WWJ X: Hithlum Zydeco Blues; Hísilómë in Hísimë

[Valesse]

Greaving over the loss of a talented Spoonist and his accompaning accordion player, the campers were not statisfied by mearly disposing of the bodies and playing Taps (Which was already quite a feat for Kitanna, the didgeridoo playing hermit.) and openly discussed their personal feelings of that day. Not any more but a few words into his rant Formendacil started stirring up his fellow campers albeit not entirely on purpose, but only to rally his point.

"As useful as theme music to the hempin' jig, if ye ask me" growlled Dread Pirate Formendacil.
Astonished, Glidan jumped in "How could you even form those words together?!" before he could say anymore, distraught with the brashness of it all, he sat back down holding his head.
"I'm sure we can figure out who did this... logically," chimed in Mormegil, while striking his triangle joyfully, "It'll take more than poetic lynching referances, though."
"A vote, then?" Roa_Aoife mused, eyeing the crowd miserably struming her double necked electric guitar.

The other campers agreed and then went about questioning just what would determine the wolves and what kind of behavior could they expect to... expect when Mormegil snapped his fingers "What if I were to uncloak... the wolves would be--"

"NO!" cried the crowd. "It's bad enough when cannon characters do it," grumbled Kitanna who had been busying herself trying to open a can of beans.

"I can't stand this anymore... it doesn't set well with me..." Glirdan stood and pointed at Formendacil. "You must be the wolf! Music goes with everything, even the first day of a particuarlly involved hempin' jig! You're the wolf"
"Am not." retorted Formendacil.

Eomer stood and raised his hands in the air, asking for silence. "How about we write down one name each.. and put it in this drinking stein.. Whoever's name shows up the most is obviously the most suspicious and therefore the wolf. Sound fair?"
The campers shruged, nodded, and went about finding the camp leader's music sheets... as they did not want to ruin their own. Once each person dropped their paper into the stein, Kuruharan read them out loud.

"A tie?" Valier whispered, "Now what?"
"I suppose we lynch them both..." studdered JennyHallu.

Instantly the campers started hooting and hollering-- though it should be noted that there was a definite beat there-in the chaos-- Macalaure grabbed both men by the arms and pulled them to Formendacil's pipe organ.

"String them up!" shouted JennyHallu waving her wind harp in the air.
"Wait!" Mithalwen grabbed the stein, and pulled out the last piece of paper. "It was stuck to the bottom! You really ought to have washed this first, Eomer..."
All eyes were on her, breathlessly waiting (in particular, Glirdan and Formendacil, as muscians are not known to be very gifted in the art of hanging people) "...Well... What does it say?" asked Valier at last.
"Glirdan."

Struggling for his life, Glirdan called out to his fellow musicians for mercy. "You have the wrong chair! Heavens! You have the wrong SECTION!" He broke free and rushed for his tent, hoping to at least get his sheet music before escaping the camp site, but in his haste tripped and impailled himself on a music stand. In the awkward moments that followed, the camp members stared at the musicians corpse. "I guess it wasn't Glirdan" Mithalwen stammered. A little late, but then again, violas normally are.

The Living:
Roa_Aoife- trick pilot, double-necked electric guitar.
Valier- town pickler, piccolo.
Macalaure- unskilled inventor of of funny fake occupation ideas, on the verge of bankruptcy, tuba
Mithalwen- cat-herder, viola
JennyHallu- street corner doom-sayer, Aeolian wind harp
Nogrod- idle fantasist, tin whistle
Mormegil- non-practicing wizard, triangle
Formendacil- pirate, pipe organ
Eomer of the Rohirrim- publican, double-bass
Kitanna- hermit, didgeridoo
Glirdan- town musician, sax
Kuruharan- condottieri, flute

The Dead:
Valesse- Master Accordionist (Mod) stabbed with A Sharp key.
Gil-Galad- Artisan spoon player (Mod) choked on his musical spoons.
Glirdan- town musician, sax (Ordo) impailed on his music stand.
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Night One has begun:
Wolves, Seer... Do your business.
Ordos: Its sleepy time.