[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE;52809729][sp]117[/sp][/QUOTE]
[sp]Sorry, but it's a 26.[/sp]
SB3K's lenses failed to pick anything up. The officer nearest to the robot was slowly getting drunk, but he remembered the robot and his interactions with the dead fella from the other day, and patted him on the back.
"I'm sorry for your loss," he told him in a slurred manner.
The atmosphere at the Last Stop was dense - the scene depressed the regular patrons, forced to drink outside due to the crime scene; the police looked anxious as they finally put Nobeard's body in the body bag and brought it to the morgue; and those that came to investigate seemed at a loss. It was as if time stopped moving with how dense the atmosphere seemed.
Near the BNGS, there was a Yugoslavian café - the old man's newest choice of location, as he plopped the voting/ballet box onto a vacant table, ordering some coffee for those remaining in the chase. He sat down, wondering whether those involved would be able to find the murderer in time. He began to fear the worst, as he grabbed a newspaper to read.
Big Seal, Ell Ar Aych, Chef Giovanni, Hill Hank and SlavBot 3000 - the five remaining - felt a compulsion to head to the café, and through their own methods, arrive one by one.
The old man, noting their arrival, put the newspaper down and spoke.
"...silent as always," he stated, noting how none even said a word as they approached the table, "...regardless, let's start."
[What a massive fucking delay, huh!? Since we're so close to the end at this point, I'll be doing away with the accusation aspect of the vote and be placing everyone!
Funny for Big Seal
Zing for Ell Ar Aych
Informative for Chef Giovanni
Useful for Hill Hank
Optimistic for SlavBot 3000
[sp]For non-players, Late for the Old Man[/sp]]
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