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Dave stared at him. Well, that was unexpected. Eien'd been here? And she'd been interacting with kids, in Treasure Town? Surf and Turf (maybe just Surf? How old were they?) had met Eien? That was something to follow up on. "You applied in a dream? How does that work?" Did these shitheads have...

"Pretty limited in usefulness, aren't they, if by the time they get around to doing anything somebody else has had to step up to imprison the interdimensional crime lord anyway." Bean sounded like a real junior member. Probably a starry-eyed believer in the cause. "Have you always been an...

Not falling for that, apparently. "I mean, not too much. You're some kind of interdimensional accountability organization that's supposed to step in when gods go wrong and the like." Not bringing up the Diyem bit. Wasn't exactly a thing he knew about them, was it? "And catch world-hopping...

"Yeah, so I've gathered. Soda was telling me you're something called an 'Overseer'?" How much to reveal of what he knew already? Better to start off slow, probably, see how much Bean was willing to tell them.

Dave narrowed his eyes. "Yeah. Been keeping tabs on Team Spectrum?"

Dave looked suspiciously around the therapists' offices and the friendly, reassuring decor. He'd had no plans to visit this place, but apparently it was a convenient location to talk to Cibus's main Overseer representative. Owen sure talked to the receptionist like an old friend, which was...

[[To be entirely fair, musing on exactly how probably-town players could be mafia is something I do, too... I find it a nice exercise in okay but what if, keeping those counterfactuals open so as to remember how it could be possible.]]

[[Like I said, this is by no means concrete. It's less that any post trying to justify the vote like this would be suspect than it is about the timing - your two votes just kind of slot into when the mafia'd be likely to hop onto the wagon that's likely to win, and then when I read those posts...

Dave listened to the back and forth with a deepening frown, occasionally sipping yet another beer he'd summoned out of the void, all the way until... Oh, so he did, did he? Almost like Dave was just fucking right. Of course the bastard hated that. He smirked, taking another sip. He took a deep...

[[Everything about Lexx yesterday makes sense if he was cop and inspected Dave as innocent; he also had an unexplained hard townread on Dave from the start. I’m pretty confident that’s what happened here. This also makes me think Arctozolt is likely legit; the alternative would be the mafia...

[[Summary of that conversation: - Jesse attempted to use an action on Dave N0, but it failed - Jesse thinks this might mean Dave did something to stop it, or that it didn’t work because Dave had been jailed (as jailing prevents the person from being targeted), and therefore attempts to fish that...

“I mean, I don’t think it’s very likely the mafia has multiples of the same power, but I don’t have any special insight into that, just that that’d be pretty odd design. Mafia being able to block multiple people at once is pretty powerful.”

"I'll go out on a limb and say it was me," Dave said with a sigh. "For two reasons. One, Lexx put me down as definitely innocent from the first time he made a list, but not Jesse. And two, what he said indicated he'd targeted me and knew it went through, hence no jailing. Targeting Jesse...

Dave stared at Arctozolt. "You fucking idiot. There are roles that can see the roles of who died. You'd set up for being one of those by saying you saw both roles. People wanted to know what Lexx was, not you. You didn't have to say that you're the cop now. Thanks, now the mafia knows exactly...

Dave exhaled through his nose. "I mean. In theory the mafia learning that a particular role is dead can be bad. Say there's only one doctor, and they learn the doctor is dead. That tells them they're safe shooting for anyone they think is a powerful role. That sort of deal."

Dave made an exasperated get-on-with-it motion with his hand. "Okay. And their abilities are...? For fuck's sake."

"I mean, we have no guarantee the Luxio actually caused the kill here, beyond her assumption. Maybe the mafia just fucking targeted Rascal while Lexx hid behind her, end of, and the fact Lexx got targeted by a swap had nothing to do with it. But also, maybe Rascal was babysitting somebody else...

Dave scratched his chin, frowning. "Yeah. Something I've been thinking about Nefari's claim is that it was really fucking dumb to reveal it right out of the gate. Because she announced she doesn't actually get the ability until later, the arsonist knows exactly how to disable her before it ever...

Dave squinted at Tefiren. It was way too early in the morning for this kind of galaxy-brain bullshit. He chugged down the rest of his beer and threw the empty bottle off into the void. "Okay, first of all, why the fuck would somebody else need to bring up strongman kills first, when they were a...

Dave nodded slowly. "Right. That's good." He looked away. "And yeah. They are." He paused for a few seconds, glancing back at him. "Get some sleep, I guess." Fuck. He sighed, dropping his head heavily back on his pillow. <><><><><>