role - foxes

[foxhounds]

FOXES Instead of waking up in the jungle, you wake up elsewhere. This is the square where the Foxes comes to decide what to do, and Ivan patiently sits on a bench. It's your job to pick someone to investigate. After all, you're saving them. You have a little while to think about who you'll pick tonight, but don't think too hard, since you only have until dawn. "So? Who do you want to know about?" Ivan asks, so clearly, she's not going to let you think on it that long. rulebook character statuses profiles All night votes will be due 5PM EST two days after trial.

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[unrecked]

[After some thought, Jason shrugs gently.] All right, I'm game. We just have to make extra sure there's no stray paint lying around so someone else can't do the same thing.

Where do you want to paint? The place we eat where everyone is gathered? We'd have to do it when no one was there, though. [If they could even get in.] The only other place is the mansion. The outside preferably.

[baaaaka]

Outside of the mansion is better, don't you think? I bet we wouldn't be able to get in that room before everyone's gathered.

[ and they sure couldn't do it then. ]

Put it on the wall next to the entrance or something. Some place everyone has to walk by.

[unrecked]

Sounds good to me. [AMAZING, they aren't arguing for the time being. Holy shit.] Let's get the paint then. Ivan, [He nods at her.] Souza, and Matt's names, right? We should put up the names of the people voted to die who were innocent. They'll get the hint. Leave our names out for now. Too risky. They'll make guesses at the Foxes.

And do you want to put them up there, or me? I'd leave a space on the other side, do them one below the other, so people will be able to tell it's going to be a list. We'll need to use a "good" color--green, blue, white. Something else for Foxhounds or the General.

Speaking of, since we now know Shijima was a Zaroff, I'd put her name up in a different color, too. It'll help everyone else along.

[baaaaka]

[ miracles really do happen...

the decision to omit their names is one Auger is glad for, and he makes a noise of agreement. At least this plan is reasonable, even if the rest of the night's been a trainwreck. ]

I'll leave it to you. Don't use up all the paint, okay? And don't get it on yourself, either. That stuff never comes out of your clothes. [ it's phrased as a joke, but it's also half-patronizing... ]

[unrecked]

Yeah, yeah. [A dismissive wave. But... true. Gotta be careful with the paint and himself. That'd be awfully suspicious romping around with splotches of it on his clothes...]

Try not to get in trouble. [Pot, meet Kettle.]