Evening Meeting, Day 5

The Director presided over the committee meeting as was his duty, but he took a passive role in the discussion as compared to the previous two days -- perhaps he was a little sore after last night's festivities. The only things keeping him from dozing off were a futile attempt at his elected position by Askthepizzaguy and the dozens of telegrams he kept receiving with a marked annoyance.

About 30 minutes before the meeting was gavelled to an end, the Director got up and walked out of the room, taking a copy of the selection tally from one his men beforehand
.

"Not the unanimous victory of last time when no challenger was present, but still doubled up like GeneralHankerchief before," he remarked.

When the meeting did finally end, the ballots were tallyed up, and many of them betrayed two scribbled out votes before the final vote, as the committee's opinion on who should be sent to Club 30 swung from A Very Super Market to gibsonsg91921 before the settlement on atheotes as the most worthy choice.

The usually quiet atheotes had been a bit more vocal in trying to refute the cases against him in the waning hours of the meeting, but to no effect. He solemnly took the business card and proceeded to Club 30.

Entering the club, atheotes could not help but pause to take in the gaudy sights. The patrons of the club on the other hand, could not bear to look at him too long, his attire being so atrocious and inappropriate, and he was pointed to the bathroom.

Inside, the Director stood, cigarette in mouth, and atheotes marveled how his presence made a washroom seem so classy. The Director reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a polished black gun, which he handed to atheotes. However, atheotes had watched the execution of discovery1 the evening before, and jumped back in terror.

The Director simply shrugged and placed the gun on the floor, remarking flatly
, "I had favored you because you do not capitalize your name in honor of pevergreen. It is either that or perishing in the inferno."

With that, he took his leave, and as he opened the door to exit, the Director turned around and flicked his cigarette. The moment it hit the floor, four walls of fire boxed in atheotes.

atheotes looked around frantically and saw no escape. Looking down at the gun on the floor, he reasoned that even if it wasn't going to kill him with a bullet, it would probably be better than burning to death. Picking it up, atheotes pointed it at his head. Clenching his teeth and closing his eyes, he pulled the trigger. Instead of feeling hot lead in his brain, he felt cold water dripping down his temple. Looking more closely at the pistol, he saw "waste a drop and you won't escape the blaze" engraved.

atheotes desperately squirted at the increasingly close fire, but it was not enough as the gun had said.

With the muffled screams of atheotes in the background, the Director proceeded to leave Club 30, stopping by the bar and informing the attendant
,

"Tell the manager I'll take care of the bathroom remodeling."


OOC

Night Five Begins. PM's due no later than 1700 Eastern (2100 GMT) tomorrow. Please mark as "n5 orders."


Tallies:

Lynch:

1st Atheotes = 17 (panno, 'khaan, rice, pizza, ylc, CR, gly, Jooo, WE, SSN, split, tinc, gibs, DJG, woad, goat, trat, jht)

2nd Gibs = 10 (Sig, DIana, Haud, beefy, Kage, KK, Psyco, AA, andy, ducky)

3rd avsm = 5 (El D, rhyf, gsc, x2, acin)

4/5th beefy187= 1 (lw)

4/5th craterus = 1 (craterus)

4/5th ironside = 1 (shlin)

Abstain = 5 (blade, moros, isk, khaz, ichi)

Selection:

Reenk = 23 (ichi, psycho, kage, we, goat, ducky, cent, Joe, griz, lw, reenk, prole, blade, tinc, khaan, s&b, kommo, trat, gsc, cr, beef, andy, khaz)

pizza = 13 (pizza, besk, el d, ylc, chao, aa, split, diana, kk, isk, leet, sig, shlin)

acin = 1 (acin)

abs = 6 (moros, rhyf, blade, x2, can't read own notes, crate)