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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[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.

[houndumb]

[Bold of you to think he doesn't already have immunity to dirt and all kinds of other supposedly inedible substances. He's a true child of demonkind, okay?? Even if he really isn't fond of the taste of grass. Sweet or not. Meh. Crunch, cronch.]

I already took some apart? Kinda. Just to look in 'em, though. They get pissy if you mess with 'em too much, which is stupid.

[That's a little irritable as he remembers the Prinny Protection Squad from last week.]

[darkremnants]

Did you now? [ Hmm ] What did you see?


[ Munch crunch cronch. ]

[houndumb]

Whole lotta nothing. That's why I said they're ghost penguins, you know. Totally empty shells. Super creepy.

[Monch, monch.]

[darkremnants]

Hmm.

[ That's interesting. ]

There seems to be some special ones, too.

[ Chomp chomp ]

[houndumb]

There keep bein' more of 'em, where are they all coming from...

[They're going to finish off these beans while standing here, inb4 they get poisoned by a passing Prinny. They'd deserve it.]

... Come to think of it, I haven't looked inside one of those special ones.

[darkremnants]

[ Huh. There has been an increase of them. ]

Don't poke them. They could be linked to the house.

[houndumb]

Ain’t that even more reason to poke them??

[darkremnants]

[ It's tempting... but ]

Not if it'll piss the house off.

[houndumb]

[Giving the House a vaguely suspicious look.......]

Yeah, sure, people keep sayin' it's alive or whatever and it looks weird as hell this week but ya really think the thing can get pissed? Like, go full on horror house on us??

[I mean, it's already a murder house, might as well go the whole nine yards.]

[darkremnants]

[ His face goes serious as he gives a nod. ]

Skeletons, ghosts, and the full psycho treatment. You know, blood running down the walls and people going crazy.

[houndumb]

Pretty sure we already got the ghosts, and the weird psycho people-eating hands in the basement, an' we're all pretty much goin' crazy??

[Like, last week was a pretty good Exhibit A of what going crazy felt like. He's pretty sure. Maybe the last two weeks. It's a whole thing. Nora shakes his head and frowns suspiciously, like he's considering it.]

Why would there be blood runnin' down the walls, though, that's just real bad movie stuff.

[darkremnants]

It's one of those haunted house things. Adds to the atmosphere.

[ Bleeding walls, chains, and spider webs. ]

Think it's just the hands in the basement?

[houndumb]

Pretty sure there's already enough fuckin' ATMOSPHERE but ugh, it's probably something a House this stupid would do.

[The poor House does not deserve this but the poor House probably also does not deserve to become a sudden Halloween display in July.]

Ain't there thousands of hands in the basement at this rate, why would we want anything else.

[darkremnants]

I was just wondering~ If there's hands, maybe there are other parts?

[ Eyeballs? Mouths? Feet? ]

[houndumb]

I DON'T WANNA THINK ABOUT IT.

[Do they want to think about thousands of disembodied hands or thousands of possibly blob-people or thousands of weird mummy people in the basement--]

--AUGH. I REALLY DON'T WANNA THINK ABOUT THAT.