NTWF Mafia: The Little Country Town

[Luna]

Luna had gotten out of the shower and was putting on her clothes when she saw two men walk in. She was all dressed, but she needed to put her hair up and put on shoes. She gave a scream and threw her shoe at one of them, missing. Then they showed Luna their badges and told her she was under arrest and had to be taken in for questioning.

"What? Under arrest?!" Luna snarled. Before she could do or say anything else, they grabbed her by the arms and dragged her to the civic center. They plopped her down in a chair at the end of a row of chairs and hand cuffed her arms and legs to the chair.

Luna shook around in her chair. "You could have just TOLD me to come down here, no need to drag me here and chain me up like a wild animal!" Luna's tails fluffed up.

She sighed, knowing the people wouldn't care if she was mad. Luna didn't even know what was happening, but when she was being dragged, she saw a group of people around the grocery store, so she knew it had to be a murder or a really cute kitten.

Luna saw Glenda and Nelly in chairs a couple chairs down. She looked at Nelly, trying not to giggle at her robe and toenails.

[Draco]

Drake was cutting up his cabbages for coleslaw when several men barged into the deli and dragged him away. They didn't even say anything. When they drag him away they bump into the box with the cabbages, and the box ruptures. The cabbages roll all over the floor.

"My cabbages!!!"

A bag is thrown over his head, and he's knocked out. When he wakes up, he finds he's chained to a chair with the rest of the living members of the town.

"Did you guys have to bag my head and hit me?"

If he could rub his head, he would right now. Instead he leans his head onto someones shoulder and uses that to rub his head.

[Nova]

Meowington woke up in his bed, and looked out of his window. Time had flown, it felt like. So much had happened since the lynching that he forgot what happened. Somehow he got to this point, and how was a question he didn't know.

He looked outside, and gasped. The police were arresting the few townsfolk there were left! Nelly and Luna were being taken towards the station, and another officer had bagged Drake's head and was walking blind.

He also heard talk of the murder of Madame Ginz. His heart sank, his closest friend still alive was killed by the mafia. The stupidness of them all was just unbelievable. Good riddance.

He went downstairs and locked the front door. Since Joseph was dead, he assumed that no one would check the house. But he didn't want to take that chance in case someone would check the manor in search of a missing townsperson. He would be safe here for the next week. With everyone in custody (which was the best solution Meowington could ever hope for) no drama should go on outside and he would be safe.

Yes, he would be very safe.

((gone on a cruise XD good luck everybody that's left =D))

[icon]

Icon had lost track of what had happened- everything had gone past him in a blur. He had almost gotten Robyn fixed, so close to getting her back in action... everything afterward was a mystery, but here he was. Handcuffed to a chair, unable to talk to Robyn. Looking around, he could see more members of the town there as well, complaining, grumbling.

The punch spill from last night still wasn't cleaned up.

Craning his neck, he tried to see who he was sitting next to. He saw Luna about two chairs over, and oh God what was that on his shoulder.

He whipped his head over to the right instinctively. "...Drake, what are you doing?"

[Gelquie]

((If we assume we're facing people in the chairs, then what the posts suggest say the ordering is:

Luna, Drake, Icon, Nelly, Glenda, Candy

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Glenda snuck a quick glance at the people beside her. She seemed to be near the end, closer to Candy and Nelly. Nelly seemed to be treating her with disgust. Glenda couldn't really say she blamed her; post-digested meals would never make a good remedy for anything.

She only paid some attention to the others, instead focusing on something pretty, like Nelly's shoes. She mainly wished the GSIS would get it over with and start questioning her so she could go back to making teas.

[Draco]

Drake continues to rub his head on the unknown person's shoulder. It wasn't as good as if he was rubbing it with his hand, bit it will do. That is when the shoulder spoke to him... He stops rubbing his head and looks at Icon.

"I'm rubbing the spot they hit me."

He goes back to rubbing his head. That's when he starts to think, yes he wasn't really thinking before, was he the only one who got ruffed up? He stops again and looks around, turning back to Icon.

"Did you get ruffed up and bagged?"

Surely he couldn't have been the only one, could he?

[Luna]

Luna noticed Drake being dragged in unconscious with a bag over his head. He was put in the chair next to her, and chained up just the same, then the bag was removed and he woke up. Luna also noticed Icon being dragged in and placed 2 chairs away.

Luna looked at Drake weirdly when he started rubbing his head on Icon.

"...Drake, what are you doing?"

"I'm rubbing the spot they hit me. Did you get ruffed up and bagged?"

"No one came in unconscious and with a bag over there head but you." Luna wondered why he had been the only one. Maybe they thought he was dangerous? He didn't seem dangerous.

Luna didn't like being chained up, and was uncomfortable with all the people walking around and glancing at everyone. They all wore black suits and had sunglasses with wires that went to there ears. Some where human, some where like herself, animal-ish. Others didn't look like anything she had seen before.

She wanted them to start asking questions already. She started to think about if they would torture them all until someone cracked. What if they brought in chalkboards and scratched them, or started rubbing balloons! Oh the humanity!

[Ian Wolf-Park]

When Chane did not respond, Ian assumed that she was not going to help, so he continued on his solo investigation on the bakery. Unfortunately, that lasted a couple of hours before he felt kind of stuffed up for some strange reason, so he had to cut it short and head home to rest up. He was not going to take any chances with the unknown illness. However, that also meant that he was unaware of the previous day's events.

When he felt better to head back to duty, he was about to head out when he heard all of the ruckus going on. A quick peek from his window told him everything that he wanted to know. It was the GSIS, rounding up the various townspeople. He hated those guys as they had always been rough to the people at the previous city that he had worked, even to their fellow officers, and yet, they had gotten away with it every single time, thanks to their justification that they viewed the arrested people as dangerous offenders to society, which Ian did not believe at all as most of the people that he knew were not, they just happened to be at the wrong place and time when the GSIS struck.

"Great, just what I need, interference from the GSIS. Guess I'll place that investigation on hold for now and pretend that I'm not home until they leave this city," he thought to himself. "There's absolutely no bloody way I am heading out with these guys around."

[icon]

"I'm rubbing the spot they hit me. Did you get ruffed up and bagged?" Icon gave him an aside glance. "Err, no. I don't think. I honestly have no clue, everything went by so quickly... I was fixing my typewriter, and then..." He trailed off. Frankly, he had no idea where he had left Robyn, or in what condition she was.

He hoped that he could get out of here soon, but knowing how the authorities worked... it looked like it would be a while.

He looked over again. "How long do you guys think we'll be stuck here?"

[Avery]

The Narrator is slightly appeased by the fact that, while half-dressed and shoeless, the GSIS did not shove a bag over her head before bringing her to the civic center. She has never much liked Drake-- especially not after he slighted her at the party last night-- but she figures no one quite deserves that kind of treatment. She glances at Glenda, who still looks like she's going to puke. After the tea shop owner's accusations at the dance, she figures the woman might disagree about Drake's treatment being overly harsh, given her view that tea allergy equals guilt.

It has been quite some time now, and the room is mostly filled, the GSIS dragging less and less people in. They've got well, almost everyone, from the town grocer to the little 12-year-old paper boy, who was too young to be at the dance in the first place and thus clearly had nothing to do with Porpington's death.

And though the GSIS claimed everyone was being brought in for questioning, the Narrator sees little of that going on. Sure, the dark-suited men occasionally wend through the line of people, staring furtively at the beleaguered citizens, but they haven't actually said anything.

Maybe, thinks the Narrator, they're waiting until they capture every last resident of Netwaffle. After all, while most people are here, not every single person has been rounded up. Meowington is absent; so is the retired detective.

"This is such cruel and unusual treatment," she declares loudly, hoping to catch the attention of the GSIS investigators.

But they just ignore her and continue staring at their suspects, biding their time, determined to punish those responsible for Porpington's untimely death. Really, it's silly they showed up now, just for the stodgy old mayor. Where were they when innocent aristocrats and lovelorn girls were turning up dead?

Speaking of deaths...

Madame Ginz. Dead.

Don't they care to punish someone for that murder?

"Really," she muses. "It's elitism-- only showing up when someone big and mighty is killed. They don't even care about the mafia! The horrible mafia, two of whom still sit anonymous in our midst!"

She stares darkly at her fellow citizens.

[Draco]

"All I know was I was cutting cabbage for coleslaw when they came in... Then the cabbages hit the floor. The cabbages! My cabbages!"

He shakes his head to think a little.

"It must have been the knife?"

He listens to Icon's question.

"Who knows... Possibly until they know who are actually dangerous among us. Or maybe they just want to question us all about the murders recently. Or they want to just kill us all and pretend this town never existed... Maybe there has been a sickness spreading around the town, and we're all effected by it, which is why the murders and violence has been going on recently, and they have the cure, but they will kill us instead to keep the sickness contained.... Hmm, these can be good book ideas. I need to try and remember these."

[Lizica]

After the events at the civic center the night before, Ms. Rickshaw had left the janitorial closet, bought her groceries, and scurried home. She redid all the locks on the doors, and for good measure, she pulled up one of the heavy armchairs from the reading room and propped it up against the doorknob as well. And, exhausted, she collapsed into the chair and stared at the bookshelves in front of her.

She had been slightly surprised when she realized that she felt something else besides the wild panic that had swallowed her emotions for the past few weeks:

Esther Rickshaw was disappointed.

She was disappointed in the townspeople and their blinding thirst for blood and "justice." She was disappointed in Terra, who had been such a nice library patron. She was disappointed in Mayor Porpington, who hadn't risen to the occasion to become a decent leader. And she was disappointed in herself, for not having the guts to speak up on behalf of either of them, even though she had thought neither of them really deserved to be hung in such a gruesome manner.

Feeling substantially more composed after sleeping and eating a proper meal, in the morning Ms. Rickshaw marched down to her library with one thing on her mind: the Netwaffle history books. She was going to read them. And if they were useful, maybe the townspeople could catch and arrest those mafiosos, and this whole nightmare could end.

The books were still there, but important pages had been mysteriously torn out or blackened by coffee stains. Ms. Rickshaw could only make out a few things beneath the stain, but she needed help. And so, finally working up her nerve, she left the library with the books in a tote bag--and was promptly seized by the GSIS the moment she stepped outside.

"I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!" she blathered hysterically, her temporary boldness wholly vanishing again as the wild panic returned. "I'M NOT INVOLVED I DON'T KNOW ANYONE I'M JUST A LIBRARIAN DON'T ACCUSE ME I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING LEAVE ME ALONE--"

...And now she was back in that godforsaken civic center. Chained to a chair. Hearing about more murders. Her tote bag of books lying back on the steps of the library and the front door wide open and unlocked. The entire town around her. Ms. Rickshaw tried to scoot away from the person beside her. Mafia and murderers all! She knew she should have stayed in her apartment! Who was she to think, even for a second, that her old vandalized books could help save Netwaffle?

[Deleted]

Ari had heard of Ginz's murder from Meowington, which she couldn't believe. How horrible...Ginz, her good friend...

She decided to stay in the house with Meowington and Mimi, her cat.

((On (sort of) hiatus, guys.))

[Terra]

Terra floated into the civic center, giggling.

"Poor mortals," she said, looking down with mock sadness at the townspeople tied up in their chairs. "So sad...stuck here, unable to go anywhere...have fun...kill people...what a shame."

She paused.

"Of course," she said, "I'm sure you're creative enough to find a way to kill people regardless. You managed to rig up those gallows last night - I'm sure you'll figure out some way to hang people with your feet. Or something."

She fell into a contemplative silence.

"I'm bored," she said eventually. "See you all later."

With that, she flew out. She was going to have some fun elsewhere.

Like, say...in Icon's house.

* * *

"I can see you."

It hadn't taken long to find what she was looking for. The aura emanating from the typewriter was unmistakable. She marveled at it, wondering how she hadn't noticed it before.

"I knew you knew who I was, Robyn. You were far too curious for your own good. We had to teach you a lesson, don't you know? But then, I can't suppose I can say I was any better. We both ended up dead in the end. Though I still have people on my side. You've just got Icon...though he isn't all that bad, I suppose. Bit foolish, but I guess all hero-types are."

She rested her elbows on the desk where the typewriter sat - or, at least, she pretended to - and wondered whether Robyn was looking at her.

"You know, I discovered something," she said. "I had some hidden weaponry when I was hung. Never got the chance to deploy it, but hey. Apparently, anything that was on your person when you died comes with you. In a certain way."

She pulled a ghostly knife from a secret pocket in her dress.

"So, I got around to wondering...how do ghosts interact with each other? If I touched you, would my finger stop, or would it go right through? If I stabbed you with this knife...what would happen? Can a ghost...kill a ghost?"

She twirled the knife. "I figured you'd be as good a test subject as any, considering that you don't seem to be moving around that much. I don't know what you think of it, but you don't seem to be objecting..."

She raised the knife. "So. Let's go for it, shall we?"

She plunged it downward toward the typewriter.

[Lizzie]

Candy was still asleep as she was dragged in. She awoke to the sounds of Nelly and Glenda talking, among other things.

Clad in her normal pjs, she opened her eyes... And found she was chained to a chair.

"Hwhaaaaa??" Candy muttered.

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