Bobby sat on his cot, rummaging through his belongings. He needed to find it. He needed to. Things were ready to go to hell in a handbasket on this ship, and he needed to be ready. It was laying under his copy of War and Peace. A four-leaf clover. It wasn't just the fact that four-leaf clovers were considered good luck that O'Reilly held on to it. It was his one reminder of home. It was his one reminder of his homeland. It was a constant reminder that he could survive anything. But most of all, it was his driving force. He would return to Ireland someday. He would see his home once more. So until that day, he wouldn't get stuck on some God-forsaken boat in the middle of nowhere and just give up.
He knew what would happen next. Paranoia would set in. The crew would begin to make suspects out of anyone. Anything could set off this floating powder keg. Bobby needed to keep his wits about him. But most of all, he needed to stay near the centre of it all. For better or worse, this trip would be his last at sea...he needed to face that with honour and courage.
...and that's why he kept the whiskey in his box.
I cast no vote for now, since no one seems outwardly guilty
Ivan was in the sick bay, preparing the last medical supplies, just in case something happened. He was not going to be careless about this. If there is a murderer on board, then there may be need of his medical abilities.
With a sigh, he opened the last pack of bandages, putting the roll inside his pocket, along with the most usual medical supplies - a knife, a manual, some painkillers, some string and a needle. He left the sick bay and stood on the side of the ship, gazing into the snow-covered ice around them.
Are non-votes votes against lynching or abstainments? I don't think we'd let like five people do a lynch. /ulterior motives
Sorry about the post, but it'll be easier controlling a re-invigorated character. I'm not great at this whole depressed stuff. Also, I couldn't help it!
After Jim redirected his anger and left, Killion decided he needed a rest and went to his quarters to sleep a couple hours. He had been working late last night, and the drama had exhausted him further.
So we don't have to vote...? Shouldn't everyone have to vote. Not voting makes you look neutral and like you don't care, and makes the voters look like assholes
Jimmy smiled down at Shanks. "Yeah, feeling a bit worse for ware I suppose." He appreciated the effort Shanks was taking to cheer him up. "So, what do you think is going to happen now?" He said hesitantly, eying off Ivan as he walked into the sickbay and started organizing some things. He acknowledged Ivan with a wave then turned his eyes back to Shanks. "I mean, something big is going to happen I'm sure off it. And I just can't shake the feeling that whatever it is it isn't going to be pleasant."
Shaking his head Jimmy forced himself back into the chair to try and adjust the feel of his body; right now it was just a little bit too uncomfortable. He supposed it was the sweat trickling down his back. 'Guess I really am terrified.' He thought to himself as he tugged at his color to try and create a degree of comfort.
<spoiler=ooc> Nah, there is no obligation to vote.. I think. And if you don't vote then you don't vote. It just shows that certain characters didn't feel so impassioned about the scenario to try and kill another human being. But I guess ultimately the call lies with Galt
Alright, the first murder's finally up. Now on this one I'm going to give you guys the option of whether or not to lynch since you don't have too many clues. If the majority of you don't vote at all, I'll just keep the story moving without a lynch until the next murder.
Chris made his way into the helicopter again. It always hurt him on the inside to go into what used to be his happy place. He looked around to see if anyone was looking.
He opened a compartment in the floor of the chopper. "Alright, what do we have here? What to choose? Hold on, Should I bring some stuff to the others? They're trapped here and in as much danger as I am."
"I agree we need to get off this ship. Do you have any suggestions though? Please don't ***** at me about leaving, unless you have a suggestion of how to get off. And you think we should increase the guard count? Well that would be good, but who would we put on the shift? We had 2 maybe 3 really trained people to do the shifts. (OOC: I'm referring that number from the occupation of the PC characters) The shit has hit the fan."
Michael then looked at everyone that was still there and yelled "If you have any logical ideas on how to get out of here let me know. I suggest that you all get some sort of melee weapon for self defense. Also does anyone here volunteer to help on the gaurd shifts? We need to try and catch this guy, if we aren't going to attempt to Lynch him."
After watching the scene between Killon and Jim Celd thought he needed to get back to his cabin and get his knife he had kept with him since his younger years in the navy which he first start using to cut potatoes. As Celd get up though he decides to head for Jims' room and ask him what exactly happened to make his reaction so volatile.After Celd gets to his Cabin and collects his knife he knocks on Jim's door.
Jim was woken up by a knock at his door.
"Sonofabitch..." He muttered to himself, getting out of bed shivering, opening the door slowly on the lookout for a murderer. "Oh look, it's the guy who spits in my food? Watcha cookin' today? Diarrhea soup? Spit soup?" Noticing how much cold was getting inside his cabin, Jim motioned inside his room "tell me inside."
I've decided to use melee weapons and everyone is free to nab some, if they want.
Thank God, I accepted that cargo drop off. Whoever I was bringing this to may be a little mad I used some of their weapon replicas, but I'm sure they'll understand.
Chris rummaged trough the helicopter's cargo. "Oh, would you look at that?" He said, pulling an old World War 2 era bayonet. "This should do. Oh, Jim needs something. Let's see..."
He eventually found a short-sword in the crate. "Neat." he said, putting the weapon in its holster.
"Oh, that buisness." Jim said, sitting down on his bed. "Someone broke the radios. The Ship's set was trashed and the mobile set was mechanically sabotaged. He's tech savvy, so I figured it was him. Then again, I suppose anyone could do it if they just hid their intelligence."
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