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Jesse blearily looked up from his chalkboards. "The committee are insufferable bastards who ain't even tryin' t'make sense. Talkin' back to 'em gets you electrocuted. The nickit was a mass fuckin' hallucination. Yeah, that all just about fuckin' tracks." He clawed at his face in unsuppressed...

Jesse patted the kid's head in an attempt to reassure him. "Yer story don't have to be accurate, or even one you entirely believe. Remember, we all vote fer the guilty party afterwards. Maybe Lee will get lucky and Nilam'll be our bastard to vote fer."

Jesse raised a full-throated vulpine growl in his throat. "Right. Let's get back to it. We have four 'prophets' who're meant to each make a case that a particular guest is guilty of Squirt's kidnappin'. Y'all gotta choose a different target each. Then we vote." Odysseus Steve Jobs Romulus...

"Thank you," managed Jesse. Of course, the cookie then sprouted eyes, which he peered into with contempt, before dropping the fucking thing. "Darkwhite, any idea what's goin' on??" Jesse looked the ralts in the eye. "Sheer fuckin' determination. Help from a friend. Faith." And maybe the...

Jesse held his breath and clenched his fists hard enough to snap the sticks of chalk in his paws. He closed his eyes. "Yeah. Gimme a sec. I've been through some shit like this before and it's... it's all comin' back up." The tension seemed to pass out of Jesse, and he dropped the chalk to the...

"This fuckin' bullshit ain't within any established parameters of any kind. This ain't right. This ain't fuckin' right. Did one of you do this? Did one of you fuck with everyone's heads? Is this some weird fuckin' goddamn power?" Jesse's hands were at his wands, but he knew. He knew they...

"Y'all, I am beyond weirded out by this," hissed Jesse, teeth clenching. How stupid of him to have forgotten that this was the place that chose to prod and poke him over Brisa the way it had. This was not a place of reason, or kindness, or justice. It was a place of vindictive mania.

Jesse furrowed his brow and reexamined his boards. "Noci's statements about her intented actions and the results seen so far line up very well. It's not her fault if her power has simply fizzled every time because of circumstances outside her control. Meanwhile Nilam hasn't offered any...

Jesse grinned, and tried not to think too much about being murdered. Hey, the guy liked him. That was something. "Thanks fer this, partner. I'll be makin' a note." "Gen claims to have one of five possible powers. I made a list; they're all good. Nocitlalin claims to have a target redirection...

It was a house. At first she didn't recognise it, from the angle, the lack of surrounding environment, and the way it looked far newer than she was used to, but she knew it. A specific, particular house. Wooden in construction, perched on a stone-strewn knoll, large enough for a small family to...

"Noted," said Jesse with a nod. "Though it leaves me with a feelin' of grave uncertainty about whether a kill was attempted last night, the order in which each power activated, and where it leaves us. I'm still likin' my informed suspicions, though. Got any contrary suppositions?"

"I've no idea, partner," drawled Jesse, raising a brow. "Maybe not! But you are on our side, as far as I can tell, which means I don't really fuckin' care. So, you're sayin' ya may or may not have protected Abigail. I'm sure we all appreciate yer help, but I'd appreciate yer elaboration, too. My...

Jesse approached Lee and pulled him into a hug. "Was worried you were gonna bite it, partner. Fuckin' relieved to see ya safe." "Alright, big shot. Out with it. Y'keep sayin' y'ain't yer sibling. What are you implyin', that you were the one who fucked around with Night 4? That you know...

"Lemme just go over my suspects board fer Lee and anyone else confused," added Jesse. He went back to his boards and made some adjustments with coloured chalk. Jesse's Suspects Chalkboard Dead Cleared of 1st & 2nd Murders by Lee Alignment Cleared by Jesse Alignment Cleared by Abigail...

"Delighted to see everybody emergin' safely from the night. We'll get through this yet." "S'good to fuckin' see ya, Lee. Mind, ah, puttin' yer head back on so's I can clap you on the back fer survivin'?" "Nice work, partner. Is it also possible that Mia chose to make no attempts to kill...

Brisa memorised the information from Darkwhite as best she could, her tail tuft tracing patterns in the dust as she listened. 'Deoxys'. That didn't seem like a familiar name, but perhaps she'd be able to find out about it at the library, or something... There was just so much to contend with...

"Alright, well... Good luck." Jesse shook his head numbly and pawed at his neck, trying to massage the staticky feeling out of his throat. Then he went back to his boards. "It's like I said earlier. We gotta find out if anyone's been fuckin' murdered, and I recommend we vote Nilam next...

Jesse stared into space, stunned, while wordlessly returning the embrace. Darkwhite's body felt fluffy and warm, but insubstantial, and where his body made contact with hers, his skin prickled as if exposed to static electricity. He... Hadn't expected that shit with the... the tongue. Holy...

Jesse didn't know how to handle this situation. Frankly, all possible actions had unpredictable outcomes and all of them were probably bad. Was this another test of some kind? Maybe he should refuse. Nobody could make him kiss them. But then on the other hand, it wasn't like he had much reason...

Jesse paused his frenetic board-updating to glance round at the voice. "Darkwhite? What's wrong?" An arrow? That wasn't how this place worked— But they didn't know how things worked here. Not really. He could be watching someone die and he was damned if he was going to hesitate to help. Jesse...