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Cola swam around in the ectoplasm before settling in his usual spot and position. "I dunno. Anything. I guess the team base will have to wait while Rocky goes on his mission and Soda saves the world or something..." "Guess that's the plan," Soda said, running a claw along Rocky's Core. It was a...

[[ I have a really bad feeling that we're near or at lynch or lose or something close to it right now. Anybody with information or tracking roles, I think we need to throw caution to the wind and get everything out there so we can be absolutely sure that we take out a mafia today. We NEED to...

[[ I was ready to try to map out two healers as just a negative-utility town hazard, but Espy suddenly coming in with being a third healer is throwing that theory through a loop. Don't have time for substantial posts yet, Blacklight and ticket day at work has me strapped. Hopefully in a few...

[[ Just imagine Alexander is screaming at the sky right now. Now hang on, how many healers are we up to now? Three? And we had some Reluctant people, did we ever get confirmation on what Dave would've been? We have way too many healers...]]

"Mmmnn..." Cola curled up a little more. He seemed halfway submerged. But then, his red circles seemed to open up, and he wriggled a little, to Soda's surprise, and poured himself back onto the snow with a sigh. "I think... it might be safer to be with Puddle for now. It won't be as...

"Dunno. I think this is something we should let Cola decide," Soda replied, rubbing under Cola's chin again as he slid down into Soda's free arm, nestled in his chest fur. He purred. "Mmm... well..." Cola considered it, then stretched, like he was getting ready for a nap. All the stress must...

"Nah, I think I just have that effect on people," Soda said with a shrug as he rubbed under what he assumed was Cola's chin. "I sorta have a knack for, I dunno, feeling safe once you get to know me. Anyway, here's what I'm thinking. Cola... pick one of the three of us to hide with. I'm not going...

"Hmm..." Cola considered this, then nodded. "That could work..." "Or if you really want to be safe, I'm still an option," Soda offered, glancing at Cola with a shrug. The golden haze had gotten a little cozy on Soda's shoulder, and seemed to be eyeing his mane next. "I know you used to be...

"Goodness... How much have you been thinking on this?" "How can we not?" Cal asked, gesturing vaguely to where Joule had once been. "This is... it's terrifying! Y'know?!" "Yes, I'm sure it is," Pop replied, nodding. "Cola was the same way, really. I don't... blame you for that kind of feeling...

"Mmnah, actually, something tells me that world has a Pop, too. In fact, it's probably a Pop, actually. They coordinated to bring their worlds in parallel after the split, but to be honest, not even I know if they're actually the same exact person split two ways, or if it's a new Pop that was...

"...So it is about Joule, then?" Pop asked. Cal seemed a little off-put that he wasn't bothering with the hip accent anymore, but there was a lot more that she was focused on. "Yeah. I guess you could say that," Cal mumbled back.

"Soda?" repeated Flesh, and then he made a growl that seemed to not be words but an actual hum of contemplation. "Soda is very strong. I don't think I've ever seen him go all-out in a fight because he doesn't need to. He might even be stronger than Maple!" Though, that seemed more like wishful...

Cola happily placed a hoof in Soda's hand; he grasped in return and they shook firmly. "Ideas, eh?" Soda asked. "Like what?" Cola seemed transfixed by something. He pulled out of Soda's hold and looked at his wispy hoof, then at Soda, who seemed distracted by something else. "Y'know," Soda...

Joule flinched, then looked uncertainly at Pop, who made a light shrugging motion. "We can continue our discussion a little later," he said to Joule. And soon, the light dragon drifted away and into a portal, which closed once he passed through. Cal relaxed a little, but didn't say anything...

"A-a fight?" Flesh seemed to hesitate. "People are scared of me when I fight. Is that something that's okay to do? Soda said I might have fun with it. But... I don't like hurting people..." Flesh seemed to be aware of the nature of battles in Cibus. But Flesh was not of Cibus; perhaps like some...

Flesh seemed to flinch a little at that, his massive jaws widening a little more. And then, he looked outward, toward the streets. "I never got to see the Colosseum before. I only get to see it on the screens. And I also want to go to a forest and eat some of the trees. But Soda says that a lot...

"Oh?" Pop nodded. "Well, feel free to speak, unless this is a private matter." Joule dimmed and drifted to the left side of the room. "I'm sure it is something of a private matter, but if I may ask, does it involve me?" "I--I mean." Cal's embers fluctuated in size. "What's it to you?"

The vast majority of the space looked like it was meant for Flesh, probably due to his sheer size. The bedroom was dedicated largely to the Guzzlord's resting space, covered in tough-looking cushions that could deal with both his need to bite and gnaw as well as his sheer weight. In the far...

"Well, time's gonna start running short pretty soon," Soda said. "Might not even have a week before you guys start heading to the Tree, but... eh. We'll see, I guess. Just know that once that Tree starts going, I'm gonna see you, Cola, so you can decide. Stay safe 'til then." "Okay." Cola...

They do gardening a lot.