[Celuien]

Panakeia was throughly miffed. The efforts to identify werewolves in the village had been unsuccessful. And now she awoke to more death. Not that she missed the fangirls. Their constant shrieking throughly irritated her. Nor had they been interesting in purchasing Panakeia's beauty products. Orli didn't buy his cosmetics from her, so why should they? Nevertheless, she was frustrated by the village's failure. Not only was her pride injured by the fact that she helped lead the charge against an innocent (if insane) Nilp, but the nagging thought that she might not survive the next few days was growing.

Why did the wolves eat the fangirls? Panakeia had heard rumor of a powerful Seer in the village's midst, gifted to identify the wolves in dreams. This individual was the most dangerous to the lycans, yet they had made no move to attack. Unless, of course, they thought the fangirls were collectively the Seer, hiding by trying to act as silly and frivolous as possible. Or maybe the werewolves had just been hungry and picked the most obvious snack - there was no other way for them to gobble down so many villagers at once. Or maybe it was completely random.

The conflict starting between Mardil and Fea upset her. A line she had heard Valde (at the very thought of his name, her stomach began turning somersaults again. Must be the stale coffee, she thought) muttering popped into her head. "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." Surely Fea wouldn't permit Mardil's attack to go unchallenged. If she started a Mardil bandwagon, that would open the way to attacking other members of the Offending Party. Not that she particularly cared for the Gondorian noble, but Panakeia was aware that she was not the most popular member of the Mordor (attempting) escapees. Once any of the Party earned votes, none were safe.

Should she vote for Fea, then? Panakeia was tempted to do so. Fea might become influential later and start a Mardil bandwagon. Lynching her now would preclude that possibilty. But something about the girl spoke to her innocence. Was her odd behavior enough to cast a vote in her direction? Panakeia already had the answer to that question in the form of Nilp's fresh grave. No, Fea would be safe from her, at least for today.

This is annoying me. Circular thinking, danger all around, and not even a decent salon in the whole place. Must...get...out. Suspecting that she at last had a glimpse into the mind of a fangirl, Panakeia found herself absolutely clueless. She decided to go after the safest candidate. Snatching Sai's whistle, she blew a loud, screeching note and stepped into the circle.

"Listen, everyone," she said. "We've made it through one night. We just need to survive tonight and maybe tomorrow. And we've nothing to go on to spot the wolves from the deaths of the fangirls. We have to have a double lynch, thanks to Anakron." She rolled her eyes at the mention of his name. "No one wants to kill innocents. So what I say is this. Fléin, as mush as I hate to say it, had a point eariler. For our second lucky candidate, let's lynch CoD. He's a monster turned fish, for crying out loud. So he's already proved his talent for transformations. Maybe he can turn into a wolf too. And if the fish isn't a wolf, at least we've saved ourselves some work. No need to bury a fish. We can eat it! Broiled cod!"

"No. Not broiled." said Mardil. "Florentine is much better."

A smirking Tom Felton said, "Bah. Eat it raw and wriggling." He was promptly pelted with wadded-up papers.

SPaM opened a bleary eye. "Anyshting's goos (urp) wish (urp) wine."

And as CoD splashed wildly in protest, the conversation turned to an argument over the best way to cook a seafood dinner.