Week 3 Mingle

[foundationmods]

The last week has brought the first spilled blood. Three of the contestants are gone, with the promise of more to fall soon. The atmosphere around the house will start to get heavy around Wednesday, which is when the first game of the week is. It's almost like the house knows something is up...

The conspiracy is beginning to unravel. Dazai isn't Dazai, and the cracks are forming in his act. But that act must be held up, or the Foundation will be brought in to take control of the game. Now everyone must play the part and act like everything is normal, at least on camera. That stress of always performing is bound to make someone crack eventually.

Once again, the cameras and microphones change. The contestants will have to search out new spots for their secret conversations. Even one wrong step, one wrong word, and it's all over for this group. Everyone is watching, and they need to play their roles.

They better keep an eye out too, because storm clouds are starting to loom over the area, both figuratively and literally.

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[prayerwheel]

[ For all her experience pokerfacing, she's doing a piss-poor job of not bawling like a baby in public, lately. She's got a reputation to uphold, as the master of resting bitch face??? This is terrible??? ]

You're--you're joking, right?

[ but he's not, and that just makes more tears stream down her face. What about Mercedes? It was a joke when she asked him if he fancied Dazai, but his answer was serious, so what changed since then?

Her hands are still in his, so she pulls them close to her, clutching them like he might get up and walk away. ]

[darkova]

I'm not joking... not about something like this. I... I love Mercedes, even now. I don't think I will ever stop loving her. My poisoned fate killed her, and... odds are it will cause you pain as well.

But I turned away from her when he called for me. I made my choice. I can not bear to make the same mistake twice.

[prayerwheel]

That's exactly what I meant, though. You don't--you don't need to push yourself to return my girlish hopes of gallantry.

[ it wasn't like she was in love with him, of course, just had a burgeoning crush that steadily kept getting stronger.

but that didn't make it any less okay for him to just...make himself get past Mercedes ]

[darkova]

[He actually blushes a little]

Well... I don't keep finding my way to where you are through the day just because of my duties. It's only been a few days but... shall we say I am interested in seeing what happens. Outside fate.

[He was already stolen from his fated death, so anything could happen now.]

[prayerwheel]

[ "I make my own fate."

She keeps hearing that word. Fate this, fate that. She wasn't sure what Corrin meant by that when she said it, but Azura thinks she finally understands. She'd assumed that her pendant was going to be her cause of death--and soon. Because it had killed so many others in her bloodline, or drastically shortened their lifespans. And here she was, using it--why would she be any different?

But because she'd asked, because she chose to speak up and ask if she could be helped, her future changed. Is that what Corrin did, by choosing to not turn against either of her families, when it seemed like her options were clear cut? To choose to go against what seems pre-ordained?

Azura lets go of his hands to wipe her eyes dry. ]

...gods, I'm a mess. Ah, I don't like when people see me like this, my apologies. Bless you for putting up with me, this weekend. [ a short, hoarse laugh

She shakes her head, and takes a breath. ]

To see where this goes...yes, I think I'd like that.