Day 3
Pam placed an ice pack on her head. God, she had imbibed too much in the last few days. But how could she help it when the brews and stews at the tavern were just so good - and at such an affordable price? She didn't remember what had happened the last few nights; she liked to enjoy a good beer, nothing wrong with that, and while it seemed like maybe her shoes were wearing out a little faster these days, she didn't think much of it. Cheap manufacturing, you know. It happens. Capitalism, you know. Or was it consumerism? She wasn't sure, and frankly, she didn't care.
What she did care about was finding who else was up to no good. She was busy - after all, she was the only bus driver on the island, and her evenings were spent meticulously making spreadsheets, which she shared with everyone else. "These should help," she said, poring over them. After a while, the cells on the page all started to blur together. There were just so many people, so much movement, it was giving her a headache.
"I need a drink," she thought to herself. She put on her shoes and again noted that the toes had some new scuff marks and the soles seemed worn. Well, she could understand that. Her soul felt pretty worn too. What she didn't understand was why a mob of angry people had assembled outside her trailer or what they could possibly want with her.
"You're the bus driver!" came a voice from the back of the group.
Pam blinked a few times. Maybe she was dreaming, or maybe she was really hungover, but she hadn't really anticipated a mob of people who would assault her with ... telling her what her job was.
"... correct." she said, twisting one piece of hair in her fingers, trying to anticipate the flow of the conversation.
"No, the
bus driver!" was the confident response.
She still felt confused. Of course she was the bus driver. That was what she did at work every day. She drove a bus.
"You drove the bus over George! No, you realized that George was going to be sent away and you avoided hitting him with the bus!"
Again, she wasn't sure how to respond to the claims. It seemed like now they were weaponizing ... not ... hitting someone with a vehicle? It just didn't make sense. All she did was wake up in the morning, go to work, and then go unwind with a couple of beers.
Her head was starting to pound at this point and she just wanted to get away from it all. It was clear that they were going to block her path from going where she wanted to, but she knew there was another brewery waiting for her back in Stardew Valley. Without a word, she turned and headed for the train, hoping that on board, she could purchase some snacks and a drink.
Just not snacks from potatoes. She felt a little bitter about those. All that money spent on a sickle...
Pam paused for a minute to give an ironic salute to the new mayor of the island. "Best of luck to ya," she muttered.
She stepped on the train and paused again. Those scuff marks were just so ... unusual.
Dead is...
11 players remain.
1.
@potentialsheltervet
3.
@alleycat03
5.
@Clem J
7.
@WildZoo
7.7
@Stagg737
8.
@SARdoghandler
12.
@JaggedJimmyJay
13.
@Barkley13
14.
@miranda920
17.
@Lawpy
18.
@genny
Returned to Stardew Valley:
10.
@mightyrunner7, George,
WOLF vanillizer
9.
@bluestoat, Pierre,
neutral 3p
4.
@Viscernable, Lightning,
Electric WOLF
2.
@Animal Midwife, Abigail, village one-shot vigilante
21.
@Santygrass, Krobus, village odd night hider
16.
@samac, Emily, village every other night commuter
6.
@Zenge142, Vincent, village even night redirector
11.
@lucy., Penny,
vanilla villager
>.
@NateTheLesser, Pam,
village sleepwalker
Sidecars:
1.
@PlumPoppy
2.
@futuredogtor614
3.
@motheatenlysis
4.
@matthirten13
Subs:
1.
@mkg323
2.
@dyachei
3.
@SportPonies
Tots:
1.
@justafluff
2.
@Ms Procrastinator
3.
@chicandtoughness
4.
@marmot`
It is now Night 3. Please submit your night actions by 6 AM CDT. Night closes officially at 10 AM CDT.