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Thread: Circus: New Mafia game: Don Cannelloni's Birthday Party
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Dafyd
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It's a beautiful summer morning as the sun rises over the uptown house of Mr Cannelloni, the prominent passata importer and completely legitimate businessman. The day is busy, for it is Mr Cannelloni's birthday and many distinguished guests are expected, including the mayor, councilmen, members of the judiciary, the district attorney, and the commissioner of police. Caterers are running around taking delivery of ingredients. Contractors are putting up marquees on the extensive lawns, paid for entirely from legal tomato sauce and in no way paid for by the proceeds of organised crime. Mr Cannelloni is very clear about this. He got very angry when a journalist, Mr A Cusser, made repeated unfounded allegations, although he forgave him after his unfortunate freak accident involving a tommy gun and sent flowers to the funeral.
Mr Cannelloni's secretary, Mr Grigio, is opening the many cards and letters conveying best wishes. But one postcard is unusual. It has been composed by cutting and pasting newspaper letters:
DOn CaNneLLOni: Your cRimes haVe gOne on lONG Enough. TODAY YOU and your Henchmen meet JUSTiCE! sIGNed: Honest CItiZens
Mr Grigio frowned. He had heard of the Honest Citizens as a secretive vigilante group through one of Don Cannelloni's contacts in the police department. He wouldn't bother Don Cannelloni about this, but it might be best, he thought, to warn some of Don Cannelloni's more trusted employees.
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It's been five or six months since the last mafia game. Any takers?
This will be fairly vanilla. Players take the role of Don Cannelloni's mafiosi, who have been infiltrated by the murderous Honest Citizens. Additional roles to be decided.
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I need some time too cook up my Legitimate Businessman persona, but I'm in.
I do like working for the bad guys, don't you?
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Judge Leah Rossi, High Court Justice, is consulting her formidable security detail about the party. She's received some rather alarming threats since she sentenced that mafia boss to three life sentences. Cleaning the mob up seems to be going pretty well, but there are complaints that's it's not going anywhere near fast enough.
What a mess. Yes, a couple of plainclothes officers might be for the best.
(yippppeeeeeeeee I love this game)
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I'm in. Currently thinking about a character. ![[Smile]](smile.gif)
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Harry Tierri refiled the accounts he had been working on. The public ones went into the filing cabinet and the rest went into different hiding places within hiding places, depending on who they were meant to be hidden from. It's a big job keeping six sets of accounts for one business. Finally, the fake secret ones (designed to keep the cops thinking they new were the real secret ones where) were stored in the most obvious hiding place in the room and Tierri was ready for his next task: to decide which of Don Cannelloni's wills should be shown to whom...
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Donald Carlozzini, a supply teacher at the local primary schools and, unknown to his colleagues, a Cosa Nostra wannabe, chatted up a beautiful brunette in the teachers' lounge. He had no idea of the veracity of her uncle Mr. Cannellonni's mob connections, only knowing that the local Italian grocery store owner was a mutual acquaintance. Miss Cannelloni was ostensibly the school nurse, but sometimes took over lectures for the health and science teacher. He was hoping for a date with her on the weekend.
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Ariston
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Allesandro Literati's eponymous store in the warehouse district was a well-known draw for gourmands and epicures from all parts of town; the well-publicised mob sting last month had certainly helped business. Nothing like a bit of scandal to help business, especially when it got your shop's signage above the fold of page A-1!
Not, of course, that the feds had gotten anyone that wasn't going to get got anyway. Alimentari Literati was still just as much a "legitimate" front for the mob as it ever was; the fact that sacrificing a traitor lead the cops off the right path just meant two birds got nailed with one well-placed shotgun blast. It wasn't like the local men in blue didn't know that something shady was going on in Literati's back room—most of them had been in it to purchase contraband alcohol at one time or another! For being in a dry county, the shop sure sold a lot of wine . . .
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Dafyd
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Mr Grigio was looking at the employees list. A few people had reported in, but there were plenty of gaps left.
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Roll up! Roll up! Still lots of spaces to join the mafia. This time round, mafia membership is guaranteed!
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OOC: Do you think it might help if the thread title was edited to make it a little more obvious this is a mafia game?
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Might do. Whom do we have to bribe?
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Will that do?
iF, Circus Host
[ 09. September 2011, 20:54: Message edited by: Imaginary Friend ]
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quote:
Originally posted by Dafyd:
Might do. Whom do we have to bribe?
Bribe? BRIBE? We're the MAFIA! We don't do bribes around here—you pay, or your legs break!
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Bellisima Legatura looked over the catering arrangements.
As caterer to the boss, she was often asked to make sure there were some interesting items in situ not just for the party, but for the clean up afterwards.
Zip bags, check.
Large freezer boxes, check.
Meat cleavers, carving knives, bone extractors, check.
Binding twine, wire, fishing line, dental floss, check.
Outdoor fuel cylinders, cleaning fluid, check.
Garbage truck well tucked away from the guest area, check.
Yes, it all seemed in order. Unless of course the orders changes, which they did frequently. BL sighed. That was okay, she was VERY adaptable.
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Banner Lady
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"Not there, you imbeciles!" Bellisima gesticulated furiously to the two kitchenhands carrying a chopping bench into the wrong marquee.
Everything had been planned in great detail by the Don. As head caterer she had to make sure no-one in the catering corps impeded those plans. It would not do, to displease him. She shuddered at the thought. Above all, she wanted to keep her own head. The next few days would be interesting. She checked her supplies of wake-up juice, because there would be precious little time to rest.
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Dafyd
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quote:
Originally posted by AristonAstuanax:
We're the MAFIA! We don't do bribes around here—you pay, or your legs break!
That's old-fashioned. These days, we introduce them to bribes and the highlife. Then to girls/boys. Then to compromising photographs.
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<furiously takes notes for future prosecutions>
[I haven't decided yet if Judge Rossi is corrupt. After all, what better way to get rid of rival gangs? ![[Snigger]](graemlins/snigger.gif) But possibly I am a judge of outstanding probity who's mucho pissed off about vigilantes muscling in on my patch. Time will tell, I suppose. I never really get to know my mafia characters until the game gets going.]
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Dafyd
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Mr Grigio and, we presume, the Honest Citizens believe Mr Rossi is one of the mafia. Otherwise, I don't see that it matters for present purposes.
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Dahlia Chelley the local florist stood at the shop window surveying the rushing of people as they went about their day. At intervals the old-fashioned bell would ring over the door and she would turn from her spot at the window to smile and greet a customer.
Then she would return to tending and arranging the blooms that would be delivered all around town...
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quote:
Originally posted by Dafyd:
Mr Grigio and, we presume, the Honest Citizens believe Mr Rossi is one of the mafia. Otherwise, I don't see that it matters for present purposes.
Who is this Mr. Rossi? Can you not read? Leah is a girl's name!
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Banner Lady
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Bellisima sighed. She had enough hired hands to unload one truck at a time; but the van from the florist and the lorry from Al's store had arrived together. She hurried down to help unload the crates of wine, and the screens of green vines interlaced with red roses and white orchids.
Up on the terrace, watching all that was going on as usual, was Don Cannelloni's nephew. This young man was the one she feared the most. An IT expert, he always had the latest communication devices at his fingertips. It was whispered that he knew everything that was going on in Cannelloni's empire, and had the ability to intercept and change anything in cyberspace. He always wore tinted glasses with an earpiece attached to them, and an impassive visage.
She snapped her fingers at two of the ground crew. "Stack the red wine at the back of the catering tent, and get the white into the chiller boxes there. Then come back to help me place the screens. Pronto!"
[ 10. September 2011, 20:52: Message edited by: Banner Lady ]
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Dafyd
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Originally posted by Sir Kevin:
Who is this Mr. Rossi? Can you not read? Leah is a girl's name!
Oops. Or not type. One or the other.
Apologies to Ms Rossi.
[ 10. September 2011, 20:55: Message edited by: Dafyd ]
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Sylvander
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Join.
Character later.
This promises to be confusing. Mafia vs mobsters. No goodies nowhere, all baddies. Like life really. Or Italian football at least.
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Rumor had it that the basement of Allesandro's restaurant, Aetna, had once been a speakeasy during prohibition, while the old warehouse the dining room was in had been used as a way station for gun running operations—and was the site of more than the usual number of gangland battles. At any rate, the bullet holes in the exposed brick walls and wood columns certainly spoke to something having gone on, even if it might be nothing more sinister than a businessman borrowing a gun to capitalize on a local legend. Plus, the open spaces and high ceilings of the old warehouse certainly lent a certain ambiance, especially with the installation of a few architectural pieces that had been salvaged during its conversion . . .
The basement, of course, was just for storage. Nothing more now, of course. It was a dry county, after all—and nobody ran speakeasies these days! Oh, well, perhaps there were a few trendy ones in chic urban areas, but would you really expect to find one of those here under Aetna? That would be most unexpected. And anyway, all those customers coming and going into a dark, dusty basement—surely somebody would notice!
Allesandro went downstairs, pushed on the large nail embedded in a wooden support, and went through the secret door that opened in the basement wall. Having the main entrance in the dark back alley was certainly convenient, but every good speakeasy needs an emergency exit, no? He walked behind the exceptionally well-apointed bar and took hold of the Fernet Branca bottle.
It was going to be a long day. Someone was going to be needing some support.
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Am in. Working on character.
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Dafyd
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Belated response to any email question (sorry, I don't check email as often as the Ship): this is set whenever the Godfather is set, which I believe is around nineteen fifty. I wouldn't worry too much about historical accuracy though.
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Banner Lady
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Thanks Dafyd. Peripheral character edit: Don Cannelloni's nephew does NOT have an earpiece attached to his tinted glasses, and knows nothing of cyberspace. His is, however, an ever watchful presence.
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Harry T checked the Sunday paper for the date. This was an usually straightforward and non-duplicitous task compared with his other duties, but somehow, with the cinematographic information available, he could only determine that it was some time between 1945 and 1955. It was definitely Sunday, though. Time to go to Mass and remember which set of sins each priest got to hear.
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Dafyd
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Right, I think it's time to set a deadline for new players. Is Wednesday midnight too soon, do people think? I think Saturday midnight is too late.
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Originally posted by Dafyd:
Belated response to any email question (sorry, I don't check email as often as the Ship): this is set whenever the Godfather is set, which I believe is around nineteen fifty.
[tangent]Vito Corleone leaves Sicily in 1901, and builds up his family business in the 20s and 30s. He's a respected don in 1941, when his son, Michael leaves to fight in WW2. He dies some time in the 50s - Michael has taken over as head of the family by 1958 (because we see him in Cuba at the climax of the revolution there).[/tangent]
I'm in. Character will be decided when I know what my role is.
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I would like to play but am having trouble thinking up a character.
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Dafyd
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Mr Grigio has assembled the following members of the Cannelloni inner circle, known in whispers in the backrooms of bars, as the Ricotta.
AntisocialAlto aka ?
AristonAstuanax aka Allesandro Literati, gourmet foodstore manager
Banner Lady aka Bellisima Legatura, caterer
Chelley aka Dahlia Chelley, florist
Eliab aka ?
Hart aka Harry Tieri, accountant
Imaginary Friend aka ?
JFH aka ?
la vie en rouge aka Judge Leah Rossi, judge
Sir Kevin aka Donald Carlozzini, supply teacher
Sylvander aka ?
The Ricotta remain open to applications until I post saying that applications are closed. That will be about twelve hours from now unless I am notified (PMed probably) by someone who says that they have a recruit in mind. A couple of extra recruits wouldn't go amiss, but I think eleven is certainly enough.
Will all members of the Ricotta take care to have space in their inbox please?
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Amico Imagiani was polishing his shoes. It was not often that a postman such as himself was invited to the home of one of the Great And The Good. He presumed he was being used as a token regular person so that the Don could further enhance his standing as One Of The People. But hey, an evening of free wine, good food, and women in revealing dresses can't do anyone any harm, can it?
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Bellisima Legatura looked at the staff list in her hand. She hoped there would be enough waiters and cigar girls. There were always a few of the Don's 'boys' lurking about as security men, who didn't seem to mind doing odd jobs for her in return for a bottle of good 'grapa', so she hoped that would suffice.
People fell over themselves to be invited to Don Cannelloni's birthday bashes. They were always rather spectacular. No matter if the head count afterwards was a little different to the number of guests who arrived.
She waved one of the boys over.
"It's a warm day, Joey, and we're going to need more ice. See if you can round some up within the next two hours will ya? This show will be starting all too soon."
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Silvio Senonero strolled down the high street, heading out of town. He did not like it here. A strange town with a funny atmosphere. And the heat, the dust and all these, these... Italians!
He frowned and shook his head. He must not allow himself such thoughts anymore, but even after two years they kept coming back, despite all his successful blending in.
Still, it was immaterial whether he liked it here or not. It was far enough from where he came from and that was what mattered. He would see about everything else.
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Dafyd
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Applications closed.
Mr Grigio has summoned all of you above named to the library. You are on your way there, when screams break out coming from the stables. Rushing to investigate, you find that one of the grooms has found a man's head in the horse's bedding. On inspection it turns out to be the head of Don Cannelloni!
There is a sheet of paper pinned to the stable door. It reads, in words cut and pasted from newspapers:
JUSTice is DOne HE iS the FirSt to DIE ALL his HenCHmen AnD WOMEN are neXt!
You retire to the library to decide what to do about this and how to avenge your patron. Obviously, you're not going to go to the police even if you have paid them all.
Meanwhile Mr Grigio has been doing some investigation. Yes, it appears that the people responsible for murdering the Don must have infiltrated Don Cannelloni's organisation. With a sense that you know what is coming, you hear that, indeed, they are almost certainly among you in the library.
It is up to you to discover who the traitors are and to avenge your boss by the tried and trusted method of choosing one among your number each day to be fitted with concrete footwear, or to have done to them whatever else the mafia do to those they consider traitors. You can tell me that you're locking them in a room with pictures of kittens, honest, if you like.
You do not need to achieve a majority to lynch somebody. You don't have scruples about killing people; you're the mafia. The person with the most votes gets it. There will be no lynching either if No lynching gets as many or more votes than anybody else, or else if there is a tie for the highest number of votes. Even that will not necessarily prevent a death, as in addition to the roles of dirty cop (detective) and bodyguard (doctor) there is a hitman (vigilante) who can kill someone in the night if nobody has been lynched.
Anyway, you have until Monday morning (UK time) to cast your votes. If you want an extension, I will listen. On Monday morning night will fall.
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"What? Vote for who?" BL scratched her head. She didn't even know who half the people in the library were. But one thing was certain, they would need to be fed sometime soon. And there was a tent full of exquisitely prepared gourmet food outside which needed to be used.
Taking a notepad in hand, BL slowly threaded her way through the group jotting down orders. "Will you vote for the fish, or the chicken? The sweet white grapa, or the dry white? The herb bread, or the garlic? The lasagna or the fettucini?"
Never let it be said that Don Cannelloni would let a little death spoil a good party - even if it was his own demise; BL knew she was still doing The Right Thing by the boss.
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Dafyd
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Just to make it clear: if you haven't received a private message from me containing your role let me know.
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Chelley
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Originally posted by Dafyd:
Anyway, you have until Monday morning (UK time) to cast your votes. If you want an extension, I will listen. On Monday morning night will fall.
I presume this means the mafia types have until then to decide on who they're bumping off for starters rather than all of us publicly doing the lynch vote already? Although that (the mafia killing) usually happens when 'night falls'. Or are we starting with a lynching this time?
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Dafyd
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Just to make it clear: if you haven't received a private message from me containing your role let me know.
(Also, as should be clear by now mafiosos are citizens and Honest Citizens are mafia. If you're confused about which way round you are ask me in private.)
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Dafyd
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Originally posted by Chelley:
Or are we starting with a lynching this time?
We're starting with a lynching this time. You can all vote for a not lynching if you like. I think the consensus is that nobody likes being killed on night one before they've had a chance to participate.
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Chelley
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Originally posted by Dafyd:
(Also, as should be clear by now mafiosos are citizens and Honest Citizens are mafia. If you're confused about which way round you are ask me in private.)
Oh dear... in the old days citizens were good (except for their lynching tendencies!) and mafia/mafiosos were bad and killed people at night. So I'm still not sure which are which? Sorry!
Thought I'd ask here for the general clarification and then will check whether Dahlia's a goody or a baddy!
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Dafyd
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The scenario, specific to this game, is that you're all working for (the late) Don Cannelloni the mob boss, and you've been infiltrated by a couple of vigilante killers who want to bump you all off because the police won't do it.
I bolded the role names (ie what the role's called in other games of mafia) in the pm. Also, if you're one of the killers, I will have referred to you as an Honest Citizen. And also I'll have told you who your accomplice or accomplices are.
There are no masons, so if I've named somebody else in the pm that means you're a killer. And if I haven't, then you're not.
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Sir Kevin
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I vote for not lynching, as in previous mafia plays I have been assassinated on the first day. Let's give everybody a chance to play a bit, shall we?
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Chelley
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I get it now... there are bad-goodies and good-baddies and some other hangers-on who can do special things in the night! (That wasn't meant to sound as dodgy as it did!).
I will now get into character... and go and arrange the flowers!
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Dafyd
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Can we have votes in bold please? This means that I count all the votes, and also I don't confuse speculating or nominating with voting. I make that an actual vote for no lynching from Sir Kevin, but correct me if I'm wrong.
I've just realised I haven't formally announced a nomination phase. I'll open a separate nomination phase if I'm asked to do so.
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la vie en rouge
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Judge Rossi is most displeased. Non-judiciary persons taking matters into their own hands is most unacceptable. If one wishes to do away with one’s mafia rivals, there is a perfectly acceptable court system for that. Non-mafia types should keep out of it altogether, of course.
[OOC: I know not everyone’s introduced their character yet, but I won’t get to a computer at all until at least very late tomorrow evening and I know you’d miss my incisive analysis if it wasn’t here ![[Biased]](wink.gif) So I’m going to throw a couple of thoughts out already]
Apparently it’s going to be mayhem hunting down those filthy infiltrators. Even without a majority, someone’s going down. This looks like it’s going to be a rather unpredictable situation to me. Something I’m not sure about is whether there ought to be many nominations or few. I can see advantages to both arguments. Few nominations and it’s less likely that one of them will be an infiltrator, many, and it only takes a couple of votes for someone to get offed which it might be quite easy for the infiltrators to swing.
Voting for no lynching sounds like the way to go – it’s the only way to ensure no one gets lunched* in this situation. HOWEVER we must also factor in the hitman. Voting against a lynching doesn’t prevent a death, but it means that the killing is carried out by a lone individual, not by majority decision. Unless Mary Joseph Jesus and all the little angels (we are a Catholic mafia, right?) really don’t like us, I can’t imagine we have more than three traitors among us. Depending on how good their nose is, that means a hitman has at best a one in 3.3 chance (or one in 5 if there’s only 2) of getting a hit on target. They are much more likely to miss. Consequently, if someone’s going to die, I’d rather it was done in public by everyone. This provides more useful information than letting the hitman take a potshot. So on the whole I think we need to lynch. A blind lynch is better for the majority than a blind vigilante killing, ISTM.
*y’know what, I’m leaving that typo there – we’re a pretty civilised mob, aren’t we? I mean, we’ll give you a nice meal before we fit the concrete boots ![[Cool]](cool.gif)
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Antonio Eliabeone sat in a corner sharpening his favourite knife, and occasionally scowling at others. Few of them met his gaze. Few people ever met his gaze. Partly, that is because of his reputation – he is one of the Don’s most feared henchmen – but mostly it is due to his height. At a little over three foot six, it is rare for anyone to look him in the face. And those that do look too closely at the surly, ugly, and psychotically violent little man often regret it.
He knew all the names they call him, all the sniggers and the jokes. And the stories. He knew all the stories, too. How he once spent twelve hours hiding in Don Vermicelli’s sideboard before stabbing the rival boss in the groin as he re-filled his wine glass. The time when, at a nod from Cannelloni he had placed a crate behind his traitorous lieutenant Alberto Nervi, and then nimbly hopped up on it to garrotte him. How he had cut out the thigh bones of some whore who had mocked his lack of stature...
Antonio grinned. The stories sometimes wrote themselves. Oh, the Vermicelli one was true enough, but he had quite sensibly shot Nervi through the base of the spine, not buggered around trying to throttle a man who towered four feet above him. And when he used whores, it was to forget that sort of shit, not add to it. But it never hurt to be feared, and the occasional act of senseless and sickening brutality, once or twice in a year, say, was usually enough to ensure that Eliabeone was known as a man not to fuck with.
Truth be told, though, he was scared. Because there was one story that everyone told. They told it, every time they spoke of him. ‘Don Cannelloni’, they said, ‘is the only man who can control Antonio Eliabeone, the only man he has ever feared’. And now, the Don was dead. Revenge would be expected. He had to take the killer on, and the killer would know it. If not..if not, they would whisper that the dwarfish enforcer had gone soft. And then they would laugh at him. Well that wasn’t going to happen. Never again.
Trouble was, he had no idea who was responsible. There were no clues, no indications of guilt. There was nothing for it but to make a start, though. Eliabeone thought carefully. “Might as well start with someone I hate, then” he muttered. Problem with that was there were just so fucking many of them.
[editted so as not to bold my own name. Antonio is a nutter, but not that much of one)
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Sylvander
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Senonero felt homesick but he was glad that this mad mob had assembled in a library. He immersed himself in a book on mountain sheep farming.
He understood the everybody-is-a-baddie-but-some-are-good-baddies concept well enough but had not kept count of the characters or even the numbers. But he knew that even in a group of Italians there are bound to be one or two very eager busy bees. So, IF anyone has gone to the trouble of privately making a list of real names and characters, would they post it? If not Senonero will just keep guessing away happily.
Seeing he had to hit the "back" key just to look up his own role's name, i.e. he has no clue, he votes no lynching.
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An die Freude
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Bernardo had his studio at the far end of the garden. His works were the finest ever commissioned by an inhuman crook with near complete power in his region. He was widely admired and respected for this, yet few people ever came by. His ingenuity and inventiveness was considered to have taken a dangerous path, and not just to his enemies. On occasion his outbursts of creativity and roof turned out to be useful in some practical application, however, and it was for this purpose Don Cannelloni kept him as 'artist in residence'.
Bernardo had entered the library for some books he needed for a new project, but found a group of people discussing what to do. Bernardo chose to listen, for now. More voices needed to be heard. In the meantime, there was a new translation of Alfred Nobel's Cook Book that he wanted to have a look at.
ETA: The name Bernardo unbolded after model of Antonio.
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Sir Kevin
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Carlozzinni sat in his spacious flat and was preparing to read his favourite Shakespeare play when the phone rang. He was summoned to the back room of his favourite restaurant, so he went to the garage, put on his helmet and rode off on his Ducati Monster.
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