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As short and one-sided as this turned out – bad luck, Mafiosos! – I had a great time playing Bristarr again, and the thrill of getting a successful elimination before anything even happened and then getting strongman-killed for it even as vanilla town was pretty badass. Thanks to Wind for...

Brisa sat on her haunches, glancing from player to player, wondering who she could trust if she woke up alive the next morning. The human – Dave – the one with the bizarre story who knew both her and Starr... he'd weighed in straight away to agree with them about early voting, sticking his neck...

@Flyg0n @Sinderella @HelloYellow17 @SparklingEspeon [[Would y'all care to commit to No-Elim, vote Shini, or start a new wagon based on reads from the recent discussion? Half an hour to go, folks!]]

[[Same energy.]]

[[Also on the topic of rules clarifications, for anyone who was still unsure: Jackie/Brisa & Chibi/Starr are a hydra, and count as one player with one vote, one role, and one life.]]

Brisa shook her head, and cleared her throat. "Y'all ain't gettin' it, huh? Doin' nothin' and hopin' the town cop lives long enough and gets lucky enough to point us to the scum ain't gonna cut it. That's just askin' to give control of the game to the mafia! This is a game where gatherin'...

Brisa frowned, pawing at her own cheek. "I'd be a hell of a cynic to discount that notion, outlandish as it may be, when we're standin' in this fuckin' place, playin' 'Mafia'. Can't say this is bringin' back any recollections, though. I got a continuous stretch of memory from my childhood to a...

"Gods' teeth," hissed Brisa, curling her lip back over her fangs. "I want you as fuckin' far from me as this world allows." [[You could just vote for her, actually. Nobody's hunting yet, we could do with some reactions. We need information in exchange for our time.]] Something told Brisa she...

Brisa cocked her head at the stranger. "Do I know you, fella?" she asked, disconcerted. For a moment her gut lurched at the notion that this was her pa returned to human form, but no, surely not. His voice was dead wrong, for one. "Don't recall ever meetin' a human afore today," she added, not...

"Get yer motherfuckin' hand off me, or you'll soon lose it," Brisa growled back.

So, there were others here. Humans, even. How strange they looked. What did Starr look like, in her human body? The human-torracat had explained the rules of Mafia to her on the way. Fucked up, but Brisa was ready to give it a shot. She was used to pressing people on their bullshit, it shouldn't...

Brisa nodded, ears dipping in acknowledgement. She felt it too – an intuition too strong to ignore. "Sure thing, partner. I trust yer instincts, 'specially when yers an' mine are in agreement." She reached out a paw, and waited for Starr to match her. Careful... careful. Their paws met...

The migraine-inducing disorientation of being somewhere else hit her like a hangover on a stormy morning. She stared at the tessellated blue ground with her paws on her temples, and took careful breaths. This was a different world, she felt damn sure, though she hadn't the faintest idea how she...