The residents of the blockaded apartment complex were a motley assortment of all types. They were wont to emerge from their apartments only when scuttling to and from whatever jobs they held. They worked a variety of jobs, coming and going at random intervals, always keeping their heads down, never making eye contact with one another. In fact, as they gazed around, each of them came to realize that they could barely remember having seen any of the others before. Come to think of it, it almost seemed as though the assembled group was a bit too large - surely they couldn't all be residents of such a tiny building?

As they waited, murmurs began to circulate throughout the crowd. What was going on? Why were the doors locked, and the windows sealed? Was it a terrorism thing? Was the city under attack?

"Listen up, everyone!" boomed a voice. Everybody turned around to see a large, balding man in a crisp white suit.

"My name is Paul Administer," thundered the man. "I'm a senior agent with the Center for Disease Control. This building has been quarantined under United States Government Directive 3.4.12, in order to contain a deadly pathogen which we believe has been released into the building. My team has been ordered to neutralize any infected individuals, and release any who test negative. So if you'll all form an orderly line-"

As Paul talked, a shadow loomed up behind him. Bloodshot eyes narrowed fiercely. Then the shadow struck.

Paul screamed as teeth sank deeply into his neck. Several of the residents scrambled backwards as a small, slightly-built woman knocked the agent to the ground. The infected woman snarled at the group.

BLAM!

Paul fired a shot from his gun. It tore through the infected's shoulder. It staggered slightly, shrieked, then fled into the dark recesses of the building.

"That was one of them," Paul groaned. "The infection... it turns people... they go crazy... Agents... you have to stop this..." The agent began to cough up blood. "Kill them! The... residents... Kill them all!"

Before any of this could sink in, Paul, determined not to let the virus claim another victim, placed the gun underneath his own chin.

BLAM!

Day 1 Has Begun

Alive Players:
1. Henry
2. Kiwi
3. Curtis
4. Korr
5. Ari
6. Mercator
7. Boc
8. drrr
9. Patrick
10. Angi
11. im317
12. Malion
13. Jen
14. Jeff
15. Vernon
16. Natalie

With sixteen players alive, it takes 9 to lynch. Plurality is on.

Vernon[1/12] - Boc

Mercator @ 26/6/2013 16:24

Is Jen Robette?

No.

Vernon[7/9] - Boc, Drr, Henry, Korr, Bryce, Angi, Curtis
Drr[1/9] - Ari
Jen[2/9] - Malion, im317
Mal[0/9] - Curtis

About 4 hours left, by my reckoning.

Voting closed. Flavour in a bit.

The group of residents milled about, not really sure what to make of the horrors they had just witnessed.

"Well, I think it's obvious what we should do now," Boc piped up.

"Kuwa na chama chai?" suggested Angi hopefully.

"Angi's right! We need to find these CDC punks and kill them before they kill us!" proclaimed Drr.

Angi looked confused.

"I think that guy is a CDC agent!" shrieked Jen, pointing at Vernon.

"lol no I'm a cop," Vernon chuckled.

"BULL!" snapped Patrick.

Vernon looked sad. "Oh man, I should never have taken this call from dispatch. Now I'm gonna miss my flight to Israel!"

"See?!" Curtis raved. "SEE!?! He must be CDC! Why else would he go to Jerusalem?"

"I'm not going to Jerusalem," said Vernon.

Curtis rolled his eyes. "Darn, you're right. I made the whole thing up as a wild attempt to frame you, Officer Vern." He pantomimed stabbing himself in the heart, dramatically.

im317 looked confused. "Was that sarcasm? I can't tell... anyway, I think Jen should die."

Jen was unimpressed. "Just for that, you're going straight to Hell, to rot in a pool of brimstone with Succubi and Oxford-attacking Earls."

"Nooo! Not Oxford-attacking Earls!" screamed Malion. "I changed my mind! Kiwi is evil! Not you!"

"Oh men, Oxford-attacking Earls are the worst!" Jeff put in. "But anyway we should kill Vernon."

So they did, jumping on Vernon en masse and slamming his head into the floor tiles until he was finally still.

"Oh crap," said Patrick, looking down at the corpse. "What's going to happen to Sansa now?"

Vernon has been lynched Day 1.

Name: James
Alignment: Town
Role: (Naive) Cop
Flavour: You answered a call about a domestic disturbance in the apartment complex, next thing you know, you’re locked in and the feds are saying something about a quarantine. Wonderful. You know a thing or two about how the CDC operates, and you’re pretty sure they’re not gonna let you outta here alive. You’d better figure out who they are, and fast, or this whole place is gonna go up. (Unbeknownst to your superiors, you were raised on a humanist commune, who taught you that everybody is a good person, deep down. Such delusions have made you a walking joke among your fellow officers, especially after you claimed that a convicted cannibal was probably just hungry.)
Ability: Once per night you may scan another player. You will be told their alignment only. (All scans will return a Civilian result.)
Win Condition: You win when all CDC players are dead.

(Items in parentheses were withheld from player.)

Night 1 begins now. You have 24 hours to submit your night actions.