Mafia 1033 - The Next Generation [Hidden]

[Bonatogether]

real knowers know what's up

[JustAGuyNamedWill]

##VOTE DIP

[Jamiet99uk]

I ain't moving.

[BunnyGo]

ATTENTION CREW:

This is your Captain speaking.

PLEASE HOLD!

[ghug]

##VOTE dip

[JustAGuyNamedWill]

##VOTE BONA

[Red Neurax]

that doesnt count i dont think

[BunnyGo]

Final Vote Count Day 2:

At the end of a tense day, many of the crew went to Ten Forward for a drink, to relax, and to try and discuss the situation with each other.

DiplomacyandWarfare (5) Bonatogether Jamiet99uk damo666 dargorygel JustAGuyNamedWill
Bonatogether (4) DiplomacyandWarfare* Red Neurax ghug bozotheclown
argent (1) Vecna
Vecna (1) argent

Please PM me ASAP if you see any issues.

Otherwise Please Continue Holding.

(I saw Vecna try to vote D&W, thankfully I don't need to make a ruling about it at the moment)

[BunnyGo]

This lack of discipline and decorum is beneath Starfleet officers! Hold!

[BunnyGo]

The tension in Ten Forward had reached a boiling point. Geordi La Forge stood at the bar, hands balled into fists, his jaw clenched as he glared across the room at Worf.

"You think I'm lying about the engineering logs?" Geordi snapped, his voice tight with frustration. "Maybe if you kept a closer eye on security, none of this would be happening."

Worf bristled, his hand instinctively hovering near his phaser. "I am keeping an eye on security, La Forge. But if you think engineering is above suspicion, you’re more naive than I thought."

At a nearby table, Deanna Troi winced, picking up on the hostility radiating between them. "Both of you—please," she said, stepping forward with her hands raised. "Something’s affecting all of us. This isn't you."

But her words barely reached them before Geordi took a step toward Worf, squaring his shoulders. "I know my team. If there's sabotage happening, it's not coming from engineering!"

Worf scowled, his voice rumbling low. "Then prove it, or stay out of my way."

The tension snapped as Geordi, fists clenched, lunged forward. Worf didn’t back down, and soon the two officers were grappling, knocking over chairs as other crew members rose to either break up the fight or join in, their own nerves fraying under the invisible influence.

Guinan, watching from behind the bar, stepped out. "Enough!" she shouted, trying to project authority over the chaos. "You're tearing each other apart!"

Geordi and Worf ignored her, grappling fiercely, each fueled by frustration and mistrust. Crew members were shouting now, some backing away from the fight while others edged closer, their own suspicions simmering.

Nearby, Beverly Crusher tried to intervene, stepping forward with her hands raised. "Stop it! This isn’t helping anyone." She glanced over her shoulder at Deanna, a plea in her eyes. "Deanna, help me—"

But Deanna looked conflicted, her face pale. "I don’t know who to trust, Beverly," she murmured. "I… I can feel everyone’s fear. It’s overwhelming."

In the next moment, Geordi shoved Worf backward, his voice sharp. "Maybe the problem is security after all. Maybe you’re too quick to see threats where there are none!"

Guinan barely saw the blow coming. Caught in the middle of the escalating brawl, she took a hard shove to her side, stumbling backward into a table. Pain shot through her shoulder as she tried to steady herself, only to be shoved again by another crew member, their eyes filled with mistrust. Someone grabbed her arm, wrenching it painfully before she could pull free, and she stumbled back, feeling the heat of suspicion and anger radiating from all around her.

She had to get out.

Clutching her injured shoulder, Guinan pushed her way to the doors, slipping out just as fists flew between others, the chaos spilling over behind her. She didn’t look back, didn’t slow her pace as she hurried down the corridor. Her mind raced. She’d been on this ship long enough to know every nook and cranny, every path to safety—if she could just get to the shuttle bay.

Ignoring the pain in her shoulder, Guinan ducked into a maintenance hatch and made her way down to the lower decks, her footsteps quick and quiet. Finally, she slipped into a small, seldom-used shuttle bay and climbed aboard one of the auxiliary craft. With shaky hands, she powered it up, feeling the faint rumble of the engines beneath her. She spared one last glance toward the Enterprise, her heart heavy with worry.

Without another second’s hesitation, Guinan launched the shuttle, leaving the ship—and the fear and chaos within it—behind.

DiplomacyandWarfare has dies he was Guinan a member of town.

Night 2 has begun. You may now post.

[Bonatogether]

no remorse

[BunnyGo]

For the bot:

DiplomacyandWarfare has died he was Guinan

[Vecna]

sad

[BunnyGo]

Attention Crew:

Do remember to alert your captain and/or first officer as to whether you are activating your phasers tonight or not.

[Red Neurax]

telling you guys right now its bona damo and someone else im not sure

[Jamiet99uk]

Crud.

RIP Guinan.

[dargorygel]

no remorse

none at all?

[dargorygel]

I do have remorse.

RIP Dip

[Jamiet99uk]

telling you guys right now its bona damo and someone else im not sure

Pretty sure you're town at least.

[Bonatogether]

no remorse

none at all?

i don't believe there were better kills, and i think this was a good dk