"Two people who claim to have no powers?" Hana mused. "That seems somewhat odd, doesn't it? Isn't the whole idea of this game about using powers? Unless someone is lying."
"Wait, powers?" Mike didn't remember powers in his game. There was one Lycanroc, and everyone else was trying to vote them out.
Then a vivid image flashed in his dream from the night before. A glint of understanding. And powerlessness.
"Oh please, I don't think this is nearly as complex as that film," Reme chuckled. "You fell asleep, and in the night, Pokemon died. This isn't a dream... whatever your name is. Apologies." Reme gave a bow, as polite as possible. "I... hope I don't have to keep repeating my name... and I don't have any sticky notes to make a nametag, but I am Reme."
"Mike," he offered in kind, "thanks again, Reme. Then again, as far as I could tell, I was two dreams deep. I'm not supposed to come back from the third one, right?"
Hana sighed. People were goofing off when lives were basically at stake. "Does anyone else have something useful to contribute?"
Mike looked over to one of the very few other non-celebrity, non-video-game-hero, non-Pokemon 'players' as she asked.
"Uh," Mike raised a hand, "I think we oughta start with shared information. If this isn't Ultimate One-Night Lycanroc, and most of us are non-hostile right now, then we're probably playing Rockets. Which means some of us are Team Rocket, and some of us are normies."
"The paper listed only five other things the people here can have which would be on our side. There are twenty people here."
Mike nodded to the... Wow, he had never seen one of those before. He couldn't remember the name of it, or if it even had an official name. Wasn't it 'Blank' or 'Typeless' or something?