Tol-in-Gaurhoth LXIII: The Cottage of Lost Play

[Boromir88]

People, people, calm down!

It's only the first morning and already you're turning on each other.~Eonwe

Well based on your last statement you seem to be the more jumpy one in need of calming.

Although, out of anyone, Pitchy (hope you don't mind that now imposed nickname) you've been the most zealous in cleaning up. Make your own mess and feel you have to clean it up? Because personally I only feel the need to clean up after myself, or clean myself off if someone's made a mess on me. Oh and I do tend to clean up after a certain doggy's rampaging, but that's so he doesn't get in trouble, and I doubt he'd make a mess like this...that is ripping out a person's heart, but after that steak last night who knows who's been turned into a blood-thirsty mongrel?

[Eönwë]

Originally Posted by Boromir88

Well based on your last statement you seem to be the more jumpy one in need of calming.

Maybe a little. But aren't we all? I think you are forgetting the obvious: WE ARE IN AN IMPOSSIBLE HOUSE AND SOMEONE'S GOT KILLED! Isn't that enough to make anyone nervous? Or has killing someone in the Night nullified your senses towards death?

And at least I used a bit of reasoning. The people I was talking about all knew that we need to do something about the situation toDay, yet not be too hasty, but they were still arguing over it.



But now to more pressing matters...

[Eönwë]

Originally Posted by Pitchwife

Eönwe, point taken - we shouldn't be turning on each other so early in the day; and you'd do well to follow your own advice!

(x-ed with everybody since Eönwe's #20)

Easier said than done. It could be anyone...



Anyway, I'm going to have a nap... sleep still hasn't caught up with me since the aeroplane journey and I'm not thinking straight...

Maybe something will come to me in my sleep.



edit: x-ed since last post.

[Boromir88]

Hmm...not sure about that Master Pitch, someone wants me dead I'm not going to play along. The nice-ities are done. Sure I may have been a pleasant dinner with some of you *gaze turns to Lalaith, and Boro begins to go deep in thought.* Why is she so familiar, it feels like I should know her from before arriving here, but where? and why?

'Curious' Boro thought out-loud 'very curious.'

'What is?' asked an unknown voice

'Is anyone else finding it difficult to remember anything you did before coming to this place? hmm...'

Well maybe I'll have a go at my computer game and free my mind a bit. There may be no net connection here, but I still better be able to play my game, let me tell you! Very interesting, Disgaea it is, maybe someone else has played it? There's these penguin doods with bombs...created one for my army by the name of Lommy, but I'm not sure where I got the idea of naming it that.

[Pitchwife]

So while everybody seems to agree we should calm down and not jump to conclusions, everybody happily throws around his/her suspicions. Great.

Indeed, Lalaith, a stiff drinks sounds like exactly what I need at the moment; and a short nap afterwards, too. I wish our hostess hadn't copied my room at home so precisely, or I had taken the time to piece my bed together before coming here; I didn't get much sleep last night, and I'm dead tired. Hope there's a comfy couch somewhere in this Cottage of Lost Nightmares.

Boro, I mind the nickname less than your implied accusation, but I'll answer that when I'm feeling a bit fresher.

And Eönwe -

Maybe something will come to me in my sleep.

*frowns*
Why would you say a thing like that at a time like this??

*yawns*
Anyway, see you all later.
*retires in search of a couch*

EDIT: x-ed with Boro's last

[Shastanis Althreduin]

-comes back down the stairs dejectedly-

Well... I had hoped that perhaps the werewolves had been caught in transformiata in their bedrooms, with the doors shut... and since presumably werewolves have claws, not hands, I figured it would be rather hard to open said doors... but no dice. I didn't find any evidence of forced exit on the bedroom doors.

[Nogrod]

"Okay, I've given this some thought."

Nogrod had found a pipe and some tobacco from the hall when they had left the breakfast and had been puffing his pipe since then, sitting in the bench quite unnoticed when all the row had taken place.

"We need some thinking here... and I'll give you my first two cents to begin with."

He took a few steps closer to the body and looked at it a while and then turned around taking the pipe from his mouth.

"Now either our lady in black was a suicidal person, a fool in in the midst of all this ingeniousness - or then something here just isn't what we think it is... Now why introduce this kind of cruel game on us and give lycanthropic powers to some of us while being our jailor and the cause for all this - and not being able to protect herself?

Sure she should have foreseen herself to be the first target? So a suicidal - or a thoughtless person? Somehow I can't make either description fit her easily... She was too intense, too gorgeous, too self-assured to be either. I could be wrong though, but for now I'd go for the third option: this could be faked, or she could have powers, goals, methods we just don't understand. Maybe she's not dead at all..."

Nogrod glanced around and took a deep inhale from his pipe. Puffing out a small ring of smoke he continued.

"But what I do wonder is what she said to us as her last words... Do you recall them?

“Oh, and if you don't kill anyone during the day, you all Have a pleasant night.”

Now what might that mean? You Eönwë thought she was just joking yesterDay evening and now you think she didn't have this end in mind. Now I do agree, those very same thoughts have come to me as well but why do we think this way, and are we sure we're not being fooled here; do we actually have a slightest reason to believe what we collectively seem to think is true and not a part of some grandiose and vicious plan? This setting looks to me grandiose enough to give me shivers just thinking about what a mind capable of putting all this up could do on a psyhological level..."

Nogrod fell quite for a moment as in deep thought and then lifted his face once more.

"Well, I say we'd need to discuss this - and especially that sentence she made as her last one... If we are going to try a Day without killing to check whether we'd be saved from any Nightly atrocities it should be toDay. Later we may be unable to prevent ourselves from these inhumane acts no one I hope is willing to take toDay... You know, pressure, death and gore all around, getting used to it... read any book on war and you know it - that's what can happen to a pacifist as well.

So what do you think people, should we take her words for real and try this Day without killing anyone to see if we will have a "pleasant Night" or not? The only problem I see with that kind of proposition is the way she pronounced very highlightingly "you all", which should mean also those she had turned into evil... Who knows this devilry here but at least we should discuss our views about it first before going at each other's necks for real..."