[Inziladun]

All day the group had discussed ways to escape their unfortunate predicament.
Various plans had been posited, such as figuring out a means to convert the machine to allow simple distance transportation, or traveling back to when the Professor was still alive. The base problem remained though: even if they tried to use the machine to travel as a group, Someone would be obliged to stay behind to operate it. Who would it be? Knowing there were killers among them, the party was not too keen on being at the total mercy of someone who might use the machine to do who knew what.

As they debated, they heard a muffled ringing sound coming from behind the machine, on the far side of the room from the door to the stairway and kitchen. Cautiously, they peeped around the far end of the machine's computer consoles in the direction of the noise.
There was a door back there, too, slightly ajar. They walked over to it and pushed it open. Inside, there was a very small room that might once have been a pantry. In it now were a bed, and a tiny desk covered in papers, notebooks, and spiral binders. An old-fashioned alarm clock on the desk was revealed as the culprit of the noise.

"The Professor was a late sleeper", said Sally, turning it off.

"Look at this stuff!", said Fea. "I guess those are his notes and things."

"There's probably some useful info here, but it would take weeks to look through all this," said Nerwen.

The Elf-warrior picked up the notebook nearest the door. It had the distinction of
being on top of the general clutter. He leafed through it.
"Hm," he said. Most of this isn't even legible. Listen to this, though: 25 Feb- Trnspt process must NOT be interrupted once begun. Harmonic vibrations... can't read that part....pol. rvrsl....destruction!."

"So don't try to stop the traveling once you start it. Important safety tip there," observed Shasta.

"The only other thing I can read is this," said the Elf-Warrior. "03 Mar- Inter. phenom with field harmonics- cause subj to declare truth on whatever's on their mind. During expmt, found myself confessing my deep infatuation w/ Kate Winslet. Only obsrvd just b/f trnsprt harmonics cnvrge at point to init travel."

"So, right before you go, you tell the truth about what you're thinking about?", asked Wilwa. "Hmm."

The Elf-Warrior passed the notebook around, but no one else was able to read any more of the Professsor's jottings. There appeared to be nothing else of immediate interest in the room.
They filed out, closing the door behind them.

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Discussion continued for hours more.
In the end, only one alternative presented itself: to try and eliminate the killers
and hope that in the mean time the door to the outside opened.
"How do we do it, though?", wondered Lottie.
"We don't have to kill one another, do we?", asked skip.
"How would we go ahead executing someone anyway"?, inquired Fea.
"We could use the machine to send them away. Even if they're still alive in some other time, they'd be away from us, and that's the main idea, isn't it?" said Boro.
"That's a pretty good idea", said Sally, slowly nodding."Plus, we could have a way of knowing if we send one of the killers or not.'
All agreed that was the best option.
So the question became who would be the first to go.

They decided to settle the question democratically, with each giving a vote for one of the party.
By that manner, it was decided that The Elf-warrior would be sent away.

"You're making a mistake!" he cried. "I didn't kill anyone!".

"Get in there!", said Fea. "It isn't as though we're killing you."

They backed him into the chamber door. Once he was inside, it was shut with a clang.

"Right then," said Lottie. Which button was it?"

"The big one in the middle, I think," replied skip. "but we need to enter a time, don't we?"

"How about 1000? Nice round number," said Fea. She pressed the numbered buttons and a readout above flared up with an LED, showing "1000".

"Here goes," said Boro. He pushed the center button.

As the machine cycled up and began to hum, the Elf-warrior began to yell loudly.

Instead of confessing anything, he said "You're all going to die! My friends will....." His voice sounded strangely metallic., and became crazily disjointed.

"Movies! protect......kill....you......merchandising.....ca sh cow.....aggkkk......."

His voice became weaker and weaker, but there was no sign of the "Gzzthktkk" sound they'd heard when the Professor transported the mouse. Finally, there was silence from the chamber.

"What just happened?", whispered Nerwen.

They crept to the porthole in the chamber and slowly peeked inside.

The Elf-warrior was lying on the floor. Smoke boiled out of his ears and nose. The machine did not transport electronic objects, the Professor had said.
They were looking at a robot.

The Living
Nerwen
Pitch
Wilwa
Shasta
Sally
Lottie
Greenie
skip
Boro
Fea
Eomer
Agan

The Dead
Professor Inzil- Head full of knowledge cracked open Night 1
The Elf-Warrior-Robot Killer (wolf)- Fried like foil in a microwave Day 1

Night 2 has begun. Wolves may PM and send a kill. Seer and Ranger may send a pick.