Miss du Chat looked around her at the overcrowded lifeboat full of people, animals and a corpse. The sun was rising and there was no shelter. She arranged her scarves and hat to best protect herself against the damaging uv rays. The ungrateful cat seemed to be looking after itself.
"Do we need to do something about th-th-that?" she quavered, pointing at the remains of Dai Furst, sincerely hoping that the dog and cat were not going to find the body too tempting.
She looked at the well-dressed young man who had asked about food, "Do you think we should see if there are any provisions on board?" she asked.
The lifeboat has enough food to last all of you for at least a week. It also carries plentiful supplies of alcoholic beverages: GIN, rum, Beer, coloured water the makers refer to as 'lager', a butt of malmsey.
Nominations for lynching close at 8am Thursday morning to give everyone ample time to vote. As things stand, the only candidate is No Lynching who will therefore win by a walkover.
Phereniki contemplated whether or not the meagre rations were vegetarian and just how far they would stretch. Perhaps the animals will keep to their natural instincts and grasp fish...perhaps not. What exactly is the current thought on eating canines?
Rover and his new friend ShipCat wander round the deck, still searching for the galley and hoping for scraps of food to be thrown their way. Some people seem to be looking at them with hungry eyes
The Honourable Miss Amy Alton has been taught to eschew strong waters, apart from the occasional* glass of wine with a meal.
However, there are no meddling aunts with etiquette textbooks aboard. No servants to gossip and pass word back to Mother. Perhaps it would be all right to try it, just this once.
"I wonder what this will do to my reputation on this boat!" wonders Miss Alton, as she subtly reaches for a bottle labelled GIN. She can't help but try to be discreet, even now. Some behaviours are too entrenched to change.
"Do we need to do something about th-th-that?" she quavered, pointing at the remains of Dai Furst, sincerely hoping that the dog and cat were not going to find the body too tempting. ......
Keeping an eye out for the parrot ( 'where *did* it go to ?') Jonathon address his fellow travelers.
"Miss du Chat - I take it you meant what we do about the body of the deceased, or were you referring to us taking action with regards to the circumstances of his demise?"
"What would you all say to the suggestion that - on the grounds of hygiene and to avoid interference/distraction from our non-human shipmates - we should give this chap a decent sea burial, and commit him to the waves ?
Lambie, you knew the unfortunate fellow - what do you think?
Perhaps if we do, you would like to say a few words?
He turns to the other, recently quiet passengers "Sloth, Fletcher, Kookoosint - what say you ?"
Miss Alton follows Jonathon's gaze, lingering on a few of the passengers who are sat far away from the hubbub.
"A few of us certainly are being unnaturally quiet", she begins, then tries to think of what to say next. Of course, it's hard for anyone to meet new people without a calling card or a butler to present you. Amy feels quite off piste herself, since none of the rules she has learnt seem to be helping her here.
Still, at least she's made an effort.
"We still haven't heard much from the parrot, that sunburnt chap who calls himself Kookoosint, or that mysterious woman whose luggage bears the name Gwai."
Miss Alton suspects that Jonathon might be a good ally, based on his tendency to take the lead. She addresses her comment to him, in an attempt to curry favour.
Then she hesitates. "Of course, we should make sure there's no evidence on the body before disposing of it, don't you think? But what do I know about such things?" She covers up her slightly pointed suspicions with a laugh.
Miss du Chat looked at the butt of malmsey. "Do you think we ought to put the body in that? To preserve the evidence?" "Nelson was put into brandy or rum to keep his body from decomposing too badly."
Kookoosint is drawing a map and taking note of wind, clouds, an ocean currents. Being too busy to have regard for much else. Though he did note that some communication seemed somewhat suspicious, querying Lambie and Miss Alton's exchange.
Chellington, despite being a parrot, had had a pretty rough week (though not as rough as the corpse’s of course). What with the migraine followed by root canal (who knew parrots could need that!) she had been a bit slack on events in the lifeboat... so who exactly was looking guilty then???
Phereniki fears the future of all life on Earth if root canals venture so far! Ouch!
This lifeboat sports rather a menagerie although it does seems to equate to relative space and comforting cushions!
Mmm...where has the ship’s cat got to?
Well (says Lambie fussily), since everyone else is just sitting there staring, I'm going to say I think it's the Disgusting Doggie what done it. And it should go over the side along with my poor, poor dead friend Dai. (weeps into handkerchief)
The Honourable Miss Alton is rather enjoying these arguments. They're just like a society ball, where alliances and treaties are formed, enemies are made, and friendships go to die. Or to Dai, in this case. Miss Alton giggles into her handkerchief at her private joke.
Is Lambie making the first actual accusation? We've had some hints and suspicions from others, but nothing quite so concrete. It will be very interesting to watch who jumps up in support of it…
Oh, no jumping, please! I'm seasick enough as it is. But yes, of course I'm accusing the Dreadful Beast (aka Disgusting Doggie, or Fearsome Floof). It peed on my manuscript.
Lunch or lynch thinks Kookoosint, and mutters to himself, what's this? Vaguely he mentions Lambie and Miss Alton's prior discussion and there's murther in the air? Lunch he thinks, but the wandering spirits, are they beginning to point somewhere? He shuffles off toward the galley, looking for bannock and a knife to sharpen his pencil. Muttering again, this time about wolves in lamb clothing.
"Wow Lambie, I'll admit that the dog has some disgusting habits, and yes, all this excited jumping around that it's doing - what it is, boy, what do you know ? what can you sense? - what's got you so excited? do you know what's being said about you ?. -is rather annoying, (geroff my leg!)but to accuse it of being involved in a man's death? Seems a bit far. And is the dog ultimately responsible, or do you consider it a willing accomplice ?"
***** out of character / game point of order******
I've just noticed that posts aren't time-stamped once it's past the day you're posting. Will this cause us a problem with timelines in terms of the processes within the game?
***** out of character / game point of order******
I've just noticed that posts aren't time-stamped once it's past the day you're posting. Will this cause us a problem with timelines in terms of the processes within the game?
They are still timestamped if you hover your mouse over the date.
I am hoping that I've left enough wiggle room in the times that nothing much will turn on exact times.
Unless I missed something candidates for lynching are:
Rover aka Disgusting Dog (Boogie);
No lynching.
Non-votes will not count towards the final result. If you can work out how to put your votes in bold or put them in a separate line at the end of your post that will be much appreciated.
The deadline is 11pm Friday night, although votes cast after the deadline but before I post to close voting will be counted. No voting twice; no changing your vote.
Sloth yawned, blinked, yawned again, stretched half-heartedly and re-arranged himself in his hammock. "I don't much like dogs," he remarked to nobody in particular, "they are too loud and far too energetic. Still, I don't think even a dog would be foolish enough to make such a show of itself if it had something to hide. Has anyone made tea yet?"
The Honourable Miss Alton has been calculating the probabilities.
"If we lynch someone today, even at random, there's a non-zero chance that we catch one of the bounders that did this. But if we don't lynch anyone, then what happens? They kill one of us in the night, and then we'll be in the exact same position tomorrow but at an unambiguous numerical disadvantage."
Miss Alton continues: "I am, of course, assuming they are likely to kill one of us in the night." Her tone of voice conveys academic interest in the puzzle, rather than fear. "I do hope it isn't me."
Amy is not sure she would have chosen to lynch the dog based on any level of suspicion. But it is far too risky not to kill someone!
Kookoosint puts the pencil behind his ear, scratches his head, "did doggie give me fleas, or was it someone else, he says, as he runs his finger through his long yellow hair. Doggies are some of the nicest people I know he mutters, while he eyes the dog hater Miss Alton, who seems less honourable than was.
"Oh, I'm quite sure my honour will be substantiated in the long run."
Miss Alton is starting to get suspicious of the people voting for No Lynching. What is wrong with them? They'll just leave us in the same position tomorrow, but with one fewer virtuous person left alive. Yet they can't all be murderers… some of them must be merely misguided!
Chellington flew around watching and listening as she pondered the innocence or otherwise of the energetic dog... and the other occupants of the lifeboat. Vote: no lynching
Your "any lynching is worth it" logic is good, but not solid for this tense time when none of us are really sure what's going on. Yes, there is a chance we find a culprit, and drastically increase our odds of winning, but if we chose to "do no harm" right now, there's an equally small chance that a particularly alert member of our party may even prevent another nefarious deed overnight. And our odds by tomorrow morning will remain the same
"although"....
Jonathon pauses. You can almost see the cogs going round in his head. He mutters to himself, then grabs a nearby pencil and scribbles on the back of a business card from his pocket.
"trying to run some numbers....."
He puts both hands to his head and ruffles his own hair....
"not lynching will never improve our odds... They will either stay the same, or get slightly worse..." and if the suspect is one of the bad guys, they'll do what they can to keep their man/woman/animal out of harms way.
"Lynching is the only way to try and improve our odds (good reward) but there is a risk they get even worse...."
"And if the bad guys know the suspect is innocent, shouldn't they be trying to bring about the death of another innocent. Why have only 2 people called for it so far?"
"I'm all confuddled now. And there are probably still even more holes in my logic than there are in my lucky pants..."
The perplexed yogi muttered to the air, “mathematics or morals or a combination of both - a conundrum indeed! Perhaps this needs some more contemplation before we get too hasty. We’ve been reassured by discoveries of ample rations (some of dubious quality) so do not need to rush...”
Kookoosint's map doesn't lead to where Lambie and Miss Alton think. But he hasn't good compass nor his sextant. Navigation and map making are difficult without.
can I join in the next round? I have only just found this thread, having been put into the brig: they found me under a life boat, and thought I was a stowaway, but really I had been trying to get my bearings, having had a tumultuous trip from the old ship, and [to be honest] scared to do anything but lurk.
can I join in the next round? I have only just found this thread
Unfortunately, not this game. The game depends on the innocents not knowing who is guilty or innocent; if someone joins in later their innocence would be assured which would spoil the fun. I suppose if someone were to drop out you could take over their role.
When this game finishes there may be sufficient interest for another.
This old mutinous sea dog reckons he can see through all the bluff and I hate all this dithering and being nice. I nominate Miss Alton! One less woman on this wreck should help make it more sea worthy anyway and the toilet arrangements are becoming uncomfortable.
Miss Alton laughs daintily into her handkerchief. Then she realises that she should probably try to look less gleeful. Propriety has to be maintained, after all.
"My good sir, I don't think you can do that. The time for nominations is over, after all! You may attempt to cast your aspersions tomorrow, if you feel so inclined."
@Curiosity killed@Gwai@Fletcher Christian have not yet voted (validly). Voting will close at or after 11pm this evening. (I.e. if you sneak in a vote before I declare voting closed I'll count it).
Miss du Chat looked around worriedly. I know I am not a dog person and I am worried that this one is out of control and behaving inappropriately, but lynching him? Doesn't that mean killing him? Oh, no! Surely one of the dog lovers could look after him, make sure he is properly fed and not ro-ro-cking the boat so unpleasantly.
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Rover bounces up to the Ship’s cat and whispers in her ear, they wander off to the galley together.
I'm famished!"
"Do we need to do something about th-th-that?" she quavered, pointing at the remains of Dai Furst, sincerely hoping that the dog and cat were not going to find the body too tempting.
She looked at the well-dressed young man who had asked about food, "Do you think we should see if there are any provisions on board?" she asked.
Nominations for lynching close at 8am Thursday morning to give everyone ample time to vote. As things stand, the only candidate is No Lynching who will therefore win by a walkover.
However, there are no meddling aunts with etiquette textbooks aboard. No servants to gossip and pass word back to Mother. Perhaps it would be all right to try it, just this once.
"I wonder what this will do to my reputation on this boat!" wonders Miss Alton, as she subtly reaches for a bottle labelled GIN. She can't help but try to be discreet, even now. Some behaviours are too entrenched to change.
*the occasion often being "Dinner time".
Keeping an eye out for the parrot ( 'where *did* it go to ?') Jonathon address his fellow travelers.
"Miss du Chat - I take it you meant what we do about the body of the deceased, or were you referring to us taking action with regards to the circumstances of his demise?"
"What would you all say to the suggestion that - on the grounds of hygiene and to avoid interference/distraction from our non-human shipmates - we should give this chap a decent sea burial, and commit him to the waves ?
Lambie, you knew the unfortunate fellow - what do you think?
Perhaps if we do, you would like to say a few words?
He turns to the other, recently quiet passengers "Sloth, Fletcher, Kookoosint - what say you ?"
"A few of us certainly are being unnaturally quiet", she begins, then tries to think of what to say next. Of course, it's hard for anyone to meet new people without a calling card or a butler to present you. Amy feels quite off piste herself, since none of the rules she has learnt seem to be helping her here.
Still, at least she's made an effort.
"We still haven't heard much from the parrot, that sunburnt chap who calls himself Kookoosint, or that mysterious woman whose luggage bears the name Gwai."
Miss Alton suspects that Jonathon might be a good ally, based on his tendency to take the lead. She addresses her comment to him, in an attempt to curry favour.
Then she hesitates. "Of course, we should make sure there's no evidence on the body before disposing of it, don't you think? But what do I know about such things?" She covers up her slightly pointed suspicions with a laugh.
I saw that the dog was licking around the body rather quickly....."
Yes!
He runs round jumping on everyone excitedly to let them know.
This lifeboat sports rather a menagerie although it does seems to equate to relative space and comforting cushions!
Mmm...where has the ship’s cat got to?
Is Lambie making the first actual accusation? We've had some hints and suspicions from others, but nothing quite so concrete. It will be very interesting to watch who jumps up in support of it…
***** out of character / game point of order******
I've just noticed that posts aren't time-stamped once it's past the day you're posting. Will this cause us a problem with timelines in terms of the processes within the game?
They are still timestamped if you hover your mouse over the date.
thanks
Unless I missed something candidates for lynching are:
Rover aka Disgusting Dog (Boogie);
No lynching.
Non-votes will not count towards the final result. If you can work out how to put your votes in bold or put them in a separate line at the end of your post that will be much appreciated.
The deadline is 11pm Friday night, although votes cast after the deadline but before I post to close voting will be counted. No voting twice; no changing your vote.
"If we lynch someone today, even at random, there's a non-zero chance that we catch one of the bounders that did this. But if we don't lynch anyone, then what happens? They kill one of us in the night, and then we'll be in the exact same position tomorrow but at an unambiguous numerical disadvantage."
Miss Alton continues: "I am, of course, assuming they are likely to kill one of us in the night." Her tone of voice conveys academic interest in the puzzle, rather than fear. "I do hope it isn't me."
Amy is not sure she would have chosen to lynch the dog based on any level of suspicion. But it is far too risky not to kill someone!
vote: Rover
vote: No Lynching
vote: No Lynching
Voting: no lynching just now.
Miss Alton is starting to get suspicious of the people voting for No Lynching. What is wrong with them? They'll just leave us in the same position tomorrow, but with one fewer virtuous person left alive. Yet they can't all be murderers… some of them must be merely misguided!
Vote: no lynching
Vote: Bye, bye, pupper. Bad Dog. Rover goes bye bye.
Your "any lynching is worth it" logic is good, but not solid for this tense time when none of us are really sure what's going on. Yes, there is a chance we find a culprit, and drastically increase our odds of winning, but if we chose to "do no harm" right now, there's an equally small chance that a particularly alert member of our party may even prevent another nefarious deed overnight. And our odds by tomorrow morning will remain the same
Jonathon pauses. You can almost see the cogs going round in his head. He mutters to himself, then grabs a nearby pencil and scribbles on the back of a business card from his pocket.
"trying to run some numbers....."
He puts both hands to his head and ruffles his own hair....
"not lynching will never improve our odds... They will either stay the same, or get slightly worse..." and if the suspect is one of the bad guys, they'll do what they can to keep their man/woman/animal out of harms way.
"Lynching is the only way to try and improve our odds (good reward) but there is a risk they get even worse...."
"And if the bad guys know the suspect is innocent, shouldn't they be trying to bring about the death of another innocent. Why have only 2 people called for it so far?"
"I'm all confuddled now. And there are probably still even more holes in my logic than there are in my lucky pants..."
Vote: no lynching
When this game finishes there may be sufficient interest for another.
Vote: Lynch Miss Alton!
"My good sir, I don't think you can do that. The time for nominations is over, after all! You may attempt to cast your aspersions tomorrow, if you feel so inclined."
I vote No Lynching
I also vote for a swift drinky or two, before someone else tries to convince me to change my mind"
Vote - no lynching