END OF NIGHT 2/ START OF DAY 3
It’s time.
Many things happen on the submarine that night.
In their rooms, an engineer checks the clock. They’re running out of time, ever so slowly. They’re hungry, so hungry. When they arrived to dinner earlier that night, they found their plate empty, the contents cleaned out. Having rationed everything evenly, the rest of the crew remarked that they must have eaten it all earlier without realizing, but their empty stomach says otherwise. They sleep fitfully that night, one hand resting over their aching belly.
Oralee sits at a table, thinking to herself. During dinner, someone passed her an anonymous love letter, refusing to tell her who it was from. She hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it. She’s a scientist, first and foremost, and she has no time for romance. She still wonders, though, who it could have possibly been. Nevertheless, she tries to return to the task at hand, trying to find a way to get the submarine working again. Midway through the night, a person wearing a
mask kicks down the door.
“What? No, get away!” Oralee yells, but the attacker is too fast. They wrap their arms around her neck, squeezing and squeezing until finally, Oralee’s eyes flutter shut and she slumps to the floor, dead.
Meanwhile, a secret admirer gathers their courage to deliver a sealed note. Tanglefire takes a deep breath. “All I have to do is slide this note under Oralee’s door, and then I can go back to my room.” Suddenly, Tangle hears a scream— they rush to Oralee’s room, only to find the door ajar, a masked murderer standing over her body.
The killer turns around. Tangle tries to back up and run back down the corridor, but the killer, yet again, is too quick. Grabbing Tangle’s throat, the murderer once again kills another victim through strangulation.
Lastly, a stowaway sneaks into someone’s room, eager to snatch any snacks they might have hidden inside. They’re hungry too, and surely all of the other scientists can spare a meal or too.
Inside, they see a potato, resting on a bedside table. MysticalScribe reaches for it, salivating hungrily, when all of a sudden, it explodes in their hands. When the inhabitant of the room awakes, they receive a nasty surprise— bits and pieces of flesh and potato are splattered across the room. More tragically, their potato is gone— they go hungry for the day.
When the rest of the crew awakens, they’re in for a shock. Two of their number are unaccounted for, and when they test the DNA of the flesh and potato splatters, they find that it does not match up with any of their crew members.
A figure standing in the corner does a quick headcount. She’s shocked to find that so many have disappeared so fast. Another course of action might be in order. She returns to her rooms, resolving to research a matter further, poring over old encyclopedias of creatures long lost to time.
Oralee was killed! They were the Heartless Scientist!
Tanglefire was killed! They were the Secret Admirer!
MysticalScribe was killed! They were the Stowaway!
A player has begun to starve.
The day will end on September 13, at 18:30.
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