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Dave narrowed his eyes at him. "If you think the missions might fuck with his head more, why bring him? Taking kids on dangerous 'missions' is pretty questionable even when their brain isn't shot to hell and back."

Dave felt his hackles rising. Fuck. Somebody took a human kid and just... pulled a Soda on him. "Jesus Christ. That's fucked up. They manage to help him?"

Oh, Jesus. "So... there's some kind of underground slave trade with sapient Pokémon disguised as ferals going on?"

"Huh." Dave sipped his drink, thinking. "Regular Pokémon aren't universally aggressive in my world. Just sort of... you know, they want to battle all the time, you need to take your pets out and battle them a little now and again or they'll start pissing all over your floors, but only particular...

"'R'?" Dave cocked an eyebrow. "My world has Pokémon too. They just don't talk. Is yours, uh, one of the ones with 'ferals'? That's basically what all Pokémon are where I'm from."

Dave took another sip of his beer, watching Danithan fixating on the glass. Christ. And what, was he trying to get him to admit to having some sort of drinking problem? Yeah, he was just not going to dignify that with an answer. "So you've got calendars but no general awareness what day it is...

Guy was really staring at his beer. Jesus. Why'd he even come to a bar. "Forty. So, uh, would've had to be pretty young, but." He narrowed his eyes at Danithan. "You don't remember how old you are? In your fucking twenties?"

What was this, Twenty Questions? Was he a kid? Christ. "Honestly, personally, I'm still stuck on how the fuck I'm lifting this glass." He waved his paw up and down, the glass following despite his nonexistent grip. "Fucking magic." Did he really not have anything better to do than indulge this...

Seemingly tempted by the beer but sticking with soda? So... he was some kind of recovering alcoholic, or what? Dave let out a barking laugh at Danithan's inquiry. "The least fucked-up? What kind of question is that? I mean, most everything here is some degree of fucked-up, but every now and...

Dave took a sip of his drink. "If I did I'd have ordered already." He peered at the Emolga for a moment. What on earth was this guy's deal? Sitting down in his booth, asking for recs, and then just silently fidgeting around in between staring at him intently? Was he some kind of hyperactive kid...

[[I waffled over whether I should, but I was still thinking SparklingEspeon or TheGOAT might attempt to claim doctor and I'd be able to catch them out that way.]]

Dave raised an eyebrow. This was... one of the miracle people, right? Probably shouldn't be surprised his name had gotten around; Brisa'd seemed to be hitting it off with that Lucario. "I'm a fan of the house special steak sandwich, but you can't go wrong with a good burger either." Not that it...

[[Even if "the good guy with bulletproof" was meant as simply an in-character epithet for Mike (though I don't think that's really been part of Ebony's character), though, that post still doesn't make any sense! Because if it was, then he'd already claimed so of course the mafia wouldn't have...

Dave more or less spent the timeskip at the infirmary after taking a particularly nasty beating against the Eternal Blacklight. Mia visited him a lot to talk and make sure he was recovering. A couple of times she reminded him that he was supposed to go to therapy. After finally talking with...

Dave sat in his usual booth at the Cauldron, sipping one of their fancier beers. It'd been a good long while since he'd actually just gotten to sit here without any looming fucking apocalypses. Sure, the Eternal Blacklight was out there somewhere and needed to be dealt with, sometime, but nobody...

[[Not immediately seeing anything particularly noteworthy about the rest of Chibi's posts, though brain's kind of zoning out trying to reason about all the tables about roles and I think I need to take a break from this. The way things look I probably need to go write some death flavor anyway...

[[To be entirely fair the role is commonly called a strongman, and I think it has been called that in previous games here, so it's not unreasonable to be calling it that... but raises a bit more of an eyebrow if it's when reporting the results of a PM that presumably would have used...

[[I do want to say again, because I really like to repeat myself on this point because it's genuinely just a thing that bugs me okay, that we really can't actually assume for sure that Namo is GMing everything like the wiki says in this game; remember, we had healer clash, which is mentioned...

[[I quoted one kind of funny post above (that touches on Mike), if you missed it. Examining Chibi's posts on D2: - First, they just vote Bartholomew, without taking any stance on the ongoing Anti vs. Altair debacle. This is a little puzzling to me because Chibi is usually the first person to...

[[I said myself in that very post that none of this is damning because we were all reluctant to eliminate Porygon. My whole argument there is that Chibi's Porygon vote is not inexorable proof that they must be innocent, not that it proves they're scum.]]