Night One, Part Two
Shasta had been grieving for
Mira for a few hours, bursting into song and sonnet for no apparent reason.
Durie and
Izzy weren't terribly impressed, while
Gwath found it all rather clever.
Everyone's moms were suspiciously silent.
Realizing that everyone was more entertained than empathetic,
Shasta stumbled back toward the center of town and saw
Wilwa standing by the old pharmacy.
“What's wrong?” she asked as he approached, glaring at her.
“You....you killed her,” he growled. “You killed
Mira....”
Wilwa looked around, then smiled hesitantly and led him over toward a bench. “You're probably just sick after travelling so far the last few days. Don't worry, you'll be all right.”
“You killed her,” he repeated, and pulled out a cowbell.
“I've got a fever, and the only prescription is killing
Wilwa?”
“Too right,
Phantom,”
Shasta said, and
Wilwa stared at him, confused by the sight of the poor guy talking to thin air.
He swung the cowbell at
Wilwa's face and missed. Normally he could have caught her, but by now the rest of the group had heard her screams and had come to her aid.
Then again, the fact that he was puking in the bushes again didn't help.
“Hmmmm,” mused one of the were-ducks, “I think we gave him a bit much.”
“Could be,” one of her fellows agreed. “Then again....Pssst!”
Another of their number withdrew from the crowd slightly. “What is it?”
“What'd you give that guy?”
“I gave him a sedative. I made sure I had the other stuff in case the girl wouldn't cooperate, but there wasn't a need for it. Honestly,” she responded indignantly, holding up the two vials, “it's not like I can't....” In one hand was a full flask of Nyquil, in the other an empty vial marked “For expert wine drinkers only.”
The were-ducks all turned as
Shasta vomited again, then dropped to the ground dead. The one who had administered the poison looked at her fellows and grinned innocently.
“Oops?”
The Dead
Sally (stabbed in a case of mistaken identity by a non-six-fingered Phantom on Night 0)
Phantom (made into a very unhealthy breakfast on Night 0)
Legate (ordo, pickled on Day 1)
Mira (Ophelia, ordo, drowned on Night 1)
Shasta (Hamlet, ordo, semi-accidentally poisoned on Night 1)
The Living
Feanor of the Peredhil
Brinniel
wilwarin538
Durelin
Nogrod
Isabellkya
Nerwen
Rikae
Mith
Kath
Lari
Mac
Nienna
Gwathagor
Thinlómien
Nilpaurion Felagund
An explanation: Mira and Shasta are in fact lovers, but ordo lovers, not gifted or otherwise, and were identified specifically as Hamlet and Ophelia. Mira was the were-ducks target, by the way. I decided to let Shasta have a little fun with the understanding that he couldn't post a whole lot of sensical stuff and I think he did fairly well. Heh. However he was doomed to die and thus only lived through part of the Day. He is now fully dead and will no longer participate.
Shasta had the opportunity to pick a person to kill and chose Wilwa (hence the cowbell attack) but the success of his 'revenge kill' was decided by coin flip and he lost, so she lives. (I recorded the coin flip for kicks and giggles and it will be uploaded to youtube and linked into this post as soon as I get back to school and have a better internet connection)
Carry on with your Day!
ETA: The coin flip is up on youtube now and you can watch it
here.