::Peyton rises late. Looking around at the assembly, he raises an appraising eyebrow. With a grin, he wends his way into the crowd.::
"Good to see we're all still here this morning, gentlemen. I'd like to believe we're out of the woods - speaking metaphorically, you understand. But -"
::His grin fades.::
"- I ain't in the habit of getting what I want."
::He turns to Hellsnake.::
"What's this nonsense about Mr. Bike talking in right order? How'd you like him to express himself, at right angles? Of all the damned fool reasons to look at a man strange, I can't think of one stranger than that. I suggest you explain yourself, Mr. Hellsnake."
((Seriously, WTF does that even mean, Mage? You need to clarify.))
((I had problems with your play yesterday and am still suspicious for the same reasons as before, and you've continued to pile on to those - you don't have a newbie excuse for bad play, yet you continually get called out on it? Then CHANGE HOW YOU PLAY. And in case you want to protest that you are playing the way you consider good, in a game like Mafia, what the meta considers bad play flat out IS, because Mafia is based on testing trust and deception and reasoning through people's arguments. If people think you're playing badly then you ARE, because you're either not winning their legitimate trust as Town or lulling them into trusting you as Scum.))
"Understand, friend, I ain't saying you had a thing to do with the murder. Not without more to go on, at least."
::Peyton turns to Pietro. He leans over the bar.::
"Don't suppose I could trouble you for a bottle of your most healthful, Mr. Giovanni? I'm parched."
::He looks it, too, dark circles under his eyes and his skin drier than the climate seems to dictate. While he waits for the Sicilian to deliver his libations, the former actor idly picks at his cracked skin, frowning to himself.::
::Peyton takes the bottle from Pietro - then grabs his wrist.::
"Could I trouble you for something else, while we're at it? On account of I couldn't seem to for much of anything, yesterday, except for regurgitating the same things other folks already said and sitting back while Callahan hung."
::Peyton's eyes are hard as he rises to confront the Sicilian. His free hand slips under his coat, revealing a Colt Single Action Army tucked into a shoulder holster.::
"Not to be dramatic, but I don't imagine you'd go as quietly as the last man hung here, if it should come to that. And I think just maybe it should, on account of the only thing you said except for blowing wind was to cheer us on to hanging a man for not being useful! Now, why don't you step out from behind that bar where these good folks and I can see where you keep your hands... off that shotgun, for one."
((In short, my suspicions from yesterday hold for Pietro, and I agree with Seamus that continuing to support the Callahan lynch - mislynch as it turns out - because Callahan's role was no longer useful is just... nasty. Also WRONG. Vanilla Town is a plenty powerful role, but leaving that aside, Bulletproof even has some theoretical lategame use, in the right combination of roles it can shut down the Scum for a night action or two.))
((If you had moved your vote to Callahan because of this I'd be pushing for your lynch right now. But since it just stayed there, it's more of a "that's BS" than a "I'd vote for you even if I didn't think you were Scum before."))
((But you know what? I did.))
((What's more, I don't believe the ENTIRE Callahan train was Town vs. Town, with no Scum aboard for the ride. You're definitely the person on that train I thought looked worst to begin with, and unless LAL comes into play with some of the even less active, but less classic Scumlurking, people aboard, I'm definitely inclined to:))
##VOTE Pietro Giovanni