"We didn't get anywhere at all!" Karrablast continued, kicking at Golbat and Misdreavus' sand kingdom.
However, being a ghost, his foot phased right through it instead. Caught off guard, he lost balance and fell backwards into a tidepool, creating an audible splash. He flailed helplessly underwater, being unable to swim. Golett kindly lumbered over and picked up the drowning Karrablast by a tiny stub of a foot. He clapped Karrablast soundly on the back, forcing the sputtering Pokemon to cough out water.
Once he could breathe again, Golett put Karrablast down on the ground, where the gasping Pokemon kissed the sand.
"Sweet, sweet land, don't ever leave me again! Th-thanks, Golett…" Karrablast mumbled, crawling back to his feet as he rejoined the ghosts on the stage.
"No problem," Karrablast's kind rescuer said amiably.
"A-anyway, as I was saying, nothing happened! We're no closer to winning than we were yesterday! Hmph, at least an evil role will win. It's impossible for a 'good' team to win now," Karrablast frowned angrily, sitting down and crossing his arms.
"Unless the Veteran can pull off a turnabout, Phoenix Wright-style. By the way, does anyone know who the Veteran is?" Smeargle mused.
The ghosts thought, but all of them could not identify the remaining Townie. Scarlet, however, smiled knowingly. She knew who the Veteran was. But she wasn't going to tell a soul. Or the remaining players.
Volcarona saw. "Hey...you know something."
"Mm?" the host inquired innocently.
"Who's the Veteran?" Karrablast demanded, getting back up and staring up at the tall human.
"Not telling~"
"Tell us! There's no way we can contact the living players, so tell us!" Volcarona insisted.
"It is morning!" Scarlet shouted in retort, snapping her fingers.
Instantly, the ghosts were silenced and cloaked in invisibility, while the sky above reverted to day.
The nine remaining players came out of their sandhouses and walked up to the stage, each thankful to have been spared the night before. Of course, one Pokemon wasn't as lucky.
"We found Cryogonal brutally murdered last night," Scarlet said gravely, gazing at the faces below her. "He was killed by a Serial Killer. We could not find a will, but we did find a death note. It reads, 'forgive me'. Cryogonal's role was Mafioso."
"Hey, who's this 'we' you keep talking about?" Ninjask demanded.
"I have a script. Leave it alone," Scarlet responded. "By the way, an Amnesiac has remembered that they were a Survivor!"
"The Amnesiac chose the Survivor's side? ...Not a bad call. Who did it?" Xatu asked the crowd.
No one answered. Eight of them knew that if they did, the real Amnesiac-turned-Survivor would call them out on it. The Pokemon in question thought about it, and decided to take a risk.
"That would be me," Golbat said, stepping forward from the shade of the stage and out into the sun. He flinched when the glare of the sun hit his skin. "I'm the Amnesiac. I became a Survivor, so leave me alone and I'll leave you alone. We good?"
No one claimed otherwise, and everyone seemed okay with the deal. With that out of the way, the topic turned back to the death of Cryogonal. Golbat retreated back into the shade.
"Soooo, the Mafioso's out, leaving only the Godfather on Team Mafia," "Vanillish" speculated, pacing back and forth.
This time, Scarlet managed to bite her tongue in time to keep herself from laughing.
"That we know of. The Any role could be a Mafia member. A Consigliere—"
"Fun role," Scarlet interrupted Golbat.
"—a Consort, a Disguiser, a Forger, a Framer, a Blackmailer, a Janitor, or heck, even another Mafioso!" Golbat finished, glaring at Scarlet for a brief second.
"Has anyone been affected by any of these roles?" Horsea asked.
"I have," "Stantler" grumbled.
"Shh," Smeargle chided.
None of the living players reported any telltale messages, of Mafia activity or any other role's abilities. They were stumped.
"You know, they could be deliberately not using their role, to keep the element of surprise. And in the cases of the Forger and Framer, it'd be hard to tell if they're present in this game. Same with the Disguiser, unless the victim's will outs them," Sliggoo shrugged.
"It didn't…" "Stantler" sighed. Smeagle glared at "him".
"Sliggoo does have a point...Argh! I want to know what that darn Any role is!" Ninjask howled, zooming around the beach angrily.
"The Veteran's been quiet too. Either they're saving up their bullets or no one's been unlucky enough to visit them while they're on alert," Xatu added.
"However…" Tangrowth said slowly, a thought coming to her mind. "There was only one death today. Meaning that the Godfather and the other Serial Killer found two immune roles. Hopefully, we can get some answers tomorrow."
"Ooooh, you're right! Unless anyone wants to give themselves up to screw over another team?" Horsea beamed, looking around at everyone.
The other players looked down at the ground, either not having any information or unwilling to die for their cause.
"...I see. Then we wait," Horsea said solemnly.
"Time to vote, everyone. There must be a total of five votes against one Pokemon in order to vote them up for trial," Scarlet announced a moment later.
"So...random lynching time?" Golduck suggested mischievously.
"NO," Golbat, Misdreavus, Tangrowth, and Sliggoo chorused, all four glowering at Golduck.
He put his hands up in a gesture of surrender. "Hey, hey, just a thought. No need to get your panties in a bunch."
"But none of us wear clothes, aside from Scarlet. And she is in her bathing suit," Misdreavus reminded.
"Figure of speech, sweetie. Try using your brain next time," Golduck told her. She and Golbat glared at him.
No one had much of a reason to accuse anyone, so the voting phase failed to produce anything. Thus, nighttime quickly returned, and the nine remaining players withdrew to their houses, awaiting the messages from the killers.
The ghosts were unsilenced and came back into sight.
"Another useless day!" Karrablast raged, throwing his tiny hands up into the air.