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Well, I guess my "Sheet-over-the-mess" idea is catching on! ^____^

"Finally!" Shayna muttered, grabbing at a nutrition bar and tearing into it. Then she made herself stop, and drink from the water-bottle that had gotten mixed in with the sodas. She was worried about Vinka... but at least she wasn't here with her doom and gloom anymore. Maybe she had escaped, and was out of danger.

Life, my love, my joy - A fresh start to all my cares - Makes each day anew. ~~~~ Might add another and/or replace it.

Shayna simply looked at Brad for a while with blank and dull eyes, having lost the capacity for pity in the overwhelming feelings of hunger and thirst after having been forgotten after two days. "...I don't suppose you got food, did you?"

Same here! I didn't get a chance to vote!

"Not dead now? Or not dead yet?" Vinka seemed determined to be fatalistic, and it was really wearing on Shayna's sanity. "Either. Both. I don't know! At least if we're in here, we're not out there!" She jumped up from her corner and ran full-tilt across the room, running up the opposite wall and flinging herself over backwards at the last moment - trying to work out frustrations she would have normally vented on the slaloms. "HEY!" She shouted, banging on the door. "SOME FOOD WOULD BE NICE!!!!"

Shayna listened to Vinka's tirade, and tried desperately to put a good spin on it. "Well... maybe... but - at least we're not dead now."

So... what does a Baning mean? Is there only one wolf now, or are there still two? It was hard to tell from the post.

"Ah, thy minion does not seem well-trained, aye?" laughed Evangeline as she jumped out of the way, up onto a treetrunk above the lizard-man's head. "Perhaps a lesson in discipline -" She fired an arrow or two in front of the charging creature, bringing him up short. "- or the proper way to hold a weapon -" She jumped down and ran past him, tickling his ribs, revealed by his raised arms, with her blade. She turned around behind him, flipping her dagger so that the pommel faced down. "- or perhaps all that is needed is a good night's sleep." She slammed it into the back of the lizardman's skull, mindful of the thicker skin, and thicker head. But all creatures have a softer spot right where the head meets the neck (which, handily enough, wasn't covered by the hardhat), and this one was no exception - he dropped like a rock. Evangeline turned to Wyvern and glared cooly. "When this one wakes, perchance ye shall tell him to ask, when next he hankers for a souvenir? 'Tis right unkind to take from others what is rightfuly theirs..." This last was meant for Wyvern as well as his minion, and emphasized as such. Wyvern's face was red with indignation, and just as he was about to open his mouth and say - or shout - something, Evangeline continued. "Worry not, thy minion shall rise shortly. Th' blow was not to kill, merely to... relax, shall we say?" Evangeline turned her attention to the downed man behind Wyvern. "And what is milord's status?"

Written warily, wide words would woefully wander without wanting wisdom. Solivagus, you need ten words in a sentence!

Shayna sat in her corner, shivering a little and sniffling. At least they had given her time to grab a book and her sweatshirt. However warm it was in here, the heat was bound to go down at night, and she didn't want to risk a cold. She glanced at Vinka, who was ignoring her. "Um... if it makes anything better... I didn't think it was you." Then she curled up on herself again, shoulders shaking.

Shayna came back inside in a swirl of snow through the kitchen door in time to hear Vinka's yell. Shifting her eyes about nervously, she hurried through making a bowl of oatmeal, a sandwich and a large mug of tea, then nearly ran into her room, slamming into Stefan on the way. "Oh - " she gasped. "Sorry!" She continued at a fast clip to her room, shutting the door with a loud bang. She did NOT want to be caught alone with anyone in dark halls. She shook her head, nearly in tears from the frustration. //So many people that could be anyone... so many people lost in thought - malicious? - or hiding, it could be anyone... so many people acting so cold...// A thought struck her, leaving her gasping again. //Good Lord... what if someone thinks it's ME?// {{Not voting yet}}

Shayna shivered as she thought back to the discovery of that girl - Tina? - the night before. It was bad enough for someone to try and commit suicide, but... for these two murderers to take advantage of it... it turned her stomach. And, evidently, they wuldn't stop until they were stopped themselves. //The definition of evil...// she thought somberly. //Either they want to kill me or I have to kill them first.// She had tacked a sheet over the stain on the ceiling, not wanting the constant reminder. Shaking herself, Shayna got up from her roost in the attic and went down to her room, grabbing her skiis. Maybe something would come to her on the slopes - everyone bore watching.

Can we still talk to her? Or is she lynched as in dead?

Like I said, that's fine - I simply missed the part of your post explaining that.

That's all well and good - I simply missed that line in her post. Oops.

This has actually been written for a while, I just now got around to posting it. EDIT: Sorry for the apparent confusion, which no one told me about. I WAS dared, by Gwaihir. NOW, if I wasn't supposed to say who dared me, please tell me! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "The Earth our mother she who gave us life, The one who protects and supports us all…" Brentin Hambolt scowled as he heard the progression pass through the streets, complete with bells and whistles. It was idiotic really – a new religion based off the "elements" of Earth, Water, Air and Fire (in that order) which was sweeping the kingdom. Supposedly it advocated equality and freedom for all races, "equal under Mother Earth's eyes." Brent didn't much like it; the only thing he trusted and believed in was his sword and money purse. "Benighted ogres," he muttered staring into his tankard. Love for his fellow man had never been really high on his list of morals to nurture – 'nurture' wasn't even close – even less so for things other than man. With a severe twist of his cracked and rough lips, Buntin chugged his ale and slammed the mug down. The disgusting things were always reaching for "equality" and "racial rights" they didn't deserve – they didn't even deserve what they DID have, let alone rights like normal creatures! They were only good for cannon-fodder and grunt work. THUMP. A mug joined his on the stained table, and a body dropped to the chair next to him, interrupting the best blue funk he'd had in ages. He recognized the bundled and wrapped form as that of Meric Shefin, a fellow bounty hunter. Meric was a good friend – by bounty standards – a reliable ally, and an honorable enemy. "Did you hear the commotion?" asked Brent. "Yeah," grunted Meric. "It's embarrassing." Brent glanced at his companion, noting again the wrapped and muffled features, the dark cloak and reluctance to reveal, and came to an obvious conclusion – "Your husband after you again?" A slight movement might have suggested a shrug. Brent barked a short laugh. "Who caught you now?" "Another peeping Tom." "Is he still peeping?" "No." Brent laughed again. Trust a woman like Meric Shefin to take care of a spy – permanently – and then go about her life as if nothing had happened. After all, it was a constant experience. "So, about those idiots…" Brent plumbed the silence stretching between them, looking for tidbits. Heaven forfend he was a gossip-monger… but blackmail was always useful, right? "They're radicals who don't know what they're talking about, and ruining it for the rest of us," Meric's rough voice growled. Brent blinked. "'Us'? Who's 'us'?" This was new. He han't expected someone like her to belong to an organized group. Meric was silent for a while, letting the background noise fill in, then stood up and tossed a coin large enough to cover both beers on the table. She gestured for Brent to follow and he did, intrigued. Once they were outside, Brent stopped, expecting Meric to stop too, but she kept walking. He shouted, "Wait! Who's 'us'?" She paused and turned to him. Something glinted in the dark recesses of her hood. "The Ogres." And before he could unfreeze from shock, she disappeared into the crowd.

Akallabeth, I'm confused. Weren't you sitting in a snow-covered chair, trying to get your stomach under control? Then Shayna spoke to you...

>.< Fine, not moguls. Slaloms, then. Besides, I like those better anyway. Shayna's acting very level-headed right now - but when she's alone in her room tonight, she'll shake and cry as much as the rest of you.

Shayna swallowed when she caught sight of the board, but resolutely turned her eyes away and knelt down beside the weeping Dana. She pulled the woman into her arms, rocking her like a child and crooning in her ear. She refused to get sick, refused to let anything affect her until Dana was under control. The note had been placed on the table, but now it fluttered to the ground, landing by her knee. She looked down at it, read the words, didn't comprehend them. A death... two murderers? By this time Dana had curled up on her side with her head in Shayna's lap, still sobbing quietly, but nearly exhausted. Shayna looked around and saw Johann struggling to get control of himself. Not willing to leave Dana, Shayna called out to him. "Johann!" He didn't respond. "Johann!" When he turned his head, she looked straight at his glassy eyes and said, "Get a blanket to cover that up, and a towel to wipe up the mess. DO something, and you won't fall apart at the seams. We can't afford that now, we have to take care of things as they happen." She turned to Dana again and shook her shoulder slightly. "Dana? Dana honey, I think you should go lie down, where's your room? Dana?" {{OOC: EDIT'd after JD, but I was gonna vote for Charles anyway.}}

{{Well, since Elwen hasn't responded yet, I'll pretend he ignored me. This is right after the briefing.}} Shayna shrugged as the blue-haired man ignored her, then went to her bags. They had been shoved in a corner at some point, but weren't cornered, and easy to get to. Grabbing for her skiis, she hesitated and went to look out the window. The lift was working, a few tracks had already been made, and people were moving up and down. But... Shayna didn't feel in the mood to feel the wind in her face, wasn't in the mood to race down the hill. Not right now, anyway. Besides, she didn't know where the moguls were yet, and she didn't want to go downhill until she had some moguls under her belt. She came to a decision and went over to the door, pulling it open and walking outside, turning to see if anyone was coming, then stepped into the fresh powder. Cold hit her like a slap in the face and took her breath away, making her grin. "Ah, I love winter!" she said, spinning in place, braid flying around behind her. Then she headed for the chair-lift. As she went up, she studied the track and all the off-shoots, watching it in overview, trying to catch as many unique elements the first time around as she could. At the top she got off and stood for a while, tracing the trail with her eyes. After about fifteen minutes, she nodded decisively and went to go back down the lift, intending to head back to a good book in front of the fire until the others came back in. {{Now anyone at the top of the hill can say anything to her, or interact.}}

Thanks! I'll post something in a few minutes.

Ok, I'm confused. What's the timeline so far, and the projected timeline? When do we find out about our rooms/put our stuff down? Does delaying the day phase means another 24hrs of day, or is it night right now?

"Somewhere, silent snoozers somnolently snore sweetly, softly," say some seers.

Evangeline frowned... ...And dropped down from her perch to land silently right next to the lizard-man. "How about... no," she said to the boss, and tossed the hat back at his chest - hard - as she delicately picked the seaweed out of creature's claws. She stepped over to the stream, held her bow out of the way, and placed the strand of hair into the water, watching it desolve into a stream of tiny silver bubbles. It would take her signature back to the owner of said hair. "Well, thy minion has indeed captured a bit of water-being, but fear not, the damage has been repaired!" She turned to the boss lizard-man, and placed a hand on her dagger. "What, prithee, is thy business?"