Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me Mafia {POSTMORTEM}

#301

Yeah, give it to Nova.

#302

lapluie wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 1:30 am
DharmaHelper wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 1:20 am
MacDougall wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 12:21 am Luna flip a coin between Colin and Nova and give one of them the ring. Lynch all lurkers.
You mean lapalee
We're the same person actually

Apparently

#303

Lunalee wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 11:00 am
lapluie wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 1:30 am
DharmaHelper wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 1:20 am
MacDougall wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 12:21 am Luna flip a coin between Colin and Nova and give one of them the ring. Lynch all lurkers.
You mean lapalee
We're the same person actually
Apparently

Why are you talking to yourself?

#304

Palmer House is for cool people it appears, so I will be there.

I still don't have a clue what is happening in this game....like not even a little bit. DharmaHelper seems fairly confident both in the game thread and in BTS stuff. I trust him as he didn't try anything suspicious like unwanted butt stuff. I'll do what he tells me to. I am DharmaHelper.

#305

reywaS wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 12:03 pm Palmer House is for cool people it appears, so I will be there.

I still don't have a clue what is happening in this game....like not even a little bit. DharmaHelper seems fairly confident both in the game thread and in BTS stuff. I trust him as he didn't try anything suspicious like unwanted butt stuff. I'll do what he tells me to. I am DharmaHelper.

#306

[mention]nutella[/mention] whats up

#307

Wow [mention]MacDougall[/mention] , [mention]novaselinenever[/mention] , this is the first night you two aren't going to the same place. Something happen?

#308

Lunalee wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 4:07 pm Wow @MacDougall , @novaselinenever , this is the first night you two aren't going to the same place. Something happen?

bad breakup or they are splitting up to conquer.

#309

@Marmot, where you at

#310

Oops.

[mention]Marmot[/mention]

#311

ColinIsCool wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 4:50 pm Oops.

@Marmot

Dude's been offline since Friday. Hope things are okay for him.

#312

Lunalee wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 4:07 pm Wow @MacDougall , @novaselinenever , this is the first night you two aren't going to the same place. Something happen?

I wanted to go to the Roadhouse again. He didn't want to since we spent the two past nights there. We got in an argument and ended up breaking up.

#313

This arrangement will suffice. I can't lose at this point.

#314

you can't lose?

#315

JaggedJimmyJay wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 5:58 pm This arrangement will suffice. I can't lose at this point.

That doesn't sound good.

#316

I might lost at INH’s win condition, but my own artificial condition is well in hand. This will be my final post of the day.

#317

#318

[mention]MacDougall[/mention] I gave it to you.

**http://www.last.fm/user/nutella23** · #319

Decided to go with Rey and colin. Lap and nova sound dangerouser

#320

lapluie wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 8:00 pm @MacDougall I gave it to you.

Why would you do that?

#321

I mean, Jay has all but stated that he is at worst self motivated. Why not give it to him? What kind of tomfoolery is this.

#322

nutella wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 8:47 pm Decided to go with Rey and colin. Lap and nova sound dangerouser

Tell me something new.

#323

wym nutella? I am going to die anyways as civ lol

#324

MacDougall wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 8:50 pm I mean, Jay has all but stated that he is at worst self motivated. Why not give it to him? What kind of tomfoolery is this.

I don't know but I've already made my decision

#325

DAY FOUR

EXCERPT FROM LAURA PALMER'S DIARY, AGE 16

Spoiler: show

December 15, 1987

Dear Diary,

I am sorry I have not written in so long, but I've been working so hard! There is so much you don't know!
First of all, I decided to make a deal with the Hornes. I realized, when I was up there last, that Johnny seemed lifeless, unattended to. Sad. So I proposed to them that I would tutor Johnny, three times a week, spend at least an hour, hour and a half with him, reading, talking, etc., for a small amount of cash weekly. They loved the idea, and have agreed to pay me cash, $50 a week, $200 a month.
The money helps me a lot with the coke, but it's mostly nice to be around Johnny because he loves me no matter what I do when I'm not around him. He doesn't hurt me or tease me or want to sleep with me or tie me up or cut me or any of the millions of things I feel like people do to me all the time. . . . Always touching me and taking something, always wanting more, and more and more.
All Johnny wants is for me to read to him. Sleeping Beauty is his favorite. He likes to rest his head in my lap and look up at me as I read to him. We take a moment every so often to look at the pictures, and I will sometimes have to explain the pictures, as well as some parts of the story, in a way that Johnny will better understand them. He often gets this very confused, lost look on his face, as if he is afraid he doesn't understand anything. I always stop when I see him feeling that way and go over it with him.
Many afternoons we go out onto the front lawn and play with his bow and arrow. He has these rubber buffalo that he shoots down from across the yard. He smiles so beautifully when he hits them. It's his high. It is the strangest scene. Johnny out on the lawn, the grass a blinding green under his moccasins, his arrow tight in the bow as he pulls back, smiling. He releases it after several minutes of concentration. The arrow seems to move at a slower than possible pace, Johnny lowers his arms, rises onto his tiptoes, and waits. . . . Direct hit. He's in the air, jumping, jumping. Then turns to me and smiles this smile of such excitement.
"Indian!" he exclaims.
I congratulate him on a fine shot, and encourage several more. He is always pleased to do so. I have to do a lot of lines around Johnny, or rather, in the bathroom . . . as often as needed.
It is horrible when I lose patience with him. It happened once and I felt miserable until I was certain he had either forgotten the incident or had forgiven me.
I will not go into the details, because my behavior was too horrible. To put it simply, I did a convincing as hell imitation of ███. It was cruel. The ugliest I had ever felt. I made sure to apologize and explain as best I could as soon as it happened. I wanted him to know I realized it and stopped.
I went and scraped up enough out of the bullet and a couple vials at the bottom of my purse, to get high. I could think. It's only hard when I don't have it. That's why Bobby and I are seeing each other so innocently and so frequently. But you don't know about all that, do you? Well, hang on.
I have to open up the bedpost here . . . and do a couple lines before Mom comes up to tell me I've got dishes, garbage, etc., to take care of. Shit, I can't believe how different my life is when I simply walk out the front door of this house.
I'll be back as soon as I can.

Laura

December 16, 1987

Dear Diary,

I'm sorry that it is a whole day later, but Mom and I had a talk in the kitchen while I did the dishes, and it lasted almost four hours. Dad came home and joined us for about forty-five minutes before heading up to bed early.
I guess Benjamin has him working pretty hard on some new plan. Dad just rolls his eyes when Mom and I ask how it's going.
Sometimes I think that my mom and I could be the best of friends. Every once in a while I will look into her eyes and think, I wonder if Mom has ever felt anything that I'm feeling . . . ? I sense that some of my experiences are ones that she would understand, but she comes from a family and a generation that doesn't really like to talk about things that make them uncomfortable.
Maybe ███ makes her feel uncomfortable. Maybe Dad knows ███, too, but Mom won't let us talk about him because it makes everyone . . . so upset . . . ? I don't know.
I guess we had a good talk anyway, because I know she was very happy when she went up to bed. I stayed downstairs for a while, then walked outside and studied the wall ███ always climbs to get to my window. It's amazing he hasn't killed himself, or at least fallen.
The nights I've snuck out, I've always had help getting down. I wonder if I could make it so that he would fall . . . ? He'd find a way up no matter what, and I still want Bobby Briggs to deliver my blow through that window . . . have a quickie while my parents are asleep or out.
That's what I wanted to get back to. Bobby Briggs. We are seeing each other like guys and girls do when they're in high school. It's weird. I see Donna more now, and she's with Mike. I guess she's happy, but the two of them remind me of a chewing gum commercial or something. "Happiness and ambition, athletics and academics, rah, rah, rah."
Last week I went through an entire bullet of coke just trying to deal with having a burger with them after the movies. Bobby and I didn't eat. Bobby had eaten a ton of junk in the theater, and I was too high to even look at food. Donna stuffed her face, and I knew she'd pay for that in zits and in the seams of her clothes when she got up the next day. I'll bet she gained five pounds. Mike is a pig. He just kept shoving fries and hamburgers into his mouth, like swallowing wasn't necessary or something. I swear!
I don't like the way he looks at Donna either. I worry about her, because, he seems like such an asshole . . . thinking he's something of a superhero with his letter jacket on all the time. Shit. I don't care. Donna's smart. I just can't believe Dr. Hayward hasn't said something.
So, the reason I'm seeing Bobby this way, going to the movies, dinner, studying at his house, going out to the gazebo and necking, taking his father's car to the Pearl Lakes, etc., is because he finally agreed to start selling cocaine for Leo. For me. I had been waiting for him to say he would, but he wanted me to promise I'd act like his girl again. So I do. When I want to, or when I'm out of blow. I really like Bobby, but he could never understand what happens to me sometimes.
The whole reason I go out for the orgies at Leo's, the reason I let him tie me up and hit me sometimes . . . the whole reason, besides a strange enjoyment, is because I feel like I belong in dark places like that. I belong with sleazy men who are actually crying babies. I tease them and pretty soon they're calling me "Mommy" and burying their heads in my lap crying about their pain . . . and then I have to tell them what to do. They like it that way. I belong with them. I must, or I wouldn't be so good at it.
I'll tell them what to do to me. Order them to do it. And when they do, when it's feeling nice and I can tell that they are really trying, I start telling them what I'm feeling. How wonderful they are. How they are "good, good boys. Such good boys." I tell them that Mommy is happy. They love it. A child and a man all at once.
All of them, these friends of Leo's and Jacques's (who I must tell you about!), are very nice to me. If I ever needed help, I believe that they would be there for me. I don't know. I've been wrong before.
So Bobby sells the coke around town, and Leo sells his usual stuff to people across the border, over in Canada. I always get at least an eight-ball free, and then each time I see Leo, he fills my bullet or a vial if I can find one.
Bobby makes really good money and everybody's happy. That's the whole point of life, right? The only thing that pisses me off is that the other day, when I went with Bobby to get the drug money from my safety deposit box (I wasn't going to hide thousands of dollars in my bedpost!), he said that Mike was going to start helping him sell.
I threw a fit and told him that if he did - and Mike ever told Donna - I would never, ever speak to him again. Donna would tell her father. I know it. I wouldn't be able to handle that. Dr. Hayward being disappointed in me . . . that would kill me for sure.
Bobby said he wasn't sure about it yet. But I made him promise anyway, and he did.
After that, we went out to the tree where the empty football is buried, near Leo's house. The money and drugs are exchanged through the buried football. Leo always makes fun of Bobby for his choice of hiding places. "The football hero," he calls him. Bobby is a football hero, though. At least the school thinks he is.
Jacques said that he used to play football, until he found out that you didn't have to ram yourself into a herd of huge guys all day to make good money. Jacques lives deep in the woods in a cabin with his bird, Waldo. Waldo talks and has learned my name perfectly. Jacques, Jacques Renault, works across the border at a casino somewhere. He's a big, fat guy, but he can really turn me on sometimes. He's the little-baby/big-man type, too, except that he knows a lot more about a woman's body than even Leo.
I went out to Jacques by myself one night, and we got super high and played all sorts of amazing sex games with each other. It got to the point that all he had to say was "Show me, little girl . . . show me," and I was reeling!
Waldo repeated almost everything we said all night and into the early morning. The whole way home I kept hearing Waldo say, "Show me . . . Show me . . . Little girl . . . Little girl." That was the morning I realized that the orgies with Leo took place in front of Jacques's cabin. There was the chair. . . . I sat in it for a minute, and knew.
I'll write again soon. I have plans for the night.

L

LAURA PALMER'S ACTIVITIES FOR THE NIGHT OF FEBURARY 19th, 1989:

7:00 AM: Woke up, got dressed, ate breakfast.

7:45 AM: Talked with Donna Hayward, who said that she didn't remember anything from the night before. Comforted her.

8:30 AM: Went to school.

3:45 PM: Was given a ride home from school by ██████████.

3:57 PM: Smelled burnt engine oil. MIKE, in the form of Philip Gerard, began following her and ██████████ in a camper vehicle. MIKE began yelling things like "You stole the corn!" and "It's ██████████! ██████████ is ███!" He also held out the Ring, and seemingly attempted to give it to ██████████, who then drove into a mechanic's shop which successfully ended MIKE's pursuit. ██████████ insisted that they had no idea who MIKE was or what he was yelling about.

4:13 PM: Arrived home.

Lapluie has been killed by the Ring, which was given to her by Spacedaisy. She was Ronette Pulaski, a vanilla civilian.

It is now Night 4. You have 24 hours to converse in chatrooms and send in night actions.

#326

damn is laura ever gonna notice bobby and james are ded

#327

Judy...

#328

good luck. Sorry to the person I chose, it's honestly hard to pick anyone with little to no information, just went with gut.

#329

who the hell made my ominous horse tiny?

HE WAS MEANT TO BE IMPOSING

EDIT: Fixed

#330

insertnamehere wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 9:25 pm who the hell made my ominous horse tiny?

HE WAS MEANT TO BE IMPOSING

It's cold in here.

#331

insertnamehere wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 9:15 pm

Judy...

ugh let's not talk about this

#332

Taking effect immediately, LONG CON is replacing Marmot.

#333

Welcome back LC. That ring gambit paid off, apparently.

#334

I would advise that all players check in at regular intervals during Day 5.

For reasons.

#335

#336

That might be the most ominous mod post I've ever seen in a Mafia game ...?

#337

speedchuck wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 9:54 pm Welcome back LC. That ring gambit paid off, apparently.

Knew it would, chum!

Anyone wanna fill me in on what's goin' on?

**http://www.last.fm/user/nutella23** · #338

ruh roh

#339

Long Con wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 9:57 pm
speedchuck wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 9:54 pm Welcome back LC. That ring gambit paid off, apparently.
Knew it would, chum!

Anyone wanna fill me in on what's goin' on?

I hear things are about to get crazy.

#340

Long Con wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 9:57 pm
speedchuck wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 9:54 pm Welcome back LC. That ring gambit paid off, apparently.
Knew it would, chum!

Anyone wanna fill me in on what's goin' on?

#341

Enrique wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 9:58 pm
Long Con wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 9:57 pm
speedchuck wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 9:54 pm Welcome back LC. That ring gambit paid off, apparently.
Knew it would, chum!

Anyone wanna fill me in on what's goin' on?
I hear things are about to get crazy.

#342

#343

This isn't fucking image Mafia

#344

MacDougall wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 10:44 pm This isn't fucking image Mafia

#345

NO I WILL NOT

#346

I killed Wilgy. Now we're even, I think.

#347

Long Con wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 11:24 pm I killed Wilgy. Now we're even, I think.

Elaborate.

#348

Long Con wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 11:24 pm I killed Wilgy. Now we're even, I think.

Well I for one am glad to have you back and hope to talk to you soon

#349

Enrique wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 11:28 pm
Long Con wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 11:24 pm I killed Wilgy. Now we're even, I think.
Elaborate.

Vague recollection of owing him one from before.

DharmaHelper wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 11:28 pm
Long Con wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 11:24 pm I killed Wilgy. Now we're even, I think.
Well I for one am glad to have you back and hope to talk to you soon

So are there BTSC get-togethers each night? Do you guys have, like, alliances with each other? Did Marmot have any?

#350

Long Con wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 11:34 pm
Enrique wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 11:28 pm
Long Con wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 11:24 pm I killed Wilgy. Now we're even, I think.
Elaborate.
Vague recollection of owing him one from before.

DharmaHelper wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 11:28 pm
Long Con wrote: ↑Mon Mar 12, 2018 11:24 pm I killed Wilgy. Now we're even, I think.
Well I for one am glad to have you back and hope to talk to you soon
So are there BTSC get-togethers each night? Do you guys have, like, alliances with each other? Did Marmot have any?

There are BTSC chats. Can't really infodump past that.

Through the Darkness of Future's Past