April 8, 2017 - 10:50 AM (GMT)
The moment everyone dreaded had finally arrived. It was time for dinner at Escape Room 1784.
Pretty much nobody at this point had any trust in TesXX's cooking skills after the sandwich
incident, so the past couple hours or so were spent squabbling over who was to take one for
the team and cook dinner at what had to be the dreariest looking school cafeteria.
StealthyNoodle:
You're the girl here, nancy. Go to the kitchen and make us a sandwich.
nancy:
Umm, why don't you go cook yourself? I'd love me some noodles right about now.
WhyMafia:
GUYS! How about we let TesXX make something? Boy needs practice.
Loopdan:
WhyMafia is trying to give us food poisoning. Lynch him.
nancy:
No. Tonight we dine noodles. See, even Senpine agrees with me. Isn't that right, Senpine? ...Senpine??
Senpine was unfortunately passed out on the couch and appeared to give no signs of life. His
protégé nancy immediately dashed to him and tried to revive him.
Srceenplay:
I think he's flatlined. Probably hunger or boredom.
nancy:
Shut uuuup. Senpine, please! You can't do this to me! You can't just leave me with these...
Tribunal:
Did I just hear the f-word?
nancy:
NO!
But it was too late. The couch Pine was lying on sprang into motion as the floor beneath it
flipped and turned, devouring the couch into the abyss for a split second before spitting it out
again - but this time, without Pine.
nancy:
Senpai.. Don't leave me behind OK? How can I get anywhere.. If I can't hang on your shoulders!
Evil Pine.. no, you should be a tree. 'Cause trees stay in one place, right? .. Now I'm lonesome. Bye..
Chronicle:
Oh god, another horrible haiku. Lynch her guys.
WhyMafia:
That wasn't even a haiku you troglodyte.
nancy:
I can totally understand how you felt now, WhyMafia.
CogMachine:
Guuuys. Drop it please. I'm starving.
Since nobody had agreed who the chef on duty would be, the adventurers decided to solve
the debate by drawing straws, which they plucked from the rotating couch. As fate would
have it, the short straw was drawn by the infamous chef-in-training, TesXX.
CogMachine:
...Screw dinner actually. I just remembered I really need to go do something super important
right now.
And before anybody could react, CogMachine slammed himself onto the couch and vanished
amidst the rumble.
Tribunal:
(Sighing) I guess I'm going to need two replacements then. Give me one more second.
Two brave adventurers dropped from the ceiling, fazing absolutely nobody at this point.
Loopdan:
Harro, noobsicles. We got a little rule here: whoever arrives last has to make dinner. Chop chop.
TesXX:
Hey, wait a minute...
Loopdan:
Not negotiable.
Fortunately for Loopdan, the new arrivals Drixx and BlackVoid turned out to be much better cooks
than TesXX, so at least dinner was relatively quick and painless. Soon they were going to have to
make a final decision - someone was probably going to bite the dust tonight, and they were yet to
agree who. They finished their dinner in silent anticipation and approached the black vote board
for one last discussion.
: StealthyNoodle, Chronicle
: Drixx, nancy
: Loopdan
: BlackVoid
: WhyMafia
TesXX, Srceenplay
With 9 alive it takes 5 to lynch.
Deadline for Day 1 actions:
April 11, 2017 - 9:20 AM (GMT)
You have (expired on 2017-04-11 09:20:00) to discuss and decide on a lynch.