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Palkia surveyed the board for several minutes, humming to itself. Yes, yes, this did all track, didn't it? Well, except for... "I don't think it's Nilam."

Palkia surveyed the party sadly. There was a Beldum-shaped hole in its heart, one that could not be filled by shoveling down food. Who would fill the quota for senseless destruction now? "Well, I didn't vote for her," it said under her breath. The spatial lord was also pretty sure that it...

Palkia held up a Wiimote. "WiiDate of course~"

"Hmmmm..... perhaps. But we did select the four, no? Or rather, the four prophets did. It's not as though the four were plucked from the void."

"Ah, hm... perhaps I may have been too hasty," Palkia mused "Omamori are for protection, but the names of the abilities... all having to do with the phases of the moon. Manipulation of day and night. The Solar Eclipse... I can't help wondering if that's what cut yesterday short."

Palkia sighed dramatically. "If you all insist. Don't blame me if it backfires~" The dragon paused until everyone was looking at it, then went on: "Omamori are protective amulets. I believe our dear Nilam has a protection ability."

"We already know what Noci's gift does. I still think it'd be just as useful to either side. Funny how that works." Palkia had returned from... somewhere. "But that's besides the point. I believe I know what Nilam's gift does. I won't spoil the surprise," it added with a wink. "But I can say...

"Ah, wait, silly me, it was Abigail. And as for the Rotom..." Palkia paused, as though it had suddenly realized something. "I believe I need to check the Wikipedia, back in a bit~"

"Hmm... perhaps," Palkia said, contemplative. "But wasn't there one among us who formerly had the murder weapon in their possession? Can't say I recall who~"

Palkia drifted back and forth. "You, know, it's interesting... seeing as our two dear automotons are bound to vote for each other, and Mr. Delphox is passed out asleep, and the four prophets relinquished their votes... this vote really comes down to the whims of Darkwhite and Abigail." Its grin...

Palkia dropped its cookie. "Well I was going to vote for that rapscallion Palkia, but I can't not vote for Santa."

"Hm?" Palkia checked the transcripts, which was apparently a thing it could do. "Oh! You're referring to this, no?" "Well yes, of course this is referring to the black presents. Squirt, Mewtwo, Mia... they all opened their presents, and they've all vanished. 'Don't open until Christmas,'...

"The black presents are over there, safe and sound! To be honest, I'm not sure what presents even are in this sack." Palkia fished around in the bag and pulled out... another copy of Monopoly. "...huh."

"Teeeechnically our dear Noci doesn't even need to be lying about her gift at all! That sort of disruption would be just as useful Naughty or Nice, wouldn't you say?" "But that's beside the point. I'm supposed to be building a case, aren't I? And since we aren't allowed to overlap, I'll go...

"So, to summarize!" Palkia called out, in between rather large bites of smashed cookies that it had pulled from the sack it was carrying, "Lee would like to accuse Mia since we all know she was guilty, but as she's been removed from the game, she no longer exists as far as past crimes are...

Palkia looked up from where it had been hunting for snacks in the kitchen. "Well, unless the gift with the power to kill had any means of changing hands, it seems fair to say that the same person eliminated both Squirt and Mewtwo, yes? Very likely could have been Mia. But we're all meant to...

"Yup. World-savers, that's us," Starr replied dryly in between bites of some kind of stir-fry. Well, she couldn't really argue with his point about using food for teambuilding. "What've you heard about us, anyway?"

“I volunteer!” Palkia exclaimed cheerfully

Palkia put a claw to its chest. "Well now I wish I had!" The dragon proceeded to hand out wiimotes to Lee, Gen, and Jesse, keeping one for itself. "Got any 4-player games?" it asked the console.

Palkia cackled gleefully. "Do you really think she'll help us? What possible reason could she have to help us, the ones who banished her from the party!" Palkia rounded up the Wiimotes, pressing the sync button on the front of the console. "Well, let's get to it, then!"