse all the time."
The bar quietened.
"All I'm saying right now is that when it comes to voting, we have to get a lynching or we stand no bloody chance of finding the real killers. There is reasonable cause for suspicion against both of these two so let's make sure we can unite against one or the other. I don't much mind which (although I guess I'm more suspicious of the Colonel than the lady at the moment) but I'm happy to vote for either if it secures us a killing."
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Amorya:
quote:
Originally posted by Sylvander:
quote:
Originally posted by Amorya:
Eliza Bradshaw
Shipmates who impersonate a lady but really are men are of course inherently a bit suspicious! Why, you might fool me into proposing to you! And what a nasty shock that would be.
[OOC note: I thought this might come up. I'm transgendered. So in real life I am now in fact a girl,
[tangent]
Apologies, Ms Eliza. I was not aware of this. I had only seen your remark on the shipmate's picture gallery at the start of this Mafia game. I assumed you were posting a picture of yourself as a child for some playful confusion. No revelations, let alone offense intended by me.
But don't you think this apology will stop me from accusing you should I find you looking louche ! Or proposing to you, should you dare to show up on the LO thread. Will you? [/tangent]
Posted by Chorister (# 473) on
:
Please respect Amorya's wish to receive a PM if you wish to discuss the tangent further, rather than posting on this thread.
Thank you. Chorister, Host.
Posted by AristonAstuanax (# 10894) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by JFH:
. . . (the theologist is dead), . . .
Dead? Far from it. Though I must say that my time on earth was good, being among the blessed also has its advantages. It's nice getting to talk to all these doctors of the Church at long last, especially now that, thanks to the Beatific Vision, we know where we all went wrong!
Of course, it turns out that there are a couple of things the Almighty doesn't like to let even us Beati know—knowledge of who's innocent in games of Mafia is strictly Major Saint-and-higher level information—I suppose if I'd just spent one more night studying His Scriptures back in Louvain rather than enjoying the local beer . . .
No, it was good that I enjoyed His works in my past life, and that I now enjoy that station justly given to me in His wisdom. Still—it pains me to see my former fellows fumbling about blindly . . .
quote:
Lord Fastolfe felt a comforting presence nearby, and caught a whiff of something . . . well, divine. Something like a combination of the purest dark chocolate imaginable, the essence of every Central American plantation refined into one infinitesimal quintessence, with just a hint of something . . . citrussy? Herbal? Earthy? Hops??? Who would ever think of combining hops and chocolate—or that it would ever smell this good! For a moment, he forgot his troubles and cares, lost in the etherial bliss of some unearthly comfort.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Right – who do you want to do in:
Colonel Sylvain de la Botte Trouée as proposed by Lt. Hearte,
Lt. Alice Adler as suggested by Battista Lalonde,
Or perhaps neither of them did it?
Voting commences. Everyone must vote. A consensus of eight will kill.
No time limit, but let’s try to get today finished this week, so that we can have a longish night over the Christmas holiday.
Posted by JFH (# 14794) on
:
So, a choice between a talkative Frenchman and a silent American? My ancestor, Lord Rupert Fastolfe III, told the king at the time that the Americans were not to be trusted, and rightly: they backstabbed us, when we were fighting the rest of the world! Imperialist pigs, ruled by someone who calls himself a "democrat" and who gains his popularity from keeping his nation out of war! Ha! War builds character and is good exercise for the masses!
On a side note, I see no reason why our dear brother, the Frenchman (given the amount of English blood in the French nobility, going back to the Angevins, I consider all of them my brothers), should be considered a conspiracist. It took 40 hours for him to be accused, and even then on very loose grounds.
Concerning Lt Adler, I get a bit suspicious. Hodge defends her. She has been rather silent, apart from throwing out accusations. I am unable to tell whether she is a fanatic or not, but I shall vote for her, since she is the more suspicious nominee.
Lack of lynching be the local hun,
I hope th'American proves no nun.
In memoriam, Dai Laicattell.
[ 20. December 2010, 23:26: Message edited by: JFH ]
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Ah, Lord Fastolfe, would you care for a glass of fine Dutch kirsch to go with your chocolat? Or perhaps some Grand Marnier?
We are still raising a glass to those who cling to the higher things of life even, or perhaps especially, in the face of such depressing destruction all around us; and any poetry at such a time is to be celebrated.
As to the time, well I suppose it is time to vote, and as I have nominated so I will vote for Lt Alice Adler. I am of course, never too certain of the time, but should you ever want one of those new-fangled wrist-watches which so many of the officers now prefer to wear, then there is a certain young man of the army who may well oblige you with a Rolex or Omega. Corporal Jacob or Lt.Burt might direct you - just follow the ticking sound. He generally has a good stock of them about his person, as so many watches seemed to have become detached from their owners just lately.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Tuesday in Holy Week, the day the unproductive fig tree was found withered. Let's hope we're rather more productive, and that our hopes aren't blasted. I'm marginally more convinced by Lieutenant Hearte's reasoning (his reasoning is surely as good as his tripe surprise, though maybe that's not saying much after all). Colonel Sylvain de la Botte Trouée, what are you hiding?
[are/our typo. Nothing to do with our current mission, but there's a clue to my accent.]
[ 21. December 2010, 03:29: Message edited by: Autenrieth Road ]
Posted by CuppaT (# 10523) on
:
Not a clue. I'll vote for Sylvain just to even up the count.
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Autenrieth Road:
Colonel Sylvain de la Botte Trouée, what are you hiding?
Viens et visite ma tente
This war is a bloody feminist conspiracy. Bad enough about the trenches - but even back here we only see men dying so far! So: Lt Alice Adler
Posted by la vie en rouge (# 10688) on
:
This is tricky. TBH, I have a feeling that they are both innocent. I'm not sure that voting no lynching helps either tho....
For the reasons I described earlier, I think it's very unlikely that they are both in it together. If either of them is a conspirator, I think there can only be one. For now I'm leaning towards giving the benefit of the doubt to the Colonel, who I think is probably a loose cannon rather than a murderer. Which I suppose means that I vote for Alice Adler.
I'm not at all sure I'm doing the right thing, though
Posted by The Great Gumby (# 10989) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by la vie en rouge:
This is tricky. TBH, I have a feeling that they are both innocent. I'm not sure that voting no lynching helps either tho....
Uh huh. A vote for no lynching helps both. A vote for a lynching helps one, but at the other's expense. This is elementary, and I find it odd that you would reach a conclusion that you should vote to lynch someone you believe innocent.
For myself, I vote for Lt Adler.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Sylvander:
Viens et visite ma tente
Come visit your aunt? Who is staying in your tent?
Rhoda entered the tent. No aunt, but my goodness le Colonel was messy. She knew she ought to be searching for a fast-acting contact poison, but first something far more important needed attending to. With a single practiced yank, she stripped...
.
.
.
...the bed of its tangled sheets and blanket, and began remaking it with deft hospital corners.
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
"In line with my previous logic, I'm going to hurl my not-inconfuckingsiderable weight behind the effort to lynch Alice Adler. Sorry luv, but someone's got to take a drop or we'll all be for it."
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
„Hurrah! Victoire! Vive la France!“ le colonel de la Botte Trouée roared.
So hard he had to laugh at nurse Rhoda's post (he had some German blood and was easily amused) that the champagne cork came early and with a mighty plop flew through the tent flap. (Where it unexpectedly hit a conspirator, not found dead until much later). He poured her a glass and toasted Florence Nightingale and all her little sisters!
The visit from this cute nurse was a godsend and his greatest success since Sedan. He was determined to get the maximum pleasure out of it. Sensually rubbing his hands [the selection of smilies here in Belgium was deplorably insufficient] he rapidly undressed …
… and hopped into the first pure white linen he had seen in months. The young woman found the old man was indeed veery, veery good in bed: he went straight to sleep, he didn't snore, he didn't wriggle and was not seen again until he finished his hibernation.
Posted by Amorya (# 2652) on
:
For some reason I still feel the Colonel is the less likely of the two. I'm going to follow the crowd again and go with Lt Adler this round, and I hope to goodness she's guilty. If she's not, we're in trouble. (Not least because myself and a number of others will have voted for innocents twice in a row.)
I wonder if the fanatic has found anyone yet. Large unsubtle hints please!
Eliza
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
Not so fast, Sylvain. It would require everyone left to vote for you for you to hang, but you haven't officially escaped the noose yet. To be true to my word (and to keep things interesting), I'll vote Sylvain.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Lieutenant Hearte, I hope you don't lose count in a similar way when ladling the ingredients for tonight's tripe soufflé. By my count, seven people had already voted for Lieutenant Adler before you cast your vote, meaning that le Colonel de la Botte Trouée cannot be lynched, despite your vote.
One more vote will suffice to lynch Lieutenant Adler.
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
Lt Hearte, as Miss Rhoda said, we note that you seem to have tried to hang the vote...
Apart from this le colonel mutters dreamishly in the face of fiendish Hearte's vote: "Death, where is thy sting, now that nurse R. has made my bed!"
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Sylvander:
Lt Hearte, as Miss Rhoda said, we note that you seem to have tried to hang the vote...
Apart from this le colonel mutters dreamishly in the face of fiendish Hearte's vote: "Death, where is thy sting, now that nurse R. has made my bed!"
Jacob voted for Lt Addler.
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
Jacob remembered the Major's instructions, and voted for Lt Addler to be investigated in the due process.
He reflected that there was little way to decide guilt till one mafia had been found, but any innocent was one too many. In hindsight he felt all would be clear, at the moment impenetrable fog surrounded all.
Posted by Hennah (# 9541) on
:
Agnés wondered if it would make her seem more suspicious to vote when the outcome was already decided, or more suspicious if she didn't vote at all? Being rather new to all this, she wasn't sure. So went with Lt Adler, as there seems to be no stopping the angry hordes now.
She wandered sadly back to the parlour for the afternoon milking.
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Sylvander:
Lt Hearte, as Miss Rhoda said, we note that you seem to have tried to hang the vote...
Apart from this le colonel mutters dreamishly in the face of fiendish Hearte's vote: "Death, where is thy sting, now that nurse R. has made my bed!"
It's hard to think straight with so many people talking at once: xpost with Amorya
Posted by leonato (# 5124) on
:
Leo was feeling decidedly indecisive. He had heard little that helped him decide which of the suspects was more likely to be guilty and had no great reason to choose one over the other. They were both suspicious, but there is still a very good chance that both are innocent.
Clearly while he has been thinking a decision has been made, but he decides that, since he must vote, Lt Adler was the right choice.
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Hart:
It's hard to think straight with so many people talking at once: xpost with Amorya
I find it hard to think at any time. But how would I know what I mean if I don't hear what I think?
Regarding facts le colonel, chewing on his impressive moustache grudgingly admits that the fould-mouthed beefeater is right about the x-post.
Posted by Amorya (# 2652) on
:
The suspense! How much longer must we wait?
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Only Lt. Adler still to vote, and though she might well object to the result, she can't change it. She is duly lynched and may now post a death scene.
Unfortuntely for (most of) the rest of you, she was an Allied Soldier whose work with the front line troops had made an Infantry Expert.
Posted by Amorya (# 2652) on
:
Uh oh…
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Merde! #&*@##....
Battista swore in all the languages he knew and in several dialects too. He was used to the patrons of his bar having a secret life about which it was best for him to know nothing. But the fact that the milk drinker WAS actually an innocent little girl who drank milk shook him to the core.
How typical of this brutal war that the dastardly and evil seemed to thrive while the innocent went quickly to the slaughter.
He sighed. "Agnes, please feed the cow, and make sure there is enough milk for everyone here to have a glass in memory of Lt.Alice."
Posted by Antisocial Alto (# 13810) on
:
Blindfolded, Alice shivered in the raw spring wind. Shots rang out. She was cold, so cold... but for a moment, she seemed to sense the rustling of corn stalks and the sunshine of an Illinois summer day.
[OOC note: I found a more informative article about the Hello Girls (telephone operators who connected the trenches with HQ, sometimes under combat conditions). Unfortunately I didn't see it till after I had already created my character. It turns out that my rank should have been Operator First Class, not Lieutenant.]
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
And with that night falls...
The end of a bad day for Wales, incidentally. Not only was the remarkable war poet Dai Laicattell found murdered, Welsh rugby union international Bryn Lewis was killed in Ypres today when a German shell fell onto an officer's mess.
Those of you with night actions please take them now.
My plan is to treat the period from the start of Christmas eve to midnight on 28 December as not counting towards any deadline. Anyone may post on this thread over that time, and may take any valid game action, but I won't call the end of any phase until 24 hours of ordinary time has passed.
So we might kick off the prosecution phase before Christmas, but (unless 'night' is resolved incredibly quickly, and we get onto Defence before Christmas eve) you'll get at least some time on Wednesday of next week to nominate your victim-of-choice.
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
"Fuckity fuck."
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Rhoda was woken from a deep sleep by the sound of shots to find herself curled up, Ruth-like, at the Colonel's Boaz feet. Hmmmmm. At least he wasn't snoring, wriggling, or kicking. Now how to get out of the tent without being seen by the gossip-hungry camp? She scooped up the dirty linens and piled them loosely in her arms so they hid most of her face. Then slipped out the tent-flap. She dropped them at the laundry tent and continued to the bar.
Right, what do we know? Aside from the fact that we are having tremendously bad luck at catching conspirators?
We know that Corporal Jacob Marley, Lord Jarvis Fastolfe of Harrisford, and our talented bartender Battista Lalonde (she raised her glass of milk towards the barcophagus) have nominated innocents (Father Didier, Lieutenant Dai Laicatell, and Lieutenant Alice Adler). We know that an innocent (Father Didier) nominated Second Officer Lavinia Hodge.
On the other hand, as Nurse Bradshaw has pointed out, we don't want to necessarily penalize people for making nominations. So I don't know if the above information makes any of the named people more suspicious than anyone else.
I don't know what to conclude from the voting patterns except to note that an early imbalance of votes towards one nominee tends to quickly snowball into a lynching.
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
Bloody hell!
Still, at least for me - who now knows that in this round we only had two innocent nominees (you can verify by lynching me and as this is a team game if this helps to spread certitude among the honest I'd even almost be all for it) but meanwhile let us speculate at leisure - this death might indicate a few things. (This is what lynching is all about).
Let us see. What would you consider doing if you were Mafia?
For instance:
Mafia were the only ones who knew that there were only two innocents on the line.
In this situation Mafia have no significant reason to prefer the one over the other. A no-lynching is highly unlikely but it is the only option they want to avoid. So they wish to delay at least one of their votes (with only two nominees one is enough) until late to make sure that there is no hung vote. Therefore: Look for at least one conspirator among those voting anytime after the outcome was decided. (Once the outcome was clear there was no need to wait any longer).
If I were Mafia I would not be the first to vote - rather wait for the first two or so votes to see which way the wind is blowing and then throw your weight behind it.
A Mafioso is unlikely to be someone who levels the vote early on. CuppaT leveled the score to 2 - 2 (after a 2-0 for Alice) this round. I'd venture the conjecture that she is not Mafia (or it is clever bluffing).
Someone (I think Hearte) avoided the fatal blow to Alice (as both AR and I quickly pointed out), making a hung vote slightly(!) more likely. Can one read something into this, i.e. would it prove Hearte innocent (as Mafia would precisely want to avoid a hung vote)? It could mean something, if only his action had been deliberate - but it was not, as it was due to a crosspost.
But even if it was premeditated it might be a bluff - a Mafioso voting in direction of a hung vote, but on the relatively safe assumption that one of the remaining four or five players would pull the trigger anyway since there is a dominant mood (me included) that lynchings are necessary to disclose information.
Question: how likely do we think such a bluff is? I think it unlikely: If it had been meant as a bluff, Lt Hearte would not have himself pointed out the simple (and apparently truthful)solution "crosspost". Therefore I assume "no bluff", i.e. Hearte more likely innocent than not. Plus CuppaT (casting the 2-2 vote).
This is what I conclude from today's outcome. Not much - but others may add more reflection or quesiton this one.
I'd include speculation about what conclusions we could draw from today's result if I was guilty - but that would be an even longer post and it does not come as intuitively to me as the above did (as I would have to put myself outside my actual knowledge). Maybe someone else have a go.
I could add reflection of why you could judge my innocence likelier than my innocence.
PS: Someone posted a funny post this day which sounded like they had picked up on the suggestion (whose) to investigate me and found me innocent. I think it might be wise if the nurse protected this poster of the funny post tonight
Obviously the above may prove futile tomorrow morning. But I have to post it now in case I do not live to see the morning :-)
Posted by Amorya (# 2652) on
:
I'm not sure how accurately you can gauge things from voting time — I voted the first time I logged on whilst the voting was open, for example. I suppose if I were a conspirator I might spend more time getting it right, but it could well just be people posting when they get a chance to check the thread.
Still, in the absence of other leads…
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Eliab:
The end of a bad day for Wales, incidentally. Not only was the remarkable war poet Dai Laicattell found murdered, Welsh rugby union international Bryn Lewis was killed in Ypres today when a German shell fell onto an officer's mess.
Excuse me, Major Daute, but I think you will find that Major Lewis' tragic death occurred yesterday.
I remain, however, completely awed by the amount of knowledge you have at your fingertips.
[tpyos]
[ 22. December 2010, 19:02: Message edited by: Autenrieth Road ]
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
So, eight of us voted for both those poor innocents Fr.Didier and Operator Adler [Officer Hodge, Nurse Bradshaw, Lord Fastolfe, me, Conte Leo, Miss Agnes and Corporal Marley].
Two of us voted for Sylvain twice [Nurse Rhoda and Cookie Hearte].
Two of us were swinging voters [Lt.Burt T and Sgt.Harry].
Battista poured a good slug of Australian Army issued rum into his glass of milk and stirred it thoughtfully. "Hiding in a large group seems the most sensible thing to do to me," he mused. "And I know I am not hiding from anything, so that leaves seven names to think hard about."
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Correctione: three were swinging voters, as I did not include Captain Slackbladder. My apologies, but this is very strong rum, and I do recommend it, my friends.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
So to re-cap:
8 of us voted for both those executed: [Officer Hodge, Nurse Bradshaw, Lord Fastolfe, me, Conte Leo, Miss Agnes, Corporal Marley and, I think, Sylvain]
2 of us voted twice for Sylvain [Nurse Rhoda and Cookie Hearte]
3 of us were swinging voters [Lt. Burt T, Sgt. Harry and Cptn. Slackbladder]
Does that help?
Posted by The Great Gumby (# 10989) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Banner Lady:
Does that help?
It's an improvement that you've remembered my existence, certainly. I think it may be useful to list the votes like this, but wouldn't be surprised if the conspirators voted early this time round, for either nominee. They'll know that suspicion always falls on those who cast votes at the sharp end, whatever they do, the chances of a hung vote were slim, and they would probably (my initial tentative suspicion of the Colonel aside) have been happy with either being lynched. The first 6 votes (i.e. before mine) were cast by Lord Fastolfe, Battista Lalonde, Nurse Rhoda, Lt Burt, Col Sylvain and Officer Hodge. Of course, it may be that these were just the first people to get to a computer.
One thing that's been nagging at me is that Dai Lycatell was murdered last night, having been the only person to vote for no lynching. It may be coincidence, or it may be that the conspirators bumped him off for precisely that reason. Imagine that all the nominees on day 1 were innocent (I know we've been here before, but bear with me) - it would make sense, in the absence of any other considerations, to eliminate the one person who wasn't chasing shadows. Or maybe that's what we're meant to think, and we're back onto bluffing parities.
I don't claim that I'm definitely right about any of this, but it's a hypothesis.
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
TGG: You are of course right re all speculation might fall prey to bluffing. But that cannot be avoided unless leaving all speculation aside - and where is the fun in that? The problem is that in such an online game and with no RL knowledge of the people involved bluffes are virtually impossible to detect.
It is easier to delay one's vote than to vote early deliberately (unless one is at the computer 24/7).
In past games hung votes were likelier - because there were far more no-lynching votes (we only had Lt Dai's on day one - the first time that happened and the first lynching in this game on day one was the result) and lynchings require an absolute majority. (Incidentally for future games: this is an argument for no lynching votes - the way things worked out this time Mafia needed not to worry too much about a no-lynching outcome. With only two nominees and IF they presumed we'd mostly vote again like we did on day one (i.e. few or no abstentions) only the unlikely 7-7 outcome would have thwarted their intentions. So the absence of no-lynching votes on day one somewhat facilitated their task! (I never had thought of that before).
But would they work on the presupposition that we'd all continue as before, i.e not vote "no-lynching"? I do not know. But if they did, then indeed the order of voting is not very indicative, so long as they kept one late vote.
But let us assume they were not so certain that the avoidance of no-lynch votes would continue, then they might want to wait a bit with voting and follow the flow. So the first vote (JFH) imho is a little more likely innocent than guilty.
So personally (based on my exclusive knowledge about two innocent nominees this time round) and as explained in my previous effusion I'd regard
1. JFH (first voter)
2. CuppaT (vote leveling the score to 2-2)
3. Hart (Lt Hearte ) (a conspicuous late move towards a hung vote - if not a bluff. And if not simply a move to avoid casting the decisive killer vote - but I never read much into that anyway, someone has to do it and avoiding it would more easily be achieved by delaying than voting for the other candidate)
as slightly less likely conspirators than not.
Hearte was also the first nominator in this round (nominating me - see, we French may be vindictive over Alsace-Lorraine but against those who want to lynch us we bear no grudge ). This would be slightly untypical behaviour for Mafia - unless they felt safe since they saw me as a natural target for suspicion in everybody's eyes. Still - for me it hints to innocence rather than guilt.
I may look an ass if later proven wrong but there you are. All this is guesswork based on little obviously.
A last idea:
I think there are only two conspirators.
Why?
a) A traitor is definitely there (rules).
b)If there were three conspiratots plus a potential fourth and with only sixteen players the balance would be far too tilted in the conspirators' favour. (Especially taking into consideration the absence of a doctor and a string of relatively useless extra citizens' roles further weaking the side). So we are chasing two people.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
'Mon Dieu, but this war makes strange bedfellows', thought Battista, as he listened to the bar gossip. 'Here is Nurse Rhoda voting twice against le colonel, and now she appears to be in bed with him?' He shrugged philosophically. 'If I were a younger man, then I would probably do the same...'
"More rum and milk, my dear?"
Posted by The Great Gumby (# 10989) on
:
Some interesting food for thought there, Colonel, and I like the way you're thinking.
[OOC, I'm likely to be AFK until the new year after today, so if the game starts up again before then, I'm not lurking, just otherwise detained.]
Posted by Dafyd (# 5549) on
:
The ghost of Lt Laicatell believes that a game of football is traditional at this time of year.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
quote:
[OOC, I'm likely to be AFK until the new year after today, so if the game starts up again before then, I'm not lurking, just otherwise detained.] [/QB]
I have almost all night orders - and since there was more than 24 hours of 'up' time before Christmas, and will be four days of 'down' time, I'm intending to call the next morning at around 8pm (GMT) on Wednesday 29 december no matter what. That is about 71+1/2 hours from now. If I get all main role activity sooner, I'll call it sooner.
Nominations will then be open for 24 hours. If anyone will be AFK then, and are desperate to nominate, I'll accept instructions for me to nominate as your proxy. These instructions can be conditional ("if X does Y then Z") but the responsibility for setting out contingencies clearly is yours - once made, a proxy nomination is as irrevocable as any other, even if I misunderstood you.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
It was a wet Spring with a freezing wind which had the promise of snow in it, just in time for Easter Day. Battista didn't mind. It simply drove more people into his bar to drink and find some warmth.
He listened to the gossip and passed around some of the beer and German sausage that had been liberated yesterday from a German Fifth Army supply depot.
There were rumours that Lennin had returned from exile and Trotsky was on the move in Russia. Talk that the Americans might join the war soon. Murmurings that Queen Elisabeth of Belgium had been seen working as a nurse behind the front line not far from here while her husband Albert led the national defences. It was said she was a strong supporter of votes for women. Some of his patrons were wondering what would happen if she got killed - would that be the end of the movement in this part of the world, or would that make her a martyr for the cause and end up doing the suffragettes a favour?
The notorious Red Baron had just clocked up his 34th kill and bets were being laid on whether he'd make it to 40 before the allies blew him out of the sky. Harry, pissed as usual, insisted they double the bet and make it 80. Slackbladder was egging him on. Battista shrugged. It was easy to take money from a drunk, he supposed. Surely the war would end soon, but then who knew what might happen due to the 'supreme intelligence' of those in command?
He listened to the Canadians laughing, imitating General Haig with Bratwurst moustaches and spouting pompous directives like "The way to capture machine guns is with grit and determination, lads!" Everyone here had seen the piles of stinking bodies grow in front of them. No-one wanted to go back to the front line.
Battista tapped another keg, and passed around some more salty sausage. "The Bratwurst is free my friends, but the beer you must pay for!"
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
DAY 3 – “Reflections on Being Lost in Ypres at 3am”
Otto Luterberg squeezes the butt of his rifle tightly to his chest and tries hard not to cry. Twenty minutes ago, his section left the safety of the dugout on a routine night patrol of no-man’s land. Ten minutes ago, a nervous German sentry had put up a flare, and an astute British gunner had sent one of the deadly mortar bombs of the sort they called ‘flying pigs’ at the only movement he could see. The patrol had scattered, diving into shell-holes and ditches, and only Otto had been close to the explosion. His ears are still ringing, as he stumbles on, not knowing where the rest of his comrades are, or even the direction of his own front line. He must be brave. He is a soldier, a soldier of Germany, and he cannot give in to the childish impulse to throw himself down in the mud and weep with fear.
Suddenly, there are others – a short-line of men, half crouched, picking their way through the mud, barely visible in the starlight, just ahead of him. The patrol! Otto gasps in surprise and relief, and starts forward, as the leading man slips on the lip of a crater and curses “Goddamned fucking mud!”
British! Luterberg raises his rifle by instinct, but his hand slips on the trigger and the weapons slams hard into his ribs as it fires before he can aim. The shot misses the leading enemy, but the man behind groans loudly and falls, clutching his stomach.
The muzzle flash shocks the British soldiers and they scatter in alarm, as Otto turns and runs, blind and directionless, splashing and sliding along the sides of shell holes, until at last he staggers and falls, and he lies exhausted, lost and sobbing, with barely enough presence of mind to bite his lip so that neither friend nor foe will hear his disgrace.
A little over twelve yards away, Sgt John McGirk stars up at the stars and tries to keep himself upright against the side of the crater and keep his head clear through the pain. If he can stay conscious, help might come in the morning. It is a hopeless task. His feet slip on the mud, and as he loses the feeling in his legs he can no longer prevent the inexorable slide down into the cold, foul water that pools around the crater’s base.
An hour or so later, the stars are obscured by cloud and the rain begins to fall. It is not a particularly heavy downpour, the water level pooling in the shell holes does not rise more than three or four inches at most. But it is enough to ensure that when a drenched and frozen Otto Luterberg crawls back to his own lines the next morning, he is retired from the front with severe pneumonia. And it is enough to ensure that Sgt McGirk’s body is never found.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
One body that is found in the morning is that of Lord Jarvis Fastolfe of Harrisford. He has been murdered.
It quickly becomes apparent that Lord Jarvis was quite innocent of General Zurcon's murder, and any suspicion that attached to him was probably due to his idiosyncratic ways and intemperate opinions: he will be remembered as something of a Fanatic.
Prosecution phase begins. Nominations will be open for at least 24 hours from now.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Lord Fastolfe murdured? How?
Battista thinks back to the large tip the late Lord left, last time he was in the bar, and deeply regrets his death. He had known Fastolf was a fanatic about chocolat, now it seems he was more of a fanatic than anyone had guessed. Well, not quite anyone - someone had guessed very accurately indeed, which is why the Lord was now dead. He sighed.
"Hot chocolate this morning for everyone, Agnes. Please see to the milking immediately, will you?"
Posted by JFH (# 14794) on
:
Lord Jarvis Fastolfe of Harrisford woke up in the middle of one of the darkest nights of the year. The craving for chocolate was stronger than usual. He went through his drawers but found none; probably last evening had been wilder than he could remember. He looked under the bed, but found only crumbs of a size all too minute to quench the need, only making it stronger. In a desperate attempt to salvage his taste-buds, he went out to see if any local merchants were around. None so. However, he did feel the unmistakable smell of Le Bronze d'Anjou - the chocolate made famous by Raleigh! Who would have such a treasure in this country? Must be a man with a lot of connections. Probably worth while getting to know him. The investigations quickly performed by Fastolfe's nasal research unit pointed eastwards, and with an almost inexplicable feeling of importance he started running in this direction. Nothing must stop him now. Something sharp touched his robe and nearly ripped it off him, but with the unmistakable grace of an inheritor of the highest ranks of British feudalism he jumped over the barbed wire. Surely the reward for his attempts was soon to be enjoyed! He could sense that the chocolate was somewhere within sight, when he suddenly slipped on a German helmet that some rude fellow had left behind. Midway through fall Lord Jarvis Fastolfe of Harrisford thought it would be most unfortunate if he should happen to tread on one of those wretched mines that might be found in these areas, but one full second later he gave up the thought of that. His mind was scattered over too many fields and subjects.
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by JFH:
However, I am most suspicious of Lavinia Hodge, whose silence is speaking another language. However, I just realized that just as I say this, Major Daute, the self-ordained voice of God, has run off with the list of accused people, and thus my suspicions will have to wait for another day or so, which might be just as well, since I have no proof apart from her odd appearance, running on and off in talking, and going on and on about her importance.
I believe she is a traitor, but I am not sure - I want to hear more from her, though.
It's the best lead we've got right now, I think. I nominate Hodge.
[OOC: I'm on the road all day tomorrow, so my silence will be a sign of nothing but my inability to post and drive simultaneously.]
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by JFH:
Intoxicated by the sweet, sweet chocolaty blessings of Belgium, for a brief moment Lord Fastolfe decides to speak in the manner and lingo of these local thugs and theorists (the theologist is dead), expressed in a short snippet of words, supposedly filled with some truth.
It seems Lavinia Hodge does not want to see Lt Adler lynched, or maybe she just wants to see Le Colonel in a noose. I'm sure that counts for something.
And I concur!
[ 29. December 2010, 03:40: Message edited by: Banner Lady ]
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
It looks like Lord Jarvis spent the first might investigating Colonel de la Botte Trouée, and let us know that he -- le Colonel -- is innocent. (Unless de la Botte Trouée is the traitor.)
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Correction: "night," not "might."
Posted by la vie en rouge (# 10688) on
:
'tweren't me.
I can't have been investigated by Lord Jarvis, because if I had been he would have found out that I'm innocent. So he suspected me from reasoning, not investigation. (He was wrong.)
(Also, for what it's worth, I also said I thought it wasn't the Colonel. And that there was a fair chance that Alice didn't do it either. Which was true.)
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
Pity! We are short a detective now. And he was not protected, it seems. What the heck was the nurse doing?
Hibernating after the big Christmas dinner is my guess. So I blame it on the goose.
Posted by Amorya (# 2652) on
:
Just checking in, although I'm a bit at a loss. (No change there, then!)
I did find it interesting that our fanatic was suspicious of Hodge for being a traitor rather than a conspirator. That's not something the fanatic can use their power to ascertain, as far as I know. Not that I think it removes the suspicion on Hodge (I thought she was suspicious from day 1), but it's something to consider.
Anyone any other leads, while we're still in nominations?
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Sylvander:
Pity! We are short a detective now. And he was not protected, it seems. What the heck was the nurse doing?
Hibernating after the big Christmas dinner is my guess. So I blame it on the goose.
Maybe she was *ahem, Colonel*
otherwise occupied....
So we have 12 of us left; at least two conspirators I would think, with the possibility that the traitor may now have investigated a conspirator and therefore become one of them as well.
Of the remaining nine we have five who may have special roles: the nurse, the aviation expert, the sapper, the special brigader and the MP. We know that night actions have been taken by the conspirators, but we have no evidence of any other night actions having been effective as yet.
Of the eight mentioned who voted for both Fr Didier and Alice Adler to be sent to the firing squad, one, (Lord JFH) is now dead and one nominated (Miss Hodge). I would like to hear from Corporal Marley especially as to why he should not be nominated; but also from Operator Bradshaw, Agnes and Conte Leo.
Posted by Amorya (# 2652) on
:
Me? I'm just an ordinary girl who's somewhat out of her depth amidst this sea of corruption and conspiracy. I've no information to work with beyond what you see here, so I've been voting in a way that I hope is logical and transparent, but sadly seems to have been misguided so far.
On day 1, at the time of my vote it was between Didier and Sylvain. (I could have voted for someone else, but without hard evidence then that'd look a bit suspicious, as if I was trying to force no execution.) Didier had been fairly elusive in his postings (a lot of background story but not much about his actual suspicions, save for of Hodge) whereas Sylvain had seemed more transparent in his deductions to me.
On day 2 it was between Lt Adler and Sylvain. I voted for the former because she hadn't posted much, and thus hadn't swayed me that she wasn't a conspirator, compared with Sylvain who I still had a gut feeling was innocent. Not the best logic, but nobody was standing up offering any more concrete evidence than that.
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
Well fuck me if this time we don't have something more solid to go on thought Harry when he heard the news. "The investigator's suspicion is good enough for me, at this miserable juncture" he said, "but if any fucker can make a good argument against anyone else then I'll at least listen."
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Amorya:
I did find it interesting that our fanatic was suspicious of Hodge for being a traitor rather than a conspirator. That's not something the fanatic can use their power to ascertain, as far as I know.
The suspicion that Officer Hodge is the traitor came from the fact that she encouraged the Fanatic to investigate her, thus raising the possibility that she was encouraging an early investigation so she'd appear innocent before she defected.
Monsieur Lalonde, why do you want to hear from Corporal Marley in particular?
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Simply because he was the first to nominate Fr Didier and the last to vote; also because he has remained fairly quiet.
It is the quiet ones we have to watch, non?
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Banner Lady:
Simply because he was the first to nominate Fr Didier and the last to vote; also because he has remained fairly quiet.
It is the quiet ones we have to watch, non?
Reasonable enough. Unfortunately it's all Real life stuff (including a tendency to lurk, especially when not at home atm)
It's (I think) pretty obvious that my nomination of Fr Didier* was done without any evidence, I justified it (the principle of a random accusation) at the time.
As for being last, normal online hours 6 to 8ish GMT so just prior to vote, made intentions clear [to be consistent and hope for no lynching], but felt I'd other used promptness, and then in the morning (a special session as I was to be away for the next evening) the vote was called off and so I was last [at which point it was irelevent].
For WW1 yesterday's vote I was going to vote for Sylvador on the no smoke without fire principle, and then at the last minute changed my mind on the basis of the absence of any obvious fanatic like comments (which had he been guilty and investigated seemed likely) [again timing was rather bad].
At the moment suspicious of Lt Hodge. Partly as in the last game I played, Eliab(mafia) and her(innocent) both played the expert player card (and defended each other on the basis they'd have done each other in), so I don't think that tells anything. The one thing that puzzles me is that she doesn't seem to be appearing as an attentive competent player very well which might be more likely to be indicative of boredom than a mafia RP.
*I've still not seen Lt Hodge un-claim guilt for that, despite a hint to do so**.
**Although there was an earlier request for me (in day 1) to justify something which I completely missed so....
[edited]
[ 29. December 2010, 17:45: Message edited by: Jay-Emm ]
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Banner Lady:
quote:
Originally posted by Sylvander:
What the heck was the nurse doing?
Maybe she was *ahem, Colonel*
otherwise occupied....
Madam, do not blame me! Le colonel may have a strong liking for foreign birds but would never distract a nurse from doing her duty. Like tucking in the duvet around him.
quote:
Originally posted by Jay-Emm:
It is the quiet ones we have to watch, non?
I agree but do not take it as a law of the Persians and Medians. Bumping off talkers we may gain more information by having more to analyse after their death.
I re-read JFH’s posts but found no further hints. If I am correct he had only one night to investigate (which he used for me) and hence his suspicion against Lavinia Hodge is no more substantial than ours. (I still am inclined to share it).
quote:
Originally posted by Jay-Emm:
at the last minute changed my mind on the basis of the absence of any obvious fanatic like comments (which had he been guilty and investigated seemed likely)
This strikes me as odd. I found this post as crystal-clear as the mud in No-Man's-Land. In case anyone missed it - I am sure Mafia never would anyway - I then had specifically pointed towards that post. I find it hard to believe you missed both these hints.
Anybody (not you Jay-Emm ) wishes to think up a sensible reason why a conspirator might want to pretend he had not noticed? Guilty conscience perhaps? Pretending to be a bit thick? I venture to conject that
a) nobody but me had publicly acknowledged they had noticed JFH’s hint
b) the conspirators obviously had picked it up
So
c) pretending one never noticed (like JFH) would not draw public attention to the fact that one had noticed what Mafia had.
On the other hand: It was apparently possible to miss it in good faith – after all the nurse did.
***
Generally: I take it that we all share almost the same knowledge now: we had two innocent nominees last round. This is a rare and precious piece of
certified information in this game. I penned down at usual length my feeble conclusions from that above. Anybody else care to contribute more conclusions?
Of course I am aware that you all – this incl. Mafia unless the defection already happened - have a slight uncertainty which I do not share, i.e. as far as you all know I could still be the defector (a 1 in 11 chance for each of you who knows his own innocence – if you are Mafia you have no reason to target the defector). The chance to hit a Mafioso is 1 in 5,5 (assuming two Mafiosi). So even if anybody were still suspicious of me - you'd be mathematically far better off killing others.
quote:
Originally posted by Banner Lady:
I would like to hear from Corporal Marley especially as to why he should not be nominated; but also from Operator Bradshaw, Agnes and Conte Leo.
Seconded and thirded and fourthed by me, myself and I.
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
PS: It was Lt Hearte who had to the fanatic to investigate me.
Was this the honest citizen's curiosity? Or a conspirator's attempt to kill two birds with a stone:
a) make sure the fanatic did not investigate a Mafioso
and
b) make the fanatic come out into the open?
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
I guess the way to find out is to vote Miss Hodge out of the game. If she is found to be as innocent as she claims, then it does not look good for Cookie Hearte.
We are still waiting to hear from Conte Leo and Miss Agnes.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Banner Lady:
We are still waiting to hear from...
I'm reluctant to close nominations while there is clearly thought and analysis going on (since that's at the heart of the game), but on the other hand, if you, the players, don't want to make a second nomination, I'm not going to force you.
I'm therefore planning on holding nominations open briefly, but not indefinitely, closing them some time tomorrow afternoon (c.16 hours from now). Anyone who wants more time is welcome to PM me asking for an extension.
Also, I think I've now used up the stock of named NPCs (save for Maj. Daute) - if you want to write any flavour text, you are encouraged to introduce a few more. I could do it myself, but it's so much more satisfying killing other people's characters.
Posted by la vie en rouge (# 10688) on
:
Well I'm not stupid enough to let myself be the only nominee.
Trouble is, I'm really very short on decent leads about who could actually be responsible for the crime... although I note that Harry has been employing a lot of gratuitous profanity and not much actual reasoning.
(Oh and if I've been a bit absent lately, it's because I've had some leave and been to my parents' house where access to the telegraph machine isn't easy to get.)
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Prosecution phase ends.
Defence phase begins, and will last a minimum of 24 hours from now (unless both defendants are happy to end it sooner).
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
"Well fuck me if that's a good reason to nominate someone at this stage. I mean, we have on the one hand a bloody sizable hint from someone that we now know as the ability to find these things out. On the other bloody hand, we've got someone wildly trying to distract attention on the fact of my potty fucking mouth. Trust me, darling, if you'd seen the shit that I've witnessed, a few damn cusswords would be the least of your fucking problems."
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
Le colonel had grown more determined over this Christmas - at least this time there had been no fraternisations between their so-called allies and the Austro-German scum on the other side like earlier in the war. He was glad that there were no such worries for his own troops. No proper Frenchman would stoop so low!
He drifted into memories of his ancestors' fights with old Nappy against the Prussians and Russians, the Austrians and Australians ... hold on, wrong film, wishful thinking...
The remembering made him determined that this time they'd really hammer the perfidious boches and afterwards they'd get hold of Alsace, Lorraine, the Sarre region, the entire left bank of the Rhine, everything his ancestors had been fighting for for eight centuries.
Westward, westward! But this time unlike last, once this mess was over they'd make sure to keep what they got and would not let those Alsatians carry on speaking German like last time only to see them happily join the enemy as soon as they got a chance. Why, he had heard they actually had an Alsatian regiment standing opposite them right here in Flanders!
In a sudden surge of patriotism he jumped up, ready to run towards the front and give them a bloody good thrashing all by himself, those traitors!
HOLD ON A SECOND!
He sat down again and thought.
The front was far. Running there he would break a sweat.
And he had heard it was dangerous there.
No, he decided the boches could wait.
These lynchings were more fun - especially as compared to the trenches they carried no risk. Except for the one at the wrong end of the rope obviously.
He still missed the likeable Welshman and his funny poems.
He wouldn't miss the swearing Lieutenant one second.
Everybody knew he had felt suspicious of Lavinia all along – but always in the “guessing”-mode. In the Sarastro-War he once had come close, suspecting two baddies in one post. And the very same moment he had gone wrong when he did not follow his own advice of go-after-the-quiet-ones.
This time the four very quiet ones, Corporal Marley, Operator Bradshaw, Agnes and Conte Leo (holidays?) hadn’t been nominated.
So he re-read Lt Hearte’s posts. Almost all just talk IC – no substance. And a lot of either not-paying attention or being stupid. Like mentioning a “sizeable hint from someone who can find these things out”?? What sizeable hint? As I only just wrote, the deceased fanatic had only one night to investigate (me) – hence there are no more sizeable hints from him.
Why does Lt Hearte talk so weirdly then? Maybe he is neither not paying attention, nor stupid but intentionally mudding the waters?
No, I’ll hold my vote a wee while longer.
[ 30. December 2010, 17:30: Message edited by: Sylvander ]
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Sylvander:
So he re-read Lt Hearte’s posts. Almost all just talk IC – no substance. And a lot of either not-paying attention or being stupid. Like mentioning a “sizeable hint from someone who can find these things out”?? What sizeable hint? As I only just wrote, the deceased fanatic had only one night to investigate (me) – hence there are no more sizeable hints from him.
Why does Lt Hearte talk so weirdly then? Maybe he is neither not paying attention, nor stupid but intentionally mudding the waters?
No, I’ll hold my vote a wee while longer.
Are you talking about me or Harry? It sounds like you're getting the two of us confused. While many of my posts have "IC drivel," all except my IC opener have substance as well. This part sounds much more like a description of Harry than me. Similarly, the "sizable hint" quote is a quote from Harry, not me.
On the other hand, it's true that I've made a couple of slip-ups reading my own notes (12/14, not noticing that Sylvan was protecting himself with his nomination; 12/18, again misreading my notes on the first round of nominations) and I've been the victim of a cross-post. Mistakes during a busy time of year. I'm sorry for them, but I hope they won't get my hung. Any regards, I'm not up this time. In my defense: not many other people are posting data summaries. I may have made a few mistakes, but at least I'm trying.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
[cross-posted with our good Cookie. Tripe Flakes for breakfast, now that was inspired.]
Excuse me, Colonel, the relief of being declared innocent has gone to your head. It's Sergeant Bournemouth, not Lieutenant Hearte you're expostulating against.
I agree that the "sizable hint" from poor departed Lord Jarvis was not based on being "in a position to know" about Officer Hodge. But it was based on what seems to me to be good logic.
On the other hand, I hear what you're saying about the suspiciousness of Sergeant Bournemouth.
I am quite concerned about you, though. Surely we should always keep the Nativity of Our Dear Lord and Saviour in mind, but it's not Christmas; it's Wednesday in Holy Week. Perhaps if I washed your feet with nard and dried them with my hair that would calm you?
[ 30. December 2010, 17:49: Message edited by: Autenrieth Road ]
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Battista smiled. The weather was even bleaker than yesterday, so the bar was full early on. The mood of several groups of Australian tunnellers and a crew of Canadian railway workers was bouyant - the bitter wind didn't seem to bother them much. Everyone was talking about the German retreat, and that in a day or two it could all be over, when the allies finally hammered through the Hindenburg Line.
It was all good for business, and Battista was doing a roaring trade in all manner of bottles, cases and casks. He was particularly pleased that two members of the Black Watch, who had secured a good supply of their favourite whiskey through their RAF contacts at Inverness were keen to barter. Alcohol might be well rationed in Britain, but there was no shortage of it in Ypres.
Occasionally, above the din, the raucous sound of a Strombus horn could be heard from far away, and he would send someone up the stairs to check that the door was padded round against the invasion of any stray gas canisters.
But after a while, the air would be so thick that the need for ventilation would override all caution, and the door to Batty's Bar would be thrown open again. He did notice that Sgt Harry Bournemouth would flinch noticeably every time the alarum sounded, but then, Harry knew first hand what it was like to have a permanent headache from chlorine gas. No wonder he was always so bad tempered.
"Drink up, my friends," smiled Battista. "Eat and be merry, for tomorrow it will all be over - at least for some of us."
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Nurse Rhoda's head was aching after going through the infirmary and wiping all the patients' feet with her hair. She wasn't so sure about this enactment of the events of Holy Week, but she thought maybe Father Didier would have approved.
She returned to her cubbyhole and typed out the following on her iTypewriter:
******************
Here is how the votes fell out in our last round. I'm not sure what it tells us. Perhaps someone else could offer some conjectures?
While the outcome was still in doubt:
for Alice Adler: Lord Jarvis, Battista Lalonde, Colonel de la Botte Trouée, Officer Hodge, Captain Slackbladder, Sergeant Bournemouth
for Colonel de la Botte Trouée: Nurse Autenrieth, Lieutenant Burt
Cast the deciding vote for Lt Adler:
Nurse Bradshaw
Thought it was still possible to lynch the Colonel, but cross-posted and the Colonel was already safe despite Hearte voting for him:
Lieutenant Hearte
Voted for Lt Adler after the outcome was already determined:
Captain Marley, Mademoiselle Machant, Conte di Leonato
Lieutenant Adler didn't vote.
******************
Rhoda pushed aside her iTypewriter and headed down to Batty's. A nice whiskey and milk would be just the thing, at least in the absence of a proper English tea.
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
Awww! C'me awwwn! No hair splitting, please!
Hart or Harry. "Westward! Westward!" or "Eastward! Eastward!". Christmas or Holy Week - what's in it? Is a man can no longer allowed to make little mistakes? We need to concentrate on the bigger picture, not get lost in petty detail like whom to lynch or whether we need to go East or West in order to conquer Germany!
Hmm. No. Not quite...
Ok, folks. I'm sorry. Less haste, more speed. I was not paying real attention and after we watched "Bienvenue chez les Scht'is" with an old Burgundy last night I found myself in a somewhat exuberant Francophile mode when posting .
Thanks for your patient and kind reminders - but then you knew what to expect when you let me join in. At least I haven't proposed to the nurse(s) so far.
Come to think of it ... maybe I should concentrate on that and let the others do the thinking.
Better.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Major Daute casts a wearied eye over the morning's accusations:
Second Officer Lavinia Hodge, accused by Lt. Hearte; and
Sgt. Harry Bournemouth, accused by Officer Hodge.
He considers the possibility that both accusations are wrong and, if so, whether either nominee is so important as to be worth taking action to save. Almost instantly, he breaks out in a cold sweat at the thought - Good God, no! To risk shielding a German agent could jeopardise his entire career. No, the suspects would just have to sort it out between themselves.
Voting commences. There are twelve of you left, so seven votes are required to convict.
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
"I do suspect that the Frenchman has been in his cups" chortled Harry as he listened to the debate flow onwards, "and it seems that he can't bloody handle his liquor, neither! But seriously, the accusation against me is completely bloody spurious. Consider the following evidence: My voting record isn't suspicious, I've been pretty consistent in my way of approaching the game (which is to say that I try to keep my big fucking mouth shut unless I'm fairly sure of what I'm saying. I think this is an approach that some of you other fuckers could learn from, on occasion!) This is so as to not muddy the waters any more than they already are. There's nothing about any of that which should mark me out for suspicion, actually quite the opposite because I've not lead anyone up the garden path.
"But, most importantly, even the person who accused me acknowledged that there's not good reason for it: It was a blind stab in the dark born out of desperation rather than any fucking certainty.
"On the other hand, everyone that Hodge has fingered has come back innocent. She's clearly not a fanatic because she'd've had more of a fucking clue what she was doing if she bloody was. So there's no harm in lynching her on the reasonable chance that she is a conspirator because the worst that happens is that we lose a normal innocent.
"And lastly, I have skills. I'm a deadly fucking machine when I want to be, and trust me, you want me on your fucking side."
So, long story fucking short, I vote for Lavinia Hodge."
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
I find her bombast suspicious, so I vote to lynch Second Officer Lavinia Hodge. Heaven knows what we'll do for telegraphs though.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Oops. With Major Daute's reminder that there are twelve of us left, I've gone back and checked my analysis of the Adler vote. I think it was actually Corporal Marley, not Nurse Bradshaw, who cast the deciding vote. And Colonel de la Botte Trouée was still lynchable when Lieutenant Hearte voted.
More whisky and milk, please, Monsieur Lalonde.
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Autenrieth Road:
More whisky and milk, please, Monsieur Lalonde.
"And me, but with no bloody milk."
Posted by JFH (# 14794) on
:
A sudden sense of airborne aristocracy strikes the room as Battista hears a whisper coming out of thin air, "Pour me a Choco Scotch, won't you, Battista?"
Posted by la vie en rouge (# 10688) on
:
Dammit. It's so hard to get to the telegraph machine in time to defend myself.
Since I'm obviously not going to lynch myself, I vote for Harry.
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
Jacob Marley votes for Lt Hodge.
He also couldn't help feeling that the Major's comment may be interesting in hindsight. Unfortunately innocence and guilty tend to react the same when the headlights of justice focus of them, and the tangled web of mess.
Odd to be mildly glad that I was responsible for lynching an innocent last time, but making 2 safe votes would have been embarrassing (and more importantly wasted a debate).
Posted by Amorya (# 2652) on
:
Well, my success rate hasn't been very good so far, so touch wood it improves. I'm following my suspicions and voting Lt Hodge.
quote:
Originally posted by Imaginary Friend:
"And lastly, I have skills. I'm a deadly fucking machine when I want to be, and trust me, you want me on your fucking side."
Don't forget that's the sort of rhetoric that lead a few people to be suspicious of Hodge in the first place
Eliza
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Battista sighed. Yes, it was entirely possible that two innocents have been nominated again. So should he vote for no lynching?
As his new gold Omega wristwatch ticked steadily on towards Maundy Thursday, he found himself pouring a choco scotch and wondering what Harry or Miss Hodge would do in his place.
He shrugged at no-one in particular. "But of course they would vote for someone. Therefore I will go with my first suspicion, that some of these leetle girls are definitely NOT the innocent leetle girls they appear to be. I will tell Major Daute I am voting for
Lavinia Hodge "
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
Lavinia Hodge
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
I'll end her. Hodge.
Posted by CuppaT (# 10523) on
:
Skip a couple hours and what do you get? Missing all the fun of it, but I'll go with Hodge, too.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
A decision may have been reached, but we still have three voters (Conte Leo di Leonato,
Agnés Machant, Cpt. Slackbladder) who need to express their approval or disapproval of that decision before the victim's role is revealed.
Once we have those votes, Lavinia can post a death scene.
Posted by leonato (# 5124) on
:
The Conte has been away celebrating the feast of St Eric (a very obscure saint, but with a really lavish festival in his home village) and has had no time to consider the current nominations. With nothing to go on he suggests no lynching even though he realises it will do no good.
[That is, I haven't had any internet access over the new year, sorry]
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
It was a long night, with the temperature steadily dropping. Down in the bar, the Canadians were talking about the latest orders from General Byng, who seemed to be amassing troops around Vimy to the south. The Belgians were wondering when the Greeks would join up. And the Australians were toasting their capture and death of Prince Frederick Charles of Prussia and singing ever more bawdy verses of Hinky Dinky Parlez Vous.
Finally Battista called time and shooed them out the door. Maundy Thursday, Ypres, 1917 was heralded in by several drunken diggers weaving their way across the frozen ground of the main street and singing:
We're shelled on the left and we're shelled on the right,
We're bombed all the day and we're bombed all the night,
And if something don't happen and that pretty soon
There'll be nobody left in the bloody platoon
Dinky di Dinky di
There'll be nobody left in the bloody platoon
Battista yawned, poured himself a strong nightcap, and hoped that he wouldn't get woken up anytime soon by close bombardment.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Banner Lady:
It was a long night...
It's a long evening, certainly. We've yet to have nightfall as we don't have all the votes yet.
I don't really want to hold up the game for a couple of votes that don't affect the result, but on the other hand, compulsory voting has (IMAO) generally been good for gameplay, and the principle that everyone should express an opinion before finding out who was lynched is a sound one.
So I propose the following: this time around I'll close the vote at noon tomorrow, no matter what. In future, I'll hold polls open for around 24 hours after a decision has been reached (provided that the poll was open for at least some week-day time). Anyone who TWICE fails to vote before polls close obviously has the breeze vertical and will not be able to take any action on the following night or make any nomination on the following day. Fair?
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
"the breeze vertical"?
Posted by la vie en rouge (# 10688) on
:
OH BUGGER STOP
[OOC: it's probably for the best - I was having a hard time getting on line enough to play properly. Posting this now for the same reason.]
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Autenrieth Road:
"the breeze vertical"?
A First World War-ism: A person temporarily incapactitated by nervous terror is said to have "the wind up", hence, breeze vertical.
Posted by The Great Gumby (# 10989) on
:
Despite being more than a little concerned that the overwhelming nature of the vote indicates that Hodge may indeed be innocent, and although it makes no difference, Cpt Slackbladder returns from leave to cast his vote according to his gut instinct for Lavinia Hodge
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Night falls.
Don't drink too much tonight - they'll be no one to dispense hangover remedies tomorrow, since Lavinia Hodge was the Nurse.
Posted by CuppaT (# 10523) on
:
Jeepers! I thought the Nurse was the nurse!
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
From here:
quote:
Originally posted by Autenrieth Road:
Nurse Rhoda Autenrieth [...] wasn't the head nurse, able to keep even the most badly wounded soldiers alive for an extra day of life. No, she was just an average civilian who had joined the Red Cross
No, just a nurse, not The Nurse.
I can't believe it. I was so sure she was the Traitor. That's what comes of getting convinced by something. Back to doubtful mode.
And on the same day we've lost General Erin Etheredge.
[eta: adding prayers to tears.]
[ 04. January 2011, 14:04: Message edited by: Autenrieth Road ]
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
"Mon Dieu! But this investigation is going from bad to worse!" exclaimed Battista. "And where has Agnes got to? I do hope she has not run away, because the chickens will miss her."
So, Miss Hodge was secretly in the Red Cross. This is very sad for those of us left. I think a little medicinal brandy is called for while we contemplate who might be making this war an even more unhealthy place to be than necessary.
It is interesting to me that both Cookie Hearte and Nurse Rhoda have voted the same way throughout; twice for Colonel Sylvain and now for Miss Hodge, with Hearte making the decisive vote. Then again it is equally interesting that Corporal Marley and Miss Bradshaw have voted for all three innocents. And is there anything to be concerned about when Conte Leo and Miss Agnes always seem to hang around until last to vote?
Battista poured himself another brandy and decided it was all too hard. Night had fallen, and it was time for bed.
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
LOL. We have an uncanny ability to lynch the wrong people .
Nurse, huh? Maybe that's why she was so over-confident on day one, taking one wee drappie from the chloroforme bottle too many.
Let's have another guess tomorrow. Night, night, don't let the mafia bite!
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
I've been asked about the time limits for night actions. I want to balance the objective of giving all players time for thought, debate and opportunity to post, with the objective of keeping things moving, so this is the rule:
You have at least 24 hours of week-day time to submit orders. I won't call ‘morning' before then unless I have everyone's orders.
If you have a main role (nurse, fanatic, traitor or conspirator) and I don't have your orders within that time, you get a indeterminate grace period, because I don't want to time out actions which are a crucial part of the game. But you don't get forever - if the night is dragging on, I have everyone else's orders, and you've had 24-hours-plus, then don't complain if I call time. I might post a deadline warning on the thread, but don't count on it.
If you have a supporting role with a night action, then you get the 24 hours. After that, I'll assume an order of "no action" unless I hear from you before morning is called, whenever that happens to be.
Anyone who needs more time at any point in the game, for real life issues, or to think about their actions, or to carry on discusions, should PM me. I don't mind holding a phase up if there's a reason to do so.
Orders for night actions are irrevocable. I might need to PM another player as a result of your orders, so once I get an instruction I will treat it as definite.
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
Umm it's not good (yet anothe specialist).
Going back to the initial theory (after the voting)
That is the mafia being noisy in response to a threat.
The first was of an innocent (Didier) (by me)
The second we presume (via detective) was not part of the mafia group* (Sylvain) (by Adller)
The third (Amoya) was nominated by the same.
The fourth is a known innocent/innocent pairing
The fith (Slackbladder by Bournemouth) is the last by an unknown person (and so the only coverup)
The sixth (Laicatell) by a known innocent (the dead detective)
So in the coverup hypothesis that leaves Amorya & Bournemouth as the sole contenders. It re-opens the possibility we were on the opposite track
I.e (from your point of view) Marley and Adler
Or the possibility of the wider field (I'll look at the other 7 after H/G)
*I was wondering about the possibility of traitorism but he himself brought it up very promptly.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Colonel de la Botte Trouée as the Traitor? Interesting idea. I was so convinced it was Officer Hodge (forgive me, Lavinia), that others had never occurred to me.
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
So here are the facts as I understand them.
I've deleted my speculation as it wasn't going anywhere.
[Out of the game]
Lord Jarvis Fastolfe of Harrisford (JFH),
Detective Victim
Lt. Dai Lycatell (Dafyd)
Innocent Victim
Second Officer Lavinia Hodge
Innocent Expert Lynched (Nominated by Innoncent)
Lt. Alice Adler (Antisocial Alto)
Innocent Expert Lynched (Nominated by Battista)
Didier (AristonAstuanax)
Innocent Expert, Lynched (Nominated by me)
[Accusers of innocents]
Corporal Jacob Marley (Jay-Emm)
Accused an Innocent, voted for all innocents
Battista Lalonde (Banner Lady)
Accused an Innocent, voted for all innocents
Colonel Sylvain de la Botte Trouée (Sylvander),
Probably investigated, accused innocent, Nominated by innocent, then nominated by Hart
Lt. Hearte (Hart) Accused the investigated and innocent, voted for investigated
[Other accusers/accused]
Eliza (Amorya) Accused by Investigated, voted for all innocents
Sgt. Harry Bournemouth (Imaginary Friend), Nominated Pax, swinging voter (NTTPA)
Slack Bladder (Pax/Great Gumby)
Nominated by Bournemouth swinging voter (NTTPA)
[No actions]
Major Conte Leo di Leonato (leonato)
Voted for all innocents
Lt. Burt (CuppaT)
Swinging Voter (not that this proves anything)
Agnés Machant (Hennah)
Voted for all innocents
Nurse Rhoda Autenrieth (Autenrieth Road),
Voted for investigated
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
DAY 4: “Are You a Victim to Optimism?”
As the sun rises, Archie Blackhouse, is already 12,000 feet in the air, passing north over the Messines Ridge, as his pilot veers right to cross the salient. Fuck, but it’s cold. Archie hates the ramshackle FE2b almost as much as he hates photo-reconnaissance. Even a month ago, he wouldn’t have said that, he’d just have been glad he wasn’t stuck on a Quirk or Harry Tate, but with more and more of those new Albatrosses in the air, the old FEs were looking clumsier by the day. Unless some new scout machines can make a difference the other way, it’s going to be a bloody April. Archie smiles in spite of the cold – there were rumours of the new Bristol Fighter reaching the front very soon, and a good chance that the squadron will be re-fitted with what is supposed to be the best two-seater to date.
There is a sudden flash of movement between two bands of cloud above, and Blackhouse curses at the unmistakeable flared tailplane of an Albatross moving up for an attack – and just what the hell is a Hun doing up here this early? Lt Hamilton turns to meet the opponent – the only sensible thing he can do in an FE. Blackhouse takes carefully aim as the dark shape turns, dips slightly, and dives straight at them. There is a brief rattle from the Lewis, and then nothing. Jammed! Archie beats frantically at the breech, trying to clear the blockage – but the EA has already gone past. The FE’s crew know the drill, they cannot hope to beat a modern tractor-engine scout in a turning fight, so Hamilton slams the machine into a steep dive, as Blackhouse twists in his seat and grabs the rear-mounted Lewis. As the German completes his turn, the two seater levels out, and it’s the job of Blackhouse (as P.B.O.) to stand up, his feet on the nacelle, point the gun over the top wing, over the pilot’s head, and, with his grip on the gun handles the only thing keeping him attached to the aircraft, shoot at the attacker. The Albatross dives, twin guns blazing, and Archie takes a deep breath and returns fire.
The FE2b shudders as bullets smack into the rear engine housing and jolt the broad pusher propeller, but the Albatross is already spewing black smoke and turning wing over wing as it falls. “And that’s eight!” Archie exclaims to himself. Eight victories in six months. Not bloody bad for an observer.
Then he looks down at Lt Hamilton. The pilot’s head is lolling foolishly to one side, and his flying goggles are full of blood. There is a sudden jerk as the control stick shakes manically, and the FE2’s nose goes straight down, almost flinging Blackhouse from his precarious position.
The reconnaissance machine takes four minutes to reach the ground. Fortunately for Archie, the first three minutes are fully occupied with the struggle to get into the pilot’s cockpit and discover that the controls have been completely shot away. He spends less than sixty seconds in truly hopeless terror.
The dawn reveals two other victims of the war: Lt Hearte and Colonel Sylvain de la Botte Trouée have been killed in the night. Lt Hearte was no more than he appeared to be – an Allied Soldier. Colonel Sylvain, for all that his pompous name suggests the equestrian class, had clearly spent at least some of his service getting his hands dirty “sent out in front with a fuse and a mine”, because in addition to being an Allied Soldier he was an Expert Sapper.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
And nominations are now open.
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
Sylvani had gone to bed with misgivings. Now that everybody knew he was innocent he had become a rare piece of solid knowledge, i.e. an asset rather than a nuisance. That bode badly for the coming night.
Restless from the fear and the wine he made his way out from his room to stagger towards the latrine. Not even a spacious ditch – just a couple of pails behind the last standing stable wall. One of the most disgusting things about war (apart from the fact he was afraid of explosives which is not conducive to being an allied expert sapper) were the general sanitary conditions. He expected his British colleagues didn't mind so much, what with having one bath a month at home. But he had higher standards. For centuries his family had been customers of Monsieur Malodoré Oignon & Fils whose perfumes and powders far surpassed all soap and water.
Therefore it was a gracious fate the nevre knew that just as he had found the place he wanted a large piece of shrapnel clean cut him off at the chest. Falling backward into the mud Le Colonel Sylvain de la Botte Trouée (or rather his lower end) kicked the bucket.
It would have been a consolation had he known that as a result when he was found a wee while later all five toes on his right boot were sticking out, just like in the family crest.
Mort pour la patrie his snow white grave stone would say – not a word of fear, latrines and his missing upper half.
Finis
[ 06. January 2011, 11:23: Message edited by: Sylvander ]
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
Hearte went to bed to dream of the high quality London tripe he had been so deprived of since this bloody war began. During the night, he began to feel queezy. He smelt gas, and not the kind those stupid beans the Americans insisted on him cooking caused, and promptly passed out and died.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
TWO more innocents dead? Battista groaned. It looks like one of us left on the list murdered Colonel Sylvain. The Colonel, being secretly the sapper, had targeted Hearte, so when he was killed the gas cannister exploded taking out the cook.
What a bloody, malodorous mess. So there are nine of us left. Two are probably conspirators, one a traitor, one an MP, one an aviation expert, one is in the special brigade and three of us left are simple souls trying to get on with our work.
Battista sighed as he opened the bar for the day. Everyone in this war was capable of murder, and he did not mind serving them in the least, provided they paid well. What he didn't like was having to do this without decent help. What had happened to Agnes?
As the first barflies tumbled down the steps, he uncorked some wine.
"We will toast le Colonel with French champagne, and Lt. Hearte with the sherry he so often liked to cook with (although I suspect not much of it went into the pot). I suggest you don't mix them, my friends, or your headaches will be worse than they are already. Now what will it be?"
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Banner Lady:
TWO more innocents dead? Battista groaned. It looks like one of us left on the list murdered Colonel Sylvain. The Colonel, being secretly the sapper, had targeted Hearte, so when he was killed the gas cannister exploded taking out the cook.
Does the victim of either the Sapper or the Special Brigadier know what killed them? If so, then I read Lt. Hearte as being the victim of the Special Brigadier's gas canister (which goes off regardless), rather than the Sapper's bomb. But if not, then your reading is as good as any. Did le Colonel voice any suspicions of Hearte upthread, which would cause him (le Colonel) to defensively set his bomb for him (the Lieutenant)?
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Ah, yes, it is the special brigader who has the gas cannister, not the sapper. If so, then that means the special brigade person planted it for the cook, while the conspirators took out le colonel. The colonel may not have used his bomb at all.
And what that means is that now neither the sapper (may he rest in pieces) or the special brigade person can defend us against the conspirators in future. Mon dieu!
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
3 Mafia, 3 Specialists, 3 Soldiers.
Is there some way in which a revelation of roles can pin the mafia down to a dividable group?
If only one person claims each role then we have 3 known innocents, 3 mafia in 6. 3I-6(3M)
Trying to think this through, going with worst case (until last move when probabilities assessed).
We lynch first, assuming mafia scared of specials
3 Specials, 3 Innocents, 3 Mafia (Start)
3-2-3 (First lynching)
3-1-3
3-0-3 (We really suck)
Mafia accept night-time disablement for daytime win)
Again but with 1/2 as sucky villages
3-1-3
3-1-2 (if we pick at random 3/4 chance)
3-0-2 Victory villagers
More likely at that point (still trying for worst case)
3-1-2
2-1-2 (Mafia hit mp who misjudges)
50% chance of
2-0-2 (Mafia win)
or 2-1-1 (Village win or stalemate)
Or if the mafia go for Specialist (which makes sense - now individually labeled)
AIM-3-3
AIM-2-3 (we still suck)
either
IM-2-3 (Airman delays mafia)
40% chance of IM-1-3 Mafia win
20% chance of IM-1-2 IM-0-2 Mafia win
40% chance of IM-1-2 IM-1-1 Mafia win
or
AM-1-3 (Infantry man makes poor choice, mafia win)
or
AI-2-3 (As IM but without with an even clearer mafia win)
Hmm, so pretty much a loss unless we are lucky on the first round (which is 50-50), how does that compare to the alternative of a blind lynch? In any case views would be interesting.
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
No it won't.
a) No correlation to loyalty
b) Misunderstood gasman.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Autenrieth Road:
Does the victim of either the Sapper or the Special Brigadier know what killed them?
That looks like a rules question.
Someone killed by an Expert's gas or bomb attack will be told that they were killed by gas, or an explosion, as the case may be. They do not have to reflect this in their death scene, but they will be asked not to suggest any other cause of death.
A simple murder victim will be told that they have been murdered. Their death scene can describe any method of murder. This can include gas and bombs.
Posted by The Great Gumby (# 10989) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Jay-Emm:
3 Mafia, 3 Specialists, 3 Soldiers.
Hmm. Do we know there are 3 conspirators? It's most likely that we started with 2 and a single traitor, but I don't think that's a given (although very, very likely IMO), nor is it certain that the traitor has made contact with them. If conspirators and traitor still aren't known to each other (which I think is quite possible after only 3 nights, but I haven't done the maths yet), it has a bearing on the optimal strategy - that uncertainty could help us, as the conspirators might accidentally bump off the traitor, and the traitor might unknowingly vote to lynch a conspirator.
I'm not sure what this leaves as our best course of action, though - I'll sleep on it.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
I have obviously had no clue whatever with either nominations or voting; so all my suspicions may be completely erroneous. But if Agnes does not turn up soon, and explain herself I shall nominate her simply for her absenteeism. Where has that girl gone? The cows do not like my rough hands on them at all.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Jay-Emm:
No it won't.
a) No correlation to loyalty
b) Misunderstood gasman.
Corporal Marley, could you be a little less cryptic? I don't understand a word of this.
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Autenrieth Road:
quote:
Originally posted by Jay-Emm:
No it won't.
a) No correlation to loyalty
b) Misunderstood gasman.
Corporal Marley, could you be a little less cryptic? I don't understand a word of this.
(it followed a long an contorted post summarised*)
Q: Can we exploit the specialist roles and the unique identification they provide?
A:(in first post) It seems to gain little more than a 50-50 chance, is this worth while?
(At this point I reread the rules again for the third time that hour but with a clear head and realised)
The premises are flawed.
a) We could have a mafia special investigator (or as [Banner Lady] points out a different number of mafia). In the theory we could tell that any group with it's theoretical number was innocent. In practice we can't.
b) I misremembered which powers were active, and overestimated the amount they could hold off a known mafia group (or even highly likely mafia group).
*Hence why I checked S-O-F this morning and am going to have to be quick out the door.
[ 07. January 2011, 06:52: Message edited by: Jay-Emm ]
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Thanks, now I understand.
After that first day's fit of nominations, we seem to be awfully circumspect about nominating. Which will save us from lynching innocents, but won't help us catch the conspirators.
Not that I'm stepping up with any great suspicions just yet!
Posted by CuppaT (# 10523) on
:
Burt slaps on his brown helmet and his goggles, which he had kept in his duffel bag and walks around a bit. It's a risk, but Burt's well used to taking risks. He thrives on them, and he is so tired of being grounded. One more mission, assuming he is successful naturally, and he will be an ace, even young as he is.
[I figure I am about the safest person there is in this game, as long as you know who I am. Who of the mafia would want to lose 2 whole nights of consulting and deciding? More like 2 weeks IRL. The first night they could sort of anticipate together, but the second night, who knows what all they would be missing? And the innocents among us need to not lynch me and force me to choose someone to miss 2 nights.]
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
Hmm still no nominations. Key thing is not to feel stupid if we lose.
I can rule out me (you can't but can rule yourselves out).
If cuppaT is lying this should be clear soon, if Eliab has been sneaky, c'est la vie. So that mostly rules her out.
So that brings us to a low but real chance even at random. I can't help but feel there ought to be some Monty Hall like trick we can play, but I can't find it.
So I think I'll nominate Harry (Imaginary Friend) as I'll be annoyed if it's him.
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
"I'm not going to nominate anyone because I haven't a fucking clue which end is which right now" said Harry as he sat nursing a pint of weak pale lager in the bar. "In fact, I'll come right bloody clean and admit that it was me that gassed the lieutenant last night. When I heard that the nurse was innocent, I thought that his apparently strategic vote to lynch her was enough to make me suspicious. Add to that the fact that I thought I'd be fucking bumped off that night for surviving the lynch vote meant that I had to do something or risk taking my abilities to the grave with me.
"But I got it wrong, and for that I'm fucking sorry. Lynch me if you want - I realize my story might sound like a story invented to get me out of the noose - because you'd be entitled to your revenge. But until you all can decide what's what, I'm going to go back and think on what's been said by who and see if I can't come up with something that might save us from these Kraut-loving swinehunds."
With that, Harry got up and (leaving his beer unfinished) walked towards the door.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Jay-Emm:
If cuppaT is lying this should be clear soon, if Eliab has been sneaky, c'est la vie.
Not sneaky -- just as it's marked on the tin. He said that the supporting roles were "assigned amongst all players regardless of their other allegiances or abilities."
But it does make it harder to know what to make of someone's declaration of a supporting role. I'd been thinking it was to our advantage for people to declare their roles, but I'd forgotten that the conspirators could have roles too. Still, I think it's probably to our advantage for people to declare, because it gives us more information and we can try to gauge if the declaration sounds innocent or not.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Agnes you have been no help whatsoever of late. I am afraid I have to let you go: you are on your own now.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Are we done for nominations?
As it's the weekend I'll leave the Prosecution phase nominally open until Monday morning (whenever I'm at a computer at least 36 hours from now) since I would be allowing 24 hours week-day time for Defence anyway, but the accused (and others) are welcome to discuss their guilt or innocence now.
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
"I've already said all I can to defend myself, so don't damn well hold things up on my account."
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Jay-Emm:
if Eliab has been sneaky
On this point, no. Roles were distributed entirely at random. Every player got two sets of die rolls, one to determine main role (Conspirator, Nurse, Traitor, Fanatic, ordinary Allied Soldier/Civilian), and one to determine supporting roles (the experts - Artillery, Aviation, Infantry, Military Police, Sapper, Special Brigade). The two sets of rolls were completely independent of each other. Any player, whatever else they are, might have a supporting role.
The role descriptions were written before they were assigned, and designed so that they would do something whether they fell to an innocent or guilty player. Some might have been better for one side or the other (what Conspirator would not have wanted to be the Artillerist?) but there was no bias to assign them that way. The whole point of the supporting roles is that they are no indictor of allegience whatever.
What conclusions you draw from other players' behaviour is up to you, but if you try to second-guess my intentions on the assignment of roles, my sneakiness doesn't enter into it. Blame the dice.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Imaginary Friend:
"I've already said all I can to defend myself, so don't damn well hold things up on my account."
If, on Monday morning, I have a similar statement from anyone else who at that point has been accused, we'll go straight on to voting. Otherwise they get 24 hours of week-day time to make a defence (since not everyone is online at weekends).
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Eliab:
quote:
Originally posted by Jay-Emm:
if Eliab has been sneaky
On this point, no....
Sorry I didn't mean to impugn you, and definitely not to force you to reveal game mechanics (especially as you had made the key facts quite clear earlier).
Beside sneaky isn't necessarily bad, so long as we have a good story at the end and it's not deceitful.
[I'll delay further comments and praise till the game review and hindsight]
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Jay-Emm:
quote:
Originally posted by Eliab:
quote:
Originally posted by Jay-Emm:
if Eliab has been sneaky
On this point, no....
Sorry I didn't mean to impugn you, and definitely not to force you to reveal game mechanics (especially as you had made the key facts quite clear earlier).
It never occurred to me to take "sneaky" as in any way derogatory. I am a lawyer IRL, after all.
The game mechanics aren't secret, either, and they are important. Any argument or analysis which is based on a possible link between secondary roles and allegience will be flawed, because the premise is false. I don't mind one side or other losing because they screw up, but I don't want it to be because someone has misunderstood the game structure, when it is my job to make the set up clear.
[ 08. January 2011, 19:03: Message edited by: Eliab ]
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Hmmm, Sergeant Harry Bournemouth or Mademoiselle Agnés Machant? Harry has been (I think) a bit more talkative. His penultimate post, about being behind the gas attack, does have a ring of outraged innocence to me. Agnés missed the last vote completely; I would expect a Conspirator to be more engaged in the thread, but who knows? Maybe she's had an attack of RL.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Prosecution phase ends. Defence phase begins.
If anyone has had an attack of RL, PM me, and I'll extend time. I'm not going to second-guess people, though. Unless I get such a request, I'll keep this phase short, since we had a nice long Prosecution phase. 24 hours.
Posted by AristonAstuanax (# 10894) on
:
Father Didier decided it was time for an apparition. He was truly shocked Miss Hodge was not only innocent, but a nurse, rather than the murderous scoundrel he was certain of . . .
So much for the knowledge of the Blessed.
And poor Sylvain de Comtisse de Boot (or whatever his name had been). To die like that? Almost as bad as being lynched before you even had a chance to properly live!
Time for a Saintly Blessing. Everyone likes beer, right? Well. Didier knew a thing or two about it, and, with his new Blessed Powers™, he could make what was once swill Divine.
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
"Another thing to bear in mind is that if you believe me that I'm innocent and don't fucking lynch me, the conspirators are likely to kill me overnight so as to keep the number of people with known roles to a minimum. So you might consider voting for Agnés to test that idea.
"But now of course, me having said that, it does make it more likely that the bad guys would fuck with us all by leaving me alive to take the inevitable blame next time sodding round.
"Basically, I'm beginning to think we're pretty much in the shit because I'm not really sure that Agnés is dirty either. But I don't know who bloody is! If I did, I would have nominated someone my-bloody-self.
"So maybe we should go with 'no lynching' today and keep the number of us killed to a fucking minimum for once. That'd leave more of us for the fucking Krauts, at any rate. Ack, I don't know. I'm just thinking out loud: I've not bloody decided what I'm going to vote for yet. Anyone else got any other bright fucking ideas?"
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Sergeant Bournemouth, I have to disagree with you. The only way we have of winning is by lynching the conspirators, and the only way we have to lynch them is to vote for a lynching. So I cannot support your proposal of "no lynching."
At least that will make at least two of us voting to lynch Mademoiselle Machant. I don't have any more reason to think her guilty than to think you are, but (potential) innocents who are here to talk are more valuable than (potential) innocents who aren't (if that makes sense). And as I said, we must vote to lynch.
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
"Good fucking point. So, when the time comes, I'll add my (not inconfuckingsiderable) weight to get her lynched."
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
It's pretty near crunch time, in the 3 deviant case (even if the traitor is unrecognised* **). We've lost after 3 deaths (a lousy lynch and 2 murders or 2 lousy lynches and murder).
If anyone can work out a decent game-plan then let us know.
Failing that I'm going on the assumption that split villagers guarantee we lose, whereas united we have a small chance (50-50 if one of the accused is guilty, still 0 if neither are) and I'm '80%'*** sure that cuppaT is innocent so I'll follow his/her lead.
*I wonder if this might lead to the interesting case of a false villain role call-even if only in a hypothetical modification.
**In this case it is to be assumed that he'll go for the mafia win, although he could probably help us win.
***A number plucked out of...
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
"Mon dieu!" thought Battista, "This beer is suddenly tasting astoundingly good!" He tapped another keg just to make sure.
"Well, the outlook may be bleak for us all, but at least the drinking is going to be satisfying. Bottoms up, my friends."
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
"A-fucking-men, my friend!"
[ 10. January 2011, 18:32: Message edited by: Imaginary Friend ]
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Major Daute sips his morning coffee. Appalling. It tastes of chlorine. Someone should do something about the kitchen staff, he reflects briefly, before realising that somebody already had.
Leaving the cup unfinished, he turns to study his aide's notes. They tell the story of not one but two internecine struggles: two British NCOs and two Belgian civilians in dispute, with:
Sergeant Harry Bournemouth accused by Corporal Jacob Marley; and
Agnés Machant accused by Battista Lalonde.
That's more like it. With two deaths last night, the pool of suspects will soon be cut in half - in fact it certainly will be today unless both the accused are innocent and escape lynching. Daute smiles congratulating himself on resisting the urge to meddle. Soon they'll be a manageable number of suspects left, and he can bring this sorry episode to an end.
VOTING COMMENCES.
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
"I vote for Agnés. Sorry love, but I know I'm fucking innocent."
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
And I also vote to lynch Mademoiselle Agnés Machant.
[ 11. January 2011, 12:31: Message edited by: Autenrieth Road ]
Posted by The Great Gumby (# 10989) on
:
I'm not convinced of the guilt of either of the accused, but by Cpl Marley's reasoning above, if we don't lynch today, we're effectively giving up one of our (probably only two) chances to get a conspirator. That being the case, and because she's not talking much, I vote for Agnes Machant.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
There are 9 of us alive. That means 5 are required to lynch someone. With 3 votes already for Mlle. Machant, 2 more votes will suffice to lynch her. Or, to lynch Sgt. Bournemouth will require 5 out of the now remaining 6 votes to be cast for (or is it against?) him.
After the lynching, a service of compline, with footwashing, will be held to observe Maundy Thursday. The only spots large enough to fit all of our (alas depleted) ranks are Batty's Bar and Major Daute's office. Major Daute objects for fear that the footwashing will damage his hardwood floors. Therefore: see you in Batty's Bar at 9 p.m. Bring a towel.
Posted by Amorya (# 2652) on
:
Well, this time I was a bit suspicious of Harry due to his calling for no lynching. (I know he retracted it, but what else have we to go on?) Also I haven't had much luck following the crowd in the past.
At this stage of the game I don't think someone being quiet makes them more likely to be a conspirator.
But hey, what do I know? I've been wrong before… continually, in fact. Nevertheless:
Voting for Harry
Posted by leonato (# 5124) on
:
I'm not hugely suspicious of either of the two nominees so am in a quandary. No lynching seems out because that leaves no chance of lynching the enemy. So who to vote for? I don't believe silence is clear evidence of guilt, but then nor are loud protestations of innocence.
I'll vote for Harry, at least in part to stop a guaranteed lynching before everyone has voted.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Sadly, Agnes.
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
If I'm allowed to then I'm carrying on with my plan of voting for Whoever CuppaT votes for.
If this is unacceptable then given how the votes lie Harry has the same outcome (which saves any delay).
[In fact assuming Agnes isn't suicidal this means CuppaT has the casting vote]
[ 11. January 2011, 20:38: Message edited by: Jay-Emm ]
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
At least we have a simple narrative/choice for next turn.
If we lynch an innocent then:
Either they were both innocent (and the mafia could be anywhere in the remaining 7)
Or the lynching party consists of the mafia and (a) dupe.
Or the mafia have risked one of their own in a daring (but needless?) bluff.
If we lynch a mafia then:
Either they were both mafia (in which case only 1? remains, again anywhere)
Or the other party consists of the mafia and (a) dupe.
Or the mafia have sacrificed their own in a daring (but needless?) bluff.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Jay-Emm:
[In fact assuming Agnes isn't suicidal this means CuppaT has the casting vote]
We have to assume both that Agnés isn't suicidal, and that she actually shows up to vote. Which isn't guaranteed, since she missed the last vote and didn't show up to defend herself on this vote. To lynch her requires just one more vote at this point. To lynch Harry requires all three remaining votes, including Agnés'. So if you and CuppaT both vote for Harry, we could end up with a 4-4 tie and no lynching.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Jay-Emm:
If I'm allowed to then I'm carrying on with my plan of voting for Whoever CuppaT votes for.
I'm not going to permit that as a valid vote - the reason being that as this is, at least in part, a game of deception, it ought to be possible to say one thing and then do the opposite. If I allow people to vote "same-as-X" then I'm effectively disallowing double crosses of this sort, because no one will believe a stated intention to do that if the deceiver doesn't commit themself, and if they do, then as its a vote it would be irrevocable.
quote:
If this is unacceptable then given how the votes lie Harry
Since you provide an alternative, which plausibly has the effect that you (say that you) want of leaving the decision to CuppaT, that IS a valid vote for Harry.
[ 12. January 2011, 06:23: Message edited by: Eliab ]
Posted by CuppaT (# 10523) on
:
Burt scowls. He not used to being followed around. Just to end all this and put poor Agnes out of her (assumed) RL miseries, I will vote for her.
Missing crucial days at a time and not allowing Mafia to take over one's life is reprehensible. But we all have had too large a dose of RL here on the Ship lately, and I'm sure we all hope that Hen is well and simply busy.
Prayers,
CuppaT
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Agnes is duly lynched, and may post a death scene.
Investigations quickly confirm that Mde. Machant's grandfather served as a Military Policeman, making her something of an expert in their ways.
Further investigations reveal that he left her his antique percussion-cap revolver, which is found with her possessions. A discarded percussion cap exactly matching the weapon was found outside General Zurcon's office on the morning of his death. The conclusion is inescapable. Agnes Machant was a Conspirator.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
And night falls.
It has been a day of tragedy for the Royal Flying Corps. As Archie Blackhouse so optimistically hoped, the new Bristol Fighter did arrive at the front, and flew its first patrol on 5 April, a patrol led by the celebrated and heroic Captain William Leefe Robinson VC. The pilots and observers had been carefully drilled in the sort of two-seater defensive tactics ably and effectively demonstrated by the late Messrs Hamilton and Blackhouse, and trained to fight in a circle formation, with each machine covering the blind-spot under the tail of its neighbour.
The German fighting squadrons, of course, were well-used to such methods. Robinson's patrol of six aircraft was obliterated by five Albatross DIIIs led by Richthofen, the Germans destroying four and damaging one for no loss. Robinson successfully crash-landed and was taken prisoner. He was to die shortly after his release, on the last day of 1918, aged 23.
The Bristol Fighter, once the British pilots had learned to fly it as a fighter, became one of the most effective aircraft of the war.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Battista tapped another keg of the most blessed Belgian beer ever tasted, and gave a silent prayer of thanks.
"Terrible when these leetle ones get caught up in such dreadful things. It is unbearably sad. A sorrowful day indeed. Now drink up my friends, for tomorrow is Good Friday.
The bar will not be open, and I have told the chaplain over in the corner there that he may use the crypt for a service. It will not be a happy day either. It makes me wonder how many of us will get to drink together another day?"
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
I've been drinking milk milked by a Conspirator?! Ewwwwwww! Give me a whisky and whiskey, straight up.
(Phew, we finally got one! Things are looking up!)
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
DAY 5 - "Belgian beer wants a good deal of bush."
Corporal Alan Lund motions the man behind him to stop, and the signal is passed back to the patrol which has just navigated the German wire. Wire isn't a problem for the Anzacs. They've been out here in no man's land more times than they care to remember, and know every treacherous twist of the barbed metal tunnels. Lund passes his rifle back, and inches forward, keeping as low as he can, his bayonet and face both black with soot, as his expert eye studies the German parapet a few yards away.
Nothing. Lund grits his teeth in frustration. That bloody Pom was trying to pick a fight again this afternoon, and Alan has a gutful of beer and is just itching to break someone's face. It isn't the fact that the English Ordnance Sergeant has the wheezing lungs of a gas casualty that saved him a broken jaw. As far as the Anzac is concerned, any cunt who wasn't at Gallipoli can't claim to have seen any fighting at all. What restrains the Aussie's powerful fists was the memory of two previous demotions for brawling, and the hope, if this raid goes well, of winning back his precious third stripe.
He forces himself to wait, crawling forward only a few more feet for a closer view. The mud is cold and foul, but it is better to lie half-submerged than take a bullet in the brain. One rare comfort is that it had been decent beer tonight, for a change. Very decent indeed. Nothing at all like the dogs' piss Batty usually served. Either the wily Belgian had made a mistake, or his dog had died, or, as Lund considers most likely, the old skinflint had 'received' or stolen a spare barrel or two meant for officers, and was flogging it off as his usual bilge. Well in that case, Alan had no qualms about helping him dispose of the evidence.
There! There is just enough starlight to catch the thin line of cigarette smoke above the trench line. That's where the sentry is. Lund stretches his legs, pushing his body softly forward through the mud, once, twice, three times, and then springs over the parapet, splashing down beside the astonished German. His left hand is over the man's mouth in a heartbeat, and the bayonet is at his throat. "Quiet, Fritz. ‘Kamarad', understand? You come with us. Quiet, ja?"
The man's eyes are wide in terror, and he nods as vigorously as he dares given the position of Alan's blade. Suddenly, another German stumbles out of a dug-out entrance, holding out a flask to his comrade, when he sees the Australian, and swings his rifle around at the intruder.
Lund slams the bayonet forward into his prisoner's neck without thinking, and as the second German brings his weapon down, Alan seizes the barrel, jerks the man off-balance, and kicks him solidly in the balls. The other Australians are now at the parapet, and the corporal shoves the stunned enemy towards his men. "He'll do. Let's go!" orders Lund, and as the patrol manhandle the breathless German out of the trench, he flings a Mills bomb at the dugout entrance.
Which strikes the wooden frame, and drops back to disappear in the mud at Alan's feet. He stares down in shock. Best fucking wicket-keeper in the company, and to miss a throw like that! That beer must have been stronger than it looked.
The Australians and their prisoner are half-way across no man's land, dodging from one crump hole to another in between flares, before anyone notices the corporal's absence. But by then, the German machine-gunners are fully awake, and no one suggests that they go back.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Also not answering the morning's role call is Second Lieutenant Burt. Lt. Burt was an Allied Soldier. And he wasn't just wearing that ridiculous helmet-and-goggles get-up for show. He was indeed an Expert Aviator.
Prosecution phase is now open and will be until Monday afternoon (at least 72 hours).
Posted by The Great Gumby (# 10989) on
:
Now, this makes things very interesting! We've caught one conspirator, and I'd wager a substantial sum that the group that voted for Harry to be lynched instead of Agnes contains at least one more. The alternative is a reckless act of back-stabbing within the conspirators' camp, which can't be discounted, but seems highly unlikely. Furthermore, if the aviator just got bumped off, that appears to mean that whoever did it is now out of commission for the next two nights.
[Rules check - does that mean that the conspirator group can't make a hit at all, or just that the particular person who carried out the hit can't?]
If it's just the one person, we may be able to learn something from tomorrow night's actions, i.e. whether there's a single conspirator left, or (assuming we started with 2 conspirators and 1 traitor) if the traitor has made contact with the conspirators. That's still useful, even if not quite as good as two nights without murders.
I strongly suggest that we need to focus our attention on the people who voted to lynch Harry last time. I'll need to check my notes before making a firm accusation.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by The Great Gumby:
[Rules check - does that mean that the conspirator group can't make a hit at all, or just that the particular person who carried out the hit can't?]
Whoever it was whose night action killed Lt. Burt will have been wounded. That person cannot take any action for the next two nights.
If there are more than one conspirators, one of them being wounded doesn't affect any of the others. All it means is that one of them is out of commission. I won't process any orders that that one might have wanted to submit. Everyone else, on either side, is free to act as normal.
Being wounded doesn't stop the character from talking, nominating, defending themselves, voting, and conspiring with their accomplices (if permitted to do so). They can put on a brave enough face that no injury is apparent during the day. The only thing that they can't do is carry out night actions for two full turns.
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
(In voting order)
Harry was the other accused
Battista nominated the guilty
Aurenrieth Rd and the Gt Gumby voted for the guilty.
Amoya, Leonato and Jay-Emm voted for Harry.
We again likely have room for one mistake:
(assuming 2 mafia, 5 innocents)
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Battista put his feet up on a handy keg, and shut his eyes. He was enjoying the day off. As a sign of his deep religious convictions he was fasting from food, which made the ouzo he was sipping even more satisfying.
"Yes, yes, it is the leetle girls we still have to watch. I nominate you, Miss Eliza Bradshaw. I do not think you are at all what you seem."
He took another sip of ouzo, said a barman's prayer for Burt, and sincerely hoped the Greek entry into the war would bring more ouzo his way soon.
Posted by Amorya (# 2652) on
:
Sorry all, having an attack of real life. I'll hopefully post a spirited defence later.
For now I'll say: I can see why you're suspicious of me, I would be as well. I'm merely an innocent who has no freaking clue what's going on.
As you were
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Amorya:
having an attack of real life
I don't want anyone, whatever side they might be on, to be disadvantaged because of RL. If you (or anyone else) need an extension of time to consider another nomination or make a defence, then I'm happy to give one, but you do need to ask.
Nominations will close tomorrow afternoon - since you have indicated RL issues, if Eliza is at that point the only nominee, I'll assume that if you were not otherwise occupied, you would at least have thought about accusing someone else, and give you a short period to do so. If we have two nominees, we'll go to Defence as planned. If you want more time than that, please send a PM with a specific request.
Posted by The Great Gumby (# 10989) on
:
Strange that everyone's gone so quiet, especially considering that we've just got our first serious lead of the game. Having had a glance through my notes, one name leaps out at me - Major Conte Leo di Leonato. He's slipped under the radar so far, never voting before half the votes have been cast, saying little, and of course he voted for Harry to be lynched in preference to Agnes.
I think we could do with hearing more from you, Major.
Posted by leonato (# 5124) on
:
In my defence I admit voting for Harry was wrong, and I can't deny I look guilty, but as I said I had no great reason for suspecting either him or Agnes and so chose pretty much at random at to prevent Agnes being lynched before everyone had voted.
I have often been late to vote, partly because of the effects of real life but mostly because I haven't known who to vote for. After all, many of the candidates for lynching have turned out to be innocent so a bit of caution in voting is justified. Indeed I have voted for no lynching where I thought no nominee was guilty, and it seems I was right to do so (unless Harry is also guilty of course).
Unlike the guilty who can happily and quickly vote for people they know to be innocent, I don't know who is guilty, so any vote is guesswork. Like many people most of my guesses have sadly been wrong, but taking my time to vote is not, I think, proof of guilt. Neither is not nominating. We have had too many nominations which have just ended in the deaths of the innocent.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Two nominees, no requests for more time, so the Defence phase begins.
The accused have 24 hours from now to answer their accusers.
Everyone else may chime in with helpful or unhelpful comments, as usual.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
"Yes, thank you, Captain Slackbladder. I too am of the opinion that the tank commander could be the head of the traitorous opposition. If so, however, he should be unable to attack anyone for the next two nights owing to a slight mishap in picking off Lt.Burt.
If Miss Bradshaw is a turncoat, then actually she is the dangerous one right now, for she may still kill one of us. This was why I nominated her. It is, of course, most important that the remaining citizens vote together.
And no. The bar is still closed. I will however sell you a leetle something to take away with you to tide you over until tomorrow."
Battista smiled. " Of course, it will be a trifle more expensive than usual, but then, who else could you come to on Good Friday?"
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Banner Lady:
"Yes, thank you, Captain Slackbladder. I too am of the opinion that the tank commander could be the head of the traitorous opposition. If so, however, he should be unable to attack anyone for the next two nights owing to a slight mishap in picking off Lt.Burt.
If Miss Bradshaw is a turncoat, then actually she is the dangerous one right now, for she may still kill one of us. This was why I nominated her. It is, of course, most important that the remaining citizens vote together.
And no. The bar is still closed. I will however sell you a leetle something to take away with you to tide you over until tomorrow."
Battista smiled. " Of course, it will be a trifle more expensive than usual, but then, who else could you come to on Good Friday?"
As the 3rd of the 3 suspicious ones, I'm in the slightly odd place that:
While if we lynch a guilty person then I'm sorted (the odds become likely it's one of us two* we can each point fingers, but you have 2 turns)
If we launch an innocent, you are likely to assume that means my & the other's guilt.
I on the other hand am bound to suspect that we three were likely innocent.
Whatever happens after that then we have an interesting (effectively) last turn!
*else their accomplice could have saved Agnes.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
So the suspicion is that Conte di Leonato is a Conspirator and Miss Bradshaw is the Traitor?
We don't know if the Traitor is dangerous yet, because we don't know if s/he has yet found the Conspirators. (Or found the Conspirator, if we think on numerical-advantage grounds that there were only two conspirators to start with.) Would it be better to try to lynch a Conspirator, and so reduce the possibility of the Traitor finding the Conspirator(s)?
Posted by The Great Gumby (# 10989) on
:
Indeed, we don't know if the Traitor has made contact with the Conspirators yet, which is important. If not, and the remaining Conspirator (I'm assuming there were 2 initially) is lynched today, we win. If the Traitor has joined the Conspirators, they will surely be acting like a Conspirator. In either case, we surely need to be looking for Conspirators.
quote:
Originally posted by Banner Lady:
If Miss Bradshaw is a turncoat, then actually she is the dangerous one right now, for she may still kill one of us. This was why I nominated her. It is, of course, most important that the remaining citizens vote together.
This is where I don't follow you. If Bradshaw is the Traitor, and if she has joined the Conspirators, then unless she joined last night (which is possible, but wouldn't give you much cause for suspicion), there's no reason to suppose she didn't carry out last night's hit herself. The same goes for anyone else who might be the Traitor. If we believe someone to be a Conspirator, I think we need to go for them first.
Another factor is that I consider it unlikely that two Conspirators (or rather, one Conspirator and one Traitor who has made contact with them - an unrevealed Traitor is of no immediate concern) would allow a round of nominations to consist of no one but themselves, which virtually guarantees a second Conspirator being lynched. Admittedly, both the accused may be suffering from real life (although what could be more real than being blown to bits in the trenches?), but I doubt that they could both be active members of the Conspirator group.
Posted by leonato (# 5124) on
:
Both Miss Bradshaw and I voted for Harry, which is the primary reason why we were nominated. So if one of us is the traitor it is fairly safe to assume that the traitor has joined the conspirators.
As Gumby says we are probably not both conspirators since surely one of us would have made another nomination. It is possible that we are both innocent and Corporal Marley is guilty. He did nominate Harry in the first place.
I suspect at least one of us three is a conspirator. In my defence I did not nominate Harry, nor was I first to vote for him.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Major Daute is a happy man. Whatever else happens now, he will be able to report that the murderess of General Zurcon is dead.
There is no doubt that is at least one still living accomplice to that crime, because the American aviator was murdered after the conspirator was killed in the course of evading justice. But really, if he ends up needing to pin that latest murder on some unfortunate recently-deceased in order to close the case, it wouldn't be the end of the world. After all, long, pointless discussions on who exactly shot down whom are pretty much the hobby of the air service, and they're welcome to it in this case.
Seven suspects left - so who will they recently-decease today:
Miss Eliza Bradshaw at the instigation of Battista Lalonde; or
Major Conte Leo di Leonato as suggested by Captain Arthur Slackbladder?
Or maybe they are both wrongly accused?
Voting is now open.
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Banner Lady:
"Yes, thank you, Captain Slackbladder. I too am of the opinion that the tank commander could be the head of the traitorous opposition. If so, however, he should be unable to attack anyone for the next two nights owing to a slight mishap in picking off Lt.Burt.
If Miss Bradshaw is a turncoat, then actually she is the dangerous one right now, for she may still kill one of us. This was why I nominated her. It is, of course, most important that the remaining citizens vote together.
And no. The bar is still closed. I will however sell you a leetle something to take away with you to tide you over until tomorrow."
Battista smiled. " Of course, it will be a trifle more expensive than usual, but then, who else could you come to on Good Friday?"
I'm not sure I follow you, if they are both the conspirators then we still win just with no margin.
(this seems unlikely)
If they are 2 of a bigger conspiracy, then they can kill anyway.
(again this is a little unlikely)
In the other cases then worrying about the finer details of roles is unimportant.
If only one is guilty then we need to get whichever we've listed (and then get their accomplice in 2 tries).
If neither are guilty, we've thrown away our chance and need to recognise this ASAP. In which case it will likely remain to the odd innocent to decide the game.
Given it's looking very likely at least one of us will have to convince the odd innocent in a clash between the obvious pair (me and the survivor) and the mafia, I assert that I'll vote the opposite way to the first non accused*.
*of course I may not, and in any case it could be me and an outside member, but...
Posted by The Great Gumby (# 10989) on
:
Well, this is curious. Voting has been open for about 20 hours, and so far, the only post is by someone abdicating responsibility for the decision. I know we're down to 7 of us, but I find that odd.
Anyway, I'm going to stick with my gut instinct and vote for leonato.
Posted by leonato (# 5124) on
:
It certainly is quiet around here.
I obviously don't have much choice in my vote: Eliza Bradshaw
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Captain Slackbladder, it may be odd, or it may reflect that none of us is sure of anything. I'm going to go with your gut instinct and vote for Conte Leo di Leonato.
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by The Great Gumby:
Well, this is curious. Voting has been open for about 20 hours, and so far, the only post is by someone abdicating responsibility for the decision. I know we're down to 7 of us, but I find that odd.
Anyway, I'm going to stick with my gut instinct and vote for leonato.
As promised Eliza.
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
"Right, I'll stick my fucking neck out again... Major Conte Leo di Leonato gets my vote."
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Battista was not sure his fasting from everything except ouzo was helping his thought processes at this critical point. With some difficulty he hung the upturned cup on the bottle and staggered up the stairs to vote.
The freezing wind certainly woke him up. Unfortunately it also woke up his bladder. After a long, satisfying and steamy piss against the church wall, he made his way to the hotel as snow began feathering down in the gathering gloom.
"Well," he thought, "If I vote for Eliza, it is a tied vote, and she is certainly not going to vote for herself. She may not even vote for Conte Leo. It is possible she will vote for no lynching and then we have lost an opportunity to expose a conspirator. And I do indeed think the Conte may be the ringleader." He cleared his throat.
"Very well, Major Daute, I will cast my vote for Conte Leo.
May God have mercy on his soul."
Suddenly, Battista felt a pressing need for another cup of ouzo...
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
"Pass the fucking bottle when you're done, will yer?"
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
In the circumstances, I'm prepared to assume that Eliza is unlikely to have voted for herself, and not hold up the end of voting to wait for someone who may be under RL time pressure.
Conte Leo is lynched and may post a death scene. He was an Allied Soldier.
NIGHT FALLS. Any unwounded character with a night action may take it now.
Posted by The Great Gumby (# 10989) on
:
Shit. Sorry, guys.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
"Merde!!!" Battista was overcome by sorrow. He had honestly liked the dashing tank commander with his love of fine brandy and good wine.
"Ah, mon ami, these leetle girls will be the death of us all yet..."
He sighed, and having sworn off ouzo for life, poured himself a stiff Sambucca.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Ugh. Good Friday has turned out to be very bad indeed. How many more chances do we have?
Posted by leonato (# 5124) on
:
Conte Leonato wakes in the night to hear the unmistakable sound of a lynch mob approaching his hotel. "It's because I'm Calabrian, isn't it?" he mutters to himself. "Nobody trusts us Calabrians".
Luckily the Conte has been preparing for such an eventuality and he is able to leap out of his bedroom window straight into his little tank. He puts it into its fastest reverse gear and zooms out of town.
Sadly the mob have predicted he would do this and manage to surround his tank. Leo knows what he must do, and offering up prayers to every saint he can think of he pulls a small lever on the instrument panel...
...
The exploding tank lit up the night sky for miles, helped by the cache of fireworks some wag of a sergeant had attached to the bomb.
Funeral on Thursday, attended by seventy-five little old Sicilian mourners.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
DAY 6 - “A Story Without a Moral”
Thirty metres below ground, just north of Hill 60 on the Messines ridge, nightfall passes unnoticed. Tam Morton lowers his body onto the crossed wooden boards and swings his legs up into position on the cross-piece of his shovel. He scowls at Jimmy, who is taking over the shift as trammer, responsible for loading the dug clay into the carts passing back up the narrow tunnel towards the line.
“Tha’ reckons tha’ll last the shift, eh Tam?” grins the younger man. Morton is 65, though his enlistment papers give the implausible figure of 33, and the Tunnelling Company accepted him without question. Experienced clay-kickers are too rare to reject on such slender grounds as age. And as far as Tam is concerned, six shillings a day, fully five more than an infantryman earns, is just too good to pass up. Even if one of those “days” includes (as one in three of them does) two gruelling eight hour shifts in a three foot high tunnel under enemy lines. Tam, though, has been working in mines and tunnels, for most of five decades, digging everything from the Manchester sewers to the London underground. Today he feels it.
“Jus’ make sure tha’ keeps a bluidy eye on the fucking mice, lad.” He would have preferred a canary, of course, any miner would, but the canaries are all dead. A gassed mouse curls up in the corner of the cage, which isn’t exactly unusual for mice. A canary falls off its perch. Which, Tam has always felt, is a tad rough on the poor creature. He’d never liked to see dumb animals suffer, but he’d never say so, not here. If his team-mates thought he was sentimental about that sort of thing, they’d laugh like donkeys.
Tam drives the grafting tool forward into the clay, again and again, his limbs working almost automatically. The blade is pushed in, and with a twist of the heels and turn of the hands which has become subconscious, a fresh slab of clay drops from the working face of the tunnel. Martin Peasman, up for a stint as bagger, lies flat on the floor beside Tam, and as the shovel moves back and up, his quick hands scoop the earth into a sandbag which he thrusts and kicks back down the tunnel to Jimmy. The team know their trade, and by the end of the day the tunnel will be fourteen feet longer. Miners working with the ordinary pick and spade couldn’t manage half that. Fourteen feet closer to the point that they can start widening the tunnel for thirty thousand pounds of ammonal explosive, and give three or four thousand Germans on the heavily defended hill one hell of a bad day.
“Fuck! Get out! Out!” Jimmy grabs Martin’s ankles and pulls him down the passage. Morton, absorbed in his work, is slow to react, and by the time he has shifted his aching bones from the inclined planks running from floor to ceiling, and turned around in the narrow space between the boards and the wall, his mates are ten yards away, barely visible in the dim light. Dirt is falling heavily from the shaking ceiling, and one of the timber props at the side suddenly twists out of place and falls across the tunnel. A second later, a wall of clay descends in front of Tam, smothering the lamp and blocking out the light. He doesn’t even see whether Jimmy and Martin were clear of the collapsing roof.
It takes a moment for the facts to sink in. A fall like that could easily be twenty yards or more in length. God knows what caused it. Artillery fire above, a German camouflet, or simply the ground itself treacherously shifting. It doesn’t matter. At best, at the very best, there’s thirty feet of clay between the tunnel’s end and fresh air, and there’s no way, no way at all, that even the best clay-kicker could clear that, and guard against another fall, before the trapped air runs out.
Tam carefully runs his hands over the fallen clay, hoping in vain for some gap or escape. He finds the mouse cage half-buried, and tugs it free. The mice are squeaking wildly. The old miner grips the bars hard and wrenches the cage apart. There’s no chance, really, that even a mouse could find a way out, but a mouse stands more chance than a man, and they deserve whatever he can give them. Morton takes a deep breath of air, air that he already imagines is getting thicker, and relieves his nervous bladder by pissing in the direction of Germany. He then slowly and carefully shifts the boards around, gropes for his spade, and lies back, kicking again and again into the collapsed tunnel, until his head is swimming and he can work no more.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
It's morning. Trench raids, shelling, accident, disease, machine-guns and sniper fire, have all claimed victims in the night, but the good news is, none of you were amongst them. You are all still gloriously alive!
But as your last lynching victim was innocent, there's obviously at least one killer still out there. And so the Prosecution phase begins...
Posted by The Great Gumby (# 10989) on
:
Ooh, so it looks like the Conspirator's all on his/her own! Which means that we've got a bit more breathing space, and a second chance - unless the Traitor made contact last night (bare odds, all things being equal, of 1 in 5), we can finish it today if we lynch the Conspirator.
[ETA: I think that's right. I don't think I've missed anything, but it's possible.]
[ 20. January 2011, 21:06: Message edited by: The Great Gumby ]
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Eliab:
It's morning. Trench raids, shelling, accident, disease, machine-guns and sniper fire, have all claimed victims in the night, but the good news is, none of you were amongst them. You are all still gloriously alive!
But as your last lynching victim was innocent, there's obviously at least one killer still out there. And so the Prosecution phase begins...
Drat I was hoping it was going to be clearer today, but no.
(The Mafia, if there are 2, still win on a wrong lynch. I presume they want to increase the odds)
For what it's worth, I'd divided the world into 3 disjoint pairs (where I thought a split mafia required 'irrational' action*) and was going to assume the odd member would be courted by both sides. That's rather moot now.
Hmm it's tempting to try and see if we can settle at this equilibrium. Are the mafia up for a draw?
* for suitably vague definitions of irrational, that exclude the mafia predicting me/us thinking like that.
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
Why didn't I think of that GG?
[edited below]
Oh and in response to AR
If there are 3 mafia then they're just playing with us, so we may as well enjoy it.
If there are 2 mafia, then this is our last chance.
If there is a one mafia, then we can lynch the conspirator (by mistake) but not an innocent (else the conspirator will declare at dusk and end up with a villager, conspirator and mafia)
[ 20. January 2011, 21:15: Message edited by: Jay-Emm ]
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Holy Saturday, it is today. Holy Mess over at the tunnelling. Let's hope it's not a Holy Mess here today too. There's some hope in that none of us were killed last night, which gives us (I figure it) a few more chances at lynching the apparently single remaining Conspirator (agreeing with Captain Slackbladder's reasoning).
Corporal Marley, what are your three sets of disjoint pairs? And who do you mean by "the odd member"?
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Autenrieth Road:
Holy Saturday, it is today. Holy Mess over at the tunnelling. Let's hope it's not a Holy Mess here today too. There's some hope in that none of us were killed last night, which gives us (I figure it) a few more chances at lynching the apparently single remaining Conspirator (agreeing with Captain Slackbladder's reasoning).
Corporal Marley, what are your three sets of disjoint pairs? And who do you mean by "the odd member"?
I think I've got the one mafia case wrong (I seem to have missed a round, or forgotten there wasn't a death)
The odd member would be the person from the pair that the death occured in. That was assuming a two person mafia.
As for the grouping, I'd be curious to see what other peoples thinking is, but the root of the thinking is...
if Battista's a mafia, why did she nominate a mafia?
why would a mafia Eliza be conspicuous to vote against a mafia?
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Battista opened the door of the bar quietly. His head hurt rather badly. Who to suspect? Captain Slackbladder, who led the push to lynch the Italian? Sgt Harry with his forthright opinions and language? Corporal Marley who nominated the first innocent to be lynched and likes to speak in statistics? Nurse Rhoda who always sounds so sensible? Or the elusive Miss Bradshaw?
If there is only one conspirator left, then they cannot attack anyone for one more night, non? And if there is only one conspirator, then perhaps, by agreement with Agnes who needed to leave the game, the conspirator voted for her and not Harry.
On the other hand, perhaps we were left in tact BECAUSE Miss Bradshaw was detained elsewhere. Merde, but it was hard to think with such a thumping hangover....
Posted by The Great Gumby (# 10989) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Jay-Emm:
If there are 3 mafia then they're just playing with us, so we may as well enjoy it.
Interesting point arising from this - can the Conspirators elect not to kill on a given night? It would be an extraordinarily unorthodox strategy, but it could conceivably be to their advantage in certain situations, so I suppose we shouldn't rule it out.
But if there were 3 (i.e. 3 active members of the Conspirator grouping, rather than 2 and an as-yet unrevealed Traitor), the game would already have been declared over. They win once the numbers are equal, as they can deadlock any vote and pick us off at night. So that isn't the case, although it's just about conceivable that there are 2 Conspirators and a Traitor still unable to find them.
Much more likely is one Conspirator and one Traitor, who will either be in contact but lying low (unlikely), have made contact last night (possible - my previous estimate of the odds is misleading, as the Traitor may well have already investigated some of the remaining players, so it may be more like 1 in 3), or still be in the dark.
If the Traitor is now in contact, the numbers already look bad for us, but as lynching an innocent would lose, we may be better off not lynching today, as the odds of getting all 3 innocents to vote for either of 2 from 5 are better than getting 4 to vote for either of 2 from 6.
OTOH, if the Traitor is still isolated, we must lynch today, as we could win the game and as there will be no murder tonight, we will still be in the majority tomorrow, whatever happens. I think we have to go for this, as the odds seem better, and if the Traitor's found the Conspirator, our chances don't look good anyway.
Posted by The Great Gumby (# 10989) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Banner Lady:
Battista opened the door of the bar quietly. His head hurt rather badly. Who to suspect? Captain Slackbladder, who led the push to lynch the Italian?
I realise you're only listing sketchy cases against each of us, Battista, but I simply must respond to this. We all agreed (including those who were implicated as a result) that anyone who had voted for Harry was an obvious suspect. I still believe that to be the case. I considered the Italian's record to be particularly suspicious, hence the nomination and vote (you yourself agreed that he looked dodgy, even while arguing for Eliza's guilt), but to describe it as leading the push is something of an exaggeration. It was less me leading the push than everyone else staring at the ground, whistling.
I made the nomination 3 days after nominations opened (and probably wouldn't have done so if there had been more than 1 other nomination in that time), and cast the first vote a full 20 hours after voting began, following which I was joined by all the others who had voted for Agnes. I wish our Generals had the same relaxed approach to their own "pushes" - there would be far fewer corpses strewn around Flanders.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Rules question:
quote:
Originally posted by The Great Gumby:
can the Conspirators elect not to kill on a given night?
No night action is compulsory. The conspirators can elect not to kill.
I should add that this rules set up (unlike some previous games) does not require the killers to agree on a victim. I will simply process the first order to kill that I get from a conspirator. So if Joab and Abishai are conspirators, and Abishai decides that inactivity is their best strategy, his PM to me saying "no action" is not binding on Joab. All it means is that Abishai is staying in bed. Joab can send me a order to murder Abner, and Abner will die. Only if all conspirators decline to kill will there be no murder.
While I'm at it, this (from further up the thread) suggests a misunderstaning of the rules:
quote:
Originally posted by Jay-Emm:
**In this case it is to be assumed that he [/b][the traitor][b]'ll go for the mafia win, although he could probably help us win.
Who a traitor might help, I can't possibly say, but he or she cannot share in an Allied win. The traitor's victory condition is that he or she has defected AND that the conspirators win. Any other result is a loss.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Battista's head had cleared enough for him to pour a decent beer again. The weather had turned even colder, but there were not many in the bar tonight.
He leant on the barcophagus and lined up a few odd cups thoughtfully.
Of the six of us left alive, how did we all do with our nominations and voting so far?
Corporal Marley was the first to nominate an innocent to die. He, Miss Bradshaw and I all voted to lynch poor Fr. Didier. Captain Slackbladder, Sergeant Harry and Nurse Rhoda voted otherwise.
In that round we know by hindsight TWO innocents were nominated, but we would expect the conspirators to vote together and Agnes voted for Fr.Didier.
On the second day, again we know two innocents were nominated. Agnes voted for Lt.Alice Adler, as did Corporal Marley, Miss Bradshaw, Captain Slackbladder, Sergeant Harry and I.
On the third day, Miss Hodge was nominated by Lt. Hearte and Sgt Harry nominated by Miss Hodge. We know Miss Hodge was innocent, and that all of us left voted for her execution. Agnes voted late for no lynching when it was already a foregone conclusion.
On the fourth day Agnes, nominated by me, was voted out of the war with Miss Bradshaw and Conte Leo voting for Harry, who was nominated by Corporal Marley. Agnes, we know was a conspirator. Corporal Marley tried to make his vote conditional in that round.
On the fifth day Conte Leo was nominated by Captain Slackbladder and Miss Bradshaw by me. Corporal Marley declared he would vote the opposite way arbitrarily to the previous poster. He therefore voted for Miss Bradshaw.
Conte Leo was executed at the instigation of Captain Slackbladder, Sergeant Harry, Nurse Rhoda and myself. I deeply regret that in order to effect an outcome, I did not vote for my nominee.
Miss Bradshaw is now missing for most of the time, and Corporal Marley is looking very suspicious to my way of thinking. But I am going to nominate Miss Eliza Bradshaw once more, simply to try to see if I am right in my suspicions.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Holy Saturday was dragging on interminably. Lord, but it was quiet. The world seemed deserted and the temperature continued to plummet. Battista went back over the last bitter week.
On April 2 Miss Adler had nominated Colonel Sylvain.
Colonel Sylvain had nominated Miss Bradshaw.
Fr.Didier had nominated Miss Hodge.
Sgt. Harry had nominated Pax Romana/ Captain Slackbladder.
Lord Harris had nominated Dai Laicattell.
Corporal Marley had nominated Fr. Didier.
Fr. Didier was lynched and Dai Lacattell, who refused to vote, died overnight.
On April 3 Lt. Hearte had nominated Colonel Sylvain.
I chose to nominate Alice Adler.
Miss Adler was lynched and Lord Harris was killed overnight.
On April 4. Lt. Hearte nominated Miss Hodge.
Miss Hodge nominated Sgt. Harry.
Miss Hodge was lynched and Lt.Hearte and Col. Sylvain were killed overnight.
On April 5. Corporal Marley nominated Sgt Harry.
I chose to nominate Miss Agnes.
Agnes was the first conspirator lynched, and Lt. Burt was killed overnight.
On April 6. Captain Slackbladder nominated Conte Leo.
I chose to nominate Miss Bradshaw.
Conte Leo was lynched and for the first time, no-one was killed overnight.
It is interesting to see how many of us left are reluctant to nominate anyone, even when we ourselves are accused. Nurse Rhoda, and Miss Bradshaw for example, have never nominated anyone. Captain Slackbladder, living up to his name, has ventured to point the finger once as has Sgt. Harry. Corporal Marley has weighed in twice, and I have been the most active (and the most successful) in trying to find the conspirator. If it is the quiet ones we have to watch, then may I suggest ladies and gentlemen, some of you need to begin to venture an opinion.
Battista poured himself a hot toddy to fend off the creeping cold, and settled himself down to wait out the rest of the day. He was vaguely troubled that someone may have declared an Easter armistice and not bothered to tell him about it.
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
"I'm afraid my drink-addled brain can't bloody remember if Captain Sackbladder's voting record has anything suspicious in it" remarked Sgt Bournemouth. "That he nominated an innocent in the last round puts him on my fucking watch list, that's for sure. I'm not officially nominating him at the moment though, because I'd prefer to see if others smell the same stench of shit on him that I do, metafuckingphorically speaking."
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
I'm trying to learn from the unfortunate experiences of my sister Rose, and not get carried away with convictions of guilt leading to nominations. Today I'm inclined to trust Monsieur Lalonde and his nomination of Miss Bradshaw. This is because (a) M. Lalonde is the one who nominated the guilty Mlle. Machant and (b) I'm inclined to suspect those who voted to spare Mlle. Machant rather than those who voted to lynch her.
It does seem odd to have a vote with only one candidate, so I nominate Corporal Jacob Marley.
Sergeant Bournemouth, I could almost get behind your suspicion of Captain Slackbladder, except that I agree with Captain Slackbladder that in his nomination of Conte Leonato he was expressing the general sentiment of which group seemed most likely to hide a Conspirator.
[ 23. January 2011, 13:24: Message edited by: Autenrieth Road ]
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
"So that settles it then: since it's a fucking imperative that we get a lynching, I'm not going to run the risk of a split vote. I'm not going to nominate today."
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
If it was just me putting my bets on combinations
I'd probably still go for Harry&Bannista or Slackbladder&Rhonda.
However there is a chance of the single conspirator, which would tie in with (me or) Eliza, and we would then win.
This probably is more likely than the odds of me picking right and persuading all innocents (after all support is likely to be evidence of picking wrong) and then getting it right again.
If nothing else at least one other innocent is responsible for the nomination state. So I think I won't nominate.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Two people have nominated already, two others say that they aren't going to, and anyone else has had a fair chance.
Prosecution over.
Defence phase begins.
The accused have until at least midnight on Monday (27 hours from now) to explain themselves, and longer if I go to bed at any sort of sensible time.
As always, if time extensions are needed, PM me.
Posted by The Great Gumby (# 10989) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Banner Lady:
If it is the quiet ones we have to watch, then may I suggest ladies and gentlemen, some of you need to begin to venture an opinion.
Ha! Considering that you suggested that I should be under suspicion precisely for venturing an opinion, even one that everyone shared, I find this more than a little rich. I agree that it's important to venture opinions and make accusations, just as it is to talk in general, but if that's the case, it's in our interests not to be excessively suspicious of those who make accusations but get it wrong (which is bound to happen when any accusation is made - look at the odds).
I'll make no accusation today, though, as the two obvious candidates (to my mind, at any rate) have already been nominated, and any additional nomination would surely look like an attempt to split the vote.
[Gah! Would you look at that cross-post!]
[ 23. January 2011, 20:08: Message edited by: The Great Gumby ]
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
I think I've said all I've got to be say, already.
It should be almost clear we're not both mafia (and if we were it doesn't really matter this turn anyway).
But I can't think of any actions that can prove mutual innocence (even knowing mine), if I could I'd have made a last ditch accusation.
And given I'm not really sure of Eliza's guilt (or innocence), the only reason I'd go for her over me is that I know I am innocent.
After all if I had an argument that would sway you, then it would also be in a mafia-me's interest to use it.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
“Six left” mutters Major Daute. “How many more have to die before the last of the enemy agents are exposed?”
He takes another sip of Cognac. It doesn’t matter really. So long as they keep killing each other, he’ll keep writing up his report. Then medals for the survivors, and, with luck, a promotion or two for the staff. But who’s for it today:
Miss Eliza Bradshaw who is definitely not popular with Battista Lalonde; or
Corporal Jacob Marley who’s suspected by Nurse Rhoda Autenrieth?
Or, perhaps, it was someone else altogether?
We’ll see.
VOTING COMMENCES
[ 25. January 2011, 08:28: Message edited by: Eliab ]
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Miss Eliza Bradshaw.
Posted by The Great Gumby (# 10989) on
:
*sigh* Let's take the plunge, then.
Eliza Bradshaw
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by The Great Gumby:
*sigh* Let's take the plunge, then.
Eliza Bradshaw
I don't have any option
Eliza
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
"Eliza it bloody is then. By the way, can I run the bar when you're gone?"
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
A decision has been reached. Eliza may post a death scene any time from now, but please do not reveal your role until Nurse Autenrieth has had at least 24 hours from now to register a pro forma vote.
If there is anyone whose night action will not be influenced by learning the newly-deceased's role, then they can submit orders now to save time.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Oh well. No votes to lynch my nominee. Miss Eliza Bradshaw.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Eliab:
If there is anyone whose night action will not be influenced by learning the newly-deceased's role, then they can submit orders now to save time.
That sounds rather ominous. And Harry, are you quite sure you realize who you are voting for? No more drinks for you today I'm afraid. I think you've had quite enough...
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Eliza Bradshaw is dead.
Her silence was clearly more the product of terror than guilty, because she was entirely innocent, an Allied Civilian.
NIGHT FALLS.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
DAY 7 – “Watch This Space”
“Christ is risen – good morning, monsieur!”
“Ah, he is risen indeed. Bonjour, Madame du Clerk.” Lieutenant Arthur Harris looks up from his borrowed bicycle and smiles at Isabel, the Belgian widow in whose farmhouse he is billeted. He wheels the machine to the gate and sets off towards the temporary airfield at which his squadron is based, and at which the chaplain will shortly be celebrating Easter communion. Harris is still unsure whether the transfer to Belgium was right. He had been feeling increasingly redundant as a pilot in a Home Defence squadron, what with the once-terrifying Zeppelins beginning to look more at more like obsolete, and highly flammable, gas bags. And the promise of a quick promotion to Flight Commander in a fighting squadron in Flanders was very tempting. But the last week’s flying was deadly quiet, barely a hostile aircraft sighted. All the action was taking place to the south, around Arras. Was the move to Ypres a mistake?
Arthur’s thoughts are interrupted by the hum of an engine overhead, a Sopwith 1½ Strutter returning from patrol, most likely, with the occasional sudden break in the noise a clear sign of engine trouble. He looks up and after a few minutes locates the silhouette. The aircraft is turning, from west, to north west, to north. It’s going to pass almost straight overhead.
That’s away from the airfield! Not a Strutter, then – an EA, then. The first bloody EA that Arthur has seen out here, and he’s on a bicycle. It must have copped some Archie crossing the line, or had a dud engine, and be turning back. A few seconds’ observation confirms it. The aircraft is plainly losing height – not quickly, but it’s clearly in some trouble. Probably a Rumpler C-type, acting as a light bomber and out to hit reserves moving up the Poperinghe road. Harris imagines the pilot’s frustration at having to abandon his mission. The usual protocol would be to drop any payload over the enemy trenches, but that would risk exposure to more fire from the ground, with very little chance of hitting a significant target. Most airmen would ditch the bombs at anything vaguely noteworthy behind enemy lines, and then get home over as quiet a spot as possible. The German observer would be looking for any likely building to bomb.
A sick realisation hits Harris like a punch in the stomach, and he spins his bicycle around and hammers the pedals back up the lane to the farmhouse. He’s a fit man, but a fit man cycling cannot hope to outpace even a struggling biplane. As the flying officer races frantically back to his billet, the bomb seems to hang in the air for a second, and then a fountain of dust of broken glass bursts out of the farmhouse on every side.
Arthur finds Isabel’s body, or most of it, beside the crushed hen-house. The farmhouse walls are still standing, but inside is one vast empty space, the floor littered with a smashed up mess of roof-tiles and splintered furniture and floorboards. Good God, that was one light bomb. Just one. A twenty pounder, most likely. Lt Harris remembers his first night on Home Defence – the squadron wit, with a cousin in the Air Ministry, had passed around an official memorandum from 1915 in which an expert had expressed the opinion that no purpose could ever be served in using explosive ordnance from the air as gravity alone would suffice. The short-sighted fool should be here now, where, two years later, a light bomb could knock out a large building. Next year? The year after? God knows that the Zeps were bad enough, until scout aircraft got good enough to reach the same height and take them down, but one day machines were going to get powerful enough to carry dozens of bombs bigger than the one that struck this farmhouse, and go fast and high enough that they could cross the lines with impunity and destroy whole towns, cities, even. God help us all, then.
Arthur Harris turns his bicycle around slowly, and heads to his squadron to report.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Another quiet night. When Easter morning breaks, sending the joy of Christ's resurrection in the hearts of every Christian presently engaged in the war in Flanders, all of our (remaining) intrepid heroes are ALIVE to celebrate.
Which means, of course, that at least one undetected murderer remains, and it's time to decide who this is most likely to be.
Prosecution phase opens.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Battista awoke to the sound of snow falling and a priest chanting 'Resurrexi et adhuc tecum sum. Alleluia!'
He shook his head and listened hard again. It sounded for all the world like Father Didier, but surely that was impossible.
'Well,' he muttered, 'forgive me father, but I have got it wrong again. The conspirator is still among us and now we are down to five. A little divine inspiration would not go amiss right now.'
He stumped over to the pot-bellied stove and busied himself lighting the fire. The only thing he wanted to drink right now was strong, hot, coffee. He had been saving a rare spoonful of it for a significant day of celebration, and being alive today seemed good enough.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
Alleluia. The Lord is risen. The Lord is risen indeed. Alleluia.
Would that I felt so optimistic. I feel much more like the myrrh-bearing women, who must have felt dreadfully confused on coming to the tomb and finding the stone rolled away, and no body, but a shining young man in white.
Well, who's left? Monsieur Lalonde, Captain Slackbladder, Sergeant Bournemouth, Corporal Marley, and me, Nurse Autenrieth. You four conceal a Conspirator and a Traitor. The Traitor may have joined up with the Conspirator last night. (Unless there was only one Conspirator to start with, and the Traitor is already joined up. But only one Conspirator seems unlikely.) (The lack of murders the last two nights strongly suggests that there were only two Conspirators.)
M. Lalonde nominated the Conspirator Mlle. Machant, so is presumably Innocent. Corporal Marley voted not to lynch Mlle. Machant, which seems like prima facie evidence of Guilt. Unless the Conspirator felt forced into voting against his co-Conspirator? That would suggest that a late voter for Mlle. Machant might be a Conspirator, trying to avoid an accusation of splitting the vote. I can't remember who voted when; must review my notes.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
The votes when we succeeded in lynching a Conspirator were:
Sgt. Bournemouth, for Mlle. Machant.
Nurse Autenrieth, for Mlle. Machant.
Cpt. Slackbladder, for Mlle. Machant.
Miss Bradshaw, for Sgt. Bournemouth.
Conte Leonato, for Sgt. Bournemouth.
M. Lalonde, for Mlle. Machant.
Cpl. Marley, who tried to make his vote dependent on 2nd Lt. Burt's vote, but this was disallowed, hence for Sgt. Bournemouth.
2nd Lt. Burt, for Mlle. Machant.
Most of us still alive voted relatively early, except for Corporal Marley, who tried to evade responsibility for a choice, and M. Lalonde, whom I believe to be Innocent. I'm sorry, Corporal, but you look awfully suspicious.
I nominate Corporal Jacob Marley.
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
Jacob was out of ideas, and again feeling that Nurse Rhonda was looking at him in a very peculiar way.
If there had only been one active enemy then only the voting behaviour with respect to Agnes told anything, he shuddered as he realised the implications.
He wondered, two villains must still be out there (possibly working together) he had been nominated, was this the villagers at loggerheads or a mafia keen to remove a vulnerable corporal.
Yet Nurse Rhonda, (and indeed all the rest) had voted early (or nominated) to condemn the known mafia. Of these Harry had the most reason to vote for a fellow mafia, although had failed to offer a 3rd (innocent), he had tried to go for no lynching first.
It was a thin thread and, he had suspected him before on faulty reasoning (that maybe Harry had nominated Slackbladder to shield Eliza in the first round) but it had a chance of getting a guilty party.
Posted by AristonAstuanax (# 10894) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Banner Lady:
Battista awoke to the sound of snow falling and a priest chanting 'Resurrexi et adhuc tecum sum. Alleluia!'
He shook his head and listened hard again. It sounded for all the world like Father Didier, but surely that was impossible.
'Well,' he muttered, 'forgive me father, but I have got it wrong again. The conspirator is still among us and now we are down to five. A little divine inspiration would not go amiss right now.'
Father Didier finished with the Easter office. Divine inspiration he didn't have (turns out that the Beatific Vision doesn't quite work like you'd think it would—it seems that, even in Heaven, some Mysteries have to remain), but a good Poke of Beatitude he could do.
"Vote, you silly mortals! Even Father Aquinas is getting impatient—and Brother Anselm has good money riding on this one!"
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
I intend to close the nominations phase on Monday afternoon, which I think is sufficient to ensure that anyone who wants to nominate has had a chance to. That means that you have 14 hours from now if you still want to nominate.
There's nothing to stop the accused from explaining their positions before then, of course.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Prosecution phase over.
Defence phase begins. The suspects have 24 hours to weasel their way out of trouble, then we start the vote.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Major Daute chews his pencil thoughtfully as he considers the accusations. Not at lot to go on, even if he cared about the result, which, frankly, at this stage he does not. Whether from bravado, or blind funk, the two defendants stand mute. Enough already.
Time to VOTE:
Cpl. Jacob Marley prosecuted by Nurse Rhoda Autenrieth; or
Sgt. Harry Bournemouth on the indictment of Cpl. Jacob Marley?
Or is it possible that both accusers are tragically mistaken?
Voting commences.
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
"Bollocks! Fuck me for not getting round to bloody defending myfuckingself. Shit-for-brains that I am.
"I'm obviously voting for Cpl. Marley, so I might as well get the ball rolling."
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
I'm not voting for myself either.
There's a faint chance I can feel smug at the end of the game, and in the more likely chance of voting for an innocent it's not like I'll be the only one.
Harry
Posted by The Great Gumby (# 10989) on
:
The only remaining person who didn't vote to lynch Agnes, it has to be Marley.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Battista listened as the snow storm increased in intensity. Brrrr, but it was cold. Cold as death.
He went back over who had voted with whom. Six times the Sergeant and the Captain had voted together. Five times Harry and Rhoda had voted together. Five times Slackbladder and the nurse had voted together. Marley often voted on his own.
Did this mean anything? A dim memory stirred, of Harry growling 'Trust me, I'm fucking dangerous'.
"Very well, Major Daute, today I will vote for
Harry".
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
I have the deciding vote, then. I'm not convinced by M. Lalonde's analysis of pairs voting, because the evidence of no murders for the last two nights points to just one conspirator left, with the traitor joining up no earlier than last night, if then. So who would have had any knowledge to be voting in pairs? Captain Slackbladder's reasoning is more in line with sussing out how one would have expected a conspirator to vote. Unless the conspirators were playing a deceptive strategy? But that raises more puzzles than I can solve at the moment. So I shall hope that we have trapped a conspirator by his earlier defensive vote to spare Mlle. Machant, and vote to lynch Corporal Jacob Marley.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Corporal Marley is lynched, on suspicion of being a conspirator. He may post a death scene.
Unfortunately, the Corporal was an Allied Soldier. The conspirator(s), whoever they are, still pose a threat.
NIGHT FALLS.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
[HISTORICAL NOTE]
Having introduced a historical figure into this morning's narrative, I should point out that while Arthur Harris (later 'Bomber' Harris of Bomber Command in WWII) did serve as a Home Defence pilot, and transfered to the Western Front in 1917, after the Zeppelin threat had largely subsided and the Gotha raids were yet to materialise, and was to claim his first victory (or five) over Ypres in July that year, he did not, in the real world, transfer until June. The placement in Belgium in April 1917 is an anachronism.
The Air Ministry memo, commenting on the redundancy of putting explosives in anything that you mean to drop on people, though, is genuine.
The rest was fiction.
[/HISTORICAL NOTE]
Posted by The Great Gumby (# 10989) on
:
Captain Slackbladder had had enough. He was tired of the trenches, tired of keeping his head down, tired of the constant din of the whizzbangs and mortars. He certainly had no intention of staying alive through 3 years of bloody war only to be bumped off by a crazy serial killer in some godforsaken corner of Belgium.
If anyone could offer him a way out, a fresh start, a chance to escape the insanity of all this, he was all ears. Maybe tonight could be the start of a whole new life.
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
Liam Marley took the train and then the bus until he got to his old families residence in Ashbourne.
His father had recently died, and he wasn't getting any younger.
Following the tall spire to St Oswalds wasn't that difficult, and finding the war memorial not that hard either.
Maybe among the veteran's someone would remember his grandfather dead in the trenches of 1917. Failing that maybe his grandmother before she moved, heavy with child, to Liverpool in the winter of that same year.
But even seeing where he was immortalised in stone would be a start, he'd failed to find a trace in Mapleton, Mayfield. He looked at the names, Mark Lawrence, Joan Letts (nurse), Carl Letts, Michael Mace,Abel Matthews, the list went on without a break to Jason Williams,
The investigation following the sad events at Flanders may have eventually cleared the name of Jacob Marley, but his name was missing from all memorials.
[and back to the plot]
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
DAY 8 – “People We take Our Hats off To”
The staff car passes Hell-fire Corner just before dawn. Major Daute hates the idea of being so close to the front, and particularly being close to it at a spot that the German gunners have ranged to an inch. But there’s no help for it. If he’s to make any sense of the patchy notes for the grand plan left by General Zurcon, and win his promotion by saving the Flanders offensive, he has to see whether the rough sketch plan matches what he presumes was the General’s view from the Menin road. The dull first light is all he needs to check.
It isn’t. The contours of the land are all wrong. God alone knows what the General was sketching, but it wasn’t this section of the front. Damn! A wasted trip. The Major curses bitterly and turns back to his car, the black shape almost invisible against the charcoal-grey sky to the west. Major Daute’s aide and his driver lean against the vehicle, their difference in rank momentarily forgotten as they share one of the pleasures common to every class – a smoke. As the Major approaches, his hand automatically dips to his pocket, and he extends a rather inferior brand of cigarillo to the younger officer, to take the third light.
The two smokers see Major Daute stagger and fall a split second before hearing the crack of the sniper’s rifle. A second later they are crouched knee-deep in the mud and the roadside, hearts pounding, not knowing whether the German can possibly see well enough for another shot, as the sun rises peacefully in the east.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Battista Lalonde was has been killed in the night.
A thorough search of Batty's Bar reveals not only a stock of the usual contraband, but also some pages torn from General Zurcon's notebooks, and a few rough copy notes made in an obsolete German cipher. In Major Daute's absence, the military authorities are quite content to close the case, and to place the blame for the whole affair on Belgian collaborators. For diplomatic reasons, that side of the story is given little attention, which is a pity, because it means that no consideration is given to the possibility that the incriminating evidence was planted on M. Lalonde, an innocent Allied Civillian.
The surviving suspects are duly exonerated, and recommended for the Military Cross (the George Cross in the case of civilians), for sterling work in opposing enemy agents. The decorations are confirmed, and bestowed in June 1917. In Sgt. Bournemouth's case, the award is posthumous, the veteren NCO having subsequently died in mysterious circumstances, as the last innocent person who could possibly have known any details of General Zurcon's master-piece of strategy.
The conspirators have an unbreakable majority. Any remaining innocents may post death scenes.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Battista looked at his new wristwatch. It was late, very late; and someone was pounding on the bar door.
He had already dealt twice with the authorities today; once by the MP's, who were checking that he was not selling alcohol on Easter Sunday or entertaining a private bar secretly; and then by Major Daute who wanted to check his papers and question him further about the recent murders.
Battista was always troubled whenever he was asked for his papers. Which ones should he produce? There were times when it was distinctly advantageous to have been born on the wrong side of the blanket and on the border of three countries; but lately it had become a bit like playing Russian roulette.
It was of no use explaining that he was a Belgian citizen with one French and one Italian parent, and with a daughter and son-in-law in occupied Luxembourg. He was glad his wife and grandchildren were safe in Switzerland with his wife’s sister. He hoped his brother’s hotel in Germany was doing as well as Batty’s Bar was doing. He had heard many conflicting reports in recent times, and it seemed highly unlikely that everyone in his family would survive. But, with Gallic optimism, he hoped they all would meet again soon. It was imperative that he should make whatever money he could, because some of his family would probably only get out of this with the clothes on their backs – if they were lucky.
“My papers, Major Daute?”
Hmmm. One never ever admitted to the English that one had a French parent. The French authorities however, would be immediately ameliorated by this information. The Belgian constabulary were always sympathetic when they learned his children were unable to leave Luxembourg, and the Germans became amenable business partners once he mentioned his brother and daughter were supporting the war effort in the hospitality industry in both the Fatherland and in occupied territory.
“I am, of course, a Belgian citizen. You know this; for here are the papers to prove it. I hope everything here is to your satisfaction? And please, take this vintage magnum of Veuve Clicquot to your next staff celebration as you go. It is the least I can do for you dedicated officers, non?”
The pounding got louder.
"All right, all right!" shouted Battista, "No need to kick the door in!"
Battista opened the door for the last time just as his Omega ticked over to midnight. The sound of the pistol shot was absorbed by the howling snow flurry outside. A small pool of blood spread in the snow and froze as at dripped down the stairs of the crypt. As Battista's eyes glazed over, he heard the crunching of footsteps in the snow. A single wafer fluttered down into the blood, and somewhere above he could clearly hear Father Didier saying: "He is risen indeed."
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
Well done Slackbladder and Autenreith Road.
Be interested to hear your perspective and when you met up (and which is the traitor and which the pure mafia). What you think ought to have given you away, etc...
Excellent hosting, Eliab.
Amazed at the detail you put in, especially as I realised I couldn't stay in character (or comprehensible or within bounds*) for 2 posts.
*not that it mattered as I was always barking up the wrong tree.**
**Though could I ignore the fact it was based on faulty logic and pretend my posts on the 20th*** was nearer the mark.
***Ohhh, on the 18th both of you talk about the missing traitor, I wonder if we all missed you trying to find each other.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
I am the original Conspirator. Captain Slackbladder, the Traitor, finally met up with me last night at one minute past midnight, as I was walking away from Batty's Bar.
I would like to know what led the gallant Captain to investigate me last night, rather than Sergeant Bournemouth or Monsieur Lalonde.
Nurse Rhoda Autenrieth checked the back of the medicine cabinet. Yes, her small pot of contact poison was still there, marked "Cod's Liver Oil." No-one in their right mind would go near it. She must be sure to take it with her when moved to her next assignment. Who knew when another Allied push would need to be foiled again?
[ 03. February 2011, 20:50: Message edited by: Autenrieth Road ]
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
"Ah, yes," a voice could be heard in the wind. "It is the leetle girls one always has to watch...."
(Brilliantly played, AR, against difficult odds).
Posted by The Great Gumby (# 10989) on
:
Sorry to be so late to the party, Nurse Rhoda. I was happily investigating people as suspicions arose, but then out of the blue Agnes got herself lynched, and I had to adapt my strategy to give myself the best chance of actually finding the one remaining conspirator before he/she was discovered.
At that point, I had a strong suspicion (along with everyone else) that the conspirator would be found among the 3 who voted for Harry, and assuming that everyone else would reach the same conclusion, I wanted to get in first with my suspicions and try to direct the voting until I could investigate them all. I'd already found leonato to be innocent, so the night after Agnes got lynched, I investigated Eliza, and then I had two people I'd have been happy to lynch the next day. When Battista had nominated Eliza, I nominated leonato in the hope of forestalling any additional nominations from elsewhere. I actually hoped and expected Battista's arguments to carry the day, but I could hardly argue against my own nomination, so I ended up attracting more attention than I'd intended.
The next night, I investigated Marley, and again came up blank, which was intriguing, but it was still clear that either Eliza or Marley would get the chop and the conspirator couldn't kill anyone the next night (including me by accident), so I had time on my side. But then it got tricky, because the one big clue I'd had (Agnes's lynching) was now useless. So I went for Battista, because I'd had a hunch about her before Agnes's lynching, and thought that if someone was ruthless enough to vote for a fellow conspirator, they might as well have nominated her as well. Got that one wrong as well.
Then, with Marley's lynching, it was down to 4, so I tried to indicate my role in a fairly IC sort of way in the hope of avoiding any friendly fire (I hoped that the conspirator would have avoided killing last night, in the knowledge that there was an effective victory as long as I didn't get bumped off by mistake), and hoping for some sort of signal to let me know who to investigate for the win.
I didn't get any response, so I went for Nurse Rhoda, whose quiet rationality early on, moving to more aggressive tactical moves, struck me as more likely conspirator material than Harry. Did you have any idea that I was the traitor, or was it sheer luck that I stayed out of trouble?
It's also amusing to note how many of my early comments, with no knowledge at all behind them, proved uncannily accurate. Better than my attempts to find the conspirators, anyway. I was probably a bit careless when Hodge was lynched, as I knew she was innocent, and couldn't resist washing my hands of it before her role was revealed. The comment was largely based on the sheer numbers voting for her, but it was still something I feared might come back to bite me. To me, it looked suspicious, even if it wasn't.
Thanks to Eliab for a great game. I enjoyed it immensely, especially playing from such a different angle. There's a real double agent quality to the traitor that you don't get as a vanilla conspirator.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
I thought Harry was the traitor. It hadn't occurred to me that Slackbladder might have already investigated the spare-Agnes gang, and that was what allowed him to argue so forcefully for lynching them. (I.e. without fearing he would hit a conspirator.)
I had sent in my murder request for last night before I saw Slackbladder's post. And even when I did see it, I didn't suss out what it might mean until after I found out from Eliab that Slackbladder was the traitor and we had won.
I had determined in advance that when I could kill again, I would kill Battista, because his nomination of Agnes made him appear innocent, as I had argued. When it came down to a showdown on the last day with three of us, I didn't want an apparent innocent muddying up the works.
I was very grateful that several people voted for Harry instead of Agnes, since that gave several people to easily lynch while I was waiting for my murderous abilities to return. Also it gave several rounds before the innocents realized that a deceptive strategy had been used against them.
I considered, as we headed into the final night, declaring myself to be the Conspirator and appealing for the Traitor to identify himself. But I decided against that, because it was possible that an Innocent would claim to be the Traitor, hoping that I would then kill the Traitor by accident.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
AR, I only suspected you ONCE during the entire game, and that was after Agnes had been lynched and you put in a friendly little comment directly to her.
Gumby on the other hand, I did not trust right from the beginning, but he rarely seemed to come up for nomination....obviously slackness is a greatly underestimated survival skill in this game!
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
A very interesting game, even though I didn't have a clue what was going on for most of it! Thanks, gang.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Banner Lady:
AR, I only suspected you ONCE during the entire game, and that was after Agnes had been lynched and you put in a friendly little comment directly to her.
I did? Where?
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Sorry, that was Cuppa T after the lynching of Agnes, but you were the one who suggested she was probably having an attack of Real Life; and it did make me wonder, albeit momentarily, if you and Cuppa T were the two we wanted.
After all, the female is usually the deadly one in most species...right?
Posted by AristonAstuanax (# 10894) on
:
Father looked down from above; all secrets had been revealed, no mysteries remained hidden.
This wasn't how it should have ended, but, as he also knew, things weren't over yet. From the viewpoint of eternity, a momentary triumph of evil and deceit was of no consequence; in the end, justice would be done, and the right order of things would be restored. Perhaps another day, in another place, the righteous would show their strength and the wicked would, even in this changeable and fallen world, perish.
It's a different experience following the game from Above, rather than wondering if you're going to get knocked off during the night; suddenly, all the strategy and dialogue you'd half-thought up has to go Out The Window. Still, the whole "mystery novel" quality really comes out when you're the first to go—it's one of many reasons why I have more fun playing with characterization than much of anything else in this game.
Alright. We've had two games in a row now; much as I'd like to host the next one, I'm willing to give it a rest for a spell. If not, though . . . well, I have a couple ideas—and this time, you can't kill me!
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
I'm happy to be contradicted by the Circus hosts, but I don't necessarily see a need for a rest. The sign-up period gives a week or two's rest anyway and most of us have been resting in our graves for quite a while.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Yes, I agree. A number of shippies seem to enjoy reading the unfolding skull-duggery, and by the end would be keen to join a new game.
It is always fascinating to see what mix of writers, analysts, statisticians, amateur sleuths and egomaniacs we get.
Besides, the one running it can always bump off one of us serial Mafia addicts first, rather than an imaginary character, if they want .
And Eliab:
[ 04. February 2011, 05:50: Message edited by: Banner Lady ]
Posted by AristonAstuanax (# 10894) on
:
Well then!
Once the analysis of this round is over, it may be time to set off for distant lands again.
Very distant lands, though . . .
Posted by Sylvander (# 12857) on
:
Yet another win for the baddies!
I never had a clue or suspicion while alive and even less later, when I was reading with less attention admittedly. One could probably find out a lot by re-reading and analysing past Mafia threads with benefit of hindsight. But who'd have the time?
Thanks a lot to you, Eliab for your work and dedication as host. And congrats to Nurse Rhoda for hiding so well. Game must be hard for the traitor who has to avoid so many potentially fateful mistakes. Handshake to TGG, too.
Posted by The Great Gumby (# 10989) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Autenrieth Road:
I had sent in my murder request for last night before I saw Slackbladder's post. And even when I did see it, I didn't suss out what it might mean until after I found out from Eliab that Slackbladder was the traitor and we had won.
I thought that might have been the case, thanks to the few hours between night falling and my post, but I couldn't risk a declaration while the vote was live. Even though I wasn't suspected, Harry was, and I couldn't be certain he was innocent. If he was the conspirator, casting my vote for Marley and declaring my role would likely have been a death sentence for him, and we'd have lost. I did think about holding my vote so that I could decide the vote and declare at the same time, but that seemed a little unsporting.
quote:
I considered, as we headed into the final night, declaring myself to be the Conspirator and appealing for the Traitor to identify himself. But I decided against that, because it was possible that an Innocent would claim to be the Traitor, hoping that I would then kill the Traitor by accident.
I was a little surprised that you didn't elect not to kill, seeing that the allies had lost their majority. From that point, the only realistic scenario that resulted in an allied win was you bumping me off by accident.
quote:
Originally posted by Banner Lady:
Gumby on the other hand, I did not trust right from the beginning, but he rarely seemed to come up for nomination....obviously slackness is a greatly underestimated survival skill in this game!
Ha! In fact, I was nominated once, on day 1, a move which I very effectively quashed by the daring strategy of turning up. I thought I was going to have to fight off a challenge once we were down to 5, but after Nurse Rhoda had made the obligatory nomination of Marley, Marley then helpfully nominated Harry in turn, and I felt confident that any further nomination could be used to raise suspicion of the nominator, for trying to split the vote.
That's the interesting thing - actions can be entirely correct and sensible, but look suspicious, which often seems to lead to irrational strategies early on, and I think is generally very unhelpful to the Villager/Allied faction. Of course, my scumdar's clearly shocking, as it took me 7 goes to get it right, but ISTM that there are some things that raise suspicion which probably shouldn't. I was interested/amused to note that not only was I correct that none of those nominating on Day 1 were conspirators, I was also (with the exception of myself, which I obviously knew about) correct that none of the nominees were conspirators.
Ariston, I was thinking of running a game of Cluedo at some point to do something a bit different, but if you have everything ready for a new run of Mafia, be my guest.
Posted by Jay-Emm (# 11411) on
:
Mid game, I had a play with a crude blind-idiot-villager mafia simulator.
It came up with some vaguely interesting observations.
It basicly used recursion to find the 'probability' of the mafia winning a game, with different functions for the lynching phase.
It was in python (I can PM it if you want to laugh)
The first interesting thing was that half the time adding a villager increased the odds slightly, as it meant there were more chance of killing an innocents, and it ended the same turn.
The other half of the time it brought the odds down as the villagers had an extra turn, but rather slowly.
The second was that random lynching did better than either model with mafia influence. As mafia influence was a basterdised modification of random chance anyway*, this was not surprising, and would make a dull game.
But for moderate games it even beat the version where the host selected a mafia and innocent and then the population voted (and then forgot).
It also made me wonder how a game where the mafia were not aware they were the mafia (i.e. the host did their night action) would play?
*the innocents being blind and idiotic are presumed to lynch at random.
Posted by la vie en rouge (# 10688) on
:
The ghost has been working ceaselessly at trying to move physical objects in the real world and is most pleased with her progress. She hovers over the telegraph machine to see if she can tap it…
DAMMIT STOP I SUSPECTED FROM DAY ONE THAT SHE WASNT A REAL NURSE AND WAS USING IT AS A COVER STOP BUT I NEVER SAID SO STOP AND I WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG STOP BUGGER STOP
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Thank you all for playing so well, and producing characters that I was genuinely sorry to see killed. Special thanks to TGG for agreeing to take on the vacant role of Traitor. The game wouldn't have been the same without it.
On the strategic side, I spotted only one mistake by the conspirators: Rhoda said at one point that she hadn't considered whether Cnl. Sylvain could be a traitor, but she had in fact, expressly done just that on the previous page. But shortly afterwards, she was so effective in lynching Agnes (persuading Harry that 'no lynching' would have been a mistake) that if I'd been playing it would have removed all suspicion from my mind. I wasn't convinced by the decision to kill Lt. Burt - but I can't really knock it because it worked.
I think you could have got her though - when Sylvain was killed. As it was fairly obvious that the fanatic had investigated and cleared him, he was the odds-on favorite for assassination, and the tactical point of the Special Brigade expert's gas attack was that you didn't have to guess at the identity of the assassin - guessing the victim would have done just as well. I think there was a missed chance to gas Sylvain and take his killer down at the same time.
Am I right in thinking that Harry was planning to hold the gas attack for the end-game, where the odds would have been better? If so, having been accused, and strongly hinted at having an offensive innocent role, I can see that he must have feared murder, and that gassing Hearte was a sensible "use it or lose it" employment of a one-shot special.
I have to say that I liked the 'secondary role' idea of a special power not correlated with guilt or innocence. It gave most of you something a bit different, without giving the Allies the option of using role claims to establish loyalty. I would have liked to see the Nurse "save" someone, for a potentially informative death scene, but it wasn't to be.
I really enjoyed running it, and you were a fantastic set of players.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by The Great Gumby:
I was a little surprised that you didn't elect not to kill, seeing that the allies had lost their majority. From that point, the only realistic scenario that resulted in an allied win was you bumping me off by accident.
Not killing occurred very briefly to me, but not long enough for me to sort through the numerical implications.
quote:
Originally posted by Eliab:
On the strategic side, I spotted only one mistake by the conspirators: Rhoda said at one point that she hadn't considered whether Cnl. Sylvain could be a traitor, but she had in fact, expressly done just that on the previous page.
I had truly forgotten that I'd considered him previously.
quote:
But shortly afterwards, she was so effective in lynching Agnes (persuading Harry that 'no lynching' would have been a mistake) that if I'd been playing it would have removed all suspicion from my mind.
I think that just about everything I said was true, in terms of being reasonable analysis. (Even if sometimes I knew it was also just plain wrong, e.g. suggesting that the early nominators/nominees, or the voters to spare Agnes, concealed Conspirators.) Of course there was a great deal I didn't say: any reasoning that could cast suspicions on my own activities, had to be ruthlessly surpressed.
quote:
I wasn't convinced by the decision to kill Lt. Burt - but I can't really knock it because it worked.
I didn't want to get to the end game with anyone who could plausibly declare innocence. I know that the secondary role could have been held by a Conspirator, but the way Burt announced his role had (to me at least) a patent air of innocence. That also meant lynching Burt was unlikely to succeed, so I'd have to bite the bullet at some point and kill him at night.
Does anyone know where Hennah is? She has not been in touch since a few game-nights before she was lynched. I've been concerned.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
Yes, and I hope Amorya is okay too.
Joining in one of these games IS a huge commitment, but I thought the pace Eliab ran it at worked okay. Each day took a week in real time, and gave most of us a chance to keep up with it.
Even with a house full of people over January, I was able to say 'Scuse me, just need to check if I'm still alive!' They all got quite interested vicariously via my Mafia game reporting to them.
And it did amaze me how long Battista lasted. I think we could hand out awards at the end of each game.
Most amusing character award: Imaginary Friend's potty mouthed Harry often made me laugh.
Sneakiest villain award: definitely AR.
Fallen star award: Sylvander's love lorn Colonel Sylvain advancing and retreating (just like the French!)
Late bloomer award: Ariston 's Father Didier, who was hard to believe in the first few posts, but I really came to enjoy his ghostly observations as the game went on.
Best fictional character award: Eliab, for Major Daute, who I actually came to believe was really there with us all. I now have a picture of him enjoying the Veuve Clicquot in the staff car on the way to his last fatal meeting. It was good writing, Eliab, so he deserved a good vintage.
Feel free to add your own awards.
Posted by JFH (# 14794) on
:
It was my first game, and I'd say lack of experience is what got me at the end of the day; that, and some plain stupidity at least. First off, I acted too much in character in nominating Dafyd. I didn't even think of being seen as a splitter, since there was already five nominees - what good would a sixth one do? Then, I took Sylvander for a better player than he is and followed his advice and left a clear and simple message on who I had investigated (no real doubt about that one, right?). Of course it wasn't worth risking discovery at the time just for saving an innocent for one more night or so. Third, I didn't come out in the open after Sylvander disclosed me - something the nurse missed out on. Of course, coming out wouldn't have done much good at that time, why should the nurse trust me? Still, it might have gotten me just a little protection for the night.
I played poorly, and I'm sorry to my team for it.
But La Vie En Rouge, I'm curious: how come you even risked suspicion of coming out as a fanatic so early in the game? It made me extremely suspicious of you as trying to reveal possible "true fanatics". Again, might be due to lack of experience on my side. I just got very suspicious of everyone, and I probably do lack a bit of strategic training in what strategies are most commonly used in this game.
Great hosting, Eliab.
In case you don't mind a somewhat unexperienced and proven rather weak player, I'd be glad to play another round.
Posted by Imaginary Friend (# 186) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Eliab:
Am I right in thinking that Harry was planning to hold the gas attack for the end-game, where the odds would have been better? If so, having been accused, and strongly hinted at having an offensive innocent role, I can see that he must have feared murder, and that gassing Hearte was a sensible "use it or lose it" employment of a one-shot special.
That was exactly my thinking, yes.
I have a question regarding another game. I felt that this time I was not able to really give it my full attention, and therefore could not keep up with all the twists and turns and I didn't have much to contribute when it came to sorting out who to vote for. So my question is whether it's worth me playing another game, or if it makes the quality better not to have part-timers like myself clogging things up?
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
I am most impressed by and grateful for Eliab's extraordinarily creative (and educational) moderation. Wow.
Thanks as always to the Circus Hosts for reading all of our machinations.
Imaginary Friend, I always feel that the more, the merrier.
JFH, I'm not sure there is any one strategy or set of strategies people play. The baddies in the last game played very differently from the baddies in this game ( ). The innocents mostly seem to try to analyze how they think a baddie might act, perhaps allowing for bluffing of odd or even parity, and then mostly miss the mark.
I do think it's fatal to drop hints that one is the Fanatic. At least when I'm Mafia, that is a pretty quick death sentence for the Fanatic. It seems it's better for the Fanatic to leave a trail of only speaking in support of people they've cleared (or against people they have discovered to be Mafia), but to justify it in terms of the person's postings. This will give at least one voice in favour of correct (or at least, not obviously incorrect) votes. And, if/when the Fanatic is bumped off, the survivors can reread what the Fanatic has said and re-interpret it as being fact, not merely suspicion. I could also see that the Fanatic in the later part of the game might reveal him/herself: sometimes it might be better to reveal oneself, and convince everyone of the status of the several investigated people, even at the cost of being murdered almost immediately.
[ 04. February 2011, 19:48: Message edited by: Autenrieth Road ]
Posted by la vie en rouge (# 10688) on
:
I had one major problem - I was the only person absolutely certain to die if hit. I was hoping to look a little bit suspiscious, so that the mob would let me live longer. In my position, it seemed to me the only way to operate was by being talkative. Unfortunately I ended up looking very suspiscious and cut my life expectancy short anyway (although as I said, I was having a nasty attack of real life at the time so it was probably no bad thing that I was removed from play).
I am ticked at myself, tho, for not airing my suspicions about why AR had made herself a nurse (I had thought about making my own character a nurse as a double bluff then got there and found the role taken). Oh well.
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
No nefarious intent in my nurse-ness. I had decided to be Nurse Rhoda Autenrieth from the very start, before we got our assignments. It was only after Eliab laid out the roles that I realized there was a potential for confusion with the role Nurse. I tried to address that in my post introducing myself. Wasn't thinking clearly enough to think of simply taking a different persona.
I didn't think of it as a bluff at all. And, we could certainly have had several persona nurses, none of whom made ant claim to be The Nurse. Miss Eliza Bradshaw, fir example, also took on the title of nurse, without laying any claim to being The Nurse.
[ 04. February 2011, 22:33: Message edited by: Autenrieth Road ]
Posted by Autenrieth Road (# 10509) on
:
"any" and "for", not "ant" and "fir".
Preview Post is my friend, but my eyes, apparently, are not.
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by The Great Gumby:
Ariston, I was thinking of running a game of Cluedo at some point to do something a bit different, but if you have everything ready for a new run of Mafia, be my guest.
That would also be interesting. A kind of break without really taking much of a break, kind of thing (if you see what I mean).
As for "part-time players," I'm also of the more-the-merrier school. As long as people can log on and take their actions in a reasonably timely manner, not everyone has to have done pages of analysis. And you need a good number of people to get interesting roles to work I think.
Posted by Hart (# 4991) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Hart:
quote:
Originally posted by The Great Gumby:
Ariston, I was thinking of running a game of Cluedo at some point to do something a bit different, but if you have everything ready for a new run of Mafia, be my guest.
That would also be interesting. A kind of break without really taking much of a break, kind of thing (if you see what I mean).
Oops. Just saw Ariston's thread. Another time!
Posted by CuppaT (# 10523) on
:
I had fun, so thank you all. My suspicions came to be with Battista and AR. I was most sure that Battista was Mafia! Slackbladdar went completely beneath my radar.
I misunderstood what would happen if I as the aviator got killed, and I realize I should not have declared my role. I thought that my killer would be silenced, and by his absence for 48 game "hours" the rest would have a clue as to who was Mafia, also no one else would get killed. This threat would keep anyone from killing me.
Posted by Banner Lady (# 10505) on
:
I also found it difficult to grasp what practical use came via some of the extra role functions. But perhaps that is because they were new to us and players were unsure of how to go about exercising those functions. I was grateful mine was a simple role.
When I first saw the role outlines I thought they might make for a few more switchbacks in the game. I'm not sure that happened, though.
Eliab, do you think players did justice to the possibilities you gave them?
Posted by AristonAstuanax (# 10894) on
:
Personally, I would have liked the artillery specialist to have gotten a chance to show their mettle; sadly, that role was given to me, and, um . . .
I remember trying to figure out (before I was killed) how to play that one—trying to figure out who asked questions of you during the night, then letting people know as best you can that someone's just a tad important, pay attention . . .
Well, it would have been tricky. Perhaps next game we'll get to see how it works.
Speaking of "next game:" I know some people have already signed up, others are planning on it, but our departure date is nearing—the Ariston will be departing shortly after 14 February, so boarding sooner rather than later is encouraged!
See you lot there.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
quote:
Originally posted by Banner Lady:
I also found it difficult to grasp what practical use came via some of the extra role functions. But perhaps that is because they were new to us and players were unsure of how to go about exercising those functions. I was grateful mine was a simple role.
When I first saw the role outlines I thought they might make for a few more switchbacks in the game. I'm not sure that happened, though.
Eliab, do you think players did justice to the possibilities you gave them?
It worked pretty much as I'd intended. The idea was to give the majority of the players something a bit different, which clearly meant that the roles had to be a lot weaker than the Doctor or Detective in the standard game - otherwise the innocents would win by weight of metal, rather than by analysis.
Use of the roles: JFH's hindsight (that it was not worth hinting at the fanatic's role to clear one innocent) is right, but in fact made little or no difference because the conspirators were on his case before that: AR's PM at the time informed me that they would have taken him out on the first night, only they thought it more sporting to waste someone who'd had a long and successful game last time around.
Sylvain, as Sapper, never deployed his bomb (although he thought about targetting Lavinia at one point), and if he'd tried to he would have found that the Conspirator's MP was blocking him.
As mentioned above, I thought Harry missed a chance to play spot-the-victim with his gas attack, but I also think it was possible to deduce his innocence from the attack on Hearte, because I can't see why a conspirator would have blown a one-shot kill at that point except as a deception move (and the ability is worth more to them in the end-game).
Burt obviously got use out of the aviator's special, and the rest of them were mostly passive abilities.
On balance, the influence on the game was about right. They were never meant to be powerful enough that the innocents could win by deploying their special abilities well.
Posted by Eliab (# 9153) on
:
Time for an epilogue, I think, before boarding the Ariston for distant worlds. Although don't let this deter anyone who still has something to add here.
DAY 34280 - "Better Times"
History's verdict on General Sir Herbert Zurcon has been kinder than it was on most of the generals of the Great War. Certainly Sir Herbert possessed enormous physical courage, as indifferent to danger as he apparently was in surveying in person the ground over which he proposed to attack, and he was a keen enthusiast for the new military technologies which arose during the conflict, but he was scarcely unique in either quality, and he was only one of nearly eighty British generals who died in the course of the war.
It is, perhaps, speculation about the much-debated "missing plans" for the Flanders offensive that forms the basis of the General's stellar reputation. The offensive, of course, went ahead without the benefit of his scheme - opening with the massive detonation of mines under the German defences around Messines, the capture of the ridge in June, and the exploitation, albeit delayed, of that success in a series of advances over approximately five miles and lasting into November 1917, before the battle closed with the British in possession of all the relatively high ground which had threatened the Ypres salient. The most conservative estimate of the cost stands at about half a million missing, dead, and wounded on all sides, at least a third of whom were killed. Every inch of ground taken in the campaign was to be lost to the German offensive in the Spring of 1918, and there is, perhaps, no battle that stands more for the bloody futility of war than that of Paschendaele. Against that background, the question of what difference the redoubtable General Zurcon might have made is a tantalising one, and there has been much speculation about how his brilliance might have produced the decisive breakthrough to end the war.
Only in February 2011, after the deaths of the last of the late Dame Rhoda Autenrieth's children, did her eldest granddaughter, Verity Autenrieth-Vine, OM, Permanent Secretary of the Home Office and published historian, open Dame Rhoda's private papers to the nation. These revealed for the first time her role in the General's murder, and included a stolen draft of Sir Herbert's plans for a massive assault with tanks at the weakest sections of the German line, requiring at least 200 machines.
It is with some trepidation, given the General's reputation, that historians were forced to conclude that the plan as conceived would have been disastrous. The ground to the east of Ypres is reclaimed marshland, and the remnants of the drainage system were annihilated by artillery at the start of the campaign, turning the salient into even more of a quagmire than it had been. Tanks proved almost useless in the opening stages of the battle - only later, in the fight for the slightly higher and less-heavily shelled hills, did they have a significant effect on the fighting. Sir Herbert's plan would almost certainly have squandered this resource on the first day, and led to an even slower, bloodier and less certain campaign than in fact transpired.
It must be concluded that the murderers of General Zurcon, whatever their intentions, played a significant role in shortening the First World War, and contributed to the eventual Allied victory.
© Ship of Fools 2016
UBB.classicTM
6.5.0