WW LXXV: It's Always Tea Time Here

[Brinniel]

Loslote, I'm ready to believe you on your claim because it all does make sense, after seeing what went down at the very end of yesterDay. I guess we'll just have to see if anyone else makes the same claim. I doubt it, but in WW you never know.

Fea's role as cobbler isn't exactly the most desired result from a lynch since we'd rather be lynching wolves, but catching the cobbler on Day One isn't too shabby and certainly better than seeing an actual innocent get lynched. For one thing, I think if left alive, Fea could've made out to be quite dangerous as cobbler, so I'm rather relieved we've denied her the opportunity to wreak havoc on the village.

There should be a lot to discuss from yesterDay. The ending was rather interesting, as votes seemed to be all over the place in this frantic attempt to save Loslote. While it's possible one of the Lottie voters is a wolf, I think it's just as likely if not more that at least one of the players trying to save her from getting lynched is a wolf. Defending or trying to save an innocent is a classic werewolf move in the attempt to make themselves look good. The last minute bandwagon attempt against Greenie is something worth looking at. I'm not sure how it all started, but at first glance it does look like the type of bandwagon that would be easy for a wolf to jump on. It's certainly something I want to look into later.

It's really late now, so I'll check further into yesterDay's events come tomorrow. Although I should be doing my homework then, it's the weekend, which means I'll probably spend more time than I should playing WW and being lazy, and then end up pulling another all-nighter come Sunday night. I really ought to learn to discipline myself better.

EDIT: Oh wow, I actually x-posted. And I know I'm going to bed too late when the Finns show up saying good morning...

[Thinlómien]

Originally Posted by Brinniel

EDIT: Oh wow, I actually x-posted. And I know I'm going to bed too late when the Finns show up saying good morning...

Hehe especially as it's like 11am here and not like 7am... Good night, Brinn!

[satansaloser2005]

*glares at Izzy* Oh, that's just not fair....I was gonna do that at some point. Mind, that's not going to stop me from possibly doing it later.

x'd with Lottie

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G'day folks and gentlehobbits...

Skimmed the thread just now and I'm wondering, why is Lottie now though of as a known innocent? Is that based only on Boro's last moment vote retraction?

[Nerwen]

Originally Posted by skip spence

G'day folks and gentlehobbits...

Skimmed the thread just now and I'm wondering, why is Lottie now though of as a known innocent? Is that based only on Boro's last moment vote retraction?

She's not an absolutely known innocent. However, she's claiming to have a specific role (the remaining Shirriff). If she were a wolf she'd risk exposure by the real Shirriff... and to no purpose, that I can see.

Naturally, if there's a counter-claim, we'll have to rethink the situation.

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Originally Posted by skip spence

But with your angle, holding on to this option would appear suspicious and for wolves to retract his or her vote early on would divert attention away from them unless all others quickly follow suit.

Originally Posted by Agan

What do you mean by this?

What I mean is that by your reasoning, honest people would want everybody to get rid of their retractable votes, as this is more favourable for the innocent team. And subsequently the players who refuse to throw away their retractable votes would appear suspect for refusing to comply.

What I'm saying, I guess, is that you are making a big deal of this. It may be an honest initiative to remove a possible threat from the wolves. But it may also be a way to make yourself and others look good, to divert suspicion away from you. It is in the innocents best interest to have no retractable votes left in the game, your say, and thus those who keep theirs must be wolves. But must they really? I'm not so sure...

[wilwarin538]

Boro's death scene has been edited in.

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The wolves know the identity of the cobbler, right?

[wilwarin538]

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Alirin walked further and further from the mushroom and continued down the garden path. After a time she could hear some voices and was curious at whom she would meet next, hoping the conversation would not be cut short due to fatalities.

She turned a bend in the path and came upon an odd house all covered in fur and with chimneys shaped like ears; the two windows and the door also looked like a face. Beside the house was an extremely long table scattered with dishes, and saucers, and cups, and teapots. Even though the table had many seats the three people sitting at it were all crowded close together. In the middle was a dormouse fast asleep, on one side was a hare and the other a man wearing a large hat, and the two were resting their elbows on the Dormouse as they spoke.

“No room! No room!” they cried out when they saw Alirin approaching. “There’s plenty of room!” she responded, rather rudely, and sat down at the head of the table closest to them, without waiting for an invitation.

They sat for a time without saying anything, which Alirin thought odd since they both seemed like the types who would like to chat. Just as she was about to start a conversation (though the weather would certainly not be the subject) the Hatter and the Hare began to sing together.

Twinkle, twinkle little bat!
How I wonder what you’re at!
Up above the world you fly,
Like a tea-tray in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle - -

This is when the Dormouse shook himself and began singing in his sleep, “twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle...” and went on so long that the Hatter had to pinch him to stop.

Another moment of silence occurred and then the March Hare decided to speak. “I’m bored; perhaps the young lady will tell us a story.”

“I don’t think I know any!” Alirin responded, feeling alarmed at being put on the spot.

“Then the Dormouse shall!” the Mad Hatter decided as he pinched the little creature awake.

So the Dormouse awoke and began to tell his tale, with curious Alirin interrupting with questions all the while. “There were once three sisters who lived at the bottom of a well...”

“What did they live on?'

“Treacle.” after a moment of thought.

“But they couldn’t have, they’d have been ill.”

“And so they were. Very ill.” the Dormouse responded.

“But why did they live there?” the curious little girl asked.

“Because it was a treacle-well. And so the three little girls were learning to draw.”

“What did they draw?”

“Treacle.” he said, without hesitation.

“I need a clean cup!” the Hatter announced, “move a place over!” And so they all got up and moved a place over. Once they were settled the Dormouse continued.

“They also drew things that began with the latter M, like mouse-traps, and the moon, and muchness – you know, you say things are “much of a muchness” – and memory, and mobility, and mirrors and wolves.”

“Wolves doesn’t start with an M, it starts with a W.” Alirin interrupted.

“Yes, well a W is simply an M upside down; just as if you take the word “mouse” and turn it upside down you get the word “wolf”. So upside down I am actually a dorwolf.” He replied, as he started to dose off again.

Before Alirin could say anything about how little sense this made, the March Hare spoke up. “Well, I didn’t know that about you!” he exclaimed.

“Neither did I!” the Mad Hatter said. And so the two grabbed the sleeping Dormouse by the tail and held him upside down to see what would happen. After merely moments the little creature’s white fur began to turn brown, and large fangs were growing out of his mouth. Feeling afraid the Hare and the Hatter stuffed the transforming Dorwolf into a nearby teapot all full of tea. After holding down the shaking china for a few moments it quickly stopped.

Alirin got up now from her large chair and ran down the path, feeling quite alarmed by the evil dormouse and its sudden demise, and starting to think that perhaps she’d like to go home now.

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Dead
Fea - Red Queen - Cobbler - lynched Day 1
Boro - the Caterpillar - Shirriff - killed Night 2
Sally - the Dormouse - Wolf - lynched Day 2

Alive
Glirdan – Mad Hatter
Nogrod – Cheshire Cat
Wintywinty – Tweedledum
Isabellkya – White Rabbit
Mira – March Hare
Agan – Queen of Hearts
Inzil – King of Hearts
Shasta – Knave of Hearts
Lottie – Duchess
Nerwen – the Dodo
Legate – Jabberwocky
Morsul – the Mock Turtle
Nienna – White Queen
Skip – Humpty Dumpty
Lommy – the Gryphon
Greenie – White Knight
Brinniel – Tweedledee

It is now Night 3.

[wilwarin538]

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Alirin decided to stop running when she realised she was fairly far away from the mad tea party. She quickly found the garden path again and continued to walk, hoping that perhaps she could go home soon, or at least meet someone nicer and/or not dead. Soon she happened upon someone familiar.

“The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh my ears and whiskers! She’ll get me executed as sure as ferrets are ferrets! Where could I have dropped them?” the White Rabbit was saying as he searched the ground; it was clear he had lost something, so Alirin started looking around.

Soon the Rabbit noticed her. “Why, Mary Ann, what are you doing here? Run home this instant and fetch me a pair of gloves and a fan! Quick now!” So she did, heading in the direction that he nodded in, not wanting to correct him.

Soon she arrived at a little house with the name W. Rabbit written on the front door. She ran in without knocking because she was scared to bump into the real Mary Ann. Soon she found herself in a little room with a table by the window and, as she had hoped, there was a fan and a pair of gloves sitting on top of it. As she grabbed the gloves and fan she noticed that there was also a little bottle full of a strange liquid, just like the one from the hall with the little door.

Even though there was no label that said “drink me”, she decided to anyway, since she was hoping it would return her to her normal size. She drank down half and soon began to grow so large that she had to stick one arm out the window and a foot up the chimney!

“It was much pleasanter at home,” Alirin said to herself, “when one wasn’t growing bigger and smaller all the time or being ordered about by mice and rabbits. I almost wish I had never gone down that rabbit hole – and yet – it is rather curious here! Perhaps a book should be written about me.”

“Mary Ann! Mary Ann! Fetch me my gloves this moment!” she could hear the White Rabbit yelling from outside. That’s when he noticed that there was an arm sticking out his window and let out a little shriek. Suddenly there were pebbles being thrown at her so she reached out and tried to grab the White Rabbit to make him stop. She only just was able to grab him but he squiggled out and fell. All she heard was a loud thump.

Everything was silent so Alirin looked around the little room. This is when she noticed that some of the pebbles had turned to cakes! She grabbed one up and decided to eat it, figuring she could not get any larger. She ate it up and soon had shrunk down to 16 inches high.

Alirin ran down the stairs and out the door to see what had happened to the Rabbit. She looked around the outside of the house and came upon a large bush. She could see two white feet sticking out of the top of the bush, and it was clear they would not be moving. She had seen enough to know that she wanted to leave this place, so she continued to run down the path, hoping not to meet anyone else.

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Dead
Fea - Red Queen - Cobbler - lynched Day 1
Boro - the Caterpillar - Shirriff - killed Night 2
Sally - the Dormouse - Wolf - lynched Day 2
Izzy - White Rabbit - Ordinary - killed Night 3

Alive
Glirdan – Mad Hatter
Nogrod – Cheshire Cat
Wintywinty – Tweedledum
Mira – March Hare
Agan – Queen of Hearts
Inzil – King of Hearts
Shasta – Knave of Hearts
Lottie – Duchess
Nerwen – the Dodo
Legate – Jabberwocky
Morsul – the Mock Turtle
Nienna – White Queen
Skip – Humpty Dumpty
Lommy – the Gryphon
Greenie – White Knight
Brinniel – Tweedledee

It is now Day 3. Posting may begin.

[Nerwen]

Originally Posted by Brinniel

While it's possible one of the Lottie voters is a wolf, I think it's just as likely if not more that at least one of the players trying to save her from getting lynched is a wolf. Defending or trying to save an innocent is a classic werewolf move in the attempt to make themselves look good. The last minute bandwagon attempt against Greenie is something worth looking at. I'm not sure how it all started, but at first glance it does look like the type of bandwagon that would be easy for a wolf to jump on. It's certainly something I want to look into later.

I'd not ignore the Lottie-voters either. True, I don't want to fall into the "one of them has to be a wolf" trap, because I've played too many games where wolves have kept right out of a bandwagon. However, the circumstances of that particular one are quite odd.

EDIT:X'd since Brinn at #236.

[Loslote]

Originally Posted by Nerwen

I'd not ignore the Lottie-voters either. True, I don't want to fall into the "one of them has them has to be a wolf" trap, because I've played too many games where wolves have kept right out of a bandwagon. However, the circumstances of that particular one are quite odd.

Okay, so who did vote me? In order: Fea, Lommy, Greenie, and Legate.

We already know that Fea was the Cobbler.

Lommy seems genuine to me, plus she was in the least suspicious position - just Fea's silly vote so far.

Legate also looks innocent to me, although mostly because he was Sally and Glirdy's fall-back option as a scapegoat.

So then, Greenie. Her vote post was apologetic, she voted when I was starting to lead the votes (prime bandwaggon spot) and claimed not to have any real reason. If there is a wolf among these four, and I think there is, I'd bet it's Greenie.