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Palkia threw one of the couch cushions into the air. "Ah! Yes! I see what she's getting at. The door--did it specify when you can use it? And how often? My item can only be used at night. But we didn't get a night last night!"

Palkia looked up from where it was currently hunting for pencils dropped between the couch cushions. "Technically I started that."

"Well, isn't this morbid!" Palkia said cheerfully, scooping up the basket with one arm.

"Excellent! I love designer stationery," Palkia exclaimed, shrinking down to a size more suitable to visit the miniature cathedral. It paused, looking down at itself, and then with added, "And you said I wouldn't fit," with a dismissive scoff.

"Feel I ought to set this straight so it doesn't come as a surprise later--my gift can be of use, but it's situational. It's not the sort of item that can be useful all the time, such as anything meant for surveillance. I've not used it yet, and if anyone happens to have spied on me, they'd...

Palkia listened to the electronic voice of the Rotom. "Right, that all tracks well enough, I'd say. Can't say I'll be voting for Mia quite yet, though," it said matter-of-factly. "Mia, well... She's been quite determined to approach all this from a logical perspective. Rooting out...

"Here's hoping! Seems to have been the case in other games, though. And we'd run out of time to come up with a good question for him to ask anyway." Palkia cackled. "I can't believe it took someone this long to think of that!" By which it obviously meant that it hadn't thought of that...

Palkia cackled hysterically. "You did it! You actually did it! You bought us more time--AMAZING."

Almost time indeed. "Say what you will, if you like." Palkia grinned. "I can say that I hope to see you tomorrow."

Palkia chuckled. "In a manner of speaking. Falling out with a dear friend, never speaking to them again--it would cut just as deep, wouldn't you say?" It shrugged. "Buuuut if you didn't intend to include that, then I pass~" The wiimote was left unshaken.

Palkia gazed at her curiously. "Romantically, platonically, or both? Specificity is important~"

The way the game was looking, there wouldn't be enough time left to narrow in on a true suspect. Between the ten potential suspects, Palkia could say that it had no intention of voting for five of them, at least for the time being. Between the remaining five, well... hard to say. But if...

Palkia's eyes lit up. "Intriguing~ No invite needed, I'd say! As for the memory, well... how real does the memory feel to you?"

"Haven't the faintest idea where we are either," Palkia said cheerfully. "Seems that you've got the edge on me in this game if you're just going to keep naming space things," it added, shaking the wiimote. "Let's try... never have I ever attended a party with this many guests."

Palkia rolled its eyes. In the back of its mind, it could hear Dialga's scornful tone. "Yes, well... that was a given, now wasn't it." The dragon shook the wiimote. Mew could transform, so... "Never have I ever pretended to be someone I'm not," Palkia said with a smirk.

Palkia shrugged. "Fair enough! Now then, have you got a question for me?"

Palkia's attention snapped to the remote. Ah, yes. They'd been playing a game. "Never have I ever... read anyone's mind." Could psychic-types do that in her universe? Worth a shot.

Things were moving quickly. Almost too quickly. Palkia had wanted things to become interesting... well, it had gotten its wish, one way or another. The Delphox had handed his vote over. After a single date. That move would be an unmitigated disaster for anyone on the Naughty faction. There...

Much of the party had been silenced by Darkwhite's dejected protests. Mia in particular seemed to be carefully considering something. Palkia decided to do the same. After all, it had every intention to win, and if Darkwhite really could be a useful ally, then...

Palkia chuckled at the look of outrage on Darkwhite's face. "Still, I'm impressed that you were willing to try such a bold move!" It had seemed that she genuinely believed it might work, which could only mean...