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"Yer thinkin' what I'm thinkin', right? Don't answer that. Ah, sure sounds like that's somethin' that'd happen if'n he were the fella who was bumped off an' replaced. Spund plausible t'you experts?"

Brisa skewed her mouth. "Y'did the right thing by not unilaterally disclosin' anythin'. And again by cooperatin' with the investigation." She rubbed her muzzle with a paw. "Y'mentioned Owen. (Ah, Tamato. We can use Cibusean names.) I recall now that he was sent down first an' got knocked out...

Brisa listened carefully to Bean, taking silent notes all the while, until his colleague arrived. "Xatu Wheat, well met. How d'you do?" Try as she might, Brisa couldn't help but expect Psychic activity from the bird. Constantly anticipating it was going to drive her nuts. Thunder. "And y'can...

"Aw hell, y'can do that here? I might just have t'do the same." Jesse produced a bottle labelled with a marowak skull, and started drinking as he continued his stenography. "Sure was a fuckin' claim, I'd say! If the critter later depends on the notion that they got some power that's useful...

"I guess that's a matter of priority," said Brisa, rubbing her chin. "The most important are those with substantial memory blocks and/or a clear link to the calamities we've been facin'. Namely: S'more, fer bein' confirmed as an unwittin' agent of Giovanni but not rememberin' how he went about...

"I'm fine around Psychics," said Brisa, noting with displesaure that she couldn't keep an edge out of her voice. "I'll be fine in the company of yer colleagues. It's bein' subjected to telepathy involuntarily that sticks in my craw. Been workin' on the voluntary telepathy thing with my shade...

"Ah, how d'you do?" asked Brisa. "An' I should say, 'Brisket' is just fine if'n it's easier fer y'all." She had seen Bean. Never any especially substantial conversation, but he'd always been pleasant enough. Brisa took a small berry with a "Thank you kindly, ma'am," and approached Bean. "You...

Folks' thoughts ought to stay their own, unless they confided them willingly to someone they trusted. The idea of compelling people who professionally took on the private thoughts of others, in confidence, to give up those thoughts... Brisa shivered, repeatedly, her discmfort working out of her...

"Gods," muttered Jesse, "this shit goes a mile a minute, don't it?" He started amending his boards. "I'm gonna make a compromise an' keep this shit concise. Can't afford to take everythin' down in that level of detail th'rest of the game..." "Okay, lessee... I jumped the wand a bit about...

Jesse kept grinning. "And did it work?"

Jesse scowled. In his fist, the stick of chalk snapped into pieces. "So if I make an error, perhaps you oughta correct me, like I fuckin' asked. Stenography is an asset to anyone, same as any information. Issue with a game like this is asymmetry of information. Mafia already know exactly what...

[[Can't edit my last post, realised I'd forgotten to fix this after writing everything else.]] Jesse's Character Tracker Alexander | Hydreigon | he/him | Namohysip Nobody Altair | Yamask | he/him | Inkedust Nobody Arctozolt | they/them plural | IFBench Nobody Chappie | Luxio | she/her |...

[[So, pretty fun start to the game, huh? I got to read a shitton of posts speculating about Jesse-as-Arsonist first thing in the morning, because I fell asleep ten minutes before Day One, i.e. 1 am UK time. Naturally, Jesse and I cannot respond live while I'm asleep. This is reflected in the...

Luz clenched and unclenched one fist, cracking imaginary knuckles, as the speculation, questioning and accusations flew back and forth. Mellow threw a rock. Well, Luz could hardly blame her. Anyway, the Haze was intent on giving clues about the other spies, not unrelated info or anything about...

"Nobody just out an' says they're evil, pal," remarked Luz. "Y'gotta have a motivation of some kind. What's yer motive, then?"

"Fine, folks might understate the limits of their abilities, that's no great secret," replied Luz. "That's if'n they even know their powers as well as they think." She tapped her claws on her arm. It felt like no choice at all. May as well see what they could get. Right? Grill 'em, came the...

Who did this scoundrel think they were? Luz folded her arms and tilted her head back. "Narrow it down, y'say? You plannin' on givin' us some cryptic hints, an' then feedin' off the dismay knowin' those hints causes?" She relayed the info via telepathy, hoping that Brisa would hear and weigh in...

Luz sprinted up from behind the gaggle of 'mon trailing the apparition, and skidded to a halt near Nate. "Howdy," she said, deadpan. "Let's get right to it an' hear yer agenda, yer demands, whatever y'got t'say." Her digits twitched. The team was vulnerable. They didn't have their best...

From the same scene~

Brisa's mind numbed itself to the sight of so many fallen friends, of Darkwhite dissipating, of the ultra stone fragments... She focused on Starr. On getting to safety. She tried to fumble with her satchel. She'd saved an escape orb. Right? Where was the fucking thing... "Brisa." It was here...