[Day 1] Odile's 7 Deadly Scumtells Mafia

[Seren]

"Letting us all start this game during the day does give us a chance to get to know each other," he offered to Morgan.

"This too. I've come to appreciate the calm before the storm, as it were, to get to know everyone a bit." Her eyes were still on Morgan; still wary, but perhaps with less hesitation. Coming to one's defense will do that, even when the one defending you in a ghost, she supposed.

 

[Panoramic_Vacuum]

Wallace's eyebrows rose as he read his Odile-given note before folding it and tucking it away in a pocket that by all rights had no business being there, but what outfit was complete without pockets?

"So, it's going to be that kind of party. I guess the blood sea should have been a dead giveaway but I've been wrong before." He shrugged. "In the contest circle, you can never judge a book by its cover. Even if that cover is really, really fabulous."

His eyes swept over the assembled group. "I guess we're on to the appeals, now."

[[This is me realizing I really need to set up my spreadsheet before diving into anything lol]]

 

[Chibi Pika]

Morgan looked wounded. “Froggy, froggy, c’mon, I’m not so sloppy I’d leak my note so quickly. I’ve just played something like this before, I thought I was gonna get to play the best role based on what Satan promised me, but I suppose that’s what I get for dealing with the devil~”

Baraz barked out a laugh, holding a paw to his chest and tossing his head, beads jangling. "Of course not. If anyone here has gotten the best role, it's certainly me. It's only fitting."

 

[HelloYellow17]

"Of course not, but even if I was, you're not gonna find them simply by asking, are you? We gotta figure it out, like detectives! That's the point of the game! You like games, yeah?"

Well, of course she wouldn’t just tell him if she was a Bad Guy. That would make her a very dumb Bad Guy. But Neo could at least take a peek into her emotions while she answered and—

Oh. Right. He couldn’t do that here.



Hmph.

Neo sighed and sat. What were they supposed to do, then? He wished he could skip all the boring stuff and get right to catching Bad Guys.

He supposed he still had important questions to ask. He tilted his head at the Fussy-Lady.



“You do not like to be floated?”

 

[Seren]

“You do not like to be floated?”

It hadn't even been that high, but it wasn't like she was going to tell him heights made her uncomfortable. Especially when there were ghosts far more worrisome things nearby. (Oh, come on, she tried to help you, Kimiko argued with herself.)

"Er... not unexpectedly, no. I like solid ground. Or water. Water's nice."