Day 2
Meridian Hotel Lobby
12:00PM
Pasonia was at the lobby, in full view of everyone. The dead bodies discovered for the past day - specifically, that of supergarlic's and foulcoon's - were properly zipped into a bag. It wasn't hard to see whose is whose; while supergarlic's is a little flat in the middle from all the manic shooting, foulcoon's looked like a huge ball because his spine was twisted into a U-shape by the force of the werewolves' savage attack; hence it wasn't even a sight anybody could have withstood or described without vomiting bile.
"Patriot missile systems activated," announced the P.A. system. "All personnel to gather at the lobby."
Within minutes everyone had arrived at the lobby, some with slips of paper to pass to Pasonia.
"Stay calm. The Air Service is just paying us a visit, and I'm just paying them in kind," muttered Pasonia. At the same time, the giant-tastic 120-inch monitor at the lobby displayed what seemed to be a missile's chase-cam against a jet fighter - until thepianist pointed out that it seemed to be in real time and that it really was happening. When the camera fizzled into nothing, there was a simultaneous explosion above their heads, and everyone heard a very horrible slam and then, the entire Hotel began to quake so badly that more than one of the experiments fell onto the floor, some on all fours.
"Mission accomplished, hell yea baby," smirked Pasonia. "While you were watching the plane get shot...
the vote standings have been updated.
Enjoy the rest of the day, gentlemen. I guarantee you this won't be the first day we have such an exciting show of pyrotechnics. You damn harmanz better get yer act together, and keep yourselves alive long enough to see more."
Pasonia walked from the lobby, then decided he forgot something. "Oh, I forgot... I consider Phantom Votes to have a higher weightage in the event of a voting tie, so if two persons end the day with the same number of votes, the person with more Phantom Votes will be lynched."