Steven appeared from the inn, pausing only momentarily to deposit a letter in the nearby mailbox. He had left his suit jacket in the room, too distracted to bother picking it up that morning.
It was a relief to see that everyone from the previous day was present. Save for...
He shook his head. It was no use dwelling on the past. They had to keep moving forward and use the information they had.
Fry wandered into town, looking thoughtful. Some odd things had happened during the night. He felt very confused, and wondered if anyone else had received weird visits at night? At least no one had died. That was good.
Steven observed the Possum ambling around the square. For a creature without a voice, it seemed troubled. It had taken a liking to him when the mystery message had cleared his name. Steven wondered what the Possum had seen in the night to unsettle it so. His own room had been quiet that night, the only sound being that of pen on paper and the steady breathing of sleep.
[[Starting a vote train on someone doesn't prove someone's scum and Equi's alien claim is pretty believable and I wanna gun for Mafia rather than TPs. I'm persuadable on this, though. I've got a hunch that multiple aliens means they can prep eachother to berserk and win, which is frightening for sure.]]
Briefly considering a trip to the cafe for another coffee, Steven paused as Amy's name came up in the ongoing conversation. He stiffened at the accusations, but agreed with Salem's take that their most pressing matter was finding the Mafia hiding among them. If the Mafia were eliminated, the rest of them would win, regardless of aligmment. At least, as far as he knew, and he trusted Amy.
It was a little surprising, though, that no one else had learned anything in the night. Surely things had transpired that gave some kind of new information that could be shared with the group.
Otherwise...
"So, has anyone heard from our friend the Telemarketer?"
