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Brisa called out, shielding Astrid with her body. "What're ya up to this time, Darkwhite? Another one of yer cryptic challenges?"

Jesse snarled to himself. "Y'know what? Lynchin' someone fer lookin' like they're lyin' when it could be in our favour don't sit right with me." He slumped into a convenient armchair. "I've exhausted myself. I'll vote with Palkia."

Jesse grumbled to himself for a moment before noting the course of the votes on his board. "I reckon... hmm, if this vote fer Darkwhite goes through, her innocence would corroborate Lee's evidence, and therefore Palkia by extension, while her guilt would shed serious doubt on Lee, but not so...

Jesse sighed. "I can think of several fuckin' configurations of Naughty and Nice that would explain the different takes flyin' about just off the top of my head. The way I see it, though, Lee is probably trustworthy, and I doubt he's fundamentally misunderstood his own power, which means Palkia...

"Nah. I ain't used my power yet. I meant the same sorta thing as how we all remember wrappin' a present we didn't fuckin' wrap, and folks keep sayin' they have false memories of how this goddamn 'game' works. I got an intuition that there's a new present waitin' for me to unwrap tonight, is...

"Are we friends?" asked Jesse, genuinely surprised. "Sure don't have the impression you like me much, Darkwhite. But listen, this is a chance for you to get Palkia on side. If the three of us are all Nice, surely we can gain each other's trust and vote as a bloc against more suspicious types...

"Fascinatin'," said Jesse, quite sincerely. "Well, I doubt we'll meet again after this, seein' as we're from different universes, but on the offchance we do, you seem a decent enough sort, my dear dragon. Anyway, by all means go wrangle Darkwhite, but y'can ask my indulgence any time you fancy."...

Jesse rested his chin on his knuckles and observed and listened. The guests were, by and large, peculiar folks to be sure. Himself included. If Sierra could only see him now. A dinner date with a higher deity? Best not waste it. "Y'know, if there's anythin' you'd care to ask a mortal such as...

Jesse held onto the table with a vice grip for a moment while he composed himself with steady breaths. "Believe it or not," he gasped, "that was neither the weirdest nor the most terrifyin' thing that's ever happened to me." He glared at the universe in general. Why him? Why all this...

Jesse spoke through gritted teeth. "At least of all the folks whose hands I could be placed in, yours are safe enough!"

Jesse clung on for dear life and yelped occasionally at bumps and sharp turns. He'd fought gods and won. He'd seen some scarring shit. This... this was just too fucking weird.

This was purgatory. Or hell. Or something. This was punishment for every last failure. Every single sin. He was in a horrorshow, and it was only getting worse. "This ain't right," he hissed. "This is fucked up."

Jesse's face moved between shock, confusion, anger, grief, humiliation, and feral rage in a matter of moments. "Sierra's a fuckin' person," he said, icily. "How fuckin' dare you?" He choked on his next words, and clenched his fists and jaw so hard that even with his powers muted, the persons...

"I'll bet any amount of tender y'like that the deity of spatial dimensions is not a romantically inclined entity," drawled Jesse, drily. "Still. What're ya up fer, my dear dragon? Y'got an honorific 'n' pronouns I oughta be usin'?"

Jesse rubbed his temple and adjusted his hat. "If I had my fuckin' powers, this'd already be over. I'm still tempted to try detainin' folks and see if I can prevent further deaths that way. But somethin' tells me the play here is to gather information and... augh. To make use of the fuckin'...

"Ma'am, I'm a former human, and though the specifics slip my mind, I'm darn sure I overheard a couple folks mention the same applied to them." "Not even fuckin' close. Mine is as straightforward as I can imagine, and what's more, it might never actually help us. Fer multiple fuckin' reasons...

"The machine is fuckin' with ya. Play along and try to get information outta Abigail or else provide some information yerself that vindicates ya. Nobody here is gonna think you're actually into this total stranger just cause the fuckin' machine says so."

Jesse gestured to the screen displaying the latest 'dating game'. "Didn't flash up there or somethin'? I got a memory of it, anyway. Probably about as real as the memories I got of packin' a fuckin' gift and so on."

"Oh, this shit's definitely real," grumbled Jesse. "Let's not be solipsisistic about it. Just don't like that folks' identities are shiftin' before my eyes."

Jesse's face screwed up in puzzlement and he yanked at his cheek tufts before turning back to the chalkboard and replacing 'Blue' with 'Abigail'. That ralts had been a vaporeon a second ago, he was fucking sure of it. "Fuckin' hallucination," he muttered. "'S a fuckin' bullshit nonsense fuckin'...