2011-04-23, 10:09 PM
Nah you weren't late at all. I was though! Sorry, my computer got commandeered. I'm really tired so, sorry if this write-up sucks.
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Accusations flew in the Quorom Chamber. Among those accused for Dr. Baltar's murder and the subsequent explosion were Lieutenant Felix Gaeta, with his alibi of being with Admiral Adama at the time of the explosion being called into question, and Adama's own son, Lee. It was plain for all to see that the constant accusations being levied at the Admiral and his crew were working his last nerve. However, the day quickly took a turn for the bizzare.
One of the delegates stood up and declared, "I think I know who did it!" which prompted everyone to look at him. "Well, I was watchin' the news this mornin', and there was a commercial for this comp'ny that helps ya when y've lost yer jerb. Well, I know that that woman right ov'r there lost her job recently. And that commercial was playin' right when the bomb went off. She must'a done it!"
"That's crazy," Adama tried to say. "That's my Crew Specialist, Petty Officer 2nd Class Douala. She's not unemployed!" But he was drowned out by the ravening zeal of the Quorom. He shared a look with President Roslin that amounted to a resounding crap! While many in the crowd appeared skeptical of this accusation, there were enough that leapt on it and Douala was quickly dragged away by them and strangled, rather brutally in fact. We have to control this mob mentality, Roslin thought. Things are getting out of control.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Adama bellowed. "This is the second day in a row you lunatics have killed an innocent person! I know that we are all under a lot of pressure right now, but this committee was convened to save lives, not end them! And for any reporters in the room, NO, I was not sleeping with her. DISMISSED!" Everyone, even the civilians in the room, scurried away at that command. Again, the only two left in the room were Adama and his son, Lee, forlornly lingering over the body of another fallen comrade. "What are we gonna do, dad?" Lee asked.
"Find the Cylons." Adama muttered. "Kill them."
NoJobNoRules was lynched today.
It is now Night 2. Night 2 ends at 10 PM EST on 4/24.
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Accusations flew in the Quorom Chamber. Among those accused for Dr. Baltar's murder and the subsequent explosion were Lieutenant Felix Gaeta, with his alibi of being with Admiral Adama at the time of the explosion being called into question, and Adama's own son, Lee. It was plain for all to see that the constant accusations being levied at the Admiral and his crew were working his last nerve. However, the day quickly took a turn for the bizzare.
One of the delegates stood up and declared, "I think I know who did it!" which prompted everyone to look at him. "Well, I was watchin' the news this mornin', and there was a commercial for this comp'ny that helps ya when y've lost yer jerb. Well, I know that that woman right ov'r there lost her job recently. And that commercial was playin' right when the bomb went off. She must'a done it!"
"That's crazy," Adama tried to say. "That's my Crew Specialist, Petty Officer 2nd Class Douala. She's not unemployed!" But he was drowned out by the ravening zeal of the Quorom. He shared a look with President Roslin that amounted to a resounding crap! While many in the crowd appeared skeptical of this accusation, there were enough that leapt on it and Douala was quickly dragged away by them and strangled, rather brutally in fact. We have to control this mob mentality, Roslin thought. Things are getting out of control.
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Adama bellowed. "This is the second day in a row you lunatics have killed an innocent person! I know that we are all under a lot of pressure right now, but this committee was convened to save lives, not end them! And for any reporters in the room, NO, I was not sleeping with her. DISMISSED!" Everyone, even the civilians in the room, scurried away at that command. Again, the only two left in the room were Adama and his son, Lee, forlornly lingering over the body of another fallen comrade. "What are we gonna do, dad?" Lee asked.
"Find the Cylons." Adama muttered. "Kill them."
NoJobNoRules was lynched today.
Quote:Petty Officer Crew Specialist 2nd Class Anastasia Dualla
You are the person that makes everything go onboard Galactica. You relay incoming and outgoing messages between the Galactica and other ships within the fleet, including messages from Viper and Raptor pilots on patrols/missions. Since you are kind of important for getting things done, every night you can choose one persons messages to prioritize. This person will gain a boost in the order of action priorities for that night. You are town aligned, and win if nobody but townies remain.
It is now Night 2. Night 2 ends at 10 PM EST on 4/24.