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Mademoiselle looked at the Palkia incredulously. "Are you trying to paint a target on your back?" [[Bad idea. If you're being truthful, you just gave the anti-town a the means of getting rid of Town's protection. There were better ways of defending yourself here and this admittedly has caused...

[[Got it, just got a little confused over the wording there. Am a bit tired.]]

Mademoiselle was lost deep in thought, considering everything that was said throughout the day before looking up to regard the crowd again. "I've been carefully considering who to trust," she mused. Walking over to a patch of dirt, she began writing down names in separate columns with her talon...

[[Third-party]]

Mademoiselle looked up at the sky, then back to the skeleton. The idea that she was nothing more than a fictitious construct created and controlled by some kind of higher being to interact with other such constructs created by the same kinds of beings was ridiculous to her. Instead she was left...

[[Wait, wait wait, are you implying to know some of these identities as well as their presence, because that's what I'm getting from this wording. I can buy non-hostile Third-parties as roles such as Survivor exist but I'm just as baffled as Sind here surrounding how you might've obtained this...

Mademoiselle just finished reading the message to herself. "Well, would you look at that," she whispered. The pool of potential suspects had narrowed themselves by one, it didn't seem like much now, but she'd take anything at this point. Now came the time to consider everyone else here. [[What]]

Mademoiselle yelped at the bug's assault before limping away halfheartedly to view the bizarre message Steven had received. She was going to have to steal that pokemon and hide it from the man, somehow. "I recognise this code, the purrloin is right, it's Morse. Sailors use it all the time to...

"I don't think so," Mademoiselle growled before unceremoniously sitting on him, covering his face with a wing so she wouldn't have to deal with hearing his voice. She looked back towards Steven. "If you think there is some kind of code hidden in the message, perhaps it may be wise to share it...

Mademoiselle yowled in both the surprise of the attack and the pain that blossomed in her jaw. She took one look at the man she threw and his pokemon. She snarled and with a few well placed strikes sent the large bug scampering back to it's ball. She wasn't new to battle, especially with those...

"Not to my knowledge." "I see. Well, I think you might've found your recipient," Mademoiselle said, nodding to Steven. Though something else caught her attention. "The messages are claimed to be limited in some way, could it be possible that someone is trying to hide some kind of code within...

"I've had enough of you testing my patience, little man." Mademoiselle growled. She noticed that another girl had spoken up, something she'd have to address as soon as she was done taking out the trash. Making no effort to make him comfortable, Mademoiselle dragged the pathetic man a bit further...

Mademoiselle tilted her head, interested in what the smartly dressed man, Steven, had to say before noticing that the unintelligent man was beginning to incite a brawl. She felt like a mother trying to wrangle a bunch of children. She hated that. She grabbed onto the back of the unkempt man's...

[[Roles were stated to be unknown from the outset, there being custom roles/a level of variation on standard roles shouldn't be all that surprising. Not sure how to feel about the presence of a PGO in this game. Not saying it's impossible at all, there very well could be one here, but from what...

[[You already said that. Anything new?]]

[[Frankly, I can only really attribute Jackie's behaviour/assumptions as them erring on the side of extreme caution when it comes to the buddy system. A townie deciding to collaborate with a hostile Third-party, though unlikely, is a terrifying thought. This is consistent with Jackie's play in...

Though the man from yesterday made no mention of watches, Mademoiselle understood the gist of his thought processes. She found it ironic for someone who was currently wearing a watch.

Mademoiselle didn't answer the skeleton's question, choosing instead to focus on the ongoing conversation. Most of it seemed meaningless, they'd never get to the bottom of anything at this rate. They needed something else, a proper lead. The crying Oshawott's claim of being able to send a...

Mademoiselle eyed the coin before accepting it with a polite "thank you", admiring the zoroark's life-like illusions, before putting it in the jar that had suddenly manifested. [[I think it's a bit too early to make any definitive reads outside of claims, as I know some players like to...

Mademoiselle eyed the skeleton. "And may as I ask with what money?" she asked, unamused. "If you haven't noticed, I'm an oversized bird!"