I'll say it right now, if anyone follows Echo's vote they are guaranteed Mafia.

Do you ever think before posting?

I was trying to shorten list of suspects by seeing who votes along side with me for Vrael when Lingie is obviously mafia.

Also, I don't think I'll be able to vote on Saturday, am I allowed to name a proxy to handle my vote?

Will you be able to send me your vote via PM on Friday night? I'll add it to the vote tally, but it wont count as the first vote in case of a tie.

I guess this clue is kinda obvious. I looked through the medals of all the participants and there's eight, including myself, who have the top 30 activity medal, and two who have the Excaliban medal (Echo and lil-Inferno). I'm guessing the victim here is either one of the latter two, or Excalibur, who also have two medals. The seductress could be anyone who has the top 30 medal.

"Mr. Gaeda, do you have a minute?"
Felix Gaeda was the Senior Officer of the Watch, and currently in charge in the CiC. "Sure, what can I help you with, Private?"
"Well, sir, I was hoping to discuss potential new jump coordinates." The man was a beacon of knowledge, and had the medals to prove it.
"You? Really? What do you know about jump coordinates?"
"Everything."
Note: Felix Gaeda is a regular character on the show. He is not a reference or clue pointing to anyone playing.

Re: Mafia Night 2 Oct 6 2011, 6:24 pm
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DevliN Vrael uses Dodge!

Re: Mafia Oct 9 2011, 5:36 pm
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DevliN For my night action, I'd like to go to Six's room and screw her brains out please. I mean, I know the mafia are going to kill me tonight anyway and there's nothing I can do about it, so at least go out with a bang (ba-dum-dum-tsh!!!) right?

Re: Cylons Oct 11 2011, 5:44 pm
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DevliN For my night action, I would like to be speaking with Mr. Gaeda on the bridge about potential new jump coordinates.

The man was a beacon of knowledge, and had the medals to prove it.

Before Wing Zero could respond, the man kept talking.

"I think it's interesting that the ship's crew has become as torn as it has over something so petty." Wing Zero had become a true believer in Baltar's vision of God. "I don't think it is petty at all. We all hope for something bigger, something greater than us. As far as I'm concerned, whether you believe in the old teachings or in the one true God, you have to at least admit that we are here for a reason and some power greater than that which we can comprehend put us here."

"Death," the man interrupted. "I believe in the finite lifespan of humans." The man pulled out his gun and shot Wing Zero directly in the head.

He had seen her around the bar area before . . . She smiled again, and gave him a very suggestive wink. "I've seen you before," she continued, "and funny enough you're the man I was looking to connect with this evening."

TiKels' neck made a snapping sound as a man behind him twisted it quickly.

"Don't you just love this? We're like pirates. Soon this fleet will be ours," the man proclaimed. The woman was too busy checking out her appearence in a mirror to even pay attention to him. "God, you're such a narcissist." They both laughed as they left TiKels' lifeless body on the floor behind them.

As Roy was about to turn around, the man thrust a knife into him with one hand and covered his mouth with the other.

A man was hurrying around the ship, looking for someone specific. After about an hour of searching, he decided to call it quits and hope for the best.
"I'm sure he'll be fine. He's probably working in some secluded area."
The man then walked off, looking for the bar he kept hearing so much about.

Night1
"Can you believe that crap? That dork leaves with a woman like that? What the frak is the world coming to?" The voyeur seemed to be completely trashed in the corner of the bar, and had been blurting out his thoughts without having an audience. He signalled to the bartender to bring him another drink.
"How many have you had so far?," NudeRaider asked from a nearby table, somewhat annoyed.
"Perhaps more than I should." He laughed. "I'm really not looking forward to the trial thing tomorrow. You get selected for it?" The drunk was suspiciously inquisitive. NudeRaider just nodded. "That's good, man, real good. I like that regular guys like us can take part. I mean, we gotta have a say in this stuff, too, right? None of the elites telling us what to do." NudeRaider kept quiet and didn't bother responding. "Alright, man, I can take a hint. I'll leave you alone. Gotta get up early for the thing anyway." The drunk struggled to stand, and hobbled up to his new-found friend. He quickly covered NudeRaider's mouth and slid a knife into his side. The cacophony in the bar seemed to prevent anyone from hearing his muffled screams. All anyone could see was the drunk accidentally falling on the guy he had been talking to.
NudeRaider's dead body was finally noticed long after the drunk left.

Night2
"Hey there," the attractive woman said to the man in uniform. "How about you buy me a drink?"
The man didn't know how to respond. Her beauty was stunning. "Alright," was the best he could muster.
"Good." She looked at the medals on his coat, and one in particular caught her eye. "That's a beautiful one. I have one just like it." He laughed as he wasn't sure how serious she was. She looked over his shoulder at someone else, slowly coming up behind the man. An instant later, the man felt a sharp pain in his back. A knife was lunged in quickly, but the assailant had already run out before anyone could spot him. The woman looked bewildered, playing innocent.
The stab victim was rushed to the medical bay where Dr. Cottle's top medical supervisor took charge.
"Luckily, the wound didn't damage anything serious and you will live, but I will need you to stay here for the night." The victim was relieved that he would live another day.
Mole obviously cleared the assailant, but not the seductress, but I'm doing her cluefinding in a different post

Night3
Excalibur had been in pain all day, but he was persistent about continuing his work. He had just finished his last piece of business for the day when he finally decided to call it quits and head to his room.
As he was walking down the hall, he had the strange sense that he was being followed. Perhaps he was just paranoid given last night's attack, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
When he finally reached his room, he opened the door and quickly scanned the area. Nothing. Before he closed it behind him, he made sure to look in the hallway. Nothing.
"You're just being neurotic," he said out loud to himself.
An hour had passed since Excalibur went to sleep when he was woken up by the sound of his door.
"Who's there?," he yelled. No response. He could see something moving in the shadows, though, and reached for his sidearm.
"Looking for something?" his visitor asked, holding up Excalibur's gun. "You know, had you just died last night, I wouldn't have had to make this little house call. Plus, a stab wound is much less severe than a bullet wound if you ask me." He laughed, but Excalibur didn't see any humor in it at all. "You're not very fun. Here I was thinking that humanity had hope, but you can't even laugh about the situation. Oh well."
The man grinned as he pulled the trigger, shooting Excalibur directly in the head.
"Have fun getting saved from that."

Night4
Roy sat in front of his computer console, eagerly awaiting the results of his latest examination. Finally a sound projected from the device and a message popped up on the screen.
"Wow, number 9214 is a Cylon."
As soon as he let out a sigh of relief, a knock was heard at the door.
"Just a second!" He grabbed his coat and opened the hatch. He seemed extremely calm considering how few people were trustworthy nowadays. "Can I help you?"
As he opened the door, the man on the other side rushed in. "I think someone is after me, please help."
"I'm so sorry, I'm not a doctor and I don't carry any sort of weapon," Roy replied.
"That's okay, because I do."
As Roy was about to turn around, the man thrust a knife into him with one hand and covered his mouth with the other.
"Shh. Don't scream, let's not let anyone know I'm here right now, okay?" The man twisted the knife as Roy took his last few gasps for air. "Nice find," the man said as he looked at Roy's console and left the room quietly.

Ah... I vote Echo.

Night1
Voyager7456 had nothing to do this evening, but assumed he would have his work cut out for him tomorrow. After packing up for the night, he began walking down the hall to his room.
"Hey, you got a second?," asked a man briskly walking up behind him. As Voyager7456 turned around, he was met with a gun pressing up to his chest. "It's nothing personal."
Mole Cleared this, the clue is way too short.

A crewmember down the hall was startled by the sound of gunshots. When he arrived at the scene, he only found Voyager7456's dead body on the ground.
Night 2
A man sat quietly at a table in the corner of the bar area, completely engrossed in his book.
"The Third Testament? How are you liking it?," asks a passerby. This passerby had been watching the man for some time this evening. He knew he would find him here, as the man was a regular.
"I'm really enjoying it, actually," he responds enthusiastically. "Are you religious?"
"No, no, not at all. Just curious," the man responds, chuckling. "Well I wont keep you any longer." He made his way to the exit where he would wait for the reader's departure.
No longer than an hour had gone by when the reader finally decided to call it a night. As he was walking down the hallway with the clamor of the bar fading behind him, he heard someone calling for him - a voice he recognized from earlier in the evening.
Given the recent level of paranoia on the ship, the man kept walking, faster now. His pursuer could be a Cylon. He immediately heard the sound of gunshots, and bolted down the hall. Moments later he reached his room, ran inside, and closed the door behind him. Was the man still out there? He couldn't hear any footsteps following him.
The man locked the door and slept just a little easier knowing he was able to evade that attack.

Night 3
10 minutes had gone by as Jack stood outside her room. He was beginning to think he had the wrong number until he heard someone walking toward him. To his surprise it was not the woman, but instead someone else entirely.
"Would you consider yourself to be a religious man?" the man asked Jack.
Jack wasn't exactly sure how to respond. What an odd question from someone he had just met. "Sure, why do you ask?"
"It's nothing, really. Something someone was reading last night really caught my eye."
"Oh yeah?" Jack wasn't sure exactly where this was going.
There was along pause before the man spoke again. "I find it ironic that you're religious, given what you do."
"And what is it that you do?" As Jack turned around, he saw the man's gun pointing directly at his face.
"I kill."
Jack's body was discovered shortly after, riddled with bulletholes.

Night 4
The ship was slowly being torn apart by Dr. Gaius Baltar. His revolutionary idea of the existence of one true God opposed the widely believed existance of many Gods. Wing Zero was a firm believer in Baltar's theory.
As he returned to his room, he noticed his door was already opened slightly.
"Hello?" He turned on the light, and saw a man standing by a pile of his books at his desk. "Can I help you with something?," Wing Zero asked his uninvited guest.
"Oh. Hi. How was the sermon?," his guest asked. Before Wing Zero could respond, the man kept talking. "I think it's interesting that the ship's crew has become as torn as it has over something so petty."
Wing Zero had become a true believer in Baltar's vision of God. "I don't think it is petty at all. We all hope for something bigger, something greater than us. As far as I'm concerned, whether you believe in the old teachings or in the one true God, you have to at least admit that we are here for a reason and some power greater than that which we can comprehend put us here."
"I thought the Cylons put us here." The man seemed pleased with his logic. Wing Zero wasn't as amused.
"Don't you believe in anything? God, Gods, miracles, angels?"
"Death," the man interrupted. "I believe in the finite lifespan of humans." The man pulled out his gun and shot Wing Zero directly in the head.