Capo di Tutti Capi - III (Summaries and Notices)

[Seamus Fermanagh]

Yeah by get down well you rock and roll
then you roll and rock
then you got to do it
because i don't wanna stop
yes i'm the db breaker,
the heart-taker
com'n fly guy
let's turn it up home boys,
pretty girls you don't stop
cause i'm jovanotti
gonna make you rock
baby baby gonna show you my stuff
i'm gonna tell you the way
to hit the top
hae-you can do it
hou-will you do it
hae-you can do it
let me know wot do ya want
up up up now now now
com'n you can get it gimme five
(clap clap clap)

-- Jovanotti "Gimme Five"


Sunset, Day Fourteen


Shinseikhaan did not leave the room at the last break before the final tallies. Instead, he sat there calmly, stoic in his absence of emotion, as the argument swirled and the discussion shifted. Finally, based on a shouted discussion between Pizzaguy and Xehh II, the votes were re-cast and the time for more changes had elapsed. Shinseikhaan waited as the guards brought him the final tally.

"Xehh II," intoned 'khaan, "The committee judges you guilty of crimes against Fatlington and hereby orders your death. Guards, sieze him."

Xehh II did not stay still for it, instead, as the guards moved forward, he rushed at them! The first guard took a stiff right to the face and went down like he'd been hit with an axe handle, his shattered nose spraying blood all over. The second was tripped and kicked so rapidly that he found himself rolling into empty folding chairs wondering why he wasn't standing.

The remaining officers switched over to their night sticks. Xehh still fought, trying to kick, hit or rush each of the officers in turn, but their clubs gave them the edge in range. Each savage attack was hammered back and though the officers did take hits, none of them were caught flat-footed like the first two. Slowly, inexorably, they cornered Xehh, who could barely lift his arms from all the bruising.

Though his struggles continued, the result was already known. Eventually, the officers hammered him down and then cuffed him for good measure. At 'khaan's direction, Xehh II was taken to a large wooden crate that had been laid on the sands just below the boardwalk.

Xehh was placed in the box and his arms and legs shackled to the corners. A metual tube, designed to rest on four spindly legs, was placed over his nose and mouth. The officers then began to shovel sand into the box. They continued to shovel sand until Xehh was covered by more than a foot of it, only the metal breathing tube protruding. They then lined the sand with a thick layer of charcoal mixed with kindling. Then the officers and Shinseikhaan went under the boardwalk and put on military issue flame throwers that they'd borrowed from the armory, all five moving to positions on the boardwalk where they could flame the box.

The heat was intense, igniting the charcoal and kindling in a massive conflagration and even coating some of the sand with thin layers of glass. The intense fire managed to consume most of the oxygen in its midst, slowly taking away the very air Xehh II needed to breathe to survive. As the worst pains of suffocation hit him, Xehh inhaled as hard as he could...only to be rewarded with superheated air that scorched his lungs and damaged his ability to breathe. Lungs seared and starved of oxygen, Xehh II took almost 10 minutes to die, but the fire was hot for hours.

"'Khaan did a pretty fair with the pyrotechnics," said Twilightblade as he watched the flames.

"Yeah," said Proletariat, also watching, "But Reenk would've set up a clam-bake as well."



OOC

Orders for Night 14 are due at 1400 on Sunday. Please PM me any questions as to role changes etc. no later than mid-day Saturday so that they can all be resolved prior to final orders going in. Thanks.



Tally


1st Xehh II = 9 (askthepizzaguy, Chaotix, Crazed Rabbit, Joooray, Sasaki Kojiro, Sigurd, slashandburn, Tratorix, YLC)

2nd/3rd Crazed Rabbit = 2 (SSNeoperestroika, Xehh II)

2nd/3rd Haudegen = 2 (Kukrikhan, White_eyes:D)

4th/5th Shinseikhaan = 1 (spL1tp3r50naL1ty)

4th/5th Twilightblade = 1 (a completely inoffensive name)

[Seamus Fermanagh]

You shed a shadow on my life
Shed a shadow on a love
Took the shelter out of my life
Took the shelter of a lie
I couldn't see it in your restless eyes
The truth I was hiding
The truth you could not disguise

But I never thought I'd see the day
I knew I'd need a miracle to make you stay
I knew
I needed
A miracle
And I never thought I'd see the day

-- Sade “Never thought I’d see the day.”

Summary of Events, Night Fourteen


As he made his way home, a completely inoffensive name kept his head down and his mind on his grumblings. <> He didn’t notice that the sidewalk had been modified since he last walked this way, or that he was now more or less suspended over a 30’-wide strip of water. He DID notice the kunai that flashed in front of his eyes.

He jumped back and drew his weapon in one motion. The second kunai whirled from the figure just stepping out from behind a parked van 40 feet distant, and with a metallic clang it knocked the gun from his grasp, spinning it into the water. Twilightblade walked up to a completely, stopping about 7 feet away. His glossy leather coat and hat gleamed in the dim light.

“You have offended me, sir,” said ‘Blade.

“What do you…”

“Your name is so inoffensive that I can ONLY be offended by it. We must now dance.”

Two kunai whirled out, thrown by ‘blade with both hands. They smashed glass bottles on either side, ringing the pair were filled with leaping flames. Small explosions broke the pavement behind each man. They now faced each other on a 4’ by 12’ island in the midst of a sea of flame. ‘Blade reached across his back and drew the ahenderei he so loved. With his other hand he drew a sword, a great kopis blade, tossing it handle first to a completely inoffensive name.

“You might be familiar with such a blade. Let’s dance!”

The two men traded blows in a flurry of steel. ‘Blade’s reach advantage was significant, but ACIN’s blade was heavier and his motivation made up for much of his lack of skill. Still, the conclusion had been foregone from the start. After a few minutes of fighting, the butt end of the ashenderei whipped out and disarmed a completely inoffensive name, sending his kopis after his pistol.

"You have fought well and honorably,” said Twilightblade. “I shall tell you how avoid getting burned by my powder.”

ACIN leaned forward slightly, interested despite his frustration.

“Wear fireproof clothing.”

Twilightblade did a backflip off the platform, diving through the flames without a murmer – he had followed his own advice – quickly emerging on the far side of the flames. A completely inoffensive name waited for the flames to die down, listening to the purr of the well-tuned Triumph as it roared off into the night.


Chaotix, despite his name, was fairly precise in his actions. With things in Fatlington trending the way they were, it was prudent to be aware of one’s surroundings. When the masked fellow with the large umbrella stepped around the corner ahead of him, he quickly leapt to the side and put his back to the door of the closed shop. He was not going to let anyone get behind him.

He noted the second figure, the one who had been shadowing him and prepared to cut loose with the Tommy gun the moment he focused on Mr Umbrella, and went for his gun. While prepared, it seemed unlikely he’d be able to stop one attack without falling to the other.

Chaotix then fell backwards into the store. Instantly, the door slammed behind him, a bar lock falling in place and an armored trench coat was thrown over him. He never got a good look at the people who’d done all of these things so quickly…but he was quite glad they had. His two attackers did not try to press their luck.


[B]Crazed Rabbit[B] sat at his table, sketch pad in hand. He was thinking of a huge mural that would hang for a hundred feet along the length of the pier, so his mind was full of ideas and concepts, each one almost leaping onto the paper. What he lacked was a single unifying theme.

Perhaps he might consider the three trench-coated Tommy gunners who were moving up the pier towards him as he sat at the bar at the Angler’s Dangle? But no, they were more of an interruption.

Still, they didn’t interrupt him for very long. The trio had just pulled back the bolts on their Tommies when they heard the clanging and banging of metal on wood. Someone had cut loose a stack of 18” gauge steel piping that now rolled down at them along the angled ramp leading back down to the bulkhead from the pier. Instead of firing at CR, they found themselves diving into the sand and refuse at the side of the pier.

Nor would their fourth shooter – the one guarding the bottom of the pier to close off Rabbit’s escape – be of any assistance. From somewhere near the end of the pier, a hidden sniper started putting bullets into the bulkhead nearby. Given current circumstances, the better part of valor clearly seemed to be discretion. The attack squad beat a hasty retreat.


The same concept, discretion, also appealed to SSNeoperestroika. When the first shooter opened up at him with a Garand carbine from across the street, he dropped behind a car and then did a low crawl towards the alley between the Five-and-dime and the taproom. He’d gotten a good look at his shooter – no mask and the hat had flipped off from the recoil of the carbine. But would he have a chance to confront him later?

You see, unfortunately for SSNeo, that alley was really his only means of escape from the first shooter – and easily turned into a trap by the simple expediency of having one shooter step out of the back door to the tappy. Fortunately for SSNeo, nobody did. He was able to make his escape. Tomorrow, he and Chaotix would have words.


Morning Meeting, Day Fifteen


“So anyway, maybe not a quiet not exactly, but nobody ended up dead.”

Fermanagh shifted his notes.

“Our success in lynching mafiosi seems to be continuing. Centurion1, according to our sources, was a Made gangster in one of the crime families. You are to be congratulated for using Tosa’s system so effectively.

“Efforts at taking the law into your own hands independently however, haven’t met with the same success. Pannonian was one of my hidden detectives. His loss hurts us all.”

Fermanagh stared at askthepizzaguy for several seconds.

“Surprisingly enough, it may be that the maniac killer with his sick love for the number five may have done us the most good of all, at least this time. LittleGrizzly was a Mafia Don and the head of one of the five crime families. We must make sure his killer is brought to justice – in the interest of our own safety – but in this case he helped Fatlington out.”

Fermanagh left the room. Shinseikhaan quickly reviewed the procedures for the lynch vote and for the selection process. The committee then adjourned, knowing that this afternoon’s session would prove…interesting.



OOC

Lynch Voting and Director Selection should be completed by 1500 Eastern on Monday the 21st (1900 GMT). Results etc. should be in your hands before long.


The Fate of the Fatlings

Attacked (41): Beefy187 (n1, n6), DJGingivtis (n2), Gaius Scribonius Curio (n2), Beskar (n3), Double A (n3), Lord Winter (n3, n5), Andres (n4, n9, n11), Diana Abnoba (n4), Reenk Roink (n4), Iskander3.1 (n5), Proletariat (n5, n5, n7, n7), TinCow (n6), Shinseikhaan (n7), Centurion1 (n8), Sasaki Kojiro (n8, n9, n10, n10, n13), Moros (n9, n10), Pannonian (n9), Sigurd (n9), Crazed Rabbit (n10, n14) askthepizzaguy (n11), Kukrikhan (n11), El Diablo (n12), LittleGrizzly (n12), spL1Tp3r50nality (n12), Chaotix (n13, n14), a completely inoffensive name (n14), SSNeoperestroika (n14)

Killed (29): Quintus.JC (n1), The Stranger (n1), Death is Yonder (n2), pevergreen (n2), Yaropolk (n2), Myrddraal (n3), Jolt (n4), Craterus (n5), johnhughthom (n5), Leet Erickson (n5), Psychonaut (n5), Iskander3.1 (n6), Khazaar (n6), Kommodus (n6), scottishranger (n6), Aggonyduck (n8), Beskar (n8), Cultured Drizzt Fan (n8), glyphz (n8), shlin28 (n8), Diana Abnoba (n9), DisgruntledGoat (n9), Moros (n10), Reenk Roink (n10), Andres (n11), Ichigo (n11), LittleGrizzly (n12), Pannonian (n12), Joe Monks (n13), Ricera10 (n13), woad&fangs (n13)

Lynched (13): Factionheir (d2), CountArach (d3), GeneralHankerchief (d3), discovery1 (d4), atheotes (d5), A Very Super Market (d6), Kagemusha (d6), Rhyfelwher (d7), Ironside (d8), DJGingivtis (d9), Lord Winter (d10), Beefy187 (d11), Centurion1 (d12), El Diablo (d13), Xehh II (d14)

Wogged (9): Nole4694 (n5), Truepraetorian (n5), Dutch_guy (n6), Warmaster Horus (n7), Greyblades (n10), Skooma Addict (n10), Cowhead418 (n11), Gaius Scribonius Curio (n11), Veronica "Trouble" Toluso (n11)

Still Alive (22): a completely inoffensive name, askthepizzaguy, Caius, Chaotix, Crazed Rabbit, DoubleA, gibsonsg91921, Haudegen, Joooray, Kukrikhan, Proletariat, Sasaki Kojiro, Shinseikhaan, Sigurd, slashandburn, spL1tp3r50naL1ty, SSNeoperestroika, TinCow, Tratorix, Twilightblade, White_Eyes:D, YLC.