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Jean hugged her friends close and waited for the night to fall. [[Fingers crossed, all]]

[[I don't think it makes you look bad, just that something I thought was a very solid clear on you (and mentioned as such today, I think) actually wasn't. I still think Sind's original vanilla claim with no info would be unlikely for scum.]]

[[I think you mistake my point - I know that they did discuss talking out of thread during the night. However, it seems they weren't the ones who specified that it could only happen at night, so they could simply have been aware that lovers can often talk out of thread, without necessarily being...

[[OHHH wait juggernaut is also a role I forgot Yeah never mind, simplest explanation is the mafia have one of those, given it was in the role list to start with. I thought from the way you presented it that you were making a point about how there weren't any roles left to be in that slot and...

[[Huh. I'm looking back over my notes on D2 and: - Tetra points out lovers can talk to each other and considers this proof Persephone and Sinderella really are lovers because they know this (although Shiny Phantump also points out lovers can talk out of thread) [...] - Sinderella considers...

[[This is an interesting point. Unsure what to make of it. Hrmmm. Simplest explanation is probably that Goat is lying? Or else like, one of the mafia is bulletproof? Maybe I'm missing something obvious bit.]]

[[Sorry, maybe I'm slow but I'm not sure what it is you're applying the Monty Hall problem to here?]]

[[Equitial was staunchly against eliminating Anti, which I do think is a point in his favor - though of course, no reason a mafia member who isn't trusted anyway couldn't position themselves against the lynch of someone they know is innocent. On the other hand: This line of reasoning feels...

Dave rolled his eyes. "Well, I wouldn't have thought it'd take a legend to understand that I'm feeling like finishing my drink in peace, but here you fucking are to prove me wrong."

A sand castle! Jean giggled with delight as Ebony dashed through a tower, ruining it. What else was making a sand castle for? People were cheering up again. That was good. "Ebony's the best dog. That's why she's on Team Experiments! She's not an experiment but she's allowed because she knows...

Dave already regretted having let Owen drag him along to this thing. Who the fuck even were these people? Why were they so loud? He stayed where he was, sipping his half-finished beer, and hoped the newcomers would just leave him alone.

[[Also hi I'm feeling better today and am going to take another stab at reading some of Equi's longer posts]]

[[Honestly I'm used to lovers being able to communicate as a standard thing. The main thing that makes that claim fairly convincing to me is it being nighttalk specifically - the "standard", where I've usually played and in previous TR games as I understand it, is for roles that can talk...

"All right. I'll tell him." To dispel himself. Become just part of Soda again. Like the others. "...See you out there. We can grab a drink sometime, after I've slept for a fucking week." And then, with what felt like a rush of air, he was back in his body, swaying as Mia held him upright...

Dave took a deep breath. "Well, when something's there conveniently erasing all the memories of what you learned, that's not exactly your fucking fault, is it? Just... try not to get infested by any more parasites."

[[I really don't think there are more than two doctors. Equi ended D2 with a vote on Clovis, having switched back after initially voting Porygon. Not entirely sure what to make of this, honestly. Equi's explanation was that he'd just genuinely thought Clovis's info about lovers was a vanilla...

Dave watched Soda for a moment. "You remember what it made you forget yet?"

"Over?" Dave said, taking a cautious step toward the bedside. "If you mean the Eternal Blacklight, yeah. We sorted that out. You're going to be fine." He glanced back at the Empoleon. "Seems like Adne's taking pretty good care of things in here."

Well, Bahamut was a kind of medic. Dave increasingly wasn't sure what he was even doing here, but nodded vaguely to Adne and followed them to the back, silent.

Okay. Okay. In metaphorical bullshit psyche-land, he was getting better. That was good, right? Dave looked in the direction of the cottage. "Good. Great. Can we, uh, see him...?" How the fuck did this work.