Their poor guess on the first day leaves many trainers rattled, and a few of those who were against killing altogether darkly vindicated. Night has come on again, presumably--they're certainly starting to feel tired. The group spreads out, seeking concealed places to sleep in the contest hall. If the cult can't find them, surely it can't kill them, either.
The group is in for another troubled night of sleep, and a few remain alert throughout the night, watching out in vain hope that they will catch sight of one of the cult members at work and be able to call them out the following morning. When people begin to wake up again, they begin to gather on the stage, trying to keep track of who all remains alive.
Today everyone but Big Red Cherry Bomb eventually straggles in to be recognized. Search parties are set out to comb the dark seats that ring the stage, and it isn't long before one stumbles across something. Everyone rushes over to the place where yells start to rise from the searchers, resigned to some horrific sight but too curious to stay away.
Big Red Cherry Bomb lies sprawled over a couple of chairs, not a mark on her and for all appearances in peaceful repose. Sad mutters rise from the crowd as they mourn the passing of another innocent. Big Red Cherry Bomb mutters herself and rolls over--it turns out that she's in peaceful repose after all. After a moment of shock, a few trainers do their best to wake her. No amount of shaking and name-calling has any effect, though, and eventually they give up.
Nervous glances pass between the trainers while Big Red Cherry Bomb snoozes cheerfully on. None dead? On the one hand it's good that no more had to lose their lives last night, but on the other... just what might have happened last night?
Big Red Cherry Bomb is asleep and may not participate in discussion today.
Forty-eight hours for discussion.
The group is in for another troubled night of sleep, and a few remain alert throughout the night, watching out in vain hope that they will catch sight of one of the cult members at work and be able to call them out the following morning. When people begin to wake up again, they begin to gather on the stage, trying to keep track of who all remains alive.
Today everyone but Big Red Cherry Bomb eventually straggles in to be recognized. Search parties are set out to comb the dark seats that ring the stage, and it isn't long before one stumbles across something. Everyone rushes over to the place where yells start to rise from the searchers, resigned to some horrific sight but too curious to stay away.
Big Red Cherry Bomb lies sprawled over a couple of chairs, not a mark on her and for all appearances in peaceful repose. Sad mutters rise from the crowd as they mourn the passing of another innocent. Big Red Cherry Bomb mutters herself and rolls over--it turns out that she's in peaceful repose after all. After a moment of shock, a few trainers do their best to wake her. No amount of shaking and name-calling has any effect, though, and eventually they give up.
Nervous glances pass between the trainers while Big Red Cherry Bomb snoozes cheerfully on. None dead? On the one hand it's good that no more had to lose their lives last night, but on the other... just what might have happened last night?
Big Red Cherry Bomb is asleep and may not participate in discussion today.
Forty-eight hours for discussion.
