Capo de Tutti Capi [Concluded]

[CountArach]

Well the answer is to get someone to protect you...

[pevergreen]

But Sasaki is saying The_Don is The Stranger.

And the night phase is nearly over. I wonder what happens!

EDIT: Hi Om!

[Pannonian]

Since The_Don asks so courteously, how can we refuse his request to lynch The_Stranger?

Looking at it from a game POV, The_Stranger has been ratted out as a Don, and his arguments about knowing things and only wanting to save himself are unconvincing due to their utter lack of substance. So another tactic would be to to try and make himself look like a townie. How better than to pretend that the Mafia are after him? But this doesn't convince either, since we know of no reason why the Mafia would be out to get him specifically via you, especially as I've already targeted him for execution by decoding his riddle. If Sasaki can check the IPs, I would say The_Stranger's constant calls for attention are reminiscent of The Spartan's, and old-timers will remember just how bad a villager The Spartan was - newer players can check the glossary.

If The_Stranger (I keep typing Spartan) continues to avoid giving a clear explanation of what he is, I would assume he is indeed a Mafia Don who stretched his luck by taunting us, and who is now trying all sorts of tricks to get himself out of trouble. Not very well, judging by how unconvincing his arguments in this thread have been, to the extent that he is using sock-puppets to provide cover.

For non-usenetters, sock-puppets are duplicate accounts used by the same poster to give himself support in a thread. When one is caught using them, the poster is usually laughed out of the group.

Edit: Corrected grammar.

[Sasaki Kojiro]

*something about The_Don and The stranger having same IP*

that proves nothing... I was trying to find out about mafia players... but you blew my cover... good job.

Perhaps this needs reposting.

[Pannonian]

Can The Stranger explain why he posted that riddle? Please give a plausible explanation, and not the usual "I'm not going to tell" twaddle. If you're a detective, explain why you composed a poem saying "I'm the Don". What does this gain you from a detective perspective? Similarly for any other pro-townie role. Even if you're a wise guy, explain what you've done so far, as wise guys can play on either side of the fence. If, despite the case against you, you continue to keep your information to yourself in defiance of the principles of a town victory, then we might as well be rid of you.

Remember, all townies share in a town victory, whether or not they've survived the game. Threatening to keep the information to yourself if you are lynched reduces the chances of a town victory, helping the Mafia. So spill it, since you're facing the rope anyway.

[Stig]

Wait, what does this mean?

Well we heard loads about Andres, we've heard loads about the Stranger, but that's it. There are supposed to be 3 mafia families to start it. And say Stranger is a townie, that makes it 2 more mafia families should be doing something ... shouldn't we be hearing even a little bit about them? Or are they better then Stranger

[Seamus Fermanagh]

Sorry for the delay. Family requires attention from time to time.

No further PM's for night #2, write up will follow with all possible speed.

Thanks for your patience.

[pevergreen]

Hooray!

[Motep]

Anf here I was hoping that it will be posted...But nooo...only some crap about "The_Stranger" having multiple accounts....ah well. Let us wait and se how the tale unfolds.

[Seamus Fermanagh]

Night Two Summary

It was not to be a restful night in Fatlington. Despite the mists and rain there were far too many people moving quietly about, watching, and carefully avoiding any prolonged contact. Darkness, in Fatlington, could be a palpable feeling and not simply a trick of the light….


Stig returned home to his fashionable bachelor’s town home as darkness closed in, the sun withdrawing what little support its gray light gave through gaps in the clouds and rain to brighten the beleaguered town of Fatlington. The evening meeting had unnerved him, and he was glad to be back at home.

While racking his coat away in the closet, he noticed a dim light coming from the kitchen, and heard the gentle <> of silverware on china. Perplexed, he strode around the corner…only to see a stranger sitting at his table, a trio of lit candles at table center illuminating the scene, calmly eating a rare-cooked steak.

“Ah, my good friend, so glad you came.” the man said, putting down his silverware. He was wearing a broad fedora that concealed his features, save for a hint of “five o’clock shadow along his jaw. The man was dressed as though he had just come in from the cold.

“Who the hell are you?” demanded an irate Stig, taking a step forward. Stig stopped abruptly as he spotted the pistol next to the stranger’s hand, the bulbous gray silencer contrasting poorly with the maroon of one of Stig’s best napkins. In the pause that followed Stig noticed other shadows behind him and to his left in the darkest corner of the room. Faint shadows that didn’t “fit” and made his eyes – catching only glimpses peripherally – long to twitch. Stig's heart skipped a beat.

“Ah, yes”, the stranger said, cleaning the remains of the meal from his face with the napkin from his lap, “You see now that I am not here merely for pleasure. I am here to, ah, correct the unpleasantness that has begun to consume this town. I do not delight in what must be done.”

“How can you...” Stig started demanding, but the stranger picked up the pistol and shot him neatly between the eyes. The pistol was of relatively small caliber and the round soft-tipped; a messy exit wound would have been…distasteful. The stranger pocketed the weapon, picked up his fork, and ate a last bite of the steak.

“He had good taste in steak, though,” the stranger said. “I don’t know where he purchased the béarnaise, but it was quite excellent.” Standing, he nodded to the others in the room that it was time to go and walked quietly out, pausing briefly to drop a single white glove on Stig’s body.


Redleg too was having a bite of dinner. With all the turmoil, he’d decided on a thick Chateau-Briand at Iron Felix’s on Lubyanka Street – it had been a tough couple of days and he found himself craving their sauce béarnaise. He’d start with the asparagus soup, have the steak with a LaTour ’36, and finish things off with some of their Port Salut and an Armagnac. Life is short, he thought – especially these days – so I shall revel in the stuff of life.

There were only a few people at the nearby tables, a pair of well-dressed men engaged in a discussion about Dewey’s loss in the recent elections and a fellow sitting with a rather pretty auburn-haired woman, sipping wine and looking at each other a little dreamily. Sensing no threat, Redleg relaxed a bit, sat down, and began to order his desired meal from Vlad, his favorite waiter.

Shortly thereafter, the sous-waiter came with the steaming soup – – setting it on the table as another wait staff member – also a new face – brought over the wine, uncorked it and left it to breathe on the table. Redleg was disappointed, but it wouldn’t matter long. His nostrils drew in the rich scent of the asparagus soup – a scent that completely masked the odor of the poison with which it was laced – while his eyes looked at the bottle across the table, noting its rich color even through the greenish glass of the back of the bottle. Unfortunately for Redleg the rich aroma of the wine would mask the nutty aroma of the cyanide dosing it.

As he reached for his soupspoon, two men from the nearby tables on either side stood and walked by his table – both accidentally brushing into him. Apologizing profusely the gentleman on his right brushed some non-existent lint from Redleg’s lapel with one hand…as the other dropped a counter-agent into the soup. The second man, his table companion staring at him with a look of mild embarrassment, just stood back a bit, repeatedly apologizing and asking if Redleg was all right.

“I’m fine, really...”

“Again, I’m sorry to for any inconvenience,” said the soup-saver, extending his hand.
Ever the gentleman himself, Redleg stood and half turned to shake the man’s hand – giving the overly apologetic second man the opportunity to switch the wine bottle with a freshly-opened red from his coat. The first man withdrew, joined his companion and left as did the second following a polite handclasp of his own. Within moments, Redleg had this wing of the restaurant to himself.

Shrugging, Redleg sat down to eat the rest of his sumptuous meal in peace, assisted in his pursuit of gustatory delight by familiar members of the staff at Iron Felix’s. Only one moment gave him pause. The new ones – whoever they were – had apparently made a mistake…

“Iosef,” Redleg said to his sommelier “This red is fantastic but it’s not the LaTour I ordered…”

Both men were perplexed to find a bottle of Lafitte-Rothschild 1918 on the far side of Redleg’s table. Redleg was quite happy about it…the sommelier was not.

Redleg went home in a blissful glow to a sound sleep and surprisingly pleasant dreams.


The morning meeting was surprisingly business-like given the events of the preceding evening’s lynch effort. The faces were somber, and more than a few showed signs of little or no sleep, but they were attentive as Chief Seamus recounted what they knew of Stig’s murder with its calling card, assured them his investigators would learn what they could and then told them what some anonymous tipsters said had been done to save Redleg – Redleg had looked a little green at that point in the briefing. Some even took notes as Seamus related the doings of the police to counter the riot threat and what little Seamus could provide in the way of investigation results. Seamus continued.

“Oh, and I have a report from the squad that was investigating GeneralHankerchief’s house and effects following his murder. He had quite a private photo collection – bank robbers holding up newspapers with headlines of their crimes and escapes, photos of known gangsters murdered at various locales – and not the photos that were published in the press. He even had a framed letter from someone thanking him for being his “guardian angel” in the mob conflict in Bayonne 2 years ago, regrettably unsigned…in short, GeneralHankerchief was what these mobsters call a “Luca” the special bodyguard of one of their leaders. He was no loss to Fatlington.”

Seamus paused, seemingly discomfited by what he must say next. He cleared his throat.

“I knocked a few heads together and got my officers to look through things properly for a change and they came up with the lost note from Hankerchief’s murder scene. It reads: Sorry, for the inconvenience, my haberdasher was fresh out, so you’ll have to take this promissory note. It didn’t make any sense at first, but then Mort came up from the morgue to tell me that he’d found a white cotton glove on Hankerchief’s corpse on the slab this morning – in the locked morgue in the basement of police headquarters.”

Seamus shook his head wearily, clearly disturbed.

“There really is more than one gang involved in this war…and we’re all right in the middle. I’ll let you all go to think over your votes for this evening.”

“Mr. Beirut? Anything to add?”

Beirut shook his head quietly. It would be a long day.



OOC:

The Specifics Thus Far:

Murdered: GeneralHankerchief (N1), Stig (N2)

Attacked: Proletariat (N1), Sasaki Kojiro (N1), Redleg (N2)

Lynched: Kralizec (D2)

Suicided: Ichigo, (D2), Tribesman (D2)

WoGged: Nobody, and please keep it that way.


Voting begins for Day 3. All votes must be made no later than 0200 EST 1/22/7.

Remember, there are 2 votes:

Select a director for days 4 & 5, and

Vote for who you want to be lynched day 3.


Investigation and Action results will follow by PM at the usual times.

[pevergreen]

Select: pevergreen
Vote: Abstain

Poor stig, lucky redleg.

[Lord Winter]

Now that GH is reveled as a Luca Pevergreen seems even more supious as before. Would it not make sense that G.H. was going to select his Don?

Vote: Pevergreen

As for director, its like aggony duck said who can you trust better then yourself?
Select: Destroyer of Hope

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Vote Tally:
Lynch:
Peevergreen 1 (DoH)
Abstain: 1 Pevergreen

Director:
Peevergreen 1 (Pevergreen)
DoH 1 (DoH)

EDIT: code of spoil tags

[Seamus Fermanagh]

New voting system (spoiler addition) is EXCELLENT. I encourage it in all Mafia games from here on. This will really save time.

[Sasaki Kojiro]

For director, I can't think of anyone off hand who has been confirmed innocent. I think GH's list is very probably innocents though, we could pick one of them, especially since they seem to be targets.

I'm going to hear what the stranger has to say before voting.

[CountArach]

I see several possibilities of what was with GH's list...

1. He was telling the truth in a huge gamble of a double bluff
2. He was telling the truth but these people of rival Mafia groups.
3. He was flat out lying and these people are innocent
4. He was guessing and these peope may be innocent and there is no way of knowing if they are in fact guilty
5. One of these people are a fellow Mafia person, but he was taking the gamble that one of them would be killed/investigated and found to be innocent, and as such we would assume that they all were, allowing one to sneak under the radar.

Make up your own mind. Any comments more than welcome.

[Motep]

hmmm...poor Stig....

select: Motep...I mean...who can you trust besides than than yourself?

Vote: Sasaki ...dont trust him...

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Vote Tally:
Lynch:
pevergreen-1 (DoH)
Abstain-1 (Pevergreen)
Sasaki-1 (Motep)

Director:
pevergreen-1 (pevergreen)
DoH-1 (DoH)
Motep-1 (Motep)

[Sasaki Kojiro]

Meh, it's probably best just to forget about it (GH's list).

[Sasaki Kojiro]

Vote: Sasaki ...dont trust him...

Here we go again

[Motep]

Here we go again

...


hmmm....

[Sasaki Kojiro]

...

Why don't you trust me?

Also: can we assume that you trust everyone else?

[Motep]

Why don't you trust me?

Also: can we assume that you trust everyone else?

I really dont trust anybody....I trust a rare few, but they are few and far between.

And as ro why I do not trust you...I do not know.

unvote: Sasaki

...not enough suspicion to have you lynched, anyways.

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Vote Tally:
Lynch:
pevergreen-1 (DoH)
Abstain-1 (Pevergreen)

Director:
pevergreen-1 (pevergreen)
DoH-1 (DoH)
Motep-1 (Motep)

[pevergreen]

I dont trust you anymore Sasaki.

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Vote Tally:
Lynch:
pevergreen-1 (DoH)
Sasaki-1 ( pevergreen)

Director:
pevergreen-1 (pevergreen)
DoH-1 (DoH)
Motep-1 (Motep)

[CountArach]

Umm Pevergreen, your spoiler thing is wrong. You copied the one before it. I'll correct it. I'm going with Redleg on this. After all, we know that he isn't with at least one of the families, otherwise they wouldn't try to kill him. Then the question is, who protected him? From the story, I don't think that it is his own men.

Select: Redleg

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Vote Tally:
Lynch:
pevergreen-1 (DoH)
Sasaki-1 (pevergreen)

Director:
pevergreen-1 (pevergreen)
DoH-1 (DoH)
Motep-1 (Motep)
Redleg-1 (CountArach)

[Sasaki Kojiro]

I really dont trust anybody....I trust a rare few, but they are few and far between.

And as ro why I do not trust you...I do not know.

unvote: Sasaki

...not enough suspicion to have you lynched, anyways.

This is the third time you've done this so far this game. You random vote somebody without giving a reason and when somebody questions you you unvote. Very scummy. Why aren't you actually looking for scum?

Vote:Motep

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Vote Tally:
Lynch:
Motep-1(Sasaki)
pevergreen-1 (DoH)
Abstain-1 (Pevergreen)

Director:
pevergreen-1 (pevergreen)
DoH-1 (DoH)
Motep-1 (Motep)

[pevergreen]

Vote: Sasaki
Unselect;Select: Redleg

I agree with count

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Vote Tally:
Lynch:
Motep-1(Sasaki)
pevergreen-1 (DoH)
Sasaki-1(pevergreen)

Director:
DoH-1 (DoH)
Motep-1 (Motep)
Redleg-2 (CountArach, pevergreen)

[CountArach]

Guys, please make sure you copy the right spoiler tag. You didn't do that Sasaki.

I agree with your estimation of Motep, it seems to be somewhat... eratic...

Vote: Motep

Also pevergreen, why are you voting for Sasaki?

Spoiler Alert, click show to read: 

Vote Tally:
Lynch:
Motep-2(Sasaki, CountArach)
pevergreen-1 (DoH)
Sasaki-1(pevergreen)

Director:
DoH-1 (DoH)
Motep-1 (Motep)
Redleg-1 (CountArach, pevergreen)

EDIT: How do you put Spoiler tags in?

[pevergreen]

Hmm..i think his win conditions dont allow me to live.

[CountArach]

Hmm..i think his win conditions dont allow me to live.

So you are Mafia then...?

[Sasaki Kojiro]

Sorry about the spoiler tags, someone posted while I was replying.

I think pever just claimed mafia. ??

[Sasaki Kojiro]

Hmm, we need to sort this The_Stranger thing out. He sent me a pm claiming that pever was mafia. I assumed he was the detective or something, but rereading the pm it seems he's claiming townie. But then how can he be sure of anything?

I'm thinking the_stranger is messing around backstage here, spreading lies. Suspicious.