thefoundation | 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.

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[He definitely looks like he'd like to let fly some sort of retort, but instead Nora just ruffles a hand through his hair with a grumbling noise as he side-eyes the cube. He's seen it a lot more here than he usually does on missions, and in all sorts of weird contexts, so at this point it's kind of more familiar than it used to be.

Also a lot pointier and more ridiculous.]

Yeah, well, probably 'cause you do shit like this.

[He's going to knock against the corner with a roll of his eyes after a moment.]

I ain't going to say a joke that stupid, seriously...

[ Cubes can't smile, and stars don't laugh, but what follows can only be described as a mix of the two. From the knock spreads a shimmer of light (for a second it seems to match the intensity of the stars above them) as the cube spins along its axis similar to a globe. There's a kind of mirthful chuckle that echoes around them too, but it subsides momentarily as the cube contracts in on itself in four corners to something actually resembling a real star. The metal pylons float around it like a mesh, loosely and lazily unlike the protective form they'll take a week or so from now. ]

I would apologize, but I am not sorry for speaking the truth. It does not matter to me what you were or what others think you are. It only matters to me what you are now, and I have come to my decision on that already.

[ Read: Star likes you so too bad and star will take every opportunity to remind you of this if necessary. Welcome to advanced star social linking, enjoy your stay Nora. ]

Edited 2019-07-27 16:35 (UTC)

[There's a blink and then a tilt of his head when the laughter spreads along with the light like a strange wave, everything moving like the oddest Escher painting all whimsical and geometrical. The light is momentarily too bright to see exactly what happens there but it probably doesn't matter -- Nora's left blinking some more and staring at the four-pointed star shape.

... After a moment he reaches out to poke a little at the floating pylons, curious now that the previous contact unleashed all of this for some reason.]

Hmph. Shoulda known you could change shapes and everything... I guess you really are a star??

[He's momentarily kind of distracted by the continuing realization that he's supposedly literally talking to some kind of crazy celestial body?? It's still sort of sinking in but there's just a lot of blank staring going on for a moment or two.]

[And then the goddamn social linking star soliloquy starts sinking in and he makes another noise that's half-frustrated and half-exasperated and all discombobulated as he gives up and just puts his hands over his head like some kind of turtle. It's momentary because he's just using both hands to ruffle and pull on his hair in the heat of the moment.]

--Gaaah, I get it, I get it already, you don't have to keep repeating it--

[Actually, he just sounds weirdly pouty about it at this point, because he can't run away from the roof and he can't hide in the garage and he wouldn't, anyway. Just!!!!]

Just tell me what's goin' on with ALL THIS-- [waving at the star shape] --'cause I haven't seen it before! All right?!

Ah, so you agree! [ Add onto rare moment how excited Alcor sounds, given the reception last time he showed someone his star shape. ]

Yes, I am indeed a star. [ Nora's free to poke at the pylons, they poke back playfully themselves, something akin to a giant metal ribbon. One goes in to ruffle Nora's hair even. ]

I do not show this form to others much, and if I do it is usually the last thing they see. I suppose you could call this my truest form, as it is the one in which I can harness all my power fully.

[ Forget being a Christmas tree, Alcor is a godamn sun like this in magic vision. ]

[The magical miniature sun problem is probably also why Nora ended up trying to duck away in the first place, because holy hell at this distance he's going to end up blinking away afterimages even if he's not looking directly with the one golden eye.

It also kind of helps with the whole star conceptual thing, despite the continued striped Christmas tree ornament aesthetic with string. There's a minor squawk as he swats at the pylon in his hair.]

I GUESS, if you floated around like this all the damn time I'm pretty sure I'd just go magic-blind after a couple hours?? That's some crazy unsealing shit. Maybe as bright as Cerberus.

[Because Cerberus is totally still his benchmark for power even if he can't, uh, necessarily see himself or how the dog looks in magic vision. It is probably also really goddamn blinding considering it's literally a magic black hole in a way.]

So, what, ya like being called a star or something.

[Why is he so excited about this!!]

Edited 2019-07-31 17:28 (UTC)

[ Bat, bat, he has more pylons than you have arms Nora. ]

It takes a lot of power to annihilate the universe. [ Said off-handed, as much as he can manage anyway. One of the pylons sharpens to a point and then just embeds itself in the roof, pointed star form Alcor using it as leverage to do a fancy twirl. ]

Being recognized for what I am is exciting. The last person I showed this form only said that it more closely resembled a star shape in comparison to a box.

[ One cookie if Nora guesses who that is. ]

[OK but he also has feet?? Honestly if star hadn't started twirling around ridiculously he probably would have ended up swatting with all four limbs more like a real turtle or some cat with a ball of yarn than the dog he actually is. Granted, real dogs are not USUALLY this hissy.

For the moment Nora side-eyes Alcor a little bit, that's a little too offhand for annihilating the universe even if they've tossed around the idea, and he's not sure exactly what's being referred to other than that so there's a moment of stumbling there. It's interrupted by a snort at the fancy pirouetting.]

... Ha, pretty sure you couldn't pass for a normal flying box even if you wanted to. 'Specially not if you know anything about magic. I bet they just needed magic glasses.

[Is this the time to drag not-so-anonymous star S. Link. Sure, why not.]

What does a normal flying box look like? [ Not bringing up that world destroying thing again cause he totally didn't mean to say that, so shh shh. Fancy pirouetting will continue, and box turned star even goes up on one pylon in a mimicry of releve. ]

I see...he was more avoidant than usual that day, perhaps it was eyestrain? ...magical eyestrain?

[ Rolling with stuff means taking jokes seriously sometimes. ]

Probably just one of those box SCPs if they could levitate. Pretty sure there's some out there.

[Nora that's not an ordinary box at all but the benchmark for normal is pretty all over the place when you're some kind of ridiculous End of Days demon literally talking to a universe-annihilating star (the subject is successfully tabled for starnanigans but who knows when it will come up again). Who is... attempting ballet on a garage roof??? What are their lives right now. Nora's just staring before he shakes his head with a huff that doesn't want to be as amused as it is.]

S'this usually how you move around in this form. What the hell. An' of course there'd be magical eyestrain, I'M getting magical eyestrain at this point.

[He is shielding his eyes but still stubbornly peering upward.]

Edited 2019-08-01 04:41 (UTC)

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