*likes that idea very much, although it could do with a bit more blood. she looks at the latest village census*

Talkydoor
Reverb
James Bond
Fergus
Tyr

'Hmm, I wonder when these others will arrive? Maybe we should knock on their doors, get these slug-a-beds up.'

*puts on a wee willie winkie dressing gown*

*calls down from his window* Oh, no need, dear friends! I, the forum Fergus, shall be down shortly!

(As is obvious from the entirely different accent, notably the lack of it, the forum-dweller Fergus is much more... normal than the island varieties)

*exits his front door, wearing a long trenchcoat* (Did I mention he has a body? When I said he is more normal, I meant he is bone-dry normal)
Now, did someone say something about feeding Midgets healthy food? I believe that could work, but wherever could we find it? Only Kittania has healthy food with their salad I'm afraid, and we seem to be in a nondescript town that is not Kittania.
Hmm... actually, we seem to be the only people in this town. Oh dear.

"Mmmmh, yes. After all, we wouldn't want them to implicate themselves by being midgetly lazy.."

*listens to Reverb, then wonders if Fergus is hiding stilts under that long trenchcoat of his.*

*double-takes at Fergus. something's different...*

'Hmm, I wonder if this village is surrounded by farms? We could coat the offender in salad leaves and leave them to asphyxiate.'

*goes to village limits to see what lies beyond*

*Wanders in from the outskirts of the town, shaking dirt off his hands. Seeing others already there, he quickly tosses a bloody shovel into some nearby bushes.*

Alas, my friends, I am afraid that I know next to nothing about midget hunting; but, to defend ourselves against Vampire-Midgets, might I suggest a clove of garlic? Both deadly to vampires, and a healthy vegitable.

*me is very relieved to see James has obviously not been doing anything suspicious. They DO have very, very dangerous vedgetables out in the fields..*

*has met some vicious garlic in her time*

*Sighs* "As great as it would be to continue like this all day, imagining we could find vegetables to poison the Midgets with or some clever trap, we know there's only one way to get things done: vote for someone to be killed."

*He pauses to let this depressing reality sink in*

"So, with only the five of us, there must only be one Midget and possibly only a Kittymorph. Unfortunately, that means two days to find the Midget, and it is very hard to read people to find out who is who with only two days of life."

"I will not start pointing fingers, for I do not have the slightest clue of whom to point at, but I suggest we start talking about things that will get us started. I suppose I have already started it with bringing up this conversation and the suspicion that it brings to me, but it had to be done."

*nods her head at Fergus' advice*

'I agree. We've wasted enough of the day standing round drinking tea and dipping things in sauce. Now we must start pointing fingers.'

*shuts her eyes and spins. when she opens them, she's pointing at the bush where James Bond's weapon lay*

'Well, that didn't work.'

"Not counting the fact Fergus rarely has fingers to point with, i agree.."

"So, wich one of you isn't Happy?"

*looks at Reverb oddly. she realises she's expecting her throat to be ripped out. scans the area quickly and visibly relaxes*

'Well, I'm clearly a kitty. Since it's my favourite race, and all.'

*she cringes as she says this, and adjusts a notice hanging around her neck reading:
Don't pet me. Really, don't. One of us will lose a finger. And it won't be me.*

*raises an eyebrow at James Bond*

"A little late, aren't you? I don't mean to be short with you, but isn't it just a wee bit suspicious to show up with a bloody shovel? I mean, this is a tiny quibble, but still."

*Looks around to see if anyone has flown into a frothing rage*

*Stammers a bit at Tyr's question/accusation*

I... uh... I was a bit... busy... last night, and so couldn't... uh... make it here at the... um... start?

*jumps at the chance to accuse someone*

'Busy last night were you? Doing what exactly?'

*she's hoping for sordid details, but will settle for a confession.*

*quietly gasps for air; SO MANY QUESTIONS!!!*

I... uhh... I was... *he takes a glance towards the bush where the shovel is laying.* I was planting... bleeding... turnips?

*groans at Tyr's small puns*

*whips his head around at Reverb. But aversion to puns isn't anger, so he goes back to staring at James Bond. Stranger things have happened on this Island...but why are the seeds bleeding?*

*smacks himself in the forehead. So many loopholes!*

Ummm... they're... a rare breed, found only on the island?

Most certainly did NOT kill an extremely annoying Rookie over them, most certainly not...

"Oh well if it was killing a rookie I think we're all alright with that. I mean, who hasn't killed a few of those pests?"

*Looks around to see the others half-glaring at him suspiciously*
"What? It's the truth, no one loves them."