The Syndicate

Congratulations! S~V~S, Moving Pictures, and Kate, if this was the real game, I would give you all banners.

S~V~S wrote:RIP Mata

Um meanwhile what? We wait?

Kate wrote:August 8th is my birthday.

Meanwhile...

(Holding log directly in front of her, instead of the usual position
cradled in her arms.)

"A log is a portion of a tree. (Turning end of log to camera.)
At the end of a crosscut log--many of you know this--there are rings.
Each ring represents one year in the life of the tree. How long it
takes to a grow a tree!

"I don't mind telling you some things. Many things I, I musn't say.
Just notice that my fireplace is boarded up. (She glances over her
right shoulder at the fireplace and the camera moves over to it,
where we see the opening covered by plywood.) There will never be
a fire there.

"On the mantelpiece, in that jar, are some of the ashes of my husband.
(Camera pans up to the mantel where we see a vase, a pipe stand, and
some old pictures--none recognizable.)

(Camera pans back down to Log Lady.) "My log hears things I cannot
hear. But my log tells me about the sounds, about the new words.
Even though it has stopped growing larger, my log is aware."




53. INT. ROOM ABOVE THE CONVENIENCE STORE - DAY

SIX PEOPLE in a large, barren, filthy room. Cheap plastic storm
windows flap in the cold wind. In the foreground the Man From
Another Place (Mike) and BOB sit at a formica table. Behind them
on plastic torn chairs huddle MRS. TREMOND and her GRANDSON. TWO
BIG WOODSMEN with full beards sit quietly.

FIRST WOODSMAN
(subtitled)
We have descended from pure air.

MAN FROM ANOTHER PLACE
(subtitled)
Going up and down. Intercourse between
the two worlds.

BOB
(subtitled)
Light of new discoveries.

MRS. TREMOND
(subtitled)
Why not be composed of materials and
combinations of atoms?

MRS. TREMOND'S GRANDSON
(subtitled)
This is no accident.

MAN FROM ANOTHER PLACE
(subtitled)
This is a formica table. Green is its
color.


(CONTINUED)


**


August 8, 1991 37.


53. CONTINUED:

He touches the table.

FIRST WOODSMAN
(subtitled)
Our world.

MAN FROM ANOTHER PLACE
(subtitled)
With chrome. Any everything will
proceed cyclically.

SECOND WOODSMAN
(subtitled)
Boneless.

MIKE
(subtitled)
Yes, find the middle place.

Bob begins to scream with anger.

BOB
(subtitled)
I HAVE THE FURY OF MY OWN MOMENTUM.

TREMOND'S GRANDSON
(subtitled)
Fell a victim.

The Man From Another Place raises his hand.

MAN FROM ANOTHER PLACE
(subtitled)
Fire Walk With Me...

Bob claps his hand and a circle of fire appears in the room.

BOB
(subtitled)
Fire Walk With Me.

THROUGH THE CIRCLE

We see the RED ROOM.

ON THE SCENE

Bob crawls into the Red Room and Mike starts to yell and leaps in
after him.

SECOND WOODSMAN
(subtitled)
Thus time moves on.




Matahari is dead. You have 24 hours.

Sometimes nature plays tricks on us and we imagine we are something other than what we truly are. Is this a key to life in general? Or the case of the two-headed schizophrenic? Both heads thought the other was following itself. Finally, when one head wasn’t looking, the other shot the other right between the eyes and, of course, killed himself.



Russtifinko is dead. He was the Log Lady. He was also possessed by BOB. It is now Night 6, you have 24 hours to send in your night actions.

I'm still going to count Mata's vote.

"Even the ones who laugh are sometimes caught without an answer:
these creatures who introduce themselves but we swear we have met
them somewhere before.

"Yes, look in the mirror. What do you see? Is it a dream, or a
nightmare? Are we being introduced against our will? Are they
mirrors?

"I can see the smoke. I can smell the fire. The battle is drawing
nigh."



CATCH YOU WITH MY DEATH BAG. YOU MAY THINK I'VE GONE INSANE... BUT I PROMISE, I WILL KILL AGAIN.



Vompatti has been killed. It is now Day 6. You have 24 hours.

Matahari wrote:ok, so someone please straighten me out here. Does this mean that MP, Rox, Russti and SVS are bad? Or substitute Vomps for SVS? And why isnt the game over?

I wish I could write you a melody so plain, that could hold you, dear lady, from going insane. That could ease you and cool you, and cease the pain.

You have 24 hours to send in Night Actions.

"Sometime ideas, like men, jump up and say 'hello'. They introduce
themselves, these ideas, with words. Are they words? These ideas
speak so strangely.

"All that we see in this world is based on someone's ideas. Some ideas
are destructive, some are constructive. Some ideas can arrive in the
form of a dream. I can say it again: some ideas arrive in the form of
a dream."



FADE IN:

INT. DALE COOPER'S HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

COOPER, in bed, adjusts his pillow and turns off the light.




CUT TO:

INT. DALE COOPER'S HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

We see COOPER asleep in bed, sleeping fitfully. With a flash of light and a thunderous like sound we see ...

FADE OUT:


FADE IN:

INT. WAITING ROOM

We see a large, windowless, well-lit, sparsely furnished, red-draped room with a table and three easy chairs. DALE COOPER, twenty-five years older, sits in one of the chairs. A LITTLE MAN, three and a half feet tall, in a red suit, stands with his back to COOPER, shaking violently.

A muffled voice repeatedly says 'Laura', a buzzing of electricity is heard along with the sound of a ceiling fan circulating as we briefly see ...


CUT TO:

INT. PALMER HOUSE - DAY

In slow motion, SARAH runs down the staircase. We can see that the ceiling fan is circulating.


CUT TO:

INT. PALMER HOUSE - DAY

We view the man from SARAH'S vision crouched at the foot of LAURA'S bed behind the bedpost staring up at us.


CUT TO:

INT. PALMER HOUSE - DAY

In slow motion, we finish watching SARAH run down the stairs with the ceiling fan circulating above her.


CUT TO:

INT. ABANDONED TRAINCAR - DAY

We view a bloody towel laying on top of a cabinet lit by a flashlight in the dark interior.


CUT TO:

INT. CALHOUN MEMORIAL HOSPITAL - DAY

We view LAURA'S face on the examining table in the morgue.

FADE OUT:


With the sound of electricity the screen FLASHES white and black.

FADE IN:

INT. DALE COOPER'S HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

COOPER sleeps unrestly in bed, tossing and turning, with his room lit from an unknown source. He continues to dream and we switch between views of COOPER tossing and turning and of his dream ...

MORPH TO:

In a dimly lit room, a man, seen before walking through the hospital, with one arm speaks.

ONE-ARMED MAN
Through the darkness of future past, the magician longs to see. One chants out between two worlds ... fire ... walk with me. ... We lived among the people. I think you say, convenience store. We lived above it. I mean it like it is, like it sounds. I too have been touched by the devilish one. Tattoo on the left shoulder ... oh, but when I saw the face of god, I was changed. I took the entire arm off. My name is Mike. His name is Bob.

MORPH TO:

In a basement we see the man from SARAH'S vision, BOB, a frightening long-haired man, stands beside machinery in a dark room. He looks toward the ceiling as he speaks.

BOB
Mike? Mike, can you hear me?

BOB, in the same surroundings, has one hand on his chest and the other pointing at us as he speaks.

BOB
Catch you with my death bag. You make think I've gone insane ... but I promise, I will kill again.

MORPH TO:

We view a mound of dirt surrounded by twelve lit candles. Suddenly they are blown out.


MORPH TO:

We return to viewing COOPER tossing and turning in his bed and return to the first portion of the dream ...


MORPH TO:

INT. WAITING ROOM

We see a large, windowless, well-lit, sparsely furnished, red-draped room with a table and three easy chairs. DALE COOPER, twenty-five years older, sits in one of the chairs. Next to it is a coffee table with a model of Saturn. A LITTLE MAN, three and a half feet tall, in a red suit, stands with his back to COOPER, shaking violently. Two of the easy chairs are close together. Beside them are two tall Saturn lamps. A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN who looks exactly like LAURA PALMER sits across from COOPER in one of those chairs.

COPPER stares at the BEAUTIFUL WOMAN and she stares back at him. He turns to look at the LITTLE MAN. The LITTLE MAN stops shaking, turns to COOPER and claps his hands once.

LITTLE MAN
Let's rock!

The LITTLE MAN moves over and sits in a chair beside the BEAUTIFUL WOMAN. The LITTLE MAN closes his eyes and rubs his hands slowly together, a ringing sound is produced.

SOUND EFFECT: SPIRIT PRESENCE RINGING 20K

COOPER looks at the BEAUTIFUL WOMAN, who is still staring at him and smiles enigmatically. She slowly puts a finger to the side of her nose and then slowly lowers her hand, almost pointing at him as it drops. As the LITTLE MAN rubs his hands, a shadow of a bird passes in the background behind the red drapes.

Both the LITTLE MAN'S and the BEAUTIFUL WOMAN'S speech is oddly stilted but COOPER'S speech is normal. We see subtitles under them, with the correct words. The LITTLE MAN stops rubbing his hands, opens his eyes, turns to COOPER and says ...

LITTLE MAN
I've got good news! That gum you like is going to ... come back in style.

COOPER sits quietly listening to him and turns to the BEAUTIFUL WOMAN. The LITTLE MAN turns to look at the WOMAN and then back to COOPER.

LITTLE MAN
She's my cousin, ... but doesn't she look ... almost exactly like Laura Palmer?

COOPER
But it is Laura Palmer. Are you Laura Palmer?

BEAUTIFUL WOMAN
I feel like I know her, (distressed) but sometimes my arms bend back.

LITTLE MAN
She's filled with secrets. Where we're from, the birds sing a pretty song ... and there's always music in the air.

TUNE: DANCE OF THE DREAM MAN

Strange saxophone music filters into the air. The LITTLE MAN hops off the chair and begins to dance a strange dance. A light, like a strobelight, flashes on and off. The BEAUTIFUL WOMAN rises, goes over, and gently kisses COOPER on the mouth. She then softly whispers something in his ear.



thellama is dead. He was Andy. He was not possessed by BOB. It is now Da-FIRE WALK WITH ME!

"A hotel. A nightstand. A drawer pull on the drawer. A drawer
pull of a nightstand in the room of a hotel. What could possibly
be happening on or in this drawer pull? How many drawer pulls
exist in this world? Thousands, maybe millions.

"What is a drawer pull? This drawer pull--why is it featured so
prominently in a life or in a death of one woman who was caught
in a web of power? Can a victim of power end in any way connected
to a drawer pull? How can this be?"


Oh, mares eat oats; and does eat oats; and little lambs
eat ivy/A kiddledeet ivy too, wouldn't you?
Oh, mares eat oats; and does eat oats; and little lambs
eat ivy/A kiddledeet ivy too, wouldn't you?
Oh, mares eat oats; and does eat oats; and little lambs
eat ivy/A kiddledeet ivy too, wouldn't you?
Oh, mares eat oats; and does eat oats; and little lambs
eat ivy/A kiddledeet ivy too, wouldn't you?
Oh, mares eat oats; and does eat oats; and little lambs
eat ivy/A kiddledeet ivy too, wouldn't you?
Oh, mares eat oats; and does eat oats; and little lambs
eat ivy/A kiddledeet ivy too, wouldn't you?
Oh, mares eat oats; and does eat oats; and little lambs
eat ivy/A kiddledeet ivy too, wouldn't you?
Oh, mares eat oats; and does eat oats; and little lambs
eat ivy/A kiddledeet ivy too, wouldn't you?
Oh, mares eat oats; and does eat oats; and little lambs
eat ivy/A kiddledeet ivy too, wouldn't you?
Oh, mares eat oats; and does eat oats; and little lambs
eat ivy/A kiddledeet ivy too, wouldn't you?
Oh, mares eat oats; and does eat oats; and little lambs
eat ivy/A kiddledeet ivy too, wouldn't you?
Oh, mares eat oats; and does eat oats; and little lambs
eat ivy/A kiddledeet ivy too, wouldn't you?
Oh, mares eat oats; and does eat oats; and little lambs
eat ivy/A kiddledeet ivy too, wouldn't you?
Oh, mares eat oats; and does eat oats; and little lambs
eat ivy/A kiddledeet ivy too, wouldn't you?
Oh, mares eat oats; and does eat oats; and little lambs
eat ivy/A kiddledeet ivy too, wouldn't you?
Oh, mares eat oats; and does eat oats; and little lambs
eat ivy/A kiddledeet ivy too, wouldn't you?



Nobody has died. You have 24 hours.

"As above, so below. The human being finds himself, or herself, in
the middle. There is as much space outside the human, proportionately,
as inside.

"Stars, moons, and planets remind us of protons, neutrons, and
electrons. Is there a bigger being walking with all the stars
within? Does our thinking affect what goes on outside us, and
what goes on inside us? I think it does.

"Where does creamed corn figure into the workings of the universe?
What really *is* creamed corn? Is it a symbol for something else?"




9. INT. TREMOND APARTMENT - DAY

A shadowy interior. Pill bottles of every size and description on litter the room. An old woman, MRS. TREMOND, reclines in bed. A SMALL BOY stands before her. He wears a dark suit. The boy's hands move gracefully through the air, perform a magic card trick. The old woman expectorates quietly into a handkerchief. She mutters.





Oh, mares eat oats; and does eat oats; and little lambs
eat ivy/A kiddledeet ivy too, wouldn't you?
Oh, mares eat oats; and does eat oats; and little lambs
eat ivy/A kiddledeet ivy too, wouldn't you?
Oh, mares eat oats; and does eat oats; and little lambs
eat ivy/A kiddledeet ivy too, wouldn't you?
Oh, mares eat oats; and does eat oats; and little lambs
eat ivy/A kiddledeet ivy too, wouldn't you?



Birdwithteeth is dead. He was James Hurley. He was not possessed by BOB. You have 24 hours to PM me your night actions.

"There are clues everywhere--all around us. But the puzzle maker
is clever. The clues, although surrounding us, are somehow mistaken
for something else. And the something else--the *wrong* interpretation
of the clues--we call our world. Our world is a magical smoke
screen. How should we interpret the happy song of the meadowlark,
or the robust flavor of a wild strawberry?"



MEANWHILE/digjdrhk;lhfg

GORDON,
IT'S 10:10 A.M.
ON FEBRUARY 16th.
I WAS WORRIED
ABOUT TODAY
BECAUSE OF THE DREAM
I TOLD YOU ABOUT.
GORDON!
GORDON!
GORDON!
PHILIP,
IS THAT YOU?
PHILIP?
COOPER,
MEET THE LONG-LOST
PHILIP JEFFRIES!
YOU MAY HAVE
HEARD OF HIM
FROM THE ACADEMY!
WELL, NOW...
I'M NOT GOING TO
TALK ABOUT JUDY.
IN FACT, WE'RE NOT GOING
TO TALK ABOUT JUDY AT ALL.
WE'RE GOING TO
KEEP HER OUT OF IT.
GORDON.
WHO DO YOU THINK
THIS IS THERE?
SUFFERED SOME BUMPS
ON THE OLD NOGGIN,
EH, PHIL?
WHAT THE HELL
DID HE SAY THERE,
ALBERT?
THAT'S SPECIAL AGENT
DALE COOPER!
FOR GOD'S SAKES,
JEFFRIES, WHERE THE HELL
HAVE YOU BEEN?
YOU'VE BEEN GONE
DAMN NEAR TWO YEARS!
[JEFFRIES]
I SURE AS HELL
WANT TO TELL YOU
EVERYTHING.
[JEFFRIES]
OH, BELIEVE ME.
I FOLLOWED.
[JEFFRIES]
IT WAS A DREAM.
WE LIVE
INSIDE A DREAM.
[JEFFRIES]
THE RING.
[ECHO]
RING.
IT WAS ABOVE
A CONVENIENCE
STORE.
[JEFFRIES]
LISTEN, ALL.
LISTEN CAREFULLY.
I'VE BEEN TO ONE
OF THEIR MEETINGS.
[JEFFRIES] ELGA,
BABY! DAMN! NO,
I FOUND SOMETHING!
AND THEN
THERE THEY WERE.
AAH!
AAH!
[COLE] HE'S GONE!
HE'S GONE! ALBERT,
CALL THE FRONT DESK!
I'VE GOT
THE FRONT DESK NOW.
HE WAS NEVER HERE.


Snow Dog has died. It is now Day 4. You have 24 hours to vote. Good luck.

A poem as lovely as a tree:

As the night wind blows, the boughs move to and fro.
The rustling, the magic rustling that brings on the dark dream.
The dream of suffering and pain.
Pain for the victim, pain for the inflicter of pain.
A circle of pain, a circle of suffering.
Woe to the ones who behold the pale horse.


Nobody has died. It is now Night 3, you have 24 hours to PM me your night actions.

Still not the Day Post.

Kate wrote:I must have refreshed this page about 9000 times today...

Writing up the Day post now...

thellama73 wrote:

insertnamehere wrote:

S~V~S wrote:

Snow Dog wrote:

Vompatti wrote:I'm always quiet and I'm always being suspected for being quiet. I prefer to sit and listen unless I have something significant to contribute.

Incidentally I think we should trust Kate and be doubtful of thellama instead.

Oh so pingy. The Llama and I are confirmed civvies. What have you got as evidence? Even if he was posessed last night you still have nothing to go on.

Confirmed civvies??

What I would assume is Nevin checked you for James, and did not die either night, so there is a 50% chance you are not BOB. ??

I am on phone, did INH answer my question about the baddies being able to choose not to kill?

No, they have to kill someone every night, unless they get a vote.

I had another question about the recruits that I think is unclear from the role descriptions. Does EACH of Bob's recruits get a night kill unless THEY receiev a vote, or do the recruits kill as a team unless ANY of them gets a vote?

Each get's an NK.

PUBLIC NOTICE: In my rush to leave, I forgot to add SVS and Birdwithteeth to the poll, and even more important, I changed the poll end time to tomorrow afternoon, not in two days. I probably will not be able to log on again until tomorrow afternoon.

S~V~S wrote:

Snow Dog wrote:

Vompatti wrote:I'm always quiet and I'm always being suspected for being quiet. I prefer to sit and listen unless I have something significant to contribute.

Incidentally I think we should trust Kate and be doubtful of thellama instead.

Oh so pingy. The Llama and I are confirmed civvies. What have you got as evidence? Even if he was posessed last night you still have nothing to go on.

Confirmed civvies??

What I would assume is Nevin checked you for James, and did not die either night, so there is a 50% chance you are not BOB. ??

I am on phone, did INH answer my question about the baddies being able to choose not to kill?

No, they have to kill someone every night, unless they get a vote.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Yet there are those who open many eyes. Eyes are the mirror of the soul, someone has said. So we look closely at the eyes to see the nature of the soul. Sometimes when we see the eyes--those horrible times when we see the eyes, eyes that ... that have no soul--then we know a darkness, then we wonder: where is the beauty? There is none if the eyes are soulless.


(I have no time to look up, and format an excerpt from the show.)


LUCY'S COLUMN:
This is the list I found of people that need investigation.
1. Vompatti, very quiet and mysterious. A cold hearted killer?
2. Birdwithteeth, always rushing in to read up on things. Hey wait! Stick around awhile! Oh yeah, you're busy...
3. Matahri or Blindfaeth, well the name has changed but the suspicions haven't.
4. Kate, oh Kate, what did you do? Careless or cruel?


Nobody has died. It is now Day 3. You have 24 hours to find out who killed Laura Palmer, and Maddy Ferguson.

NOTICE:

The night will end tomorrow morning, around 9-10 AM CST, so get your PM's in early!

A drunken man walks in a way that is quite impossible for a sober man to imitate, and vice versa. An evil man has a way, no matter how clever--to the trained eye, his way will show itself. Am I being too secretive? No. One can never answer questions at the wrong moment. Life, like music, has a rhythm. This particular song will end with three sharp notes, like deathly drumbeats.


MADELEINE
I'm going to leave these down here tonight. I'll be all
ready to get an early start.

Behind her in the alcove, ??? comes down the stairs, stops to look at himself/herself in the mirror. She/He smoothes back his/her hair. We move to notice that the face staring back out of the mirror is "Bob."

We follow ???'s hand into his/her pocket. She/He takes out a pair of rubber surgical gloves and starts to put them on as he/she moves toward the living room.

Madeleine has finished fussing over her luggage. She turns and notices Sarah and Leland stretched out on the floor beside the sofa.

MADELEINE
Aunt Sarah? ... Uncle Leland?? ...

As she bends over to look at her, ??? moves in behind her, raising his hands.


Nevinera is dead. He was Maddy. She was not possessed. It is now Night 2, you have 24 hours to send me your night actions.

Another public notice, from Wednesday morning to Thursday afternoon, I won't have wi-fi, and I'll end the night early, and begin the next day that morning.

I am now looking for a replacement for MovingPictures, by the way.

Effective immediately, Matahari has replaced blindfaeth.

Epignosis wrote:Taking someone's real life personal details (income, race, religion, politics, education, sexual preference, diet, occupation, immigration status, or creepy doll collection) into account when participating in Mafia is a pretty foolish strategy, isn't it?

In any event, if one has evidence of this happening, I am but a private message away.

^This.

Kate wrote:Inh, was the lynch yesterday a tie?

No.

Kate wrote:The poll doesn't work...

How does it not work?

Miscommunication sometimes leads to arguments and arguments sometimes lead to fights. Anger is usually present in arguments and fights. Anger is an emotion, usually classified as a negative emotion. Negative emotions can cause severe problems in our environment and to the health of our body. Happiness, usually classified as a positive emotion, can bring good health to our body and spread positive vibrations into our environment. Sometimes when we are ill we are not on our best behavior. By ill, I mean any of the following: physically ill, emotionally ill, mentally ill, and / or spiritually ill.


LUCY'S COLUMN:
I hope Andy is safe with that killer around. Blindfaeth seems awfully twitchy. I hope he has nothing to hide. Oh, Andy, be careful out there! Agent Cooper had better look after him.


CUT TO:

EXT. CABIN - DAY

They all reach the side of the cabin and slowly, with guns drawn, walk outside the exterior log wall toward the front of the cabin. As they pass a window they duck down slightly. Unexpectedly, the 'LOG LADY' MARGARET LANTERMEN, holding her log, walks around the corner and meets them face to face. Caught off guard HAWK, TRUMAN and COOPER all point their weapons at her.

LOG LADY
'Bout time you got here. They move so slowly when their not afraid.

She walks off around the corner. Under the porch of the cabin, she turns and sees that HAWK, COOPER, SHERIFF TRUMAN and DR. HAYWARD are hanging back a distance away.

LOG LADY
Come on then. My log does not judge.

She walks into her cabin.

CUT TO:

INT. LOG LADY'S CABIN - DAY

From inside the cabin we watch SHERIFF TRUMAN put his rifle down and DR. HAYWARD puts his walking stick down on a bench just outside the door way. A teapot can be heard whistling from the stove. HAWK, SHERIFF TRUMAN and DR. HAYWARD enter but stand near the door. COOPER stands underneath the doorway, just behind them. The LOG LADY pours the hot water from the kettle into a teapot.

LOG LADY
I've got tea. I've got cookies. No cake.

COOPER
That's very kind of you ma'am but I don't believe that we...

HAWK puts his hand up to silence COOPER.

HAWK
What kind of cookies?

LOG LADY
Sugar. The owls won't see us in here.

HAWK turns to SHERIFF TRUMAN, nods and moves to take a seat at the table. DR. HAYWARD follows suit.

DR. HAYWARD
(removes his hat) Cup'a tea would be very nice.

COOPER and SHERIFF TRUMAN are still at the door. COOPER moves to talk to him but is interrupted by ...

LOG LADY
Shut your eyes and you'll burst into flames.

SHERIFF TRUMAN
(smiles) Thanks Margaret.

The LOG LADY places the teapot onto the table and sits down. SHERIFF TRUMAN and COOPER move to take a seat at the table.

LOG LADY
We'll let it steep.

COOPER moves to grab a sugar cookie from a nearby tray. The LOG LADY slaps his hand as he touches a cookie.

LOG LADY
Wait for the tea. The fish aren't running.

HAWK grins at him.

SHERIFF TRUMAN
You've been expecting us Margaret?

LOG LADY
Your two days late ... but that's your concern. My log saw something. Something significant.

COOPER
What did your log see?

LOG LADY
Tea first. Then be ready.

She pours each of them a cup of tea.

SHERIFF TRUMAN
(after she pours him some tea) Thanks.

LOG LADY
My husband was a logging man.

COOPER
Oh.

LOG LADY
He met the devil. Fire is the devil hiding like a coward in the smoke.

DR. HAYWARD
It was the day after the wedding. Wasn't it Margaret?

HAWK
The wood holds many spirits. Doesn't it Margaret?

The LOG LADY picks up her log off the floor beside her, puts it in her arms and holds it towards COOPER.

LOG LADY
You can ask it now.

COOPER looks to SHERIFF TRUMAN, who nods to him to go on. COOPER bends slightly toward the log and says ...

TUNE: WALKING IN THE DARK (MIX)

COOPER
What did you see that night? The night Laura Palmer was killed.

LOG LADY
Sshhh, (pats the log) I'll do the talking. Dark. Laughing. The owls were flying. Many things were blocked. Laughing. Two men, two girls. Flashlights pass by in the woods over the ridge. The owls were near. The dark was-was pressing in on her. Quiet then. Later, footsteps. One man pass by. Screams far away. Terrible, terrible. One voice.

COOPER
Man or girl?

LOG LADY
Girl. Further up, over the ridge. The owls were silent.



It is now Day 2. You have 24 hours to find out who murdered Laura Palmer, and prosecute them.

Yes, you would.

Just now found this.

I play my part on my stage. I tell what I can to form the perfect answer. But that answer cannot come before all are ready to hear. So I tell what I can to form the perfect answer. Sometimes my anger at the fire is evident. Sometimes it is not anger, really. It may appear as such, but could it be a clue? The fire I speak of is not a kind fire.



CUT TO:

2. INT. WINDOM EARLE'S CABIN - DAY

START CLOSE on WINDOM EARLE. Seated in an armchair, pipe in hand, avuncular in aspect, he begins:

EARLE
Once upon a time, there was a place of great goodness
called the White Lodge. Fawns gamboled there amidst
happy laughing spirits. The sounds of innocence and
laughter filled the air. When it rained it rained sweet
nectar that paralyzed the heart with the desire to live
one's life in truth and beauty.
(beat)
Generally speaking, a ghastly place reeking of virtue's
sour smell, engorged with the whispered prayers of
kneeling mothers, mewling newborns, and fools young
and old compelled to do good without reason. But, I
am pleased to note, our story does not end in this place
of saccharine excess.

As he speaks, CAMERA PANS from Earle, travels toward his unseen audience, revealing LEO JOHNSON seated cross-legged on the floor, as if listening to a bedtime story.

EARLE
For there is another place, its opposite, of almost
unimaginable power, chock full of dark forces and
vicious secrets. No prayers dare penetrate this frightful
maw. Spirits there care not for good deeds and priestly
invocations. They are as like to rip the muscle from
our bones as greet you with a happy g'day. And, if
harnessed, these spirits, this hidden land of unmuffled
screams and broken hearts, will offer up a power so vast
that its bearer might reorder the earth itself to his liking.
(beat)
This place I speak of, is known as the Black Lodge. And
I intend to find it.

CAMERA CONTINUES to PAN, reveals a dull-witted YOUTH seated at Leo's school desk. Long stringy hair, head band, a vacant stare. Some sullen refugee from a speed metal talent show.

YOUTH
Listen, man. The story's cool. But you promised me
beer. Besides, you told me there was gonna be a party up
here. Black Lodge, White Lodge, like what's the big
deal?

CAMERA CONCLUDES its move, HOLDS ON Earle's computer screen, where we see a computer rendering of the hieroglyph from Owl Cave.

EARLE
In time, young man. Everything in time.


Boogs has died, he was Windom Earle.

It is now Night 1, you have 24 hours to send in your night actions.

S~V~S wrote:INH, am I allowed to nudge BWT to vote on FB? I mean. If I don't get a vote and something goes wrong with this plan (although we all know that plans like these always turn out so well) I will get the blame.

Also I have. Not read back yet (phone/car) but are we able to self vote? If so I may hold my vote in case BWT fails to vote for me.

Sorry, but it has to be in the thread.

Remember, Ben Horne can change one vote. He could change the vote for himself to whoever he chooses.

Just food for thought.

There is a sadness in this world, for we are ignorant of many things. Yes, we are ignorant of many beautiful things — things like the truth. So sadness, in our ignorance, is very real. The tears are real. What is this thing called a tear? There are even tiny ducts — tear ducts — to produce these tears should the sadness occur. Then the day when the sadness comes — then we ask: "Will this sadness which makes me cry — will this sadness that makes me cry my heart out — will it ever end?" The answer, of course, is yes. One day the sadness will end.



LUCY'S COLUMN:
Vompatti makes me nervous. I am sure he is up to no good. A murderer if ever I saw one.



CUT TO:

INT. PALMER HOUSE - DAY

In the living room, a subdued SARAH PALMER sits on the sofa, wearing a robe. LELAND PALMER is standing next to SARAH.

LELAND
Sarah, darling, I'm sorry to disturb you sweetheart ... but uhm ... Donna Hayward is here. Take this now. (gives SARAH a pill and a glass of water) I'll send her in.

DONNA is standing near the entrance to the room but out of SARAH'S sight. LELAND walks over to DONNA.

LELAND
Try not to upset her.

DONNA
Okay.

DONNA sits beside SARAH on the couch. SARAH sits up straight facing DONNA.

SARAH
I don't know what I'm going to do? I miss her so much, you miss her?

TUNE: VISIONS BEYOND

DONNA
Yes, I miss her so much.

SARAH
I miss her so much ... I miss her so much ... I miss her so much.

SARAH closes her eyes and lays her head low. DONNA, teary eyed, looks at her sadly. DONNA'S hand slowly slides up and touches SARAH'S hand, comforting her. SARAH looks down at the hand and looks up to see LAURA'S face in place of DONNA'S.

SARAH
(overwhelmed) Laura, oh Laura, my baby.

SARAH'S arms reach forward, clutching DONNA and pulling her into an embrace.

SARAH
Oh Laura, my baby.

TUNE ENDS: VISIONS BEYOND

As SARAH holds her, DONNA tries to gently pull away but SARAH won't release her. As SARAH slowly opens her eyes she sees another vision.

CUT TO:

INT. PALMER HOUSE - DAY

TUNE: WALKING IN THE DARK (LAST PORTION)

Viewing SARAH'S vision, a man with long grayish hair and wearing a jean jacket, is crouched behind a bedpost in LAURA'S bedroom. The man is staring right up at her.

CUT TO:

INT. PALMER HOUSE - DAY

SARAH releases DONNA, puts her hands to her head and screams. DONNA is frightened, she stands up and backs away slightly from SARAH. LELAND rushes into the room.

LELAND
Sarah.

SARAH
Leland, Leland.

LELAND holds SARAH as she continues to scream.



It is now Day 1. You have 24 hours to vote out who you think is BOB, and whoever he is possessing. Remember, if whoever BOB's possessing get's a single vote, everybody lives through the night.

I only need a couple more PM's.

I have multiple replacements if BF cannot make it.

Just for future reference, if all the votes have been cast/PM's been received, and I am online, I am more then happy to end a day or night early.

Twin Peaks is on Netflix, and can easily be found from some *cough*less reputable sources.*cough* It's a groundbreaking, awesome show, and just watching the pilot will make everything make more sense.

I carry a log ... yes. Is it funny to you? It is not to me. Behind all things are reasons. Reasons can even explain the absurd. Do we have the time to learn the reasons behind the human being's varied behavior? I think not. Some take the time. Are they called detectives? Watch ... and see what life teaches.



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INT. DOUBLE R DINER - NIGHT

The diner is bustling with dinner traffic. SHERIFF TRUMAN and DALE COOPER are seated at the counter. SHELLY pours SHERIFF TRUMAN some more coffee as COOPER drinks his.

SHELLY
Can I get you anything to go with that, Sheriff?

SHERIFF TRUMAN
Agent Cooper here might want to try a slice of that pie.

COOPER
(brightening) Cherry pie?

SHELLY
Best in the tri-counties.

SHERIFF TRUMAN
And could you ask Norma to stop by a second, Shelly?

SHELLY
Sure thing.

COOPER
(a twinkle in his eye) Nothing's a sure thing Shelly.

SHELLY brandishes a grin at COOPER'S remark and then walks off. COOPER motions a distaste in his mouth.

COOPER
Damn, I still can't get the taste of that fish filtered coffee out of my mouth.

SHERIFF TRUMAN
Me neither. (drinks some coffee)

COOPER
Shelly Johnson with a 'J'?

SHERIFF TRUMAN
Mm-hmm, husband's a trucker, Leo. Minor rap sheet.

COOPER nods and makes a note as he sips his coffee. As he puts the notebook away, he looks around and sees the 'LOG LADY', MARGARET LANTERMEN, seated a couple of chairs away, cradling her log and drinking coffee. COOPER looks back at SHERIFF TRUMAN.

COOPER
(whispers) Log Lady?

SHERIFF TRUMAN
Right.

COOPER

(waves to her) Hi.

Spotting COOPER'S actions, the LOG LADY responds with a sour scowl and looks away. COOPER turns back to SHERIFF TRUMAN.

COOPER
Can I ask her about her log?

SHERIFF TRUMAN
Many have.

COOPER ponders his choices. NORMA JENNINGS walks up to COOPER and SHERIFF TRUMAN and sets down a plate with a slice of cherry pie.

NORMA
Evening, Harry.

SHERIFF TRUMAN
Norma, like to have you meet Special Agent Dale Cooper.

COOPER
(shakes her hand) Federal Bureau of Investigation.

NORMA
Norma Jennings.

COOPER
Mrs. Jennings, is it true that Laura Palmer used to help you with the Meals on Wheels program, delivering hot dinners to elderly shut-ins?

NORMA
Yeah, Laura helped organize the program.

COOPER starts to eat his pie.

SHERIFF TRUMAN
Do you have the names of the people on her route?

NORMA
I could get them for you.

COOPER
Would you please? And uh ... two more pieces of this incredible pie. (takes another bite)

NORMA
(her eyes widen and she smiles at COOPER) Okay.

NORMA moves off. SHERIFF TRUMAN looks at him.

SHERIFF TRUMAN
Man-oh-man, you must have the metabolism of a bumblebee.

As COOPER eats his pie, the LOG LADY comes up to them as she passes.

LOG LADY
For your information, I heard you speaking about Laura Palmer?

COOPER
Yes?

LOG LADY
One day my log will have something to say about this. My Log saw something that night.

COOPER
Really? What did it see?

She holds the log out.

LOG LADY
Ask it.

A moment of silence. COOPER, unsure what to do, peers down at the log. Disappointed by his lack of action the LOG LADY counters ...

LOG LADY
I thought so.

The LOG LADY walks off carrying her log.
TUNE ENDS: DANCE OF THE DREAM MAN





COOPER
Thank you sheriff. Ladies and gentlemen, Federal Bureau of Investigation Special Agent Dale Cooper. One year ago almost to the day in a town in the Southwest corner of this state the body of a young girl named Teresa Banks was found. She had no family, no one came forward to claim her body. It wasn't even news, until today. There are irrefutable similarities that for obvious reasons I can not discuss that lead us to conclude that Laura Palmer was the second and Ronette Pulaski would have been the third victim of the same killer. Now there is a chance that the person that committed these crimes is someone from this town, possibly even someone you know. You are the leaders of this community. It is vitally important that this not turn into a witch hunt. I would strongly suggest a temporary curfew for those under eighteen years of age. Keeping your kids off the streets now may teach them a degree of caution that may protect them in the days and the weeks to come. I will remind you that these crimes occurred at night.



It is now Night 0. You have 24 hours to send in your Night Actions, and to vote in the poll.

Kate wrote:So 12 are white 12 are black. There aare 12 players. Maybe the first set was sent out and the second set is to be sent out?

Inh is it ok for us to reveal if our role is white or black?

Please don't.

MovingPictures07 wrote:Definitely appreciate the summary, Kate. I do think hotel and perhaps even diner make sense, but I also think Russ is right about high school being a good option, so I'm going with that one instead. Something about the hotel (and definitely diner) says to me more unsafe than a high school, but maybe I'm wrong. That and I like to be contrary in Day 0 polls. That's actually probably more of it, lol.

As to the roles, I'm confused there as well. I did notice some role names are in black text and some are in white. Why is that?

If you are going to post spoilers, please post a warning.

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Welcome to Twin Peaks. My name is Margaret Lantermen. I live in Twin Peaks. I am known as the log lady. There is a story behind that. There are many stories in Twin Peaks. Some of them are sad, some funny. Some are stories of madness, of violence. Some are ordinary. Yet they all have about them a sense of mystery. The mystery of life, sometimes the mystery of death. The mystery of the woods, the woods surrounding Twin Peaks. To introduce this story let me just say it encompasses the all. It is beyond the fire. Though few would know that meaning. It is a story of many but it begins with one and I knew her. The one leading to the many is Laura Palmer. Laura is the one.

INT. BLUE PINE LODGE - DAY

We FOCUS on a black porcelain figure of two dogs. We PAN to a nearby mirror and see JOSIE PACKARD, a beautiful Asian woman, in the reflection. Dressed in a pink robe, she is humming as she applies her makeup.

CUT TO:

INT. BLUE PINE LODGE - DAY

CATHERINE MARTELL, a stout woman with curly red hair, is sipping coffee in the kitchen as her husband PETE MARTELL, wearing a hat and tugging fishing gear, walks in. PETE walks up to CATHERINE, kisses his palm and pats her on the cheek. She gives no response. In a dour voice he says ...

PETE
Gone fishing.

He raps his knuckles on the counter and walks out the door.

CUT TO:

INT. BLUE PINE LODGE - DAY

In her room, JOSIE hears a door close and looks around still humming.

CUT TO:

EXT. BLUE PINE LODGE - DAY

PETE, carrying a fishing pole and tackle box, is walking away from his house along a walkway near the lakeshore. There is a sound of a distant foghorn.

PETE

A lonesome foghorn blows.

He stops walking, turns to look out onto the lake and from a distance sees some plastic alongside a colossal cut tree log laying on the lakeside. He slowly walks over to the item and discovers that it is a human form wrapped in plastic.

TUNE ENDS: LAURA PALMER'S THEME


CUT TO:

INT. BLUE PINE LODGE - DAY

In the kitchen, PETE is on the phone and is visibly shaken.

PETE
Oh dear. Lucy, Lucy this is Pete Martell. Lucy put Harry on the horn.

CUT TO:

INT. TWIN PEAKS SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT - DAY

SHERIFF HARRY S. TRUMAN is pouring himself a cup of coffee. LUCY MORAN, in her office, tells SHERIFF TRUMAN which phone to pick up and he stands bewildered in the process.

LUCY
Sheriff its Pete Martell up at the mill. I'm going to transfer it to the phone on the table by the red chair ... the red chair against the wall ... the ... the little table with the lamp on it. The lamp that we moved from the corner. The black phone not the brown phone .

The black phone rings and SHERIFF TRUMAN answers it.

SHERIFF TRUMAN
Morning Pete. Harry

CUT TO:
INT. BLUE PINE LODGE - DAY
PETE
She's dead. Wrapped in plastic.

Welcome to Twin Peaks. It is Day 0. It is your job to find out who killed Laura Palmer. Some people are not who they say they are. Other people do not know who they are yet. All that is certain is that only one can win...


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