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“Wait what does ‘whenever a mime dies another way, all mines lose’ even mean? They can only die certain ways?”

“Fuck, what is this.” Unvote: Anubis

“Aight so I’m pretty sure their ARE multiple docs and I’m going to kill Guzma.”

“Okay but like if we kick out one of you and you’re a homie, the other one knows that, they’d get insta-sus! It’d be the dumbest fakeclaim ever.” GOD DAMMIT MIMES???

SIND ARE YOU KIDDING ME

WAAAAAIT A SEC.

“Cuz like, dropping a roleclaim is a bombshell of info from seeing how everyone else reacts to it.”

Stracion blinked at Anubis. “Okay so like, wait—if you’ve already decided you’re gonna say your role, spending a long time putting a post together feels like using that time to come up with a convincing fake role. I get making a thought out counterargument whatever, take all night for that, but...

“Lmao I can’t count.”

Stracion tilted her head. “Right, so… what does that… mean? Like you got rolecopped or something? If ‘Racha is a hater, he couldn’t have rolecopped you on day 1, so your role had nothing to do with that. And like, ‘at least one?’ There’s only two votes bro, you’ve gotta have some idea which of...

"Riiiiight 'kay, yep, that changes things. Derp." She paused to reread the writing Phoebe had left on the buffet tablecloth, explaining the various possible pairings. "Fuck it, I'll bite. Vote: Anubis."

Stracion shrugged. "Nah, nah, just that being the deciding vote is usually something they wanna try and avoid unless there's a real solid reason, you get me?"

"Like, he'd know Cygnus was clean if he was a hater. He'd know who the other haters are, and that everyone else isn't, and being the hammer vote on a homie always looks bad. But like, I'm not 100% on it or anything, and he legit might've just forgot to try making a more info-grabbing vote."

Stracion paused, drumming her fingers on the soda can. "Hang on a sec. Haaaang on, you might be onto something. 'Racha was like me--pretty up for having a spicy day 1 to get more info. All good there. But then he just left his vote on Anubis for no real reason when he coulda switched over...

Stracion cracked her knuckles. "Aight, so, I'm having a thought... only the haters know for sure if they're the ones who targeted Cygnus, right? A gun owner wouldn't know. I guess a vig would, but eh, got my doubts there. Anyway, that means looking at who's assuming who got Cygnus could be...

Stracion had dozed off for most of the morning but then abruptly jolted awake. Right, there was a game, she probably oughta play. "Ey, nice, I was thinkin' the same thing. I don't think it's an act, I think she's clean." She leaned back in her seat. "Anywho, like Jack-o over here said, I...

Stracion blew a raspberry. “You guys are boring. Well, don’t blame we if we’re flying just as blind tomorrow because nothing spicy happened.”

“Aw c’monnnn, it’s no fun if no one gets voted out, where’s your sense of drama~”

Stracion waved a hand lazily. “Hey, Pheebs, it’s fiiine, anything sus at this point is sus by like, five percent tops. If you’re a homie, I doubt any of it’ll stick by tomorrow.”

Stracion idly twirled a loc of hair around her finger. “Yeah, see… fussing too much about third parties and stuff making it too dangerous to play when there’s nothing to go off yet… Just feels like something that’d be on a hater’s mind, y’know? The rest of us gotta deal with all of them the...