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]

Won't you spare me over til another year?
Won't you spare me over til another year?
Won't you spare me over til another...

[ azura opens one of her eyes when she hears someone join her, lyrics drifting off ]

...year. Hello, Saki.

[allmyfriendsaredead]

Sorry. I didn't want to interrupt.

[It was concerning, but still beautiful in its own way.]

[prayerwheel]

No, it's alright. That's the final line of the song. The singer pleading with Death to wait one more year to take them, and one more, and one more...

[allmyfriendsaredead]

Oh...

Does it work?

[Or does the song end because...?]

[prayerwheel]

Likely not. The song bounces back and forth between the human singer and Death itself. In one of Death's verses, he states "no wealth, no land, no silver, no gold, nothing satisfies me but your soul." There is nothing Death can be bribed with.

[allmyfriendsaredead]

[...Yeah, Death doesn't discriminate.]

Why did you choose that song?

[prayerwheel]

I felt that it fit my mood. It also can be a bit taxing on the voice, depending on how you sing it. Sometimes, it's a nice feeling to sing until your jaw hurts. It's cathartic.

[allmyfriendsaredead]

You can hurt your jaws singing?

[She's never sang that intensely before, so this is a surprise to learn.]

So... it's like putting everything you have into it?

[prayerwheel]

If you pick a song with very powerful vocals, yes. [ a nod ]

[allmyfriendsaredead]

I see... we never really sang that much when I was growing up.

[...]

Actually, I think the only times we ever did arts was as children, and only to practice our cantus... That probably explains why I'm not very good with them. [The words are accompanied by a self-depreciating laugh.]

[prayerwheel]

You should give it a try. Even if you don't sing well, it's enjoyable.

[allmyfriendsaredead]

[Another laugh, this one more genuinely amused.]

I wouldn't even know how to start. There's only one song I know off the top of my head.

[prayerwheel]

Is it the one you'd asked me to sing, a while back?

[ before murderhaus proper ]

[allmyfriendsaredead]

[She nods.]

It's an old song that was translated into our language and used to warn everyone that it was curfew. Whenever I think about it, I still think of my hometown at sunset.

[She brings her knees to her chest, lost in nostalgia.]

I remember watching the sunset from the top of the hill. All of us children would play there until we heard the song playing... None of us wanted to end our games, of course, but those were the rules.