foundationmods (
foundationmods) wrote in
thefoundation2019-07-08 01:33 am
Entry tags:
Week 3 Mingle
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.
Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursdsay
Navigation | Dazai's PCs | Locations | confessions camera | PC post | IC rules
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.
Navigation | Dazai's PCs | Locations | confessions camera | PC post | IC rules

cw: suicide ideation
He's afraid, but the guilt is overriding that fear at the moment.]
no subject
he can barely think about how she’s holding his arm. he can barely feel the stares of ellie and vanitas either.
he’s looking at dazai with dark eyes, void of any emotion—even his anger has disappeared into nothingness. ]
You better hope that I die before this game ends, Dazai. Or else you’ll be the first person I will kill once this is over.
[ and just to prove his him, he pulls out his pistol, shooting once. it won’t harm anyone, but dazai will probably hear the bullet whizz very close to his ear. ]
no subject
It was so loud, she scarcely feels like she can hear any longer.]
no subject
It is a brief flash, one that might go unnoticed if someone isn't paying attention, but if Oda checks his gun it will be like he never fired his gun in the first place.]
no subject
no subject
but that makes her raise an eyebrow. What did you do, Dazai? ]
no subject
no subject
He schools his expression to try to remain calm. Maybe... maybe Ellie and him standing there might have blocked the fucking cameras... ]
no subject
Then everything goes strange. He''s not even sure what it is, but suddenly it's as if there's no bullet.
What did he do...?]
no subject
[Even through his grief, Moriarty hisses that out, low.
And for a moment? Just the briefest, smallest flicker -
He looks scared, glancing at the cameras before letting his face settle back into impassivity.]
no subject
no subject
THIS FEAR IS.
He's kind of broken out into a cold sweat, though he's back to concealing.]
no subject
not tonight though ]
no subject
no subject
His voice is shaky, but he speaks loudly enough for the mics to pick up]
Aha.... That was... a really close call! I think I see the bullet hole over there... he's lucky it didn't ricochet.
no subject
...Yes, same.
Thank goodness for small favors, right?
no subject
no subject
Her hands fall down to her sides, in a bit of surprise. ]
no subject
no subject
he walks away, not really paying attention to whatever or whoever he leaves behind. ]
no subject
Nora catches that moment and his golden eye widens briefly before he bites his lip, fangs digging in to twist his expression.]
no subject