Shiny Phantump
Through Dream, I Travel
Morgan muttered a curse under her breath before forcing a smile.
“Oh, whoops~ Damn, here I was hoping Noivern thought my reasoning bore their scrutiny because they knew their action corroborated it.”
A mistake. Now she was blindsided and on the back foot. Did she still trust the Noivern? The dog didn’t, far from it.
“Odette… I can see it. An apolitical kill that gives us little in the way of alignment info, since we already know it.”
She needed something to hold on to. Believing in nothing was too dangerous. And if you were wrong, you picked up the pieces. This wasn’t apocalyptic.
“Dog’s gotta be town. Rabbit’s gotta be town. Squirrel’s gotta be town. Turtle’s gotta be town. Rock not being an outsider is numerically weird. Squirrel’s poisoning is improbable when their outcome is expected and the targeting random.” (Neither of the last two were impossible. That was frightening. But you had to believe something at some point or you just floundered to death.)
That wasn’t much. Did she believe she was poisoned this night? It was much harder to say that now. The results of her night actions still felt contradictory. Was the rodent just her false positive?
“Surely, either the Elegym or I was poisoned tonight. It wouldn’t have been sensible for it to have been the monk, the virgin, the butler, or the washerwoman. And if we really think it’s the Elegym who was poisoned…”
Then that was bad.
“I don’t think it’s plausible that our enemies would leave Elegym to register a minion they had sightlines on, not when they had two tools to try to prevent it. If they didn’t use the kill to stop it, they’d use poison to force a zero. Which they didn’t.”
That was something. And it really suggested that the fucking nine volt rodent was just her false positive.
“If we’re mixed on the horse, I should consider the possibility that the cat isn’t Drunk. Earlier, I said it made sense to correctly claim the drunk because they knew who they poisoned and a second drunk later would contradict them. I’m revisiting that assumption now that I’m realizing how hard it would be to actually evidence a new drunk and how powerful it’d be to convince people the Drunk is out when they’re not.”
It even opened up the possibility of a Drunk Elegym being instantly clocked as such when they cleared Rui, if the two were evil together. Giving Elegym readings of 0 and 1 when it should’ve been 1 and 0. The cat just didn’t feel evil, though.
“Surely it’s not Autumn and the horse, right?”
That didn’t narrow the possibility space. If anything, it broadened it. She wanted to try to sink right into to using the new info to narrow down what she believed again.
“Oh, whoops~ Damn, here I was hoping Noivern thought my reasoning bore their scrutiny because they knew their action corroborated it.”
A mistake. Now she was blindsided and on the back foot. Did she still trust the Noivern? The dog didn’t, far from it.
“Odette… I can see it. An apolitical kill that gives us little in the way of alignment info, since we already know it.”
She needed something to hold on to. Believing in nothing was too dangerous. And if you were wrong, you picked up the pieces. This wasn’t apocalyptic.
“Dog’s gotta be town. Rabbit’s gotta be town. Squirrel’s gotta be town. Turtle’s gotta be town. Rock not being an outsider is numerically weird. Squirrel’s poisoning is improbable when their outcome is expected and the targeting random.” (Neither of the last two were impossible. That was frightening. But you had to believe something at some point or you just floundered to death.)
That wasn’t much. Did she believe she was poisoned this night? It was much harder to say that now. The results of her night actions still felt contradictory. Was the rodent just her false positive?
“Surely, either the Elegym or I was poisoned tonight. It wouldn’t have been sensible for it to have been the monk, the virgin, the butler, or the washerwoman. And if we really think it’s the Elegym who was poisoned…”
Then that was bad.
“I don’t think it’s plausible that our enemies would leave Elegym to register a minion they had sightlines on, not when they had two tools to try to prevent it. If they didn’t use the kill to stop it, they’d use poison to force a zero. Which they didn’t.”
That was something. And it really suggested that the fucking nine volt rodent was just her false positive.
“If we’re mixed on the horse, I should consider the possibility that the cat isn’t Drunk. Earlier, I said it made sense to correctly claim the drunk because they knew who they poisoned and a second drunk later would contradict them. I’m revisiting that assumption now that I’m realizing how hard it would be to actually evidence a new drunk and how powerful it’d be to convince people the Drunk is out when they’re not.”
It even opened up the possibility of a Drunk Elegym being instantly clocked as such when they cleared Rui, if the two were evil together. Giving Elegym readings of 0 and 1 when it should’ve been 1 and 0. The cat just didn’t feel evil, though.
“Surely it’s not Autumn and the horse, right?”
That didn’t narrow the possibility space. If anything, it broadened it. She wanted to try to sink right into to using the new info to narrow down what she believed again.
[[I’m just thinking and typing. And slightly reeling. I was expecting you to claim but I also expected the uA counterclaim if either of you were scum. Now I feel like you’re both town— I am certain of this for Dave, but it’s just a lean for uA. I was… not prepared for that.]]
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