Day 4

[kentucky_mcgiygas]

[ Good morning!

Once again, Arataka Reigen has won immunity, because, I mean. Seriously. His work has been printed up at poster size and hung up around various parts of the studio. You might even catch it happening; a chunk of the wall will dislodge itself, spin 360 degrees, and then blend seamlessly back into place, now with the poster on it.

For everyone who participated in the logo contest, you may select a free Blu-Ray to be delivered to your dressing room. There's a wide selection; you can pick something from your own world or something from an alternate universe. You may have accidentally picked something from an alternate universe. Enjoy finding out as you watch them!

Mackentucky Fuck You retains copyright and licensing rights of all designs submitted.

Now get to voting! ]

((This week's vote is here and is due on Friday, 6pm PST. VOTE VOTE VOTE VOTE VOTE
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Simon proposes a plan (and argues with Rhys a lot)
Mac and Ougi are dead
Reigen is yelling for volunteers
Final voting plan))

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[very_good_end]

You'd better be ready to chop it really good then, Mr. Reynolds!

[she's taking off running for the dressing rooms]

[kayssistant]

Why? What'd he do? Did Mr. McDonald get sick of sharing his name with someone else or something?

[Kay doesn't blame him if he's not processing this well, really.]

[kayssistant]

Thanks.

If we don't get a volunteer soon, I guess we'll vote for Miss Fiona.

[kayssistant]

[Kay laughs softly.]

I need the truth behind this entire mess, but I think we need everyone to work together for that. Not just Mr. Fulbright.

[proficient_in_photoshop]

I don't want a fight to break out just in case we picked someone who seriously intends to win. But we'll figure it out. If we have to have that conversation now, we'll have it now. People who aren't voting are dying left and right, so a strike isn't an option.

[godhole]

[and what do you know, he forgot to close his door behind him]

Hey! Hey! I'm not kidding, you snot-nosed little bitch! You leave him alone!

[he wobbles up from his seat, now wielding his bottle like a weapon]

[godhole]

[voice hitching as he speaks:]

That stupid... piece of shit forgot to vote.

[proficient_in_photoshop]

[SPECIAL MOVE: ARM LOCK]

Whoa, whoa!! Easy! Take it easy!

[hotpotato]

[SWEATS NERVOUSLY, JUST A LITTLE]

[LIKE SOMEONE WHO SLEPT THROUGH THE VOTING LAST TIME]

[proficient_in_photoshop]

Shit.

[he groans and rakes his hand down his sweaty face]

This is really bad. I'm so sorry.

[very_good_end]

[she's not stopping. She's the Great Detective and there's a body for her to examine.]

[she is running in her stupid EGL fashion heels though, and she's short, so he probably won't be too far behind her]

[godhole]

[struggles only very briefly before giving up and just whining]

She doesn't have any right! No right whatsoever!!

[kentucky_mcgiygas]

[nope, lucky for her Reigen stopped him]

[As for Dennis's dressing room, it's full of various liquor bottles in various states; some broken, some not yet opened, but mostly empty. The dead body of Ronald "Mac" McDonald lies on the small couch. It's starting to smell.

There is one especially conspicuous beer bottle lying on the floor, the last of its contents spilling out. It reads "FOR AC" on the side.]

[hotpotato]

Yet you've already dictated who we should all vote for. It looks like you didn't even consult the victims first.

[weeabird]

We need to reach a consensus, and no one is about to volunteer.

[very_good_end]

[first step, try to save a little of that last bit of liquid from spilling by picking up the bottle.

second step: grab something absorbent and soak up what's on the floor.

third step: DEAD BODY]

Hm, apparent poisoning... alcohol poisoning? That's certainly a possibility. Oh! Perhaps he choked on his own vomit.

[MENTAL PICTURE time, is the body face down? Face up? Eyes open? Shut?]

[kentucky_mcgiygas]

[On his side. Looks like he's sleeping. Did in fact vomit a little, though it seems to have successfully reached the couch and floor beneath him. Seems to have been dead for around a day.]

[proficient_in_photoshop]

Of course she doesn't, but you can't attack her!

[very_good_end]

Corpse smells enough to have been dead for a while... But then why would the bottle be still freely letting out liquid when I came in...?

[time to see if the smell from his mouth matches the smell of the bottle... and if he's still breathing, which Erika will test by clamping her hands over his nose and mouth.]

Hm, I suppose I can't go too extreme to confirm if he's dead... or can I...? ...No I can't risk it...

[assuming he doesn't burst to life and struggle, she'll move on to examining his pockets for anything: ID or otherwise, and also if the body has any other obvious wounds and how much rigor mortis has set in.]

[...basically she isn't messing around.]

[kentucky_mcgiygas]

[Both smell of beer. Lots of things in this room smell like beer. Dude is dead. Has extremely uninspired tattoos. ID in his wallet confirms his name is in fact Ronald McDonald, the poor bastard.]

[very_good_end]

[hm. That's probably enough manhandling the corpse then if she's seen enough to document his tattoos even... for now.]

[Time to grab some stage makeup and see if it's of good enough quality to start dusting the bottles, the door knob, and anything else that looks like it was touched for fingerprints.]

[godhole]

[rambling semi-coherently]

No, you don't get it! That little psychopath just wants to go around telling everybody I did it! She already accused me of killing those cops, which was rude enough, and how would I have even done that? How!? And now she wants to accuse me of killing my own best friend? Mac is the last person I would kill! I'm very upset right now!

[very_good_end]

[OKAY, all that done, she will take the most obvious pieces of evidence (the bottles, his ID, and an imprint of dead-guy's fingerprints,) then shut the door and duct-tape it with her 'sharpie-signature and sewing needle' trick.

She needs to get away from the smell before she starts to get sick.]

[dragonsated]

...Yes. [The answer is reluctant, heavy with shame and self-loathing.] Bringing the fight to the them would only worsen your situation, not improve it, because it would become my duty to fight you to protect the clan.

Do you understand? Fleeing is the only recourse left to you. The family would disown you, but you would at least escape with your life.

[incinderate]

I can't refute that. But it's good to stay positive, at the very least.