Re: A Country for Old Men [In Play]
NIGHT 3
It had been a few very long days and the last one had been no different. Even though no one had died, the fact that they had to vote for the death of another guest who might have been innocent, started to get to some of the current residents of Sesame Peak. Our guitar player wasn't one of them though, or so it seemed, since later that night he picked up his instrument again, playing another one of his favourite tunes:
Few of the guests up on the mountain could find peace and rest for the night. Everyone was finding himself some means of defence, whether it was a baseball bat, a knife from the kitchen area or just a log from the fire wood supply. They holed up in their rooms and none were out playing cards this night. Only one of them could relax. He had cheated death once already during this week and now he was going to celebrate his 'pardoning' with the wonderful bottle of wine in front of him. It was his last bottle of Château Mouton Rothschild 1928 and he was going to enjoy every last drop of it.
He had settled into one of the major lounge areas and even had two more glasses prepared, ready to share this exquisite drink, should any of the other guests be in a mood to celebrate Jules' survival of this day's lynch. And soon enough one of the other guests appeared and approached Jules, smiling.
"I see you are in good spirits. Nothing wrong with that, I guess, since you survived today, even though you had most of the votes."
"Yes. It seems someone has taken a liking to me. Care for a drink in celebration of my survival?"
The other guest took the bottle carefully and examined the label. "Wow. Oh most certainly, this is truly an incredible wine and I would be honored to share it with you."
"So you are a wine connoisseur as well I take it?"
"Yes, not as well educated as you probably are but I am well able to know a fantastic wine when I see it." He put the bottle down and in the movement he accidentally pushed the glasses off the table, breaking all three of them. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I'm such a clumsy fellow."
"Don't worry, it's just the glasses, right? Could you get new ones from the kitchen. I'll clean up this mess in the meantime."
The other guest nodded and when he returned a few minutes later the shards of glass were all cleaned up, they both sat down on opposite sides of a couch table and Jules poured the wine. They both took their glasses and Jules thought about a toast but the other guest was quicker.
"To your death."
Now Jules raised an eyebrow and saw the wicked smile and sharp look on the other's face and set his glass back down as did his drinking companion. Jules shook his head in disbelief. "So you are...?"
"Yes, I suppose I am."
"And my wine?"
"Poisoned. Just one of the glasses of course as I intend to enjoy this wonderful drink while you enjoy your last moments on earth."
"And why should I not just call the other guests and tell them to get rid of you?"
"Well, first of all, everyone here knows that you are the great vinedresser and that this is your wine. As soon as you start calling I will call all the louder and I will simply tell them that they were right when voting you today and you just tried to poison me. Second, you think you know so much about wine that you will certainly smell the poison, figuring out which of the glasses is not poisoned and since I will let you choose, you will want to take this chance to get rid of me yourself, be a hero. Thirdly, and this is the most important reason, this is a Château Mouton Rothschild 1928 we are talking about and if you have even the slightest chance to find the correct glass you will not let this go to waste."
Jules seemed to think about this for a moment before he leaned forward, sniffing at both of the glasses for a few minutes until he sat back down. "None of the glasses smell weird." The other just shrugged, so Jules continued: "I might as well try to figure out what kind of a man you are. Would you put the poison into my glass or into your own? You are most certainly smart and no intelligent man will put the poison into his own glass, so I can definitely not choose the wine in front of me, but on the other hand you might also assume that I reason this way and so I cannot choose the wine in front of you..."
This went on for a few minutes, until Jules was staring at his opponent, exhausted from arguing with himself while the other just looked at him, strangely amused it seemed. "Look, there!", Jules suddenly pointed to the far end of the room but he only earned laughter from the other guest.
"This won't work, friend. I've seen the movie too, now make your choice."
The next morning they discovered Jules Nightbringer on the floor, a glass still in his hand, most of it's content spilled, his face a painful expression. The other glass on the table was empty, no other signs of the killer were found, except for a piece of paper that had been left next the bottle of wine:
This old man, he played four
He played knick knack just once more
With a knick knack paddywhack
Give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home
Alex, the janitor, soon entered the scene as he had been called by some of the guests and he took Nightbringer's glass, sniffed it and exclaimed: "Potassium Cyanide."
"How would you know?", one of the guests asked.
"I drink it for breakfast. Strengthens my immune system. Anyway, this is starting to worry me. Do something right today."
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It is now DAY 3!
Voting closes tomorrow, Monday, 11 P.M. CET / 5 P.M. US Eastern. Votes after the deadline will not be counted, unless there is a tie. If there's a tie the first vote to break it after the deadline decides.
Alive:
B_Ray
Major Robert Dump
Captain Blackadder
issaikhaan
robbiecon
Seon
ELITEOFKWARMAN88GINGERBREADMAN
Tratorix
Diamondeye
autolycus
dcmort93
Visorslash
Ishmael
Killed:
johnhughthom
Johhog
Nightbringer
Lynched:
classical_hero
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Originally Posted by Captain Blackadder
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