The mood of Marbury momentarily brightened. Sure, there still wasn't any actual evidence that Father O'Malley had done anything, well, wrong, but hadn't he "confessed" anyway? And would a man of the cloth lie? Well... actually he already had lied, but he certainly wouldn't lie about wanting to purge Marbury of evil, right? But... just... who was evil here, anyway? It wasn't so clear anymore, so the best thing to do would clearly be to celebrate at Rosie's Country Inn with Pietro's last shipment and try and forget about such issues.
Salesman Kyle Handley was especially exuberant about his narrow escape from the noose. "I'm tellin' ya. That's me, for you. People are jealous, but I always pull through. Did I ever tell you the story about Bérangère, this beautiful French lady and an heir to a fortune? Oh, you should have seen the look on her father's face. I was never really in danger, anyway, I'm personal friends with the governor, who would have called out the National Guard to pardon me. Besides, nobody's been working harder than me to solve this case. With my skills it'll be over tomorrow. Just you wait."
The only thing to spoil the party was... Peyton Hadley, crashing in with what looked like a script in his hands?
"I present to you... Act II of The King in Yellow! It claimed the lives of all my friends from 2 years back- and now it shall claim the lives of the scoundrels who haunt Marbury, and who hunt us at this very moment! No more running from this day, we face it together and sink or sw-" and at this point Hadley was cut off by Jack Daniels, who had snuck across the room and punched Hadley in the jaw.
"Get a hold of yourself, man!" Daniels grabbed the script and dunked it into a nearby glass of health tonic, before reaching for a cigarette lighter which then failed to catch - too much water, too little alcohol. After the fight, it was clearly time to head home for everyone.
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Handley, before retiring to his room at the Inn, strolled outside for a smoke, before seeing a familiar face.
"So what do you want at this late hour from me? Let me guess, here to see the merchant of information... wait... what's... that? Let's... let's just hold off now... a proposition, if you will? I've got friends... powerful friends... with money... secrets... we can... there can be a deal, right? There..."
...and then a scream, and the sound of someone running off.
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There was much to do the next morning. Call other authorities, attempt to find where the late Mr. Handley's true place of residence was, deal with the ranting actor... well, at least the third problem was easily soluble. Dr. Gottlieb happened to be in town anyway to pick up supplies for the Sanitarium. He chuckled upon hearing of Peyton's strange behavior. "Mr. Hadley? Oh, don't worry, we.... specialize in such cases. Especially given this generous anonymous donation to pay for his care. He'll be fine, just fine. I expect he'll be a cheerful, productive member of society again in, oh, six months or so. Until that time, he won't trouble you at all! Ah, what a wonder it must be for you all to have a world-class asylum right next door."
Meanwhile, Deputy Webster found something familiar in Kyle Handley's rooms. "I thought these books looked awful familiar. Ain't these some of the books we found in Moses's home? Was this Mr. Handley a thief of information, and not just a merchant of one? ...don't know if it helped him any, tho'. These books must be cursed to have two tragic deaths so close to one another. Looks like he stole some books from both Hayles and Hutchins, too. The audacity to steal from the dead, I swear."
Sheriff Hutchison nodded. "A damn shame. I suppose we could return at least Moses' books to his next of kin... but would he really want cursed books? A few of these, like, this book labeled Qanoon-e-Islam, say "Property of Miskatonic University." I say we send 'em back to them, real quiet and all, and don't mention the curse. Let 'em molder in some library harmlessly. What Gershom doesn't know can't hurt him."
Deputy Webster nodded.
Peyton Hadley, Town One-Shot Bulletproof Bodyguard, went crazy and was committed! (Can protect one person a night from normal nightkills. The first nightkill attempt against him in the game is nullified.)
Kyle Handley, Town Megalomanaic, was murdered! (Delusions of grandeur. Returns aspiration of being a "Vigilante Supercop Doctor Bulletproof Triplevoter (???)" to rolecops, with (???) warning. Starts vanilla, but actual power is to read books and show how much better he is at various roles after the previous occupant is dead. At time of death, had inherited Moses Bike's Archivist ability, a one-shot prevent-sanity-kill ability from Ethan Hayles' role if reversed, and a one-shot Doctor ability from Chad Hutchins.)
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It is now Day 5 - October 30, 1928. It is Potential LYLO, but a potential LYLO that favors town. It is quite likely that town will make it to Day 6 even in the event of a mislynch. There is no deadline, but as with Day 3, I will set a soft deadline of 5 days - 120 hours. With 7 investigators, it takes 4 to lynch.
Also. In administrative notes. Nikolai, Nikolai, Nikolai. I've already chatted with you in IRC about this, but you posted quite literally the bare minimum amount to avoid a modkill on Day 4. If this starts to recur on Day 5 you will be modkilled. Your posts do not have to be long, but including who you think is town, who you think is scum, and how you plan to vote should be sufficient to stave off a modkill if you are direly pressed for time.
