*nods and shrugs*

'Oh well, that's alright then.

*fights the urge to say mr bond's looking shaken but not stirred and looks around*

'Fergus was pretty late to this meeting too, if I'm remembering it right.'

"Very true, Mr. Bond wasn't too long after me. Forgive me for being busy, but it can't be helped with all the work I had to do today and with school tomorrow."
*nods sadly about his workload*

"Say, does anyone know how much longer we have until night falls? We may have to actually point fingers soon, instead of almost pointing them."

"From the notice posted at town hall, it seems that the day will end once we vote and reach a majority. I assume we are to declare our votes here?"

That was the impression I got, too. Who wants to go first?

"While I'm worried about accusing someone unjustly, I am also worried about sitting on our hands while we are all murdered in our beds."

*scribbles "Day 1 vote: Fergus" on a scrap of paper, and places it in a hat*

*scribbles: Day 1 vote: Mr Bond and adds it to the hat*

*gets into pyjamas and gets into bed. it may be mid-afternoon in the quiet sleepy village of *******, but she needs a nap*

"Well... I thought there was also a 24 hour rule from the start of the day as well. I guess we may not run into that though."

"As per my vote, I shall obviously not vote for myself, nor do I find Bond's Rookie killing ways suspicious. To be honest, I was just gonna vote for whomever voted first, and even moreso that she voted for me."

*Writes Day 1 vote: Tyr on another scrap of paper and tosses it into the hat with a flourish because he has arms and hands to do flourishes with*

"And now, I'm off to prance around like a ninny, because I have legs and feet to do that with."
*Prances away*

*apparently isn't as masculine as he thinks he is*
"Someone had to go first! And reataliative voting - isn't that the kind of thing a midget would do? A head for an eye, and all that?"

Reverb and James Bond must both vote for either Tyr or Fergus in the next hour, or the Night will begin without creative execution.

Ok. End of Day.

Night falls upon the bickering town, and it's inhabitants go to their separate ways.
Well, most do.
In the morning, Reverb is found dead, hanging from the rafters with the cord of her pajamas around her neck.
On her is a note that reads: I is sick of dis life. Innit? - Referb

...

An obvious suicide.

Reverb was a Human

End of Night

What now?

*wakes up with a yawn, gives the corpse of Reverb a glance, followed by another yawn.*

Well then, it appears as though it wasn' her.
...and I was under the impression that the votes were private, and so gave mine to Max via Distraction.

Aaaand it would also appear as though the person I voted did not, in fact, have majority.

I do believe that I shall try and avoid doing all things suspicious, as I am most certainly not the midget!

*meanders away into the nearby Raven Inn, hoping to find a prancing Fergus, perhaps to partake in a brawl?*

Yes. Votes are in public, due to the difficulty of coming to a unanimous lynching decision when no-one knows who they've agreed to lynch.
...
In order to keep (some) things out in the open, here's James Bond's vote:

Vote - Reverb

*is briefly re-animated as a zombie to slap James and Max.*

"I'm a him, not a HEEEERRR!!"

*And just like that, it's as if he'd never moved.*

*wakes up and rubs sleep dust out of her eyes. Looks over at reverb's body and the note*

'Huh. Thought she was a he?'

*stays well away from the animated corpse and erects a maypole to dance around. (I's what villagers do, right?)*

*unlocks the 5 locks on his door, steps over the line of soap, and sadly regards the corpse of Reverb.*

"Poor guy. If only he'd been a zombie. No use hanging them."

*looks startled, then thoughtful, and runs back inside. Reemerges to hang a red ans white umbrella over the door, then disappears back in. Mad cackles can be heard.*

*wonders if Tyr's setting up a cocoa booth here too. after all, old habits...*

'Well, fellow villagers, we have a decision to make. Who has been acting suspiciously?'

*tries not to look suspicious*

*The insane laughter finally stops, and the door opens again."

"No use. Apparently I'm not cut out for the mad scientist life."

*scribbles down a second ballot which reads: "Day 2 Vote: Fergus"*

"I'm basing this on the fact that a strategy of voting for whoever votes first is no strategy at all. It's careless, and shows a disregard for human life. Convince me otherwise."

*Exits the Inn, haveing apparantly not found a Prancing Fergus. He wanders over to Reverbs still-hanging-corpse.*

Terribly sorry good fellow, I was just going by what Max had said.

*Seeing voting already going on, he meanders over to the hat.*

Well, my good Tyr, if you're wanting substantial reason for why one should vote you, I, for one, find it highly suspicious that you are so desparately attempting to shift the blame away from yourself.

*Promptly marches up to the voting hat, and on a piece of paper scrawls "Day 2 Vote: Tyr."*

*shrugs* "It is the nature of an accused man to protest his innocence. Especially if he is innocent. And I fail to see what I have done to "shift blame" other than voting for someone other than myself. I have done nothing blameworthy yet. Yes, it's possible that I am voting for an innocent man, but it's not like anyone is holing up a sign that says, 'I'm a midget, hand over your req.' What else are we supposed to do?"