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foundationmods ([personal profile] foundationmods) wrote in [community profile] thefoundation2019-04-22 01:47 am
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WEEK 5 MINGLE - AMARANTHUS

Another trial, another horrible outcome.

This time, it affected so many people...and yet, they still weren't done.
Who would be killed next?
Would they be able...to handle whatever happened?🗈



Still, things were just the same as they had been the past few weeks.

The goats and servants were still around, and so too were the witches.
It was all becoming routine at this point.
Was that a good thing, or a bad one...?
It was...too hard to tell, now...

...Either way, they were now closer to the end.
So, like always...they had to see it through.


MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY

CALENDAR | LOCATIONS | PRIVATE CONVERSATIONS | NIRRTI PC POST | WATANUKI PC POST
cryosurgeon: ([sutures] your hands close my wounds)

[personal profile] cryosurgeon 2019-04-25 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Parties aren't Erhard's thing, either, but he can always bow out if he gets too overwhelmed? He shows up actually dressed nice in slacks, a button-down shirt, silk tie, and a tailored, single-breasted vest. You have to dress up for parties, right? He sets aside a bottle of Kahlua and a box of paper streamers-- if someone wants to decorate with them or just do the party equivalent of TPing anybody who passes out they're welcome to them-- and joins Sherlock with a little flicker of a smile on his lips. He's clearly keeping a wide berth from Anon.]

Seems like a happy enough atmosphere.
improbablenotimpossible: (I'm at your service)

[personal profile] improbablenotimpossible 2019-04-26 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
It does.

[He nods in agreement, noting the Kahlua]

I think it might be need for everyone especially after yesterday.

[A shadow briefly crosses his face at the thought, before offers a popper to Erhard]
cryosurgeon: ([antiviral] cure my heartsick days)

[personal profile] cryosurgeon 2019-04-26 12:40 am (UTC)(link)
And in light of what could happen tomorrow....

[He takes the popper and aims it upward, unleashing the small explosion of confetti over their heads. It's as close as he'll ever get to pranking or doing anything silly.]

I wish we could forget why we're here for a while.