Azure Mouse

@Mauve Crocodile, can you talk to me about Hyena a bit, or link me back to there abouts?

Do you not see this burst of energy at endgame as suspicious though? Like that's where my own assumptions come up from; we have not killed an eliminator this game, why is this town energy as opposed to elim energy at the final stretch? Ivory Dragonfly For wagon reasons but I'm still cautious here.

What about their effort are you townreading specifically here? EDIT: I know that someone asked me for my reads earlier, and I have seen that, I just don't really have that formulated at the moment, nor do I have the spoons to do so. Apologies.

Either way, I'm kind of impressed regardless.

Oh did we actually see offensive smoking in play or what?

My initial suspicion is an e!Tineye. And that's not that hard to figure out if you're in the loop of things. I don't care for your shade here.

I just have that vibe. I would otherwise assume elims would want to take out a source of town information but it seems not, which means elims are profiting off of it, or it is one of theirs.

So the good thing about the overwhelming wagon from yesterday is that it does likely make likely elims on that wagon. <Hyena/Swan/Crocodile/Dingo/Heron> likely has one regardless of Heron's alignment. From also then, I do want to call out the D1 vanity voters of <Crocodile/Dingo/Dragonfly/Weasel>. Then, D1 we have the tied wagons (sans for the removed vote from Crocodile's wagon. That means someone wanted them around, but the rest people were content to see fall; if that was an elim's doing, then <Dragonfly/Heron> should be town, and Crocodile should be eliminated regardless. The greatest overlap hotspots here are <Crocodile/Dingo>. I think I'll also arbitrarily throw out Crocodile and Heron as a e/v pair, but that makes things interesting. e!Crocodile makes v!Heron, but are people also stating makes there a difference in Heron and Dragonfly? Which I suppose is safer to put into <Crocodile/Heron/Dragonfly> always has one Elim? Why remove me when I've been coasting hard for a few phases? What exactly has been so emphasising of my towniness to keep it? Also that being said. I think PMs are elim-favoured right now. Either the Elims are the ones with the Tineye, or they have control there.

[I'm breaking character, apologies to all but I've found keeping up a character unhelpful into solving this game.] Can someone @ me with a list of the claims? @Mauve Crocodile, can you explain quickly your explination for this dichotomy is? I'm potentially concerned about Emerald Falcon as an eliminator especially given how subtly they've been existing and the way they've been presented in the thread from prior elims. I think based on positioning that thye'd make themself out to be a BTS mafia. @Indigo Weasel Can you tell me who of the Dragonfly voters you suspect most? And which of them you think is the best ability to be town? If Dragonfly flips eliminator, how does that change your opinion there? EDIT: Of the two elim options offered I kind of think Suave Chad (Vulture) has been allowed to lurk more than should be allowed, but I don't think I've been active enough to actually have a say in what's happening which is on me. So that I have a vote down, and to encourage wagonstate; Heron

I feel like I had failed. But even if I had placed my suspicions down, I don't feel safe with it. My head tilts. My own experiences feels more inclined to suspect the opposite? An instance to place a village member in their pocket, marinating them for the saboteur's gain. Since the first day, I've been passive. I should change that, hoping that this restless weight that hangs over me will quell. But to do that I'll need to find my own foot here, to read through and determine my reads on players. What was it I had said earlier on the first? I'd need to look back. Though I am not particularly inclinded to believe both Byrar (Heron) and Sew (Dragonfly) are elims, both or one.

I'm not entirely surprised by this accusation, but I turn towards it regardless. My reasoning is open, but I frown. "I was wrong." My words are simple. I don't feel the need to defend myself from this. "I thought him out of touch, and I disliked his own approach."

Hm. Curious. "Did you think you would likely die here? Why?" That's... an odd intuition.

I'm had my focuses diverted. I feel a fool, unfit for the watch I had aimed to keep. The attack on Hayden strikes me as odd, firstly, especially what with him being the second voice to be removed. It would be wrong to directly assume a play, but it is interesting. Either a self attack, or a curious choice. The saboteurs surely want to eliminate the biggest threat at night. But why Tuatara? To imply him the same as I would indicate that they are comfortable. A low-information kill, or perhaps they were mocking us. Which implies them among those unsuspected. Immediately, my mind goes to the Observer (OOC: Falcon), but I'm not sure it's time for that yet. Perhaps Byrar (OOC:Heron) as well. But this would be impulsive to group them. Regardless, the comment indicated by that seeking young girl (OOC: Dragonfly) would imply a non-grouping between her and the Observer. There's certainly more that I've not completely looked over, but my notes from the start of this day.

Had I..? Hm. I felt my contributions more lacking than that. My brain itches at that, but it would not be a concern for now. I nod simply for now. "Would you perhaps wish to elaborate more on any information extrapolated from some of those quieter members?" Quiet did not mean unreadable.

A curious point to make, watching this one. Byrar, I think, having caught a name whispered at some account before. Curious, seeing his list, divided into two sections. Non saboteur and minimal contributions. But to put me in the former when I would be in the later, when my contributions also are also visibly lacking implies some degree of informational advantage. Much to ponder. But there were other things to do tonight, along with grieve the birth of my wrong confidence. An apology, then, to Alais, whispered quietly from my lips before I would set off.

One last chance for self preservation. I'm taking a note of it. But that's the only shift at the time. I should be taking notes readily, keep it connected and not just from my mind, but its nervous to see that be the only growing suspicion, even if it is the one I share. The lack of any other targets and the vast fingerpointings seperate from Alais and then Hayden imply to me, that perhaps if wrong here, there would be more saboteurs among those pointing vainly. Bruxishly I think, contemplate. But I must be certain. There is no room for a weak will here when confidence is required.

Its interesting to see myself stanced so high by a person I've not interacted with. Perhaps I should. I notice how the tensions are getting higher, perhaps one will be removed from here. A retaliation for Gam. Though whether right or wrong is the other question.

(OOC: My vote is on Magenta Albatross if needed.)

Any can claim audacity as their refuge. It isn't behaviour that is to be encourage for the townsfolk of us. Context would be needed to continue this venue (I recognize once more how out of the loop I feel here). "Why would a saboteur?" Any argument claimed would just inverse the other. A puzzling entrapment of information to ponder best left alone. I had been taught to find better situations to occupy my mind.

I've taken my time away from the the focus for too long. It seems I'm not alone with my suspicion on Alais as the tavern fills with murmuring of that regard. Seems I'd be one of many bystanders here. A lack of progression and throughline. It's mildly nervewracking, as if nothing will go anywhere at this point. I pull myself away from the shadows to take a better look. A lot of these suspicion, on Acks, which I don't seem to understand, as well as the rodent-like man who had just rushed in, pointing his own suspicions away from Acks, but to another, some Apple vendor..? Quaint. It immediately sparks to mind that this could be a Saboteur pushing off onto a villager, but I've made generalizations while not allowing time to follow through. Surely though, no more than one could be in that group of three <Acks/Rind/Nibbles>? A quiet tapping of fingers to ponder, before a shallow exhaustion hits, and I cast my concerns away to find myself a table seat, keeping an eye on Nibbles, either from suspicion or hunger, I know not yet.

Immediately, I have no reason to fall short on my suspicion. I try not to let it show, but I fear the furrowing of my brows betray me as my observation turns to light. He's pushing the blame, immediately. It's a fair thing to do, in the place of a Saboteur. Throw the suspicion early, while the village is all afraid. Looking for someone to sheep blindly, a sense of authority to keep them in mind and on the mind. But I'd like to hope my keenness can see through it. Some sense of confidence in my abilities would be nice. I don't want to point my fingers yet, but I'll be keeping Alais in mind.

It's rare to find me on a night like this, alone. Wandering the streets. It's been dangerous these past few weeks, and while I like a little bit of risk in my life, there's no reason to tempt fate to her extremes. My 'ma used to work at the watchtower. Keeping a nightwatch on the warm nights, before the rumors of worse snuck in, and Nonnie had urged her off of it. Seems she had had the right idea, after the fire burned it down hungrily, and death set itself upon Gam. A ghastly thing to occur, in such an uncaring way. Not even a hint of respect for the dead. Was there no dignity in this world? Even among war, can we not be kind to die with dignity? The village coalesces, a ripe hounding mass of petty throats and shifting danger. Even among the good there would be the ugly. The scared, reckless, and those too full of their own fear to be unable to keep it within. The cracks would show soon, pressure setting on even the most calm among us. But then... the watch tower... Gam. There didn't seem to be signs of a struggle? I didn't bother to take a look myself. But something like that reflects more inwardly than out. Even among the whispers of scared sheep, surely there'd be those of duplicity as well. It'd be foolish to think of myself as much of a help. I'm no soldier, even as my 'ma had recounted her own time in service, I've always kept myself to the shadows, the quiet, content with my coins and my own folly. Even as my mothers cringe. It's hard to assess these people. I'm not familiar enough, haven't bothered enough to care. Maybe a familiar voice or shape seen by the clouds. It seems I've solidified myself to be a part of it, walking out here, and staring as long as I have. My feet walk forwards, lining up to group sat among a tavern, compelled by some instinctive force. But not enough to quite care. A focus settled towards looking. People watching. Perhaps my only skill that would have suited this conundrum well. I scan among them all. A bulky drunk. Reserved, though the glimmer in his eye appeared to imply more. A hypocrite, perhaps. Another, who had approached. Outgoing, perhaps? His name was spoken with such... enthusiasm. Sincerely out of touch. I had little time to examine them both before a distraction formed in the form of a girl. She speaks... naively. Unprepared for the events that had just transpired. A sense of dread pits in my stomach. Even she could turn to madness. A shopkeeper, peddling wares. Mysterious enough, perhaps overplayed. An interesting collection, as it would be. Then finally, some other form of a bystander, waving off some sense of madness from within. Immediately, I'm prone to a sense of relief, the natural scene I've seen so far. If its rumors meant to uncover the truth, it'd likely be Alais, who's actions rang like a warning bell among the tavern.

This seems wrong, I've identified at least twenty-seven different Joe accounts playing this game!

GMs: Thanks for GMing, and enjoyed Devo's write-ups! @Oxblood Beagle: ggwp sis