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Jesse was sorely tempted to join Lee at the bar. Gods knew he needed a drink, and the wolf felt like a kindred spirit on some level. But instead he concentrated, trying to find what he needed... there. A chalkboard. He wheeled it into the main lobby and started scrawling on it. "Just gonna try...

Jesse snapped his fingers in agitation. "Second thought, don't let on if you have a protective gift. You'll just make yerself a fuckin' target. Shush."

Jesse blanched a little. "Well, as ominously supernatural as that is, perhaps it at least means death here does not result in evisceration of the soul..." He paced, frowning. "I got a couple questions. Each of us sent a gift, and oughta remember doin' so even if the memory is planted. Can any...

Jesse nodded, and stroked his cheek fur thoughtfully. "I suspected some of us might be afforded... interestin' advantages in our investigations. I myself have one, though not one that provides me with any insight into the killer's identity." He gave Lee a sympathetic look as he paused for a...

I'd certainly consider it~ I'd want to watch out for certain pitfalls, as the worst case scenario here is one where half the community becomes a fanclub for One Fic for a considerable time, but it shouldn't be hard to figure out a good system. This would be a good way to get motivated to binge a...

"Yeah, yeah, fuck you too, Ma'am," grumbled Jesse in Darkwhite's general direction. So, the mewtwo was gone. He guessed that cleared the bastard of suspicion, but there was still so much that remained unknown. One of them badly needed to discover and volunteer some real information to go on...

"I ain't fuckin' votin' for anyone." Jesse massaged his temples. "And neither should anyone else."

"Not fuckin' interested," snapped Jesse. "Remember, folks, early presents lead to death, judgin' by Squirt's fate. We don't have evidence on anyone yet, so we're fuckin' ourselves if we fuckin' guess randomly or some shit. Just abstain and tell these sadistic fuckers where to put it."

"FUCK IT. Never have I ever levitated with my psychic powers." Jesse rubbed his temple. He was developing a migraine.

Jesse ignored the continuing jabs about Brisa and grinned weakly at Lee's question. "I don't do folks like that. I'm up-front about my intentions. Let's see what Miss Mew has to say fer herself." 'Traumatised.' That's what the machine had said. But that couldn't be right. Traumatised folks...

"'Foxy...' Ugh. For the love of gods."

Jesse rolled his eyes. "I shook for the 'legendary' question, and you're just plain wrong about my accent bein' dumb, so you're outta luck there, darlin'. Fair's fair if you're not gonna count a nickname as a legitimate moniker. What is yer real name, anyhow?" He shot a glare at both of the...

"No," said Jesse, voice steady. "I have never killed. So. ...Darkwhite?" He glanced at the PS3 and then at Lee. "Go fer it."

Jesse stared down Darkwhite with unconcealed antipathy. "Palkia. What actually are you askin', anyhow? Pick yer words precisely."

What? That wasn't even a specific question. Was it figurative, did it mean murder? Or like... cutting yourself shaving when you were thirteen years old and a different species? Did pokémon battles count, or...? What? "I ain't ever sworn in a dumb accent," he said after a second with his paw at...

Jesse sighed and shook his remote. "Seen and kicked the ass thereof, yeah. Legendaries are the way they are, y'know?"

"None of yer business what I did, and I don't have the time to explain," growled Jesse. "Fuck you." He shook the remote. He was about to ask some petty question as planned, but he remembered the point of this was to use the game to get information on Darkwhite. But then, this was some kinda...

"Yeah, I've been a human," snapped Jesse. "I already told the room I started out human, you already knew that." Surely that wouldn't fuckin' count. He could just say 'never have I ever levitated' or some shit and get one over the fuckin' mew that way. "You ever been married, son?" asked Jesse...

Jesse's face contorted in anguish. "Back in the world this body is from, I was a telepath. Sometimes it's... involuntary. It happened, but I would never... I would never mean to hurt my kid. Gods fuckin' damn it."

Jesse shook the wiimote with a feral snarl. Guilt. Shame. Humiliation. Anger. Resentment. Gods, his heart was full of so, so many burning poisons. He never asked for this. He just wanted to go home.