MAFIA: DAY TEN (THE FINAL DAY)

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MAFIA: day ten (the final day)

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SILVERBELL BALLROOM

[hetaliafia]

[fort_roughs]

[Fort Roughs will go in, wary but still somewhat curious.]

[hetaliafia]

[How strange; there are plates on the table and food, too. It's still hot. The glasses are all filled; some half-drunk. Piano music floats sweetly from somewhere.

But there's no one in here.]

[fort_roughs]

[It is strange. He knows exactly how many people should be here (three nations, and the butler), and they hadn't been in here before. The fort is going to examine every inch of the room as closely as he can. It's something to take his mind off of everything else.]

RED ROOM

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[alwayssunnyina]

[Monaco will have a look at the red room. She too is wary of what she might find, but she has to do something to get her mind off of Romano's death.]

[hetaliafia]

[An old record player sits in the corner, playing quiet music.]

[alwayssunnyina]

[She hears this and walks over.]

NAMELESS ROOM

[hetaliafia]

[The nameless room to the north of the mansion is now accessible.

...

Be careful.]

[supersizedpower]

[He's a little curious, even though it's dangerous. He creeps into the nameless room.]

[hetaliafia]

[It's completely dark in the room, literally pitch black; you'll need to find a way to light it up.]

[supersizedpower]

[He'll leave a come back a minute later with a lit candle.]

[supersizedpower]

[America stands in the Atrium looking over Vietnam's body, a pained expression on his face.]

Sorry. I'll do my best.

[alwayssunnyina]

[Monaco looks like she's stopped caring about the way she looks. Her braid is coming undone and she's not wearing any makeup. The stress of the past ten days has really taken its toll on her.]

She's in a better place. We'll still win.

[supersizedpower]

We have to.

...I'm sorry about before.

[alwayssunnyina]

Once we make it out of here, I will inform Interpol about this place so this won't happen again. I really don't look forward of informing everyone that their family members are dead.

Hmm? About that...I suppose it's alright. After all everyone has been on edge lately.

6:30 PM - AFTER VOTING

[hetaliafia]

[ Voting is now over.

In the Red Room, a record player continues to play a song, one Monaco was listening to earlier. She's slumped over the record player, arms encircling it as if she's trying to get closer to the music.

But there's a knife stuck in her throat, and the more blood that drips down onto the record, the more distorted the music becomes.

Monaco bleeds out as red as the room's decor...]

[hetaliafia]

[React in this thread; progress to here afterwards.]

[supersizedpower]

[America is smiling.

It's not a creepy smile or a sad one or a particularly demonic one. He grins and pumps his fist in the air.]

Yes!

I did it! I really did it!

Re: 6:30 PM - AFTER VOTING

[fort_roughs]

[He stares at Monaco, then looks over at America, wide-eyed and scared.

He doesn't have his gun. He brought a gun and wasted his one bullet with shooting himself in the foot.]