Day 5 – Schroeder’s ChoiceSchroeder sat alone, playing Moonlight Sonata. He’d chosen it because it was night, and the full moon was shining. Oh, and because he was a hopeless romantic.
Moonlight (how fitting) streamed in the window of his darkened music room as he played. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, a figure emerged from the darkness of the room. Its shadow crept along the floor behind Schroeder as he played, slowly inching its way across the room, until it reached up onto the keys.
Schroeder, startled, fell back from the piano, but was caught by--
“You have lovely eyes,” said Lucy adoringly.
“You! Out! Get out! I know what you and your brother have been up to!” Schroeder leapt out of her arms and stood back away from the piano.
“Oh, Schroeder,” said Lucy, taking her customary spot leaning against his piano. “Just keeping playing, won’t you? You’re such a wonderful musician. And I just want to talk a little.”
Schroeder hesitated, then sat back down. Who was he to deny someone the art of classical music? He began to play, and Lucy began to talk...
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MEANWHILE!
Charlie Brown gathered up the children of the neighborhood. It was late, but he had something important to say. He cleared his throat, and said,
...
Looking slightly surprised, he composed himself, then continued.
“Anyways... Look everyone, this is getting serious. We made a good choice last night, but we need to make another now. More people go missing every night! So... let’s vote again. I think we all know some people who need to go.”
Just then, Woodstock, aka Pale, flew in all erratically, cussing up a blue streak and looking totally tuckered out. He landed on Snoopy’s nose, chest heaving with fatigue.
Woodstock, barely able to get any sound out, said “’, ‘”, ''" ' ""', ‘ ‘’ ‘’’! ‘’ ‘’ ‘ ‘ ‘’’ “!” Snoopy held up a sign, that said, “I, Woodstock, vote for the Cat Next Door, aka Khush! He tried to eat me!”
”VEDETTA” yelled a bizarre, older-looking Lucy, aka Stevey. “I mean,” Lucy continued, “I also vote for the Cat.”
Then someone else in the back piped up. “Woodstock.”
Charlie Brown and the rest of the townies were stunned. Clearly, some of the mafia were showing their true colors. But why?
“Don’t worry Charlie Brown. We’ve got them out-numbered,” said Franklin, aka nickmitch, pushing his way to the front of the crowd. “I’m voting for the Cat.”
“Me too, Charlie Brown, I’m voting for that Cat,” piped up a not-nearly-dirty-enough Pig-pen, aka Dasmos.
“mrrrrrEEEOWW!!!” said the Cat.
“I believe the cat just voted Woodstock,” said Spike, aka DrewMG, matter-of-factly. “I just arrived from out of town, but I’m with the cat. Woodstock always bothered me, with his shifty apostrophe-talk. Can’t trust ‘im!”
Suddenly, though, mature-Lucy’s eyes slowly glazed over. In the distance, the sound of piano-music began to waft over the crowd. Mature-Lucy closed her eyes and began to sway back and forth slowly. The music got louder, and mature-Lucy opened her mouth. “Scratch that,” mature-Lucy said in a strange voice.
“Vote Woodstock.”“What’s going on here?” Charlie Brown said, stunned. He opened his mouth to call out his vote, but stopped when he saw Sally standing next to him. “What is it, Sally?”
“Hi Big Brother. I don’t think you should vote today,” she said, looking all cute and stuff.
“Ok, Sally,” Charlie Brown smiled. “I won’t vote today if you don’t want me to.” Suddenly he realized what was going on, but it was too late. “NO!! You got to my little sister?! You’re horrible, horrible people!” But he was powerless to resist Sally’s powers. She just stood next to him, holding his hand and grinning broadly.
“Anyone else?” Charlie Brown said, pleadingly. He waited, and then suddenly the piano music got even louder, then stopped. In the back of the crowd, Schroeder stepped up onto his piano.
“Schroeder, thank goodness! Are you here to vote?” Charlie Brown was relieved to see his friend finally show up.
“Yes, Charlie Brown,” said Schroeder. “I’m here to
Vote Woodstock.”
The crowd gasped, as everything became clear. Charlie Brown’s face turned ashen as he began tabulating the vote. Woodstock looked on in fatigued disblief. A scribbly cloud even bigger than before appeared above his head, and even flashed some lightning.
“Sorry,
Woodstock, aka Pale the townie. You've been voted out. Into the cage with you.”
The Cat Next Door purred happily and wound around the legs of all the townies as they stood with their jaws agape.
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Later that night...
Dasmos was walking home. He took off his Pig-pen mask and costume, revealing himself to be just a plain townie. He though that maybe looking like someone who was potentially invincible would make him safe from disappearing like the others. How wrong he was.
As he walked, he thought he heard footsteps behind him. He turned around and called out, “Anyone there?” No answer.
He continued on, picking up the pace a bit. Suddenly he heard footsteps again. He whipped around, and there standing in the middle of the street, was Linus.
“How--” started Dasmos, but Linus interrupted him.
“Hi! You’re not mad at me, are you? I’m just trying to show everyone the truth.” Linus stepped closer to Dasmos, his hands held out at his sides.
“The truth? The truth?? You’re crazy!” Dasmos turned to run home, but ran smack into Lucy, who had appeared smiling behind him. The impact sent him down to the ground, with little swirly lines whirring around his head.
“Oh, no. You should really be more careful, Dasmos,” said Lucy, as she picked him up and slung him over her shoulder. “I’ll just get you home and see to it that you stay in bed until you’re all well.”
“Mmmwerrrhh....uuhhhhh...” moaned
Dasmos, the townie, as he was carried away. Linus just stood in the street, smiling that same strange, unnerving smile of his that had been plastered on his face most of the week.
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DAY 4 RESULTS:Pale, a normal townie, has been voted out.
Dasmos, a normal townie, has been hit by the Mafia.
Day 5 Begins Now!*
*You can post here if you want, but I'm pretty sure it's a done deal, and I'll end the day shortly with the Day 6 story and conclusion. The townies, with Schroeder set to secure his joining the mafia and win the game, have no way to out-vote the mafia. And, I already have night actions that will confirm this end. This thread is just open until I finish up the final story.
Topic: Mafia XXIX: "It's the Great Pumpkin (Mafia), Charlie Brown" Day 5 & Day 6 (Read 6441 times)
