Week 4

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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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Comments

[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.

[resortghosts]

My hero.

[ Holds out its arms to grab! ]

[darkremnants]

[ Grabbing his flappy flap arms and giving him a pull. ]

[houndumb]

[What the hell are you two even doing while he was off smelling flowers or some shit.]

[darkremnants]

[ Holding flap flaps and being shady ]

[resortghosts]

[ A free prinny! ]

Thanks, my dood.

Do you want a reward?

[darkremnants]

[ victory fanfare. ]

Sure. Why not. What do you got?

[ Flowers? ]

[houndumb]

[Resisting the urge to push the Prinny back in. Lie in your grave, Prinny!!]

Coulda just left it there like one of those scarecrow things.

[resortghosts]

[ It's got...

Pea pods! A handful and freshly picked. ]

Rinse them before eating, doods.

[ It then picks up the crumpled bag to balance atop its head, then runs off. Where to? Who knows, but it doesn't want to be a scarecrow. ]

[darkremnants]

[ Did the Prinny just woolooloo'd.

Doolooloo'd?

Okay so now they have pea pods. ]

[houndumb]

[IMMEDIATELY CRUNCHES ONE JUST TO BE CONTRARY I guess. Why is he like this.]

How is this even a reward. What the hell is in the Prinnies' heads.

[Besides a whole lot of nothing, that is.]

[darkremnants]

A lot of stuffing.

[ It's like Winnie the Pooh. ]

Are those any good?

[houndumb]

Bleh, tastes like grass.

[You're eating plants raw, Nora, nobody knows what you expected here. He wrinkles his nose and flaps his hand sourly after the fleeing Prinny.]

Pretty sure there ain't even stuffing. Still don't know what the hell is up with them, but I'm goin' to find out.

[Is he though......]

[darkremnants]

[ He'll snag one to try out. Dirt is fine? ]

You could always ask our Host.

[ :D ]

[houndumb]

I'd rather eat a Prinny.

[Yes, he would rather chow down on fabric at this time, he always needs a cooling off period not to strangle Doezai out of sheer impulse after weekends and things like these. WHY IS ORANGE TEAM THIS WAY........ STOP EATING WEIRD SHIT GUYS.]

[darkremnants]

[ Sometimes when you're raised in a desert wasteland full of metal keyblades means you're down for eating veggies without rinsing it first? Or something. ]

I could find out if you're really curious.

[houndumb]

Hmph, I ain't THAT curious, and if I was I'd find out myself anyway!!

[That's a not-quite-contradiction of what he just said but his dealing with Dazai stuff is always a huge mess anyway. I can't believe they're just standing here eating raw bean pods with dirt. Nora just... eats another one. Is this a thing now. It's a thing now.]

[darkremnants]

[ They are building immunities to dirt or something. But also the pea pods are kind of sweet? A little bit?

So yeah he's just crunching some more over here. ]

Don't take any apart. They are useful.

[resortghosts]

[ It's the sharp and fresh smell of unwanted nutrient thieves and wannabe gentrifiers. ]

[houndumb]

[Ugh, lawn smell, he's just going to squash the bag a little when he throws it back down and then go side-eye Vanitas and Prinny's shenanigans.]

[overconfidant]

Evidence of the fowlest crimes.

[Look who's out getting some fresh air.

He's not sorry for the pun.]

[darkremnants]

[ omg ]

[houndumb]

... I don't know where the fuck you came from or what you're talkin' about but I get the feeling I should punch you.

[Instead he



throws a handful of weeds at him, they're convenient.]

[resortghosts]

Dood.