Esbjörn Svensson Trio Mafia [AD INFINITUM / Endgame]

[November]

Sockguessing is up to you, if you think it serves the game.[/u][/b]

You're not sockguessing, you're sockassuming.

same thing overall

Right like how "confirmed civ" is the same thing overall as "Bela Fleck thinks they are civ". Is Newspeak your native language?

im sorry are apples now oranges?

you gonna adress the orional point or not? way to change subjects

[Akemi Homura]

You wonder why I haven't been responding to you that much and this is why. Yet again,, even after I've outright stated it, you miss my point completely. My point against Coltrane (as well as Potter) is that they wanted to take Coleman's words as gospel while both simultaneously suspecting me. Since I, unlike them, refuse to take Coleman's words as gospel, then it's not hypocritical for me to still suspect Coltrane. Another thing that helps my argument for not taking Coleman's words as gospel is because Potter was using Coleman's temporary vote for me to justify a suspicion, while conveniently ignoring when he said that I was confirmed civ. Since he's not wrong about the temporary vote and not wrong to wonder why that temporary vote was cast, it calls Coleman's actions into question.

Thats not the point at all and your missing my poitn entirely, it doest matter if you follow it or not, its a matter of whats laid out.

Either I don't understand or you're avoiding a legitimate response. Either way, please elaborate.

[November]

You know what's funny?

What's funny is that you claim to have thought that Coleman was the cop before the flip, partly because he said at one point that I was confirmed civ, yet at the time he said that, you were still advocating that I was a baddie.

i know i was, i did it intetionaly, like i said, POE wins out every time

What does either lying about reading me as bad or lying about thinking Coleman was the cop have to do with process of elimination?

i already explined the cop scnario thing, the lyign is wifom galore

And you do realize that, especially in this case, that WIFOM is working against a civ read of you and not in favor of it, right?

And do you realize, especially in my case, i dont give a damn whats works for and aganist me? do you realzie that eveythign you are askign em is town me?

[Akemi Homura]

Sockguessing is up to you, if you think it serves the game.[/u][/b]

You're not sockguessing, you're sockassuming.

same thing overall

Right like how "confirmed civ" is the same thing overall as "Bela Fleck thinks they are civ". Is Newspeak your native language?

im sorry are apples now oranges?

you gonna adress the orional point or not? way to change subjects

What original point? How did I change subjects? What was the original subject and which subject did I change it to? Why is your tongue brown?

[Fuskdall]

This is some crazy jazz.

[November]

Thats not the point at all and your missing my poitn entirely, it doest matter if you follow it or not, its a matter of whats laid out.

Either I don't understand or you're avoiding a legitimate response. Either way, please elaborate.[/quote]

my point is this: he is cop with the supposive clears he had, even if you dont take it as godspell, you have at least considered it. even your psoting now shows you ahev at least had a thoguht of it.

SO no matter what ange you take at this, its hipoctical of you to yell at us abotu this stuff when you are guilty of doing it yourself

[Akemi Homura]

You know what's funny?

What's funny is that you claim to have thought that Coleman was the cop before the flip, partly because he said at one point that I was confirmed civ, yet at the time he said that, you were still advocating that I was a baddie.

i know i was, i did it intetionaly, like i said, POE wins out every time

What does either lying about reading me as bad or lying about thinking Coleman was the cop have to do with process of elimination?

i already explined the cop scnario thing, the lyign is wifom galore

And you do realize that, especially in this case, that WIFOM is working against a civ read of you and not in favor of it, right?

And do you realize, especially in my case, i dont give a damn whats works for and aganist me? do you realzie that eveythign you are askign em is town me?

And do you realize that your being consciously aware of what your town meta is means that you can emulate it when you're not town, and that no one in their right mind is going to take your word for it when you use meta defenses as the only reason why you've been consistently scummy throughout the game?

[November]

Sockguessing is up to you, if you think it serves the game.[/u][/b]

You're not sockguessing, you're sockassuming.

same thing overall

Right like how "confirmed civ" is the same thing overall as "Bela Fleck thinks they are civ". Is Newspeak your native language?

im sorry are apples now oranges?

you gonna adress the orional point or not? way to change subjects

What original point? How did I change subjects? What was the original subject and which subject did I change it to? Why is your tongue brown?

the orignal convo was about the sockguess vs sock assume you changed it entirely, if they ar enot the same plz tell me.

[November]

This is some crazy jazz.

i know right? want to join in??

[November]

And do you realize that your being consciously aware of what your town meta is means that you can emulate it when you're not town, and that no one in their right mind is going to take your word for it when you use meta defenses as the only reason why you've been consistently scummy throughout the game?

And you would realzie that silver knows me better then anyone and if i was scum she would of died n1?

do you realize that not everyon can jsut go "ok change meta" like you say?

do you relaize i will use meta defense all the time? and that fi you scum read me for it you can never accurately read me?

[November]

also seeing how silverowlf did not only agree with it but used it, your poitn is invaild

[Akemi Homura]

Thats not the point at all and your missing my poitn entirely, it doest matter if you follow it or not, its a matter of whats laid out.

Either I don't understand or you're avoiding a legitimate response. Either way, please elaborate.

my point is this: he is cop with the supposive clears he had, even if you dont take it as godspell, you have at least considered it. even your psoting now shows you ahev at least had a thoguht of it.

SO no matter what ange you take at this, its hipoctical of you to yell at us abotu this stuff when you are guilty of doing it yourself[/quote]
If this is your point then I wasn't missing it at all to begin with. I've already explained why it's not hypocritical of me to "yell" at Coltrane and Potter and if you're going to pretend that explanation doesn't exist then be my guest. I've repeated myself enough with you already.

[Akemi Homura]

the orignal convo was about the sockguess vs sock assume you changed it entirely, if they ar enot the same plz tell me.

They're not the same. That's what I did tell you. How the hell did I change the subject lmao?

[November]

Thats not the point at all and your missing my poitn entirely, it doest matter if you follow it or not, its a matter of whats laid out.

Either I don't understand or you're avoiding a legitimate response. Either way, please elaborate.

my point is this: he is cop with the supposive clears he had, even if you dont take it as godspell, you have at least considered it. even your psoting now shows you ahev at least had a thoguht of it.

SO no matter what ange you take at this, its hipoctical of you to yell at us abotu this stuff when you are guilty of doing it yourself

If this is your point then I wasn't missing it at all to begin with. I've already explained why it's not hypocritical of me to "yell" at Coltrane and Potter and if you're going to pretend that explanation doesn't exist then be my guest. I've repeated myself enough with you already.[/quote]

i read it full well, but you used the same thing no matter what angle you take

[November]

the orignal convo was about the sockguess vs sock assume you changed it entirely, if they ar enot the same plz tell me.

They're not the same. That's what I did tell you. How the hell did I change the subject lmao?

you never explaiend how thye were diffrent, you jsut said "no not same"

[Akemi Homura]

And do you realize that your being consciously aware of what your town meta is means that you can emulate it when you're not town, and that no one in their right mind is going to take your word for it when you use meta defenses as the only reason why you've been consistently scummy throughout the game?

And you would realzie that silver knows me better then anyone and if i was scum she would of died n1?

do you realize that not everyon can jsut go "ok change meta" like you say?

do you relaize i will use meta defense all the time? and that fi you scum read me for it you can never accurately read me?

You can't prove that you would always kill Silver on Night 1 every single game you play with her, you can't even prove that to yourself. That's not something that one can "realize" because it's subject to change.

You don't even need to go "ok change meta" to consciously emulate your town play. Literally every scum player with more than a couple of games worth of experience does that without even thinking or going out of their way to attempt to do so. Meta defenses mean nothing.

I don't scum read you for having meta defenses by themselves, I'm scum reading you because you've been consistently disingenuous, opportunistic, and manipulative throughout the game. The meta defenses just don't help change my mind is all.

[November]

You can't prove that you would always kill Silver on Night 1 every single game you play with her, you can't even prove that to yourself. That's not something that one can "realize" because it's subject to change.

can and would, if i have my was of doign night kills i would always kill her n1. shes is the most fearsome player i know

You don't even need to go "ok change meta" to consciously emulate your town play. Literally every scum player with more than a couple of games worth of experience does that without even thinking or going out of their way to attempt to do so. Meta defenses mean nothing.

been playing for 4 years and have not been able to change my meta much. my meta has been constant for about the past 2 years and i have failed to change it every time

I don't scum read you for having meta defenses by themselves, I'm scum reading you because you've been consistently disingenuous, opportunistic, and manipulative throughout the game. The meta defenses just don't help change my mind is all.


so.... just about everything that dfines town me?

there ya go epi

[Akemi Homura]

the orignal convo was about the sockguess vs sock assume you changed it entirely, if they ar enot the same plz tell me.

They're not the same. That's what I did tell you. How the hell did I change the subject lmao?

you never explaiend how thye were diffrent, you jsut said "no not same"

I didn't know I actually needed to explain to you how guessing and assuming are not the same thing, holy shit. A guess is not set in stone, other options can be considered. An assumption on the other hand does not consider other options. A guess would be "You might be Epi but I don't have any proof" while an assumption is "You're Epi but I don't have any proof".

[Akemi Homura]

We've clogged up enough of the thread with this garbage, I don't see any progress being made here.

[November]

the orignal convo was about the sockguess vs sock assume you changed it entirely, if they ar enot the same plz tell me.

They're not the same. That's what I did tell you. How the hell did I change the subject lmao?

you never explaiend how thye were diffrent, you jsut said "no not same"

I didn't know I actually needed to explain to you how guessing and assuming are not the same thing, holy shit. A guess is not set in stone, other options can be considered. An assumption on the other hand does not consider other options. A guess would be "You might be Epi but I don't have any proof" while an assumption is "You're Epi but I don't have any proof".

techancly speoaking im still guessing its epi here.

[November]

We've clogged up enough of the thread with this garbage, I don't see any progress being made here.

i disagree, i think we are makign a lot of progress. we had sevral nice convos and i leanred you are a sith

[Ricochet]

Deleted the posts with prisoners in them.

[Akemi Homura]

I don't oppose a Dixon lynch but Potter is actually looking worse to me right now, and since his lynch seems more likely than Fleck's then I'm moving to Potter.

[November]

I don't oppose a Dixon lynch but Potter is actually looking worse to me right now, and since his lynch seems more likely than Fleck's then I'm moving to Potter.

You knw you could elborate on that

[Maid]

He damn should. You'll be killing a civilian if you lynch me. Why am I looking worse than Dixon or Hiromi?

[Maid]

There must be a very good reason why Vompatti placed a vote on you, Mingus. He chose not to lynch anyone on day 1. Did he check you? That's what I ask myself. Perhaps you're the baddie after all.

Mingus is a confirmed civ.

Shit, I didn't pay attention. Sorry for that. Still weird that he put a vote on you, though, but hey it's Vompatti...

[Akemi Homura]

There must be a very good reason why Vompatti placed a vote on you, Mingus. He chose not to lynch anyone on day 1. Did he check you? That's what I ask myself. Perhaps you're the baddie after all.

Mingus is a confirmed civ.

Shit, I didn't pay attention. Sorry for that. Still weird that he put a vote on you, though, but hey it's Vompatti...

That "hey it's Vompatti" comment sure clashes with your previous "There must be a very good reason" comment.

[November]

I don't oppose a Dixon lynch but Potter is actually looking worse to me right now, and since his lynch seems more likely than Fleck's then I'm moving to Potter.

You knw you could elborate on that

[Akemi Homura]

I literally just did. You are unfathomable.

[Maid]

There must be a very good reason why Vompatti placed a vote on you, Mingus. He chose not to lynch anyone on day 1. Did he check you? That's what I ask myself. Perhaps you're the baddie after all.

Mingus is a confirmed civ.

Shit, I didn't pay attention. Sorry for that. Still weird that he put a vote on you, though, but hey it's Vompatti...

That "hey it's Vompatti" comment sure clashes with your previous "There must be a very good reason" comment.

He's unpredictable, but not insane. Can't really dismiss all of his acts as unreasonable. I, however, had not seen the "Mingus is a confirmed civ." post.

[November]

There must be a very good reason why Vompatti placed a vote on you, Mingus. He chose not to lynch anyone on day 1. Did he check you? That's what I ask myself. Perhaps you're the baddie after all.

Mingus is a confirmed civ.

Shit, I didn't pay attention. Sorry for that. Still weird that he put a vote on you, though, but hey it's Vompatti...

That "hey it's Vompatti" comment sure clashes with your previous "There must be a very good reason" comment.

What this? Plz, and you say im opertunistic

[Ricochet]

Hey, my Host color changed. I quite liked the other one.

The new one, if a bit darkened, will be suited more for Triskaidekaphobia Mafia.

[Tangrowth]

Hey, my Host color changed. I quite liked the other one.

The new one, if a bit darkened, will be suited more for Triskaidekaphobia Mafia.

That's my doing.

I wanted to keep in line with the color scheme/theme of the host colors being of a certain part of the spectrum, plus with the new moderator split (which I will be announcing very soon) the new MoD color was too close to the previous Heist Host color.

[Principal Skinner]

My oh my, I'm not likin' how this is shapin' up so far. Folks I am truly sorry for my absence, it's been some abso-lutely transcendental rehearsal time outside. I still got some sheet music t' finish writin' but I'm hopin' to get all caught up n' such before the day draws close.

I'll do a little lookin' back but can someone give me a brief o'erview of the case against Mr. Potter? He seemed pretty aight last I checked. I'd rather put my vote on someone I'm feelin' a little more suspicious 'bout.

[Fuskdall]

I was jus' foolin' about suspectin' Potter. Bill Dixon has been a suspicion of mine all game, and he gets my vote once again.

[Principal Skinner]

Well, I think y'all are makin' a big time mistake. But frankly, I don' think I can blame ya. If yer lookin' at the votin' history, mine do stand out as bein' a bit suspect. An' frankly I don' think anyone is makin' me feel particularly bad. But I think our bad guy is jus' playin' a real tight measure.

I do wanna talk 'bout somethin' I mentioned earlier. Miss Hiromi didn' have much to say th' first few days, which I said I didn' think much 'bout with it bein' so early n' all. I asked her t' maybe try'n participate a bit more but far as I can tell, she been doin' jack all for playin' anythin'. I'm worried 'bout inactivity this late in the game. We all got our schedules an' all, but she seemin' a bit more content to jus' ride out the suspicions 'round other folk. I'm thinkin' she seemin' a little worrisome, an' she be gettin' my vote tonight.

[Principal Skinner]

I'd like to cast my vote for Charles Mingus, seein' as he's a most likely to be th' one draggin' and huffin' and puffin' and toutin'.

Votes for Mingus without mentioning him at all, strange vote but it is just day 1.

First off, that ain' even true. One post earlier:

I'm worried about Mr. Mingus. Quite a hooplah he made fo himself early on, callin' himself Jazz itself, like he its father. And yet not a peep since our trial rehearsal. He could be stayin' silent, knowin' he was all bark an' no bite, hopin' we place the blame on someone who weren't outta tuuune.

Mr. Buble, I can't say I'm a fan of your music personally, and I'm not sure I would consider your playin' or singin' to be the genuine expression we here jazz folks hold in regard, but I can say that so far your responses feel real sincere. I'm willin' ta give you the benefit of the doubt time bein'.

So we see some mafia distancing here, you seem like mafia but I'll give ya benefit of the doubt.

I done addressed this twice now son. I ain' never said a thing 'bout suspectin' him as mafia. I was jus' sayin' I wanted to vote for 'im cuz I didn' like him personally. I ain't had enough logic to suspec' him.

Interestin' that there's a no-lynch option heah. Mr. Coleman, I know you and I may have slightly... diff'rent thoughts on what is considered "in-tune" but surely ya gotta admit someone was way off in that rehearsal?

First time he mention Coleman, this is the start of his attempt to get our cop lynched.

You tellin' me Coleman wasn't actin' the least bit suspicious? Several other folk thought the same.

Th' Mafia Godfatha hisself gets taken out on Day 1? Hoo-wee, I seen me many a bad session turn out somethin' lovely but nothin' ever quite so spec-TACulah.

Now, the lovely Miss Holiday (and beg pardon, miss, but you do look jus' gorgeous tonigh') brings up a point Ah'd like to consider. We cut the head offa the snake pretty quickly heah but I'm thinkin' : what if these bad cats saw they boss man wann't long fo' this world and threw him unna the bus, so t' speak, to try'n get off scott free?

Bear with me, heah. I ain't so down with the lingo these kids is speakin' these days. Music the only language I speak, man. But I think I heard some fella callin' it, pardon my lack of creativity heah, these sessions do tend to wear an ol' man out, "bussin'", am I wrong?

I'mma think the first two people who voted to kick out Mr. Buble ah likely t' be playin' the straight n' narrow of it all. I'ma bit more worried here bout the fellas on the end.

Very excited when he wouldn't vote for and didn't even think Buble was worth voting for. Then we see this he gives a brief Yay and then proceeds to start trying to set up bandwagons on the people who VOTED FOR THE GODFATHER THEIR STRONGEST ROLE. This is very suspicious and lynch worthy in itself.

I'm suspicious for suggestin' that maybe some teammates hopped on a bus once they saw they boss on the way out? Where am I settin' up a bandwagon? Ain' none of them even have votes for 'em at the time. I ain't even voted for anyone yet myself. You jus' wavin' yo fingers tryna make a hissy fit 'bout shit.

Brotha Fats was not deservin' of none such treatment. This is some reeeeal sinistuh activity goin' on. Rest in jazz, brotha Fats.

Who among us heah coulda done such a terribuh thang? Ah'm thinkin' when Ah get back from mah rehearsal, I'mma take a closer look at some of y'all and report back with some thoughts.

I'd like to address Miles with regards to the passin' of that Buble fella: my thoughts were that I warn't a fan o' his character, like he seemed pretty outta place and outta his league. He seemed fairly eager to just fit in an' contribute a few bars, an' I thought maybe I was judgin' 'im too harshly. I'm very much guilty of puttin' a personality to the music, thinkin' erryone got the same sorta mode uh emotional expression us old timers do, not playin' anythin' we don' mean. But I was wrong, and that fella was a rat. He was jus' tryna play along for more nefarious purposes, fit in witha crowd n' trya destroy 'em from th' inside. I was judgin' 'em by 'is music, thinkin' it insincere and maybe chalkin' up differences to diff'rent generations, but it turns out the weasel was just as false as he music.

I done pulled the wool over mine own eyes, so ta speak. I ain't never takin' my eyes off the notes again, and I'mma stick with my gut, tha's for sure.

Some defense for his Buble thoughts, he uses roleplaying as a way to mask his attempts to not vote for his teammate. Not much here besides him wiggling outta a lynch.

Dunno what y'all talkin' bout roleplayin' or nothin', but this is jus' straight logic, son. I ain' gonna vote for someone when I don' have enough reason to suspect him. That's a sure as shit sign o' scum.

And Bill Dixon, goddamn it man, are you using Jive Speak Translate?

's that a thing? Sho' would make my life easier.

Why are you defending him so vehemently though? It's not like it matters if we accidentally lynch a civ or two.

No Lynch Voters
Coleman - Why are you voting the one thing to help the bad guys?

If you would stoop to participating in a lynch just to avoid helping the bad guys, you are no better than them.

The hell you sayin', Coleman? I'm gettin' some veeeery diff'rent sorta vibes from these posts an' am begginin' to question your intentions.

First you take a position of no-lynch to avoid potentially clappin' a fellow player, now you sayin' it don' matter if a few good guys kick the can?

I don't vibe with this one bit, man.

Another post to set up Coleman.

Mr. Coleman, I was hopin' to have a slightly more concrete case to think about in th' wake of th' vote today, but I'm startin' to think yo lookin' a little more worrisome than anyone else here. I think you got my vote now.

Then this, very weak reasoning for a vote, espacilly when we had someone who was very obvious mafia. THIS WAS another attempt to avoid teammate/start a counterwagon.

Who the hell was the obvious mafia here? The other wagon been on Miss Hiromi, who ain' said much of anything up to this point. Now I changed my read on Miss Hiromi after two more days of failin' to contribute anythin', but I don' see you votin' for the person you claim is "very obvious mafia". What caused you to change your key, Trane?

Mr. Dixon, I beg you to place your vote on either Tito or Fleck. As it stands, there will be a tie if Tito shows up and tries to save himself. Let's pick sides on these two and see how any vote changing shakes out.

Hrmm. I guess as it stands, my vote for Mr. Coleman don' mean much, huh?

I think I mentioned before I'd rather Tito have a chance to 'splain his position. Don't like how he ain't been here, but I'm feelin' more strongly 'bout the case made against Mr. Fleck-tone. If it's in th' best interest of the band, I'll begrudgin'ly switch to Mr. Fleck.

Well his Coleman wagon doesn't take off, so he switches to Fleck in an attempt to protect Tito his scum buddy. He dislikes Fleck's town no other reason. Notice Silver his main defender was killed this same night after the push on Fleck failed and a mafia member was lynched instead?

Now you perhaps weren't payin' close enough attention, because I voiced my concern 'bout Fleck earlier.

Mista Fleck-tone soundin' like he takin' some accusations pretty seriously n' stuff. I ain't know what to make about that, we from diff'rent backgrounds an' all. But I'm thinkin' Brother Miles makin' some good points: he flip floppin' on his Day 1 vote, sayin' a bus on the boss ain't no thang when it could cleahly explain summa his actions. He could be tryna distance hisself hard. He could be puttin' onna front 'bout takin' thangs so personally t' tryin' get people on his side. I ain't thinkin' he lookin' too hot right now either.

Also, you seem to have missed that my vote were originally on Mr. Fleck. I only changed to Coleman when I see him say some stuff that was soundin' downright contradictory. I changed back to Mr. Fleck upon Brother Guaraldi's request, seein' as I still didn't like his actions. I still don' like it to be honest. I'm jus' feelin' a little more strongly 'bout Miss Hiromi right now.

Thas' a downrigh' pain in my chest I'm feelin' right now. Rest in peace, lovely Miss Holiday. Señor Puente, shame on you.

Mister Guaraldi, you be makin' some interestin' accusations n'all. Not sure what t'make of all that, as I'm feelin' mostly alright 'bout both Miss Hiromi and Brother Miles. Frankly I weren't too sure 'bout Señor Puente's guilt either, an' frankly I'm thinkin' we got mighty lucky 'bout knockin' another baddie off the drum stool. If Miss Hiromi's good 'n all, which, I ain't no math studies kinda cat, but statistically speakin' I'm thinkin' she is, this coulda gone quite a diff'rent way.

If I can briefly address the concerns about Mr. Buble, I was lettin' my personal feelin's get inna way. I said I wanted t'vote for him 'cuz I didn't like the fella nor his music, plain n' simple. I just felt it was jumpin' the gun to vote for 'im for that reason alone when I didn't have no evidence on his character either way. I ended up votin' for Brother Mingus 'cuz I felt he was rubbin' some folks the wrong way, tryin' a be a provocateur for no good reason.

If I can address somethin' relevant to your point, however, I ain't feelin' too great 'bout Brother Coleman. He flippin' his vote every which way the last part of yesterday, an' he end up votin' on Señor Puente. If I ain't mistaken, he's the reason Señor was kicked out versus Mr. Fleck-tone. I seen him pullin' for a no-vote on Day 1 when he see Mr. Buble was on he way out. I pointed out some inconsistencies in his playin' yesterday, an' my thought is that he tryna distance his self on the first day when he see the godfather knockin' on death's door, an' once he see Señor on his way out too, he thinkin' he put his vote there to get some good boy points wit the band.

I'm thinkin' Brother Coleman was doin' some serious bussin' on his teammate yesterday, 'specially knowin' he could get away with it when his teammate ain' even there to defend himself. I weren't feelin' too great about him earlier, now I ain't feelin' good at all.

His only post for day 3 then he just goes AWOL, votes for Coleman since he was bussing his teammate, yet doesn't address his day 1 no lynch which was also suspicious. This is very weak reasoning.

I'm tempted to say we have four mafia members, Hirome and Dixon being the last two. Either way a Dixon lynch is the way to go tomorrow. Two times he avoided and was agaisnt the mafia wagon. He day 2 switched from Colman (the cop) to lynch Blek in an attempt to save his teammate.

You must be blind, Trane, I done mentioned his no-vote twice in posts you yourself quoted. Also you ain't been especially around the last few days neither. You guilty of doin' the exact same thing you accusin' me of.

What's gotten into you, Trane?

[Ricochet]

One hour remaining.

[The Dry Flood]

Dixon today.

[Ricochet]

Votes in grey are votes that moved.

[Ricochet]

This is the longer story of Bill, how he ended up here, how he did his share of the battle and how he died.

This morning, Bill felt really tired, even though he'd just been sleeping. That night, he dreamt of a monstrous fish head, growing out of his skull and feeding upon it. He sat down at the kitchen counter and re-read a jazz interview in an old Downbeat edition. Then he watched the ants crawl around in his sink.

A letter and an envelope came for him that day. The invitation said something about welcoming him to a "Great Jazz Spirits Reunion Show" event later that evening, "9PM sharp" in fact, at the Auditorium. Meanwhile, the envelope was more of a special message from, allegedly, one of the Hosts of the event, telling him of a particular mission he was invested in and a team he had to work with, should he choose to come to the event.

Bill just sighed and thought to himself that this had to happen sooner or later. He didn't know right then what to do. Then he decided to call his daughter on Skype. Someone else answered, though.

'Brrrrrrrrrrroooooowoowooo ohh lookett ohpeens aahp', a child's treble voice was heard, along with the sound of hands bashing and clasping on the keyboard.
'Emily? Emily pumpkin is that you? My goodness, look at you', Bill spoke, looking a bit puzzled.
'Hiiiiii', the joyous girl replied, staring at him.
'Wanted to speak with your momma a bit', Bill explained, 'but I guess she ain't aroun' right now. Anyhow, I wanted to tell you I'm headin' out tonight, might just head out soon in fact, somethin' I gotta do, somethin' serious to deal with, you know. Funny thing tho, I don't know how it'll go and what will happen after.'
'I had lunch today...' Emily informed him.
'Nothing to worry 'bout, everything is going smooth, you know, but just sayin' it for the record. You make sure you tell your mom about this, kay sugar? Listen... When folks have a long history behind 'em, they either get to stay on top or get blanked out, you know... and sometimes you have to take matter into ya own hands and do somethin' to get back on top.'
'Granpa!’ Emily shouted with a distracted look.
'The phases I went through, in my art, haven't been conscious or anythin'', Bill suddenly got deep into thoughts. 'They've just worked themselves to the present stage. It's been sort of an evolution, without being overly complex or simplistic about it. Whether it goes places or not, you can do it; whether anyone sees it or not, you should do it; it's only depending on the necessity for you to do this, that it will evolve somehow. You make things, you put them aside; you make other things, you put them aside.'
'Do you like my cars?’ Emily asked.
'Emily, one day you will grow up and get to hear all my music and see all my paintings and other such art works. They might prove interesting, they might prove abstract, they might prove confusing, they might prove poetic, they might prove enlightening, they might prove free, they might prove old... All I can hope for is that they might still remind you a little of me... Music is getting so digital these days anyway, making it easier to make and to preserve... Wouldn't it be real nice if, in the not too distant future, folks could undergo a digitalization their own minds, like residin' in a cube, you now, where they could live on livin' on, gettin' to know a further safe, extended lifespan...'
'Look! I drawd... I thriaangle!’ Emily showed him a picture.
'I drew a snake girl on the daily crossword page, this morning', Bill said.
'But sum days... you hav to not make a snake girl... cuz yestrday I dinnt see any snake girl... but... you made one', Emily went on.
'Wha?' Bill got real confused.
'Can I do your other, but... then go round things?'
'I have no idea what you sayin', sweetheart.'
'Wiggle wiggle wiggle!'
'OK.'

As he reached for the keys on the counter, he froze for a bit and stood there staring at them, suddenly thinking about all the times he'd grabbed his keys there before and how many days of his life were wasted repeating the same tasks and rituals in his apartment over and over again. As Bill left the apartment, he stopped on the sidewalk, looked around and up, and thought to himself: 'It's kind of a really nice day.' He decided to walk first around the block for a bit. On the side of the road, he saw a woman's tennis shoes filled with leaves and it filled him with inexplicable sadness. At a newsstand, Bill looked at the list of magazines for sale and angrily wondered why they didn't offer any Asian porn. Then he wondered why he wondered that.

On the way to the bus stop, Bill saw somebody he recognized walking towards him, but he couldn't remember his name. He began to think of things to say when they'd be close enough to acknowledge each other. As they drew nearer, their eyes locked, uncertain if the other was going to stop to talk. The person greeted Bill as Bill mixed up the phrases 'What's up' with 'How's it going?’ Confused, the person blurted out 'Thanks', before he knew what he was saying. Words caught in Bill's throat and he replied, 'Weh'. They did a sort of awkward half turn, and then continued on, now confident that the other was not going to stop to talk.

In the bus taking him to the Auditorium, he sat in the back, next to a hippie looking guy who was listening to music on his headphones at such a loud volume, Bill could almost hear it himself. It sounded very much like one of Chopin's piano concertos. The guy noticed him and, without pausing the music or taking his headphones off, asked him, 'How's it goin'". The question made Bill even sulkier and he felt compelled to open up to this stranger about the weird days he's been having lately and how he feels he's at a stage, in which he's looking back instead of forwards, and that now, at the dawn of all these years of worry, sleepless nights and denials, he finds himself himself staring death in the face, surrounded by people he no longer recognizes.

The guy just hummed in acknowledgement at Bill's ranting, but then, just as Bill was thinking that the person didn't really pay any attention to him, this fellow started telling him he's got no reason to be so morose. 'From the sound of it, you spent dozens of years traveling the world, learning all there is to know and creating stunning works of art. And you'll do so for the next hundreds of years, too. You will learn every language. You will read every book. You will know every land. You will learn to meditate to control all pain. As wars will be fought and great loves found... and lost... and found. Lost... and found. And memories built upon memories, until life runs on an endless loop. Exploring... learning... living... until the earth is swallowed beneath his feet. Until the sun is long since gone. Until time loses all meaning. Living and living until all of the lights go out...'

Bill looked quite befuddled hearing all this. The guy just stared blankly for the next minute, until he thought of something and showed Bill his phone. 'Check out this video of a dog trying to catch a ball inside the house and fucking nosedives into a shelve of CDs. Makes me lose it every time I watch it, man.'

As Bill got out of the bus, facing the Auditorium building on the other side of the street, he kept thinking of that person's words and uncontrollably shed a tear. He grabbed tighter of his case, preparing to cross the street over, and he smiled, thinking for the first time that maybe everything will be o-- 'Oh hey there, you must be Mr. Dixon', a tall, excited man interrupted him. 'My name is Socky, I'm the one who sent you the invitation this morning, remember? So nice of you to come, wow, what a legend, I have so much respect for your work.' Bill noticed this Socky fella was holding a crowbar in his right hand and asked him what that was for. Socky just mumbled something about having to force open the doors of the place or something. 'Well, then, head right in', Socky continued, 'I'm just waiting here to greet the others, shouldn't take much longer now, you've arrived right on time.'

Before going inside, Bill showed him the envelope he received besides the invitation, wanting to ask what to do in this kind of situation. 'Oh, well, hmm', Socky checked the message and then advised Bill: 'this is quite challenging, but I'm sure you'll be up for the job. Just do your best, mingle with the others, play it like you mean it, wait to meet up with the rest afterwards and it might all work well. I'm sure you'll do great.'

===

And since then, Bill has had a lot to do and put up with. He was pleased, upon arrival, to see so many of the jazz greats he worked with, admired or appreciated back in his prime, but was slightly peeved to find out they'd all be his opponents, whilst the more strange characters in this turnout were the ones he was tagged with. 'Misfit among misfits', he thought to himself. At first, it made it rather easier for him to try to stir the pot first and comment on croonboy Bublé not belonging much in here. But then, once the talks got serious, he suddenly got a bit of cold feet and faux-pas'd himself into not tuning himself all the way through to the folks' heckle. Sounding his trumpet upon Coltrane, however, was sure to bite him back later.

Still, far from discouraged, Bill head over, during the first interval, to the private artists' booth that was mentioned on his envelope and waited there for the others... or, well, other. But he ended up spending that hour alone in the room. He thought he heard Tito's voice passing by, saying 'ayy lmao que fiasco', but the man never came in and soon was nowhere to be seen, when Bill checked outside on the hallway. So eventually he just took matter in his own hands and went back out there, to do what's necessary. He found Fats in the bathroom, trying to cool out after an altercation, and proceeded to knock him out and make an art installation out of him, using the pipes around and Fats' trumpet as headpiece.

Back on stage, he found it pleasing that the stars were bickering among themselves, and tried at the same time not to get too mercurial himself and to snake charm the rest with his thoughts on everyone. Alas, he ended up off-beat again when Tito fell asleep on the drum set and everyone decided to smother him. He was now solo. Determined to keep messing with people's insecurities, yet not liking the sight of Davis and Vince sticking together on stage, he followed Fleck and Holiday instead, when no one else could spot him and, whilst Fleck was still swooning from his head wound, kidnapped the lady, carried her upstairs with considerable effort and gave her rope wings to float motionlessly back on scene.

Another interval, another trial to go through, but much to his surprise, the writing wasn't on the wall for him just yet, given how ambitious Coleman was to gather all the boo's himself. With the excuse of wanting to go practice, but in truth trying to lure Coltrane into a death duo, he nonetheless couldn't go through with it, once hearing Trane's old style, affectionate improvs. He returned earlier than Trane and the rest on stage and picked on - albeit with just as much blues-singing motivation - the sitting duck Vince, instead.

And now, after all these crazy later hours, Bill felt his solo efforts were finally taking their toll and burning him out. What he didn't know was that his biggest, solo-est challenge was yet to come...

But first, one more promotional moment from our sponsor...

19.IX.2011

"Viactium, in all earnestness, is probably the essential E.S.T. album. It's the album you can recommend to anyone, it's the album anyone can start with, it's the second creative fuel tank which which the band skyrocketed further on their glorious, getting either more profound, more conceptual, more technical or more elaborate in their music making. And this is coming from the fanboy, for whom none of their albums are duds, irrelevant, unsatisfying or even remotely close to that. Still, even for me, Viaticum was my both introductory and groundbreaking entry into their jazzverse, and it stands as what I'd call the essence of all their art. Have they since surpassed even this high plane? No doubt whatsoever. Still, there's no better "compendium" of their traditional and their "way out" side than this album.

If I would have owned Viaticum on cassette, it would have long been worn out, during my high-school back and forth promenades in the city, due to how much I listened and relistened to its pieces. Particularly 'The Well-Wisher', a most fetching and candid funky loop, and 'The Unstable Table and the Infamous Fable', a whirlwind of sounds, arpeggios, crescendos, solos and effects. These two were in my enduring "opiate" mixtape back then. They're no solitary gems on the album, though. The usual slow-fast opening sequence ('Tide of Trepidation and 'Eighty-Eight Days in My Veins) showcases the band's natural, long-practiced craft. The title track and 'In the Tail of the Eye' are profoundly deep, intimate and inspiring slow ballads, the latter bridging with the flurrying, crashing, wicked sounding 'Letter from the Leviathan'. Finally, stuff like the hidden track on What Though the Way May Be Long introduces perhaps for the first time the more ethereal, non-descript language, that the band will then further explore and absorb into their music and their concerts..."

And now, let us conclude...

All amnesty and cool headedness among the musicians seemed to have yet again vanished, now that the player who could maybe cheer them up the most, not to mention judge event by the sound not by the fury, had been cruelly slain. Could this madness really go on much further, everyone seemed to wonder. The grand piano became impractical now, but Hiromi could still make use of her KORG and melodica. Mingus' bass was still in surprising good shape, although Mingus couldn't be less excited about current circumstances and shakedowns, which he considered garbage at Mingus standards. Fleck's banjo was in shambles, but he didn't care much about it no more. The brass gifted all felt spent. Drumkid Neyman, returning from practice, looked like a mess. Instead, Fletcher soon followed with his immovable posture and spirit and, to no one's surprise, demanded the players to resume the session.

'Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends', he took his center stage spot again. 'Or will it?' he judgmentally asked. 'I see we'll be hearing no more doodle bop from our bewhiskered friend', he joked of the late Vince. 'No worries. Now... maybe it's time to finally bring this home, what do you say?' He took the total silent reaction as confirmation, although, from the players, it was a bit more of a "please die already" reaction. 'Ok, then', Fletcher continued. 'Let's do...ah, this should work well given our current formation... Easy Six, bar one-oh-eight...'
'We're still seven, not counting the squeaker...' Coltrane pedantically mentioned.
'Well, not for long...' Fletcher grinned.

And so, they were at it again, ready to play and endure. Fletcher's right hand rose in the air and stopped vibrating pointing straight at the ensemble and the tense seconds started to add up, as everyone was waiting for his flick cue... But then:
'Nope, I just thought of something else', Fletcher lowered his hand. 'This piece has a lot of alternative solos, so I figured, we're almost one of a kind left for each of the core instruments - well, that disjoined frying pan Fleck's holding notwithstanding - so why not test out each of your solos first. Maybe this way, we can finally separate the best from the rest...'
This sounded like torture for the long bone-weary musicians, but there wasn't much they could do about it anyway. So, from left to right, they each started improvising, only to be then judged by the others.

Hiromi played her cadenza with surprising levity and refined playfulness with the harmonies, like a girl would waltz in a shoestand, trying countless pairs. And the others found it even-tempered.
Mingus just played the bass of Bemsha Swing, to signal all the fucks he was giving, and everyone else just said whatever.
Fleck played his solo like a brokenhearted love song, with some semblance to a faded woman's voice. Nobody would then doubt this man's craft and passion.
Down at the reeds, Coltrane played his like a soft serenade, but still with some rebellious inflexions. Everyone then valued it at around 3.5 stars out of 5, really.
Potter couldn't compete with his alternative and indeed sounded a bit dry, but, despite a few reservations, the rest of the band agreed it also had a serious note to it.
Trumpets left, and Miles just blew notes without even holding his trumpet with his hands. The Host kindly requests that you don't ask how that's even possible, he'd just like to wrap up this writing.
And Bill...

From the moment Fletcher suggested these solo trials, Bill finally saw the writing on the wall and knew what would happen. Then, when his turn came, he did the only thing left for him to do.

He got up and played.

And he played unlike anyone else, with long notes and broad strokes, wailing and gliding between the intervals, intensifying to leviathan-esque proportions. It sounded rough, fierce, bitter, wild and free. It... it sounded really beautiful.

When he finished, he put down his trumpet and looked at everyone around, who were not saying anything. And he knew. And they knew.
'I could sense it all along', Coltrane said.
'Let it be done, brother', Mingus commented. 'Your tunes are meant for different spheres than ours...'
'Dixon...’ Fletcher glared at him with a blank expression. 'You're done.'

For his musical efforts, however, the musicians did award Bill the clemency of escorting him back to the bus station, on to the late midnight ride, and giving him a head start until the break of dawn until they'd call the police, given his less tolerable criminal efforts. It was then certainly not their fault - nor indeed did they even remain outside long enough to notice it - that Bill's bus, just three blocks down the avenue, was hit by a train.

Bill's last thoughts was that, maybe, he had accomplished something after all. Then he remembered the conversation he had with his granddaughter yesterday and how she teased him and pranced in front of the webcam, saying 'Wiggle wiggle wi-

Bill Dixon has been kicked out of the band. His real name was agleaminranks.

His role song was 'Letter from the Leviathan' off Viaticum and he was vanilla mafia.

[Ricochet]

'Ok, so now what?' Potter asked, when the final six returned in the Auditorium Hall.
'Well...' said Coltrane. 'Let's play something.'
'Something by Mingus!', suggested none other than Mingus.
'Alright already!', gestured Fleck. 'Let's get this over with.'
And the big band of six (err seven with Neyman) played Mingus' Better Get Hit in Yo' Soul and it all sounded good. Even Fletcher was so content, that when they finished playing, he was out the door.
'And now what?' Potter asked again.
'Well...' Miles gave his cheeky input. 'Let's wrap it up, the old fashioned way...Five, six, seven and-'

'Wait, wait, wait, hol' on, hoool on' Miles then interjected. 'This sounded rather flukey, don't you think? Let's try it one mo' time. Five, six, seven and-'

Esbjörn Svensson Trio Mafia has concluded! The civilian jazz players have won!
Congratulations to a2thezebra, DrWilgy, G-Man, ika, Long Con, Metalmarsh89, Polo, sig, Silverwolf and Vompatti.
Thanks for playing, everyone!
Many thanks to MP for modding and to SVS for helping out.

[Ricochet]

Setup walkthrough

Signup phase

Every player who confirmed participation was asked to optionally send to the Host via PM two or three names of jazz players that he/she liked the most, in case he/she were familiar with this genre. Period, subgenre and instrument(s) mattered not; the only rules were that it had to be a specific artist (i.e. not a band or ensemble) and that he/she could not have chosen Esbjörn Svensson.

One of the players' choices would thus become his/her sock account pseudonym.

In case a player would pass on choosing his/her favourites, the Mod of Duty would then be appointed as mediator. His temporary role was the following

Neutral Connoisseur.

You must pick the name of a jazz player for forum members that, during the signup process, have passed on doing this thing themselves. Please inform the Host via PM of your pick. Person, genre, jazz period, instrument(s) matter not; the only rules are that it must be a specific individual (i.e. not ensembles or bands) and it cannot be Esbjörn Svensson. You will not be told which other names have been already picked or named, but in case your pick should come in conflict with already chosen ones, the Host will let you know. You will not be told which forum member you're choosing for.

Game phase
Civilian Roles

"Hands Off" from When Everyone Has Gone. Civilian doctor. Every Night, can choose to protect a player from being nightkilled.
"Breadbasket" from Live '95. Vanilla civilian.
"Bemsha Swing" from Plays Monk. Vanilla civilian.
"Semblance Part II" from Winter in Venice. Vanilla civilian.
"Serenade for the Renegade" from Strange Place to Snow. Vanilla civilian.
"Elevation of Love" from Seven Days of Falling. Vanilla civilian.
"Dolores in a Shoestand" from Tuesday Wonderland. Vanilla civilian.
"The Rube Thing" from Live in Hamburg. Vanilla civilian.
"Jazz" from Leucocyte. Civilian cop. Every Night, can check a player to determine his role and alignment. Receives one free ID on another civilian at the end of D0.
"The Left Lane" from 301. Vanilla civilian.

Mafia Roles

"Dodge the Dodo" from From Gagarin's Point of View. Mafia godfather. Will be read as civilian if checked by the civilian cop.
"The Wraith" from Good Morning Susie Soho. Vanilla mafia.
"Letter from the Leviathan" from Viaticum. Vanilla mafia.

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a2thezebra, having chosen Mingus among her jazz names and having been assigned as such, met during role distribution the conditions to be granted an extra ability:

Additionally and exceptionally, you are also a Mingussanifier (or Timmersanifier). You get a one-time night power to target a player with curse that player to post in an insanified way during the subsequent Day phase. The "Timmer"variation of this curse usually meant, in past games, that the cursed player had to post "Timmer" instead of any names or pronouns in every sentence he wrote. You can choose to curse him to write "Mingus", but it is up to you to evaluate the consequences of doing that. You can also choose any other keyword you might prefer, but usually "Timmer" had the most memetic impact in past games.

You can use it only starting Night 1 and it will take effect if and only if you survive the Night in which you sent the action.

She would have been granted this ability if and only if she drew a civilian role (which she did).

Apologies for colouring outside the 3-role guidelines with this and apologies to the player who got insanified, but it was too fun not to reference Mingus (i.e. his album called Mingus, Mingus, Mingus, Mingus, Mingus, for instance) this way. (Then again, ika's response to being cursed with this was pretty, uhm, "eloquent...)

[Ricochet]

Socks distribution

In order of signing up:

Metalmarsh89's picks were Hiromi Uehara, Thelonious Monk, John Coltrane. He was assigned Hiromi Uehara.
agleaminranks' picks were Robert Glasper, Bill Dixon, Brad Mehldau. He was assigned Bill Dixon.
a2thezebra's picks were Vince Guaraldi, Charles Mingus, Serge Bringolf. She was assigned Charles Mingus.
Polo's picks were Chris Potter, Dave Holland, Tony Williams. He was assigned Chris Potter.
sig passed on picking jazz players. The Neutral Connoisseur was appointed and picked John Coltrane for him.
Sorsha's pick was Tito Puente. She was assigned Tito Puente.
Long Con's picks were Louis Armstrong, Miles Davis and John Coltrane. Coltrane was already taken. He was assigned Miles Davis.
ika passed on picking jazz players. The Neutral Connoisseur was appointed and picked Béla Fleck for him.
Silverwolf's picks were Merl Saunders, Billie Holiday and Louis Armstrong. She was assigned Billie Holiday.
DrWilgy hesitated to provide me with picks. Then, he googled Fats Navarro. He was assigned Fats Navarro.
Vompatti's picks were Ornette Coleman, Chet Baker and Andrew Hill. He was assigned Ornette Coleman.
G-Man's pick was Vince Guaraldi. Luckily I had not assigned Guaraldi as zebra's first choice. Thus, G-Man was assigned Vince Guaraldi.
Scotty's picks were Michael Bublé, Harry Connick Jr. and Ella Fitzgerald. He was assigned Michael Bublé.

Thanks to sprityo and Matt for signing up as replacements, even if you never got to sub.

Roles distribution

agleaminranks was serious in wanting to be a Viaticum-related role, so I granted him that wish. I hinted in private that he should be careful what he wishes for, but he replied YOLO. All the other 12 roles were randomly distributed, as seen below:

Proof

In order of game roles (alignment > E.S.T. albums chronology)

"Hands Off" from When Everyone Has Gone | Miles Davis | Long Con
"Breadbasket" from Live '95 | Chris Potter | Polo
"Bemsha Swing" from Plays Monk | Charles Mingus | a2thezebra
"Semblance Part II" from Winter in Venice | Béla Fleck | ika
"Serenade for the Renegade" from Strange Place to Snow | John Coltrane | sig
"Elevation of Love" from Seven Days of Falling | Billie Holiday | Silverwolf
"Dolores in a Shoestand" from Tuesday Wonderland | Hiromi Uehara | Metalmarsh89
"The Rube Thing" from Live in Hamburg | Fats Navarro | DrWilgy
"Jazz" from Leucocyte | Vompatti | Ornette Coleman
"The Left Lane" from 301 | Vince Guaraldi | G-Man

"Dodge the Dodo" from From Gagarin's Point of View | Michael Bublé | Scotty
"The Wraith" from Good Morning Susie Soho | Tito Puente | Sorsha
"Letter from the Leviathan" from Viaticum | Bill Dixon | agleaminranks

[nutellaphant]

Go civs!

RIP baddies.

[Ricochet]

Important!

Please clear out your sock accounts by erasing your messages
and resetting your password (if changed) to:

estmafia1

Inform here in the thread once you have done so.

[Ricochet]

Now that the game has concluded, an MVP must be voted, so he can qualify for the All-Star Heist Whatiscalled.

Please send me via PM your nomination for the E.S.T. Mafia MVP. You have 24 hours, but I would suggest you do it, like, right now... (people will usually tend to forget, otherwise).

There's also been some real quality roleplaying, so please nominate a player for the E.S.T. Best Roleplay award, as well!

(I don't remember, can non-players vote as well...?)

[Ricochet]

Finally, and this is highly exceptional for a Heist game, but I also took the liberty to craft some banners for this game.



And one for me.

[Epignosis]

Had I signed up, I would have gone with Bill Evans, Astrid Gilberto, or Niels-Henning Ørsted Pedersen. I would have been happy with any of them. Or Joe Pass.

[Towny McTownface]

Sweet! Combining ISO reads to my vote analysis really paid off. Have to laugh at the fact that I voted for a baddie for a pointless reason Day 1. I'm glad my notes brought me back around to him. Go civvies!