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"again, I'm not completely sure if what I have here is right. for all I know, I could be looking in the most wrong direction possible. I just... wish we had more to go off of, above all else. the last time I was in a game like this, we—nobody was this clumsy. nobody was accidentally starting fires every other second. it was so, so much easier to find out who the murderers were... even if one of them apparently got away in the end because of some bullshit sponsorship deal..."
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...and suddenly I don't want her edible anymore. Hey, Pinky, you know anyone else who's got edibles-wait. What do you mean another game like this?! I knew it! I knew cops are bastards everywhere!


and i may not be loved
but they'll always recall my name
out on the streets, but i do what i gotta do


[An otherwise disinterested Clef looks at Pizzabug, hearing their whole "last game they're in a game like this" thing.]

". .another one?"
silver dollar, black smoke in my eyes
shattered glass, fallen fast, leave me paralysed
"I feel like I should be more paranoid about dying since the guy died quite literally right under my nose, but hey, we all knew what we were getting into when we signed up for this gig."
...You're telling me there's been more than one game like this?!

I refuse to be polite or heterosexual

"thought I mentioned it pretty early on yesterday? yeah, I was in one of these before. and, uh, died. forcefed cyanide by some star man in Wild West sheriff getup. not making this up. admittedly, though, that was on me—I made the dumb mistake of revealing the ability I had waaay too early, and that made me a prime target. ...as far as I can tell, though, the guy who killed me was the only member of that particular group of killers that was a cop or cop-adjacent. one of them was an anthro-cat who was a game developer, one was... an incomprehensible eldritch abomination whose name I dare not speak, and I think I might be missing another one but I can't remember."

[Pizzabug sighs.] "thankfully, I was able to get resurrected. ...about four months or so after the fact, but whatever. that's how I'm still standing here today... but, yeah, long story short, there've been plenty of these types of scenarios. plenty. the difference between this one and pretty much all of the other ones I know about, though, is that Carmello didn't intentionally bring the cops in to murder us all one by one. hell, he doesn't even seem like that bad of a guy, especially compared to the bastard who ran the game I was in. plus, most of us had a vague idea of what we were getting into—we went into this willingly instead of just getting plucked from whatever dimensions we're all from, stuck in a room all together and told to kill. and, like I said earlier, the main difference is that a lot of the shit here seems to be left up to practically completely random chance, and Lady Luck has a hateboner for us or something. at the carnival, evidence was either there or it wasn't. made finding the killers a lot easier. here, you've got people locking themselves in closets, setting shit on fire, and constantly tripping over themselves like it's a Super Smash Bros. Brawl match. that's the irritating part, for me. we have so much less to go off of because of our own clumsiness. so..."

[Here, they pull the brim of their hat down, over their eyes.] "I guess that means we need to be a lot more careful in the future. and a lot more observant, too. can't just rely on the evidence, since apparently it can easily just go away in an instant. you have to be observant. you have to pay attention to how people act, what they say, what they do, and you've gotta make theories. this is more of a game of mafia than that Timeline Master guy could've ever hoped for—and I'm not saying that just because we're in the mafia. I'm saying this because we're in a game of social deduction, one where you can only truly rely on your own damn intuition, above all else." [A pause. Then, another sigh.] "...sorry for rambling. guess I just... had a lot that I needed to get off my chest here."
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...yeah, this is definetly a situation I want to be drugged up for. Hey, you didn't answer my question: you know anyone else with weed? The kid with weed hair seems to be out of it and I'm afraid my roommate's got poisoned food now.


and i may not be loved
but they'll always recall my name
out on the streets, but i do what i gotta do


"oh, uh, whoops. I'd have to look through my cosplay repertoire to see if I have any that can give you what you want. my boyfriend makes pretty good edibles, but... obviously he's not here right now. I can probably hook you up with him later, though! once we're both outta here. he's got connections that can ensure that even if one or both of us die, they'll resurrect us. and if you die you'll probably need it even more than you do now. but for right now, uh... lemme see..." [Pizzabug opens up their folding tablet again and starts scrolling.]
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"SHIT FUCKING FUCKSUCKING FUCKWIT FUCK FUCK FUCK CUNT!!!!!!"

Now that Fuyuhiko's got that out of his system, he's feeling rather... disoriented.

"Anyone else feel like everythin' just went by in a blur?"
"Admittedly? Yeah. Everythin's going way too fast, all things considered."
silver dollar, black smoke in my eyes
shattered glass, fallen fast, leave me paralysed
...You know what? I'm in the mood for some non-child-friendly behaviors. Ffffffff-udge 4Kids at this point.

I refuse to be polite or heterosexual

[After a moment, Pizzabug switches into a cosplay of Big Smoke. They reach into their newfound shirt pocket and conveniently pull out a small, unlabeled ziploc bag of multicolored sour-coated gummy cubes.] "...score!" [They quickly pop a gummy themself before tossing one to Chili and one to Escargoon.] "wouldn't recommend having more than one. shit gets intense sometimes, and if you have too many, it'll hit you like a truck."
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Chili pops one of the gummies in their mouth, and falls right onto a couch. Yummy.


and i may not be loved
but they'll always recall my name
out on the streets, but i do what i gotta do


The snail pops one without a second thought. He's not even worried about the censors potentially knocking down his door like the FBI doing a raid tonight.

I refuse to be polite or heterosexual

[Pizzabug reseals the bag and sticks it back into their shirt pocket, lying down on the couch near (but not right next to) Chili.] "probably gonna keep this cosplay on till the next mission, if anyone else wants one before then."
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Fuyuhiko stares at the gummies for a moment, then quickly turns away.

"Tch. Gummies. I thought I was dealin' with men here, not little kids."
(08-26-2021, 05:02:17 AM)psychedelicate Wrote: Fuyuhiko stares at the gummies for a moment, then quickly turns away.

"Tch. Gummies. I thought I was dealin' with men here, not little kids."

Excuse me, but funny substances are funny substances, no matter the form. If there's anything childlike here, it's you refusing to try them!

I refuse to be polite or heterosexual

(08-26-2021, 05:02:17 AM)psychedelicate Wrote: Fuyuhiko stares at the gummies for a moment, then quickly turns away.

"Tch. Gummies. I thought I was dealin' with men here, not little kids."
"says the babyface over here, snrk... and hey, these gummies here are probably stronger than any of the stuff you can smoke. comes without the lung damage, too." [Pizzabug leans their head back, staring at the ceiling. Seems it was already starting to kick in for them. Thank god, they needed it.]
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"Haven't you people heard of 'Don't get high off of your supply'?" Mike shook his head as he leaned against the wall.
Fuyuhiko clenches his fists at the mention of his baby face. He grits his teeth, looking a bit frustrated with himself.

"...fine. Gimme one, asshole."
[Pizzabug opens the bag again and tosses an edible to Fuyuhiko.]
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It's not my supply, dumbass. I'll do what I want! And now she's looking up at the ceiling.


and i may not be loved
but they'll always recall my name
out on the streets, but i do what i gotta do


Fuyuhiko pops the gummy in his mouth.
[The bag of edibles is once again resealed and hidden in Pizzabug's shirt pocket, and the pizzacatcher goes back to staring idly at the ceiling.] "hopefully this helps a little. my mind's been going a thousand miles a minute pretty much since I woke up this morning. everything's just been going too fast, today, like you said earlier. this oughta help us... slow down. juuust a little, y'know? to the point where it's not overwhelming trying to process and catch up with everything at once. a nice... change... of pace..."
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"... Sure, I'll have an edible too," Loren says.
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