Capo di Tutti Capi III [Concluded]

Prologue

January 7th, 1951 – Hotel Nacional, Habana, Cuba.

Meyer looked out over the warm seas of the Florida Straits. In his mind’s eye he could make out the low shape of Florida barely more than 100 miles away, the nation’s Capital astride the Potomac – he thought briefly of Hoover and how useful those pictures he’d obtained had been in neutering the FBI – and his imagination turned to the great cities of the Northeast, the source of all the power and influence he had come to wield. He heard the door open behind him, firm footsteps crossing the suite.

He turned to greet Charlie Lucky. They hugged in the gruff manner of old friends who can’t –even to one another – show too much affection. No matter their differences from time to time, both trusted the other implicitly. In their chosen profession, there could be no higher note of respect.

“It’s good to see you Charlie.”

“And you too my Yiddish paisan.”

They talked briefly about the agenda for tomorrow’s meeting of the commission, ensuring that no unexpected items would come up and so that, by pooling information, they would know the results of the votes to be taken before the meeting even started. In short, except for the nature of their business, it was like a hundred other such informal meetings between business associates. They talked for an hour, touching on each issue of concern.

“Well, Meyer, that about wraps it for this one.”

“Just one last thing, Charlie.”

“Que?”

“Fatlington.”

The word seemed to still the very sounds of the nightclub, turning everything quieter with a brooding silence.

“Fatlington? Meyer, you are the one who kept saying it was a piece of…”

“Numbers, Charlie.”

“Numbers?”

Luciano paused, thoughtful, then nodded to Lansky to continue.

“The Pentangeli clan takeover was a surprise, and since they didn’t have a history with the commission they lacked some of the skills and connections needed to maintain power. As you know, they were barely in control for 15 months before New Jersey State police and the Customs G-me arrested and jailed almost all of them…”

“Yeah, and?”

“But during that year and change we were able to use the port facilities and virtually the whole town as our plaything. We cleared over 4.3 million more that year than in either of the two preceding years, AND we were able to smuggle things in for The Outfit in Chicago, high-paying immigrants from Communist East Europe to staff our casinos in Vegas and brothels – we even did a few favors for Joe up in Boston – by the way, Joe’s kid is gonna make a run for the Senate in ’52, we need to get the union leaders geared up early -- anyway, those favors are nearly as useful as the income. I never thought I would say it, but your idea of having the town taken over entirely was highly profitable and makes good sense for us.”

Luciano nodded, a little smile betraying his desire – held in check – to say ‘I told you so.’ Meyer heard it anyway.

“Yeah, you did. You were meshugga like a fox on that one. Anyway, I’d like to institute an effort to return control to a Commission-sponsored family. It’ll take about a month to ramp up the effort once we get approval.”

“Fatlington again? Why not Bayonne or Atlantic City or something?”

“Fatlington has the best port of the three and its police commissioner is still that thick-headed mick – and he’s just as much of a putz as he was before. So Fatlington still makes the best choice.”

“Alright Meyer, I’ll put it to the commission and I’ll back the motion. Since it doesn’t cost us a lot directly, it shouldn’t create much opposition.” Luciano paused. “Are you sure, though, that you don’t have it in for Fatlington yourself now?”

“It’s nothing personal, Charlie...just business.”

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-- illustration by Crazed Rabbit


Morning Meeting, Friday Feb. 1st 1951 (Day One):

The sky was gray and the day promised to be liberally sprinkled with light rain. Fatlington reveled in gray days, the only days where the weather matched the dingy outlook of the city itself. A collection of buildings of 10 stories or less, save for Mercy Hospital and The Hotel Abbatoir, Fatlington just hunched on the barrier island between the cold gray Atlantic and the cool dank salt marsh separating it from the mainland.
Fatlington had seen better days. Each election the voters were turned out with assurances that the “good times” would return. Each time they were disappointed. Fatlington hadn’t been part of “the scene” since Roosevelt was elected….Teddy that is.
Yet once again, history began to repeat itself. Fatlington, for all its tawdry and faded glory, held a certain “position” in the ambitions of many, and that ambition was about to be tested once again. It left many in Fatlington despairing, wondering just…

“…how in the :daisy: can this always be happening HERE! What,” said Commissioner Fermanagh, “have we done to deserve this…again?”

[I]He looked out across the faces gathered in the small ballroom overlooking the boardwalk at the back of the convention center. The faces were guarded, and no one answered what had been, more or less, a rhetorical question. The Commissioner continued in a more subdued tone.

“This morning the Governor declared martial law in Fatlington and has mobilized the Guard to completely quarantine the city. In addition, all phone service off the island and all outgoing radio broadcasts have been blocked or had their signals jammed.”

The 76 people present murmured to themselves.

“The official reason the Governor is using is fear of another deadly flu outbreak. Nobody is stating the real reason for such a strong military response but Mayor TosaInu says his sources are hinting at some kind of concern coming from Washington.

Of course, this had to happen at a time when we’ve received information suggesting that the mafia is planning another effort to take over Fatlington. The last time, they ended up running the city for months and caused no end of problems for the police and the feds. I was…we were powerless to make a difference until the State authorities showed up in that crackdown.”

People were nodding throughout the room. The memories were recent and all too fresh.

“Since we’re already under quarantine and martial law, hizzoner is ordering me to re-open the Committee of Vigilance and charge you all, the best and brightest of Fatlington, with trying to weed out the mafia in our midst. Some of you know how this works, but let me remind you all. Today, you’ll discuss and then select a Director of the Committee. Each day thereafter, you will vote to lynch those among you who have proven themselves to be part of the mafia scum seeking to destroy us and we’ll keep lynching until we’ve ended the problem.”

The group greeted this pronouncement with silence. The recent history of Fatlington made everyone aware that this was not some joke. It was very…painfully…true.

“The director will get a squad of police to protect her or him during their duties – we will select a new director every other day – and of course the Director can’t vote except for their tie-breaking powers. My officers will pass around a sheet with the particulars on voting and the like.

Now, the town is going crazy, and with half my officers serving with their reserve units in Korea, I’ll be hard pressed just to keep the lid on this almost riot. Stopping the mafia will be up to you. Good Luck.”

The committee members waited with grim faces as the officers passed out ballots and set up the voting table.

“We’ll meet here every morning to review the events of the preceding night, pass along any information, and set up your discussions. We’ll then meet back here every evening to conduct the votes…and the executions.

“Mother Mary preserve us all….”

Fermanagh made the sign of the cross, then turned and walked from the room.

It was only moderately chilly outside, but Fatlington seemed to grow colder and colder.


OOC

Day One begins now. Players will have until 1200 Eastern (1600 GMT) to lodge a vote for the initial Director. Night One will follow immediately and will probably conclude at 2000 Eastern (2400 GMT) on Sunday.

At the start, there are 76 players (listed alphabetically below):

a completely inoffensive name
A Very Super Market
AggonyDuck
Andres
Askthepizzaguy
atheotes
Beefy187
Beskar
Caius
Centurion 1
Chaotix
CountArach
Cowhead418
Craterus
Crazed Rabbit
Death is Yonder
Diana Abnoba
Discovery1
DisgruntledGoat
DJGingivitis
Double A
Dutch_guy
El Diablo
Gaius Scribonius Curio
GeneralHankerchief
gibsonsg91921
Glyphz
Greyblades
Haudegen
Ichigo
Imperator InvictusFactionHeir
Ironside
Iskander 3.1
Joe Monks
johnhughthom
Jolt
Jooray
Kagemusha
Khazaar
Kommodus
KurkriKhan
Leet Erickson
LittleGrizzly
Lord Winter
Moros
Myrddraal
Nole4694
Pannonian
pevergreen
Proletariat
Psychonaut
Quintus.JC
Reenk Roink
Rhyfelwher
Ricera10
Sasaki Kojiro
scottishranger
Shinseikhaan
shlin28
Sigurd
Skooma Addict
slashandburn
splitpersonality
SSNeoperestroika
The Stranger
TinCow
Tratorix
Truepraetorian
Twilightblade
Veronica "Trouble" Toluso
Warmaster Horus
White_Eyes:D
woad&fangs
Xehh II
Yaropolk
YLC

Replacement as needed:

Cultured Drizzt Fan (twin scimitars currently in shop for honing)

let the game begin!

Tired of having only one suspect dying?

Tired of deciding between two or more equally suspicious scum?

Tired of "proper" Directors who do things by the book?

Then vote for me, and I will LYNCH ALL of the tied suspects!

FOR PEACE! FOR JUSTICE! FOR MOB RULE!

However, in the interest of democracy and a fair competition, I will not vote myself... yet.

Select: Abstain

Vote for me for a better future of quick (and BLOODY) resolution to ties!

MODERATOR MODE: Let's have a good, clean game everybody. Feel free to saddle up to a player and then backstab them ruthlessly like it was your Uncle Julius, but please make my life easier: no language, no personal attacks, and no breaking Seamus's rules. Thanks. :bow:

/moderator mode

Now, Game Mode:

Select: GH

select: TS

Well, so far Shlin has the best arguement for me to select him:inquisitive:

Select: GH

Voting for him worked out well for me in Capo II.

Select:TinCow just to stick it to the MAN:bounce:

Select: GH. Let the reign of terror of green rags begin.:clown:

Quote:

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Originally Posted by Seamus Fermanagh

The sky was gray and the day promised to be liberally sprinkled with light rain. Fatlington reveled in gray days, the only days where the weather matched the dingy outlook of the city itself. A collection of buildings of 10 stories or less, save for Mercy Hospital and The Hotel Abbatoir, Fatlington just hunched on the barrier island between the cold gray Atlantic and the cool dank salt marsh separating it from the mainland.

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You haven't been to the Jersey Shore, have you? Around here if it's got a second storie, it's called an apartment building! Har har har! I know this town like the back of my hand, I lived here all my life! If you need a building permit, no problem, my cousin Petey is the building inspector! Just make sure his carpet company gets the contract. Need to get your ship's identification changed pronto? I can get it done. Need to bring in a load of imitation designer purses? No problem, just drop a few off for all the girls at my wife's hair salon! There is one rule I won't bend though! As always poaching crabs from other people's crab pots is punishable by death.

Select Yaropolk He doesn't lie about his principles like other politicians!

Select: Crazed Rabbit

CR

I offer kittens.

Select: AVSM

Select: Shlin28

I like his manifesto:smash:

Select: Reenk

Same reason for the big drive towards him in GH3. A game were Reenk is in charge of the lynch methods is a hilarious game.

Unselect:TinCow Select:Reenk Roink I need to admit your right:beam:

Select: shinseiKhaan

Select: Kommodus

I haven't yet been the director in one of these games and would like to try my hand at it. :bow:

Well, there's a lot of new faces around since I last played Mafia, this should be an education.

Since we know nothing of the roles I'd be inclined to go for a Director with a good history of activity. GH has got a couple of votes already so:

Select: GH

(Besides, I find his rags rather fetching)

Select: Reenk Roink

Im curious, why is Reenk hilarious?

Why not me, I´m pretty...

Select: Khazaar

Quote:

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Originally Posted by A Very Super Market

I offer kittens.

Select: AVSM

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I like kittens, do you also offer puppies, I like them even more.

Select: AVSM

Select: shlin28

select: shlin28 First come, first serve.

Select: Atheotes why?

Bcos he is the only one i know personally... :shrug:

Quote:

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Originally Posted by scottishranger

Im curious, why is Reenk hilarious?

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It's a defense mechanism that keeps him insulated from the cold and unforgiving world around him. Also, it's good for picking up women.

Select: GeneralHankerchief

To honor the great.

Select: abstain

Quote:

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Originally Posted by TinCow

It's a defense mechanism that keeps him insulated from the cold and unforgiving world around him. Also, it's good for picking up women.

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Besides his evolutionary path I mean to say:clown: