Posted March 31, 2016
<D2 Nightfall Post>
After several minutes in darkness, the lights flash back to life. Everyone is blinded, but as vision slowly returns it becomes clear:
Trent has disappeared! He did have magic!
Well, or more likely ran off in the confusion and escaped from the wing. There's an object on the ground where he was last seen - it's a hypodermic needle.
With little evidence to be acquired here, the group organizes to march off to Trent's room. "Hooray! Another field trip!" says flub, whether excitedly or sarcastically it's hard to tell. Hunter volunteers to stay behind and secure the evidence on scene.
On reaching Trent's room, it is clean and tidy. The bed is carefully made, hospital corners and all. There are two sacks of carefully folded clothes by the bed.
A small writing desk is apparent, and sure enough, there's a diary.
"I told you we should've just read everyone's diary!" says Drealmer.
"Quit yer yappin'" says RW.
Inside the diary is tucked an employee badge. "Well, dude wasn't lying at least about that part," notes Bookwyrm. "Name says...Oliver. Doesn't ring any bells"
The group proceeds to read the diary. In it Trent talks about his recent arrival at the hospital and employment as a psychiatrist. However in the last few pages, it becomes clear that, with the crisis, his duties had to change. To defuse the crisis he had to remove players off the wing, unwittingly and unwillingly, one per night.
The lights were probably cut by staff watching on closed circuit camera to let him escape.
Trent is gone. He was:
Oliver, Neutral Serial Killer.
Night has fallen. Posting in this thread is now closed.
If you have night actions you may submit them. Deadline is 10 a.m. on Friday 4/1 PST.
<End D2 Nightfall post>
After several minutes in darkness, the lights flash back to life. Everyone is blinded, but as vision slowly returns it becomes clear:
Trent has disappeared! He did have magic!
Well, or more likely ran off in the confusion and escaped from the wing. There's an object on the ground where he was last seen - it's a hypodermic needle.
With little evidence to be acquired here, the group organizes to march off to Trent's room. "Hooray! Another field trip!" says flub, whether excitedly or sarcastically it's hard to tell. Hunter volunteers to stay behind and secure the evidence on scene.
On reaching Trent's room, it is clean and tidy. The bed is carefully made, hospital corners and all. There are two sacks of carefully folded clothes by the bed.
A small writing desk is apparent, and sure enough, there's a diary.
"I told you we should've just read everyone's diary!" says Drealmer.
"Quit yer yappin'" says RW.
Inside the diary is tucked an employee badge. "Well, dude wasn't lying at least about that part," notes Bookwyrm. "Name says...Oliver. Doesn't ring any bells"
The group proceeds to read the diary. In it Trent talks about his recent arrival at the hospital and employment as a psychiatrist. However in the last few pages, it becomes clear that, with the crisis, his duties had to change. To defuse the crisis he had to remove players off the wing, unwittingly and unwillingly, one per night.
The lights were probably cut by staff watching on closed circuit camera to let him escape.
Trent is gone. He was:
Oliver, Neutral Serial Killer.
Night has fallen. Posting in this thread is now closed.
If you have night actions you may submit them. Deadline is 10 a.m. on Friday 4/1 PST.
<End D2 Nightfall post>
Post edited March 31, 2016 by bler144
