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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Comments

[merirut]

[His expression twitches into something resembling embarrassment as he makes a small, quiet sound that may have been something like 'erk'.]

T-that was only once. Besides, it seems determined to not provide anything useful.

[visionem]

[ It's okay Sandy, no one else is around to hear. ]

The cephalopod was useful—it was more than adequate for several meals. [ Smirk, smirk. ] But I wonder if there is a "trick" to asking it for items. Some demons behave in a similar manner when freshly summoned.

[merirut]

[He knew that people would see it but ugh!! Way to call him out like this Alcor. Although at least the second topic gives him an out here.]

What sort of trick do you mean?

[visionem]

A specific incantation such as "pretty pretty please". [ ...he's joking? But he also might be serious too. Either way he's having a good time. ]

[merirut]

[............

Does the desire for an actual car outweigh his pride?]

...I refuse.

[visionem]

[ Grin. ]

The other avenue is to utilize a bribe. What do houses like, I wonder? Or should we be bribing the garage specifically?

[merirut]

What nonsense... How would we even deliver such a bribe? Moreover, most of the items available to us were provided by this entity to begin with.

[Unless he brews coffee and splashes it all over the floor?!]

[visionem]

Correct, but there are ways to craft raw materials like the coffee beans and giant squid. [ not a bad idea tbh and never forget all the marine life that was sacrificed in this house. ]

As for how to deliver it... perhaps the confession room?

[merirut]

[.........]

Hmph, I suppose it's worth a try. It's not as if we're in short supply of any of these things.

[visionem]

[ Yup Sandy is getting the same dumb smile Alcor gave him on the first day towards the coffee. It's brighter now, though. ]

If you would like assistance, please let me know.

[merirut]

[Hm. Honestly, he's a reluctant to ask anything more of Alcor considering everything, but if this worked out... then he can deal with repaying some more debt.]

...Then, if you could cook something for this experiment, it would be appreciated.

[visionem]

I can. Did you have a certain dish in mind?

[ It's okay, he is a charitable star with certain people. ]

[merirut]

Not particularly... although something that goes well with coffee would be a start.

[The best star!!]

[visionem]

I'll make them tomorrow. [ For now, he will leave Sandalphon to contemplate the mysteries of toy cars. He pauses in the doorway of the garage. ]

I look forward to it, Sandalphon.

[merirut]

[He nods back in response, letting Alcor walk away.]

And I pray it won't end in being a complete waste of effort.

[Spoilers from the future: it was awful.]