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("Shut the fuck up," Dave growled.)

Dave's head snapped back. "I mean, that's possible in theory but it seems pretty fucking convoluted to me. If the power's not supposed to tell them anything, then why would you assume this thing that's being publicly broadcasted is the same thing, instead of just being one of the one billion...

[[Incidentally, while I'm thrilled you trust me, I do feel obligated to note that in Christmas mafia, which was pure RP, I was playing Mia, who is a very different character, and was kind of wrestling with her throughout - I doubt my playstyle would look much like Christmas mafia regardless!]]...

Dave emerged into the fair, blinking blearily at the fairground lights. "What the fuck," he muttered. "Okay, so. Yes, I targeted the Froslass, like I said I would yesterday. I don't know how 'Okay, the dread thing works. I've got dread on me rn' could be interpreted other than it did go...

[[Okay so. No daytalk is actually something that might be indicative? The mafia are definitely very aware that there's no daytalk. Obviously mafia can fake reasoning like they think there's daytalk, I did it myself last anniversary game, and town can just legitimately have read the rules thread...

"That's what I said. I have to target somebody and they get plus two. Anyone who targets me, or that I vote for, gets plus one."

"I wouldn't be so sure he even was mistaken, is the thing. Maybe if he was looking for an excuse to vote for somebody, he just pretended to misunderstand. Even aside from the mafia not having talked to each other yet."

[[FUCKING why games with no daytalk whyyyy]]

Dave sighed, dragging a paw over his face. "Yeah. That was my first thought when they said that, which is why I stayed the fuck away from mentioning it. Good job, asshole." [[Don't mind him - I actually think Sinderella's probably town for that? Feels like independent reasoning rather than...

Dave peered at the Delcatty. "Well, what I was thinking was if the mafia swapped the dread to a different target, they could swap it to one of their own and then lie about it. Whoops, nobody got the so-called dread, Dave's lying about the whole thing. But that's not a strategy they could keep up...

“Of course,” he added, with another exasperated look at Darkwhite, “who knows, maybe there’s somebody who can just redirect my action to somebody, without having to know who I originally targeted, in which case there’s nothing we can do about it without knowing who they are.”

“For the record,” Dave cut in, “yes, I can pick who I target with it. I just can’t not target anyone. I think what the cactus is getting at is maybe we’ve got some dicks running around with swapping powers, where they can make me target someone other than who I actually pick. Which, yeah, that...

“To be clear, my card specifically said anyone with dread four can’t use their action unless cured. That’s where the whole cure bit comes from. If there’s no curing it, then it’s an active red herring.” Dave paused, squinting at the card again. “Although, hang on, it could be what it means by...

Dave's guardian whispered to him again, urgent. He rolled his eyes. "Okay, confirmation that other investigative roles, anything that's not an alignment reading, should work fine on me. So please try that to your heart's content." He paused. "What? The fuck are you talking about? What fucking...

Dave scowled at the voice of the guardian. Blessingly his hadn't shown up yet, but knowing these games was only a matter of time. "Well, that'd be a pretty counterproductive fucking lie, wouldn't it? Don't want you to investigate me so I tell you upfront that you'd get a guilty result? If I were...

"Sword--" In a shower of cardboard, playing cards rained down on the gathered Pokémon. Dave grabbed one of the 'rulebooks' and opened it. Oh. Oh. This wasn't Cibus. This was this again. He pulled a card off the ground and skimmed through it. Then read it again, seething. "Sword, I'm going to...

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Dave blinked blearily at two black paws extending in front of him. He was... a Mightyena again. Back in Cibus. Back in Cibus? He jolted to his feet, looking around, but no, this sure didn't look like Cibus - it was some kind of psychedelic void. A bunch of other Pokémon were waking up around...

Chapter xvi "lets" Ohh, so this is the backstory behind why Tourmaline was so insistent she'd never be Hilda's specifically, isn't it. (Oof, that 'yikes' at the notion that they might not obey the every command of a human child unless they respect them.) Something delightful about this after...

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