Week 4

[foundationmods]

It finally happened. Someone murdered, and was punished for it. After a particularly grueling trial, one much worse than the games ever were, everyone definitely needed the rest of the weekend to rest up. But now it is Monday once more, and that means it is time to get back to 'work'.

The cameras have moved again, and the contestants will need to be careful where they say what until their new locations have been revealed. In addition to that, the house itself seems to have changed, with its usual colorful appearance suddenly a bit more grey. Even the weather seems to be gloomy, with those storm clouds from last week starting to overcast the area, threatening to drop rain.

Seventeen contestants remain in this game of death. How many more will fall before the game is over? And how many more will be driven to murder?


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[resortghosts]

[ In the garden among the flowers, there's a brown prinny with a black beak gazing at the gray skies. It might tilt its head a little to watch the contestants passing by or wobble from side to side, but otherwise it's seemingly cloud-watching. There's a paper bag nearby filled with wilted flowers and picked weeds. ]

[darkremnants]

[ He's heading to the garden when he sees the prinny. ]

You're a different one. What are you up to?

[resortghosts]

[ The prinny looks up to Vanitas, then proceeds to wobble with a wing flap. Flipper flap? ]

Prinny work. The usual, dood.

[houndumb]

There's been a bunch of these colored bastards lately, still don't know what the hell they're up to but it ain't anything good!

[His Prinny bullying senses were tingling.]

What the hell kinda work is this anyway.

[He prods the bag with a foot.]

[darkremnants]

Maybe they're burying evidence.

[ :D ]

Got anything for us today, dood?

[resortghosts]

The only thing buried are plant roots and my legs. Maybe a worm. Dood.

[houndumb]

What kinda evidence can a Prinny even get to, they’re fuckin’ Prinnies.

[But he crouches to grab the bag and sniff at it and maybe root through it a little.]

[darkremnants]

[ Wow Nora he wasn't being serious.

He'll hold his hand out for the Prinny. ]

Let's get you unstuck, dood.

[odasaku]

[ oda tilts his head at the prinny ]

You want help?

[resortghosts]

[ A pause. It looks down. ]

The soil is soft. Dood, way too soft.

[ Prinnies have peg legs. ]

[odasaku]

Oh. You’re getting stuck, then?

[ hmmm... ]

Where do you need to go? Or do you want me to pick out the dead flowers and weeds for you?

[resortghosts]

[ A nod. ]

Dood. I can do it later, when the soil is dry. Someone watered the plants before I got here.

[ ... ]

I should stay here finding work to do. Not be stuck in dirt. So please help, dood.

[odasaku]

Got it. Then, excuse me—

[ he nods. then, he leans down a little to...basically pick up the prinny out of the ground. ]

Where do you wanna go?

[resortghosts]

Dood, many thanks.

[ It has to think where it should be. ]

The pool. I might need a towel too, dood.

[visionem]

[ Since Alcor basically lives outside now (okay moreso than before), it doesn't take him too long to float on over. ]

You should stay outside to enjoy the night sky as well.

[ Do prinnies have curfews? Saying anyway because all aspects of the sky are beautiful. ]

[resortghosts]

Will it be pretty? Right now it's a little gloomy, dood.

[ Even so, it's quiet for a bit. ]

I'll see if I can do that, dood.

[visionem]

Perhaps. But no matter how fierce the storm, the sun returns eventually.

[ Maybe rain is what they need now. ]

Oh? If you finish your duties?

[resortghosts]

It'll be a big one. Those clouds look ready to drop buckets on us, dood. At least they'll run out faster if it's like that.

[ That might be optimism. ]

Yeah, dood. It's a lot of work, but I'm hopeful.

[visionem]

I'll have to get an umbrella.

[ Or make some type of shelter on the roof. He could also probably magic a solution but eh, it's not raining right now. ]

What do you have left to finish?

[iblistriggered]

[Silver has a bowl with fresh eggs in it, and he looks at the weird-colored Prinny. He has some... suspicions about these colorful ones, but who knows who's watching...]

You can feed that wilted stuff to the chickens, if you want. They'll probably appreciate it.

[he just seems like he's going through the motions, though...]

[resortghosts]

I'm glad. They are good birds.

[ In the tone of a usual prinny, it comes out a bit flat. ]

Do they make you happy, dood? We can both see them.

[iblistriggered]

... they did. Now it feels....

[like he'll never be happy again??]

...

sorry, it's not your problem. Do your best, Mr. Prinny.

[resortghosts]

Make sure to share your problems with someone, dood. It can't be healthy to bottle them up.

[ ... ]

Chickens don't judge. We can both do our best.

[iblistriggered]

What, and bring other people down, too? No thanks. Everyone is having a hard enough time without me making it worse.

[Silver just frowns and walks to bring the eggs inside]

[resortghosts]

You won't bring bring anyone down. They'll want to bring you up.

[ It waves goodbye though. ]