Tol-in-Gaurhoth LXIII: The Cottage of Lost Play - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Inziladun · 07-20-2009, 07:02 PM

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Originally Posted by Nogrod

So what do you think people, should we take her words for real and try this Day without killing anyone to see if we will have a "pleasant Night" or not? The only problem I see with that kind of proposition is the way she pronounced very highlightingly "you all", which should mean also those she had turned into evil... Who knows this devilry here but at least we should discuss our views about it first before going at each other's necks for real..."

As you noted sir, the option of taking no action is certainly off the table now. Our hostess seems to have taken great pains to arrange all this, and I've become more and more doubtful that her own apparent death was unexpected to her.
Our difficult task now it to try and get enough of a clear head to think things through, and eliminate the evil among us while sparing the innocent. Seems obvious enough, but the deed itself will likely prove much harder in practice.

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Originally Posted by Shastanis Althreduin

Please, no. Dining rooms make for stilted conversation and they tend to be quite uncomfortable otherwise. May I suggest the parlor?
-suits actions to words, striding into the parlor and poking up the fire to drive off an unnatural chill-

I hadn't noticed any chill, but I find a good fire is often helpful when one is in need of good thinking.

Nogrod · 07-20-2009, 07:14 PM

Walking up the stairs Inzy's words still echoed in Nogrod's head and he stopped suddenly turning around.

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Originally Posted by Inziladun

Our difficult task now it to try and get enough of a clear head to think things through, and eliminate the evil among us while sparing the innocent. Seems obvious enough, but the deed itself will likely prove much harder in practice.

"Don't you think that a bit obvious thing to say Inzy? How about actually trying to do something and not just repeating that truism?"

He flashed a

and turned again to go to his room.

Inziladun · 07-20-2009, 07:17 PM

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Originally Posted by Nogrod

Walking up the stairs Inzy's words still echoed in Nogrod's head and he stopped suddenly turning around.
"Don't you think that a bit obvious thing to say Inzy? How about actually trying to do something and not just repeating that truism?"

Well, I noted myself that it was obvious. Simply trying to get everyone involved with what needs to be done.

Nogrod · 07-20-2009, 07:22 PM

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Originally Posted by Inziladun

Simply trying to get everyone involved with what needs to be done.

"Without getting yourself involved or actually doing anything but just saying something should be done?"

Nogrod shook his head from the top of the stairs and vanished from sight.

Inziladun · 07-20-2009, 07:31 PM

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Originally Posted by Nogrod

"Without getting yourself involved or actually doing anything but just saying something should be done?"

Nogrod shook his head from the top of the stairs and vanished from sight.

It's rather hard to 'get involved' when others won't.

Feanor of the Peredhil · 07-20-2009, 07:54 PM

"Hard to get involved," I return with a mop and jug of bleach, "when nobody's got anything to go on."

After making sure plenty of crime scene photos are taken, I liberally pour the bleach over the blood and start scrubbing at it, hands gloved, taking care not to step in the sticky evidence.

"But it's an old argument. I'd make a terrible criminal investigator. Too many gut reactions, too little listening. All that stuff Nog said? I somehow managed to retain none of it."

I scrub away, a macabre Cinderella cleaning up the house, trying not to whistle or hum as I work. It's a built in mechanism: I tend to hum during tedious work, like cutting hair or organizing things. The rhythm of the mop, push, pull, scrub smush, slap into the water bucket, slosh push pull push simply demands that I whistle a happy working song.

I quash the idea, feeling that it's far too twisted to play Disney princess just now: I shan't hum, I tell myself. I will not!

Yet I find myself humming as I mop, morbidly fascinated with the parts of our moddess that leaked when they dismembered her for better storage.

"There's no proof," I repeat, squishing reddish water out of the mop and into the soapy bucket. I need a new bucket, I realize, since the mop is now just spreading around dirty water instead of cleaning. I pour the rest of the jug of bleach onto the stained and sopping floor, just to be sure, and set up a bright yellow sign cautioning 'Cuidado!' before heading back in search of refreshed supplies.

Inziladun · 07-20-2009, 08:24 PM

If anyone's listening, I'll offer a few preliminary thoughts about the situation.
Our hostess brought us all here for what we believed to be a fun, innocent gathering where we could all discuss one of our favourite subjects in a comfortable atmosphere. She then revealed a more sinister motive for it all, claimed to have made three of us into killers, and was apparently killed herself in an unpleasant manner. I say 'apparently' because she obviously intended to sit back and watch the mayhem she'd created. With the amount of planning she'd put into this, I find it most difficult to believe that her 'death' is as it appears. But what is really going on?
Fea and Pitchwife immediately got to work on cleaning the crime scene. Did anyone look for any clues? autume98 said she would help, but did not follow up. Lalaith suggested taking photos, and Fea says she did.
Boro mentioned an aversion to the blood of others, but not his own.
Shasta disappeared and explained himself by saying he went upstairs in the hope of catching one of the wolves in the midst of transformation. I found that statement rather odd.
Eönwë was giving suggestions of body disposal, and said Shasta could be afraid of the blood when he left, or was pretending to be.
McCaber has said only that we must discuss the matter. I agree, but no one seems inclined to do so at the moment.
Nogrod has been offering some quiet, carefully considered remarks while smoking a pipe. Interesting tobacco blend. Had a bit of a Turkish aroma.
It would be nice to have some more information before we have to make our decision. Perhaps some others will speak up soon.

Inziladun · 07-20-2009, 08:49 PM

Sleep is beginning to overpower me. As someone said in one of my favourite books, 'If I yawn anymore, I shall split at the ears'.
I'm going to retire to my room for a while. Perhaps a bit of sleep will help.

07-20-2009, 07:54 PM	#6
Feanor of the Peredhil La Belle Dame sans Merci Join Date: Feb 2003 Location: perpetual uncertainty Posts: 5,517	"Hard to get involved," I return with a mop and jug of bleach, "when nobody's got anything to go on." After making sure plenty of crime scene photos are taken, I liberally pour the bleach over the blood and start scrubbing at it, hands gloved, taking care not to step in the sticky evidence. "But it's an old argument. I'd make a terrible criminal investigator. Too many gut reactions, too little listening. All that stuff Nog said? I somehow managed to retain none of it." I scrub away, a macabre Cinderella cleaning up the house, trying not to whistle or hum as I work. It's a built in mechanism: I tend to hum during tedious work, like cutting hair or organizing things. The rhythm of the mop, push, pull, scrub smush, slap into the water bucket, slosh push pull push simply demands that I whistle a happy working song. I quash the idea, feeling that it's far too twisted to play Disney princess just now: I shan't hum, I tell myself. I will not! Yet I find myself humming as I mop, morbidly fascinated with the parts of our moddess that leaked when they dismembered her for better storage. "There's no proof," I repeat, squishing reddish water out of the mop and into the soapy bucket. I need a new bucket, I realize, since the mop is now just spreading around dirty water instead of cleaning. I pour the rest of the jug of bleach onto the stained and sopping floor, just to be sure, and set up a bright yellow sign cautioning 'Cuidado!' before heading back in search of refreshed supplies. __________________ peace

07-20-2009, 08:24 PM	#7
Inziladun Gruesome Spectre Join Date: Dec 2000 Location: Heaven's doorstep Posts: 8,039	If anyone's listening, I'll offer a few preliminary thoughts about the situation. Our hostess brought us all here for what we believed to be a fun, innocent gathering where we could all discuss one of our favourite subjects in a comfortable atmosphere. She then revealed a more sinister motive for it all, claimed to have made three of us into killers, and was apparently killed herself in an unpleasant manner. I say 'apparently' because she obviously intended to sit back and watch the mayhem she'd created. With the amount of planning she'd put into this, I find it most difficult to believe that her 'death' is as it appears. But what is really going on? Fea and Pitchwife immediately got to work on cleaning the crime scene. Did anyone look for any clues? autume98 said she would help, but did not follow up. Lalaith suggested taking photos, and Fea says she did. Boro mentioned an aversion to the blood of others, but not his own. Shasta disappeared and explained himself by saying he went upstairs in the hope of catching one of the wolves in the midst of transformation. I found that statement rather odd. Eönwë was giving suggestions of body disposal, and said Shasta could be afraid of the blood when he left, or was pretending to be. McCaber has said only that we must discuss the matter. I agree, but no one seems inclined to do so at the moment. Nogrod has been offering some quiet, carefully considered remarks while smoking a pipe. Interesting tobacco blend. Had a bit of a Turkish aroma. It would be nice to have some more information before we have to make our decision. Perhaps some others will speak up soon. __________________ Music alone proves the existence of God.

07-20-2009, 08:49 PM	#8
Inziladun Gruesome Spectre Join Date: Dec 2000 Location: Heaven's doorstep Posts: 8,039	Sleep is beginning to overpower me. As someone said in one of my favourite books, 'If I yawn anymore, I shall split at the ears'. I'm going to retire to my room for a while. Perhaps a bit of sleep will help. __________________ Music alone proves the existence of God.