Back again, for the very 4th time.
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Serp's sharp gaze fell on an otherwise distracted player, leisurely munching on an orange. His light blonde hair and blue eyes reminded some of King Arthur (if he'd been an absurdly beautiful woman, admittedly) but any sense of royalty was shattered by the raincoat he wore like a cape and cowl. The first accusation against him went ignored, the orange winning out in terms of importance.
"...Edible. You had no input in yesterday's main wagons, so unless you start producing en masse today there's going to obviously be a lot of suspicion on your shoulders. Anything to comment on?"
Serp, with a hint of irritation in his voice, clarified his accusation. He earned a slight nudge of Edible's head in response.
"Not how I play."
Four small words worked their way out of Edible's mouth, sounding surprisingly low-pitched given his femimine stature (even by MotK's standards). He was chewing on the orange again before Serp's brain could process that he'd been dismissed.
"...Wait, what?"
"Nothing big happened last night until Rou snapped. Kiro was a big talker, obviously some sort of Townie. Nothing to comment on then, nothing to comment on now."
Serp felt his blood boiling as Edible continued to argue that he didn't need to contribute. The snakes running down his sleeves started to crawl slightly, almost ready to jump out of the fabric and attack him-
No, Serp. You've got to be the bigger man here. ...Metaphorically.
"...Well, I'm afraid that there's no way I can interpret that sentiment other than as an excuse for anti-Town play. ##Vote: Edible."
The ear-like points on Edible's raincoat perked up as the vote was declared, but besides that he showed no visible sign of emotion. He finished the last slice of his orange, casually pulling out another from a pocket as soon as he'd discarded the remains of the first.
"It's what I do. Hang back, wait for scum to trip up. I'm Edible."
"And I find that particularly fitting, since with a playstyle like that you're going to be eaten alive."
Serp felt no need to say anything further, ending the discussion with the best witty quip he could come up with. With their discussion over, there was a voiceless cue for the rest of the players to throw their opinions into the ring. The case had been made, and the Town was ready to pass its judgement.
All, that is, except for one player.
Pesco...where are you?
Kilga had only been paying vague attention to the debate between Serp and Edible, his attention focused on looking for a giveaway pair of white rabbit ears in the crowd. So far his search had turned up nothing, and he was starting to get concerned.
...Wait a minute. Why am I worried about him? It's Pesco, right?
Kilga paused for a moment, realising that something had changed over the last few days. In the last day phase he'd have loved something like this, an excuse for Pesco to get lynched and for Kilga to no longer have to spend any time with him, but now he actually genuinely did want his teammate to survive.
What the hell's happening with me? The guy's wormed his way right into my head.
Kilga stumbled through the crowd, partially to see if he could get a better view from outside and partially because he needed some space right now. His eyes spun around him, looking everywhere but in front-
Whack.
"Aah!"
Someone bounced off of Kilga's impressively flat chest, stumbling backwards onto the floor. A googly-eyed hat fell to his side as he rubbed at his long, purple hair. He adjusted his labcoat, brushing himself off before standing up again.
"What was that for, Kilga?"
The rabbit was too distracted to pay his victim much attention, brushing him off as he walked on.
"Sorry, Sodium. I'm sorta busy right now."
He walked further on, trying to make it as far out as he could to get a good view of everybody. Sodium, unimpressed with Kilga's apology, started to follow after him.
"Look, I'm not trying to ask for a lot here, but that's basic manners, isn't it? And the argument is sorta over there, in case you didn't notice-"
Shut up. Please, please, PLEASE shut up.
Kilga scrunched up his ears as best he could, but given their size he wasn't able to block out sound entirely. Apparently he couldn't just block Sodium out, so he'd need to find some other way to-
There...!
Walking past the two of them at that point was a familiar face, looking absently towards the discussion as he pulled away a streak of his scarlet hair. Seeing a perfect opportunity, Kilga poked Alice on the shoulder.
"Hey. Guess who I brought you?"
He walked on as Alice silently nodded. Sodium continued to tail him, growing angrier by the minute.
"Okay, seriously, Kilga. Now you're just being plain- ah!?"
A hand grabbed him around the collar, tugging him in by the labcoat. Alice looked down at the captive Sodium with a devious grin.
"...Sodium Nitrate."
Just hearing that name was enough to make Sodium start squirming.
"D-Don't call me that! It's Peroxide! Sodium Peroxide!"
Alice ignored his pleas entirely, tapping the fingers of his free hand on Sodium's hat.
"Sodium Hydroxide, Sodium Fluoride, Sodium Permanganate~"
Kilga gave a thumbs up to Alice as he walked away, a silent thank you for dealing with the problem. Sodium simply struggled fruitlessly against the godmother's grasp.
"Y-You guys are so mean...;_;"
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Jeez, there are so many regulars. Just off the top of my head I think I still need to find places for Nietz, Zak and Affinity...-_-