California Sunset
Let's get moving into action,
Let's get moving into action.
If your life's too slow, no satisfaction,
Find something out there, there's an attraction.
If you hesitate now, that's a subtraction,
So, let's get moving girl into action...
Mr. Grey returns to the foyer as red-orange light from the setting sun streams through the windows. The passengers have been in heated discussions throughout the day, though things seem to be winding down as the adrenaline rush of earlier excitement wears off. Exhaustion begins to set in and eyelids grow heavy. Mr. Grey listens quietly for a time, before clearing his throat. The passengers turn to look at him.
"Excuse me, I just came to tell you that I have prepared rooms for you all, but I couldn't help overhearing that you are discussing
lynching
someone? Oh, dear. Never mind, far be it from me to judge, exceptional circumstances and what not. In fact, if you're set on this course of action, I may as well point out that from the way you are talking, the preferences you have expressed, I believe that one of you is the obvious choice, as a majority prefers his death when compared to any of the rest of you."
Mr. Grey snaps his fingers, and his assistant appears.
"Fetch a length of rope, suitable for a noose. Our guests have rather gotten ahead of themselves, talking about killing without having a means to do so..."
The assistant nods and walks off.
"I don't mean to stick my nose in unwanted, of course. It just seems to be the simplest course of action, don't you agree? Now then. You can verify this for yourselves, double check and so forth, but I believe you will find that as a group you would like to be rid of the passenger traveling under the alias of Machiavellian-Mafia. Ah, here we are."
The passengers turn with Mr. Grey to see the assistant standing in the doorway, rope in hand, noose already formed. Machiavellian-Mafia lets out a shout of protest, survival instincts kicking in as it sets in for the first time that his life may truly be in danger. He runs toward the front door, but finds it locked tight, and as he turns to look for another escape he finds himself face-to-face with the assistant, who has moved across the foyer with the speed of a tiger pouncing on its prey. Machiavellian-Mafia struggles vainly as the assistant wrestles him to the floor, places the noose around his neck, and throws the rope over a ceiling beam. The passengers watch in stunned fascination and horror as the assistant tugs on the rope, pulling a choking Machiavellian-Mafia off the floor and holding him there while he dies.
When the life finally goes out of his body, the passengers are slow to regain their voices, so Mr. Grey again addresses them:
"There we are. Now that today's business is concluded, perhaps you would care to follow me? I will show you to your rooms, and dinner will be served in half an hour to anyone wishing to partake..."
Machiavellian-Mafia (Gordon E. Moore, Innocent) has been lynched. It is Night 1. Deadline for choices is 12:00 GMT Thursday.
(Extra time due to flight on Wednesday.)