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I'm mostly just happy that voting for Dave, what, three times finally paid off!

Mel scrambled into the room. "Look, uh, sorry for losing my mind there a little bit. I just want to double-check. Was... Was I right this whole time about Dave? I was right about him all along and I didn't even get to be there when he confessed?! Oh, come on!"

Repeat watched, open-mouthed, as Dave went off the rails. Then he blobbed off to where Mel was napping. "Chief is going to want to hear what just happened."

Repeat quietly shifted into a vaguely Lachlan-esque form and gently carried Mel off out of the way. "She needs a little rest," he said when he came back, once again wearing his own face. "You know how it goes. Overexcitability, raging at the heavens, et cetera, et cetera. I think she'll be fine...

"Okay, look." Repeat hopped down off of Mel's shoulder. "I think Starr made a really good point that we need to make sure that we pay attention to. And since Chief isn't up to it right now, I'll take point. I don't know what's going on here any more than she does, but I don't intend to let...

"No... no. You're right." Mel shook her head. "You're absolutely right. Let's sort through what I know. I know that we were brought here against our will, and I know that people are disappearing every day, no matter what we do. This guy," she continued, gesturing at Dave, "this guy gets it. In...

"Stop! Just... Just stop, all of you!" Mel clutched the sides of her head. "There's too much talking! There are only six of you, but there's way more voices! I was wrong, this isn't textbook first day with psychic powers, something is really wrong here!" "Boss, calm down," Repeat muttered...

Mel kicked her feet up on a table that seemed to be there for just that purpose. The night had been restless - all of the nights had been, especially considering Repeat was putting himself in danger every time - and she really didn't want to contemplate any further disappearances. "I dunno...

((For what it's worth, if someone confessed, I would definitely change my vote to reflect it. That said, even odds that I would change my vote away from them just for the hell of it, so I might not be the best barometer. ))

Mel listened to the testimony thoughtfully, occasionally exchanging words with Repeat. When there finally came a lull in the conversation, she spoke up. "So the way I'm looking at it is like this," she said, frowning at nobody in particular. "Aside from me and Repeat, we got Dave, Mia, Hecto...

"Repeat, where in the world did you get that popcorn?" "Don't question it, chief."

"So if the contradiction here is that Starr only saw Dave and not the mafia," Repeat said, "there's a few ways that could play out. Either the mafia have a way to disappear people without notice, someone has the ability to block someone else's skills without showing it, or... Dave is lying."

"Hey, so..." Mel started her sentence a few times, and swallowed it each time. There was nothing being said that wasn't making her head hurt. "If I got this straight, this is what happened: On the first night, Dave tried to deflect from himself to Starr. Nobody disappeared that night, but...

There was no time to process the most recent disappearance before Starr made her accusation in appropriately dramatic form. "Hm, interesting," Mel muttered to Repeat. "No kidding," said Repeat back. He raised his voice so that others could hear him. "Uh, Starr, right? Can you go into more...

As the sun, or whatever passed for it in this featureless void, set, thoughts swirled around Mel's head. Psyduck had obviously gone off the deep end. That in and of itself was enough for Mel's heart to sink; Psyduck needed help, not imprisonment, but at least this way the Mafia's ranks had...

((Just to put this out there, I'm also rolling with this as "Mel plays Mafia," not "NonAnalogue plays Mafia." That said, I do take into account OOC stuff; I just try and figure out how to work that into an IC response.))

Mel crossed her arms. "Call it a gut instinct if you want, but something's not right here." "Chief?" "I mean, something's gnawing at me." Repeat grinned. "Oh, you mean like--" "Not like that Totodile in Viridian City, thanks, Repeat. My vote this time is for Psyduck.Who treats a grieving...

"Sure thing," Mel said. -- Our Thoughts on the Matter -- "It's like this. The problem here is that, every night, someone else is gonna get disappeared, right? So every night we wait, we're gonna put ourselves at more and more of a disadvantage. So I wanted to get the drop on these Mafia goons...

There were certain things that would always be true, no matter where in the infinite expanse of universes one was. For example, thanks to a certain stroke of coincidence, water was always wet, except for the times when it wasn't. Weird, but true. Another such fact was that no matter what else...

"This feels like a mistake." Mel let out a breath. "But I don't wanna jail someone who's innocent either." "Guess we'll have to hope that the majority made the right call, boss," said Repeat.